8 comments/ 122541 views/ 29 favorites We Love One Another By: sintax How did I know they were one person? Or two people? The distinction is still unclear to me. Really, they were both at the same time. I met Lily first. She was striking in her beauty. She was in my anthropology course, I saw her sitting in the middle of the lecture hall. She wasn't tall, just 5'3", but her body was perfectly proportioned to her. She had flaring, womanly hips and a pair of perfect, full breasts. Her hair was reddish brown and barely shoulder length, done up in a ponytail with a few stray hairs falling across her face. She had a heart shaped face with classical lines, the kind of face you'd expect to see painted on a renaissance angel. She was wearing a pair of red corduroy overalls, and a stripy sweater. It wasn't really typical coed attire, but it worked well for her. She wore glasses while she took notes, and occasionally she would stop and seem to gaze into the distance for a moment before returning to her work. It wasn't like she was thinking about what she was writing, it was more like she was hearing something that was out of the reach of my ears. I was smitten instantly. The question was now whether or not she had an interesting personality as well good looks. I needn't have worried. She was amazing in class. She was smart, answering questions quickly, and without that annoying questioning sound that girls can sometimes put at the end of a sentence, as if seeking approval. It's not that her speech was confident or arrogant, it was simply clear that she knew she was right. In the middle of the class we were broken into study groups, which is another way of saying the professor wanted us to teach ourselves, and he wanted to get paid for it too. I quickly made my way through the shifting mass of students to join Lily's small group. We gathered around and made conversation in-between bouts of productive reading. Lily and I were both leaps and bounds ahead of the others in our group; clearly a bunch of pampered kids who were going to college because it was expected of them and because their parents were paying for it and for not much else besides sex and parties. Lily and I had soon shut the others out entirely and talked earnestly about anthropology, sometimes laughing at each other because it was funny how geeky we were for liking it so much. When the bell rang it was like my heart broke, but I consoled myself with the knowledge that I'd see her again tomorrow. I gathered my books and bag and struggled through the halls and into the brisk fall air outside. I caught a brief glimpse of Lily's hair catching the sun as she headed north, away from me. My next class was in painting, and the arts buildings were kitty-corner across campus from my anthropology course. If I was quick, I could duck into my dorm room and grab a snack. Each dorm floor was built in two wings, one for boys and one for girls. In the middle were shared kitchen and laundry facilities. I grabbed a cup and filled it with water and chocolate crystals, seeking something to take the chill out of my bones. It had been deceptively sunny that day, but the Midwestern autumn cold had proven too much for me to be traveling between classes across an open campus with only a hoodie. I popped the mug into a microwave and turned it on high, waiting. It was oddly quiet in the kitchen. There had been a few people in the lounge area, but for a moment I was alone. The door opened rather suddenly, and Lily walked in. At least, it looked like Lily. Don't ask me how, but I knew it wasn't her. She was dressed exactly the same, but I knew it was a different girl. Maybe with my natural eye for detail I noticed some little thing; a slight variation in hairline or a tiny stain on the overalls. But there was something deeper to it than that. I just knew. For a brief moment it was silent. "Who are you?" I finally said. She looked at me with a quizzical tilt to her head. I guess the question must have sounded oddly direct. "Molly." "Do you have a sister named Lily?" "Yes," she said slowly. There was an odd tension coming from her. The timer on the microwave dinged and she started from the sound a little. "Did she tell you about me?" she asked. "No, I didn't know she had a sister but... you're just not her. You look exactly the same, but you're not." Molly's eyes were wide. She licked her lips. "I have to go..." she said. "But... meet me here tonight at six. Lily will be here too." With that she turned and walked quickly from the room and headed down the corridor to the girls dorms. I was left in confusion, holding my hot chocolate. ---------------------------- I spent the rest of the day in a daze. I thought about these two identical girls. I'd spoken with Lily for a time, and felt that I almost knew her, while my introduction to Molly had been so brief that the lingering mystery was very enticing. I paced back and forth in my room, too distracted to study and too focused to watch tv. Six couldn't come fast enough. I almost feared I'd wear a path into the carpet, but finally It was 5:00, and then 5:30, and finally, at 5:57, I headed down the hall to the kitchen. They were waiting outside the kitchen door. We found a table in one corner of the lounge and sat down. They sat on one side, I sat on the other. They both leaned forward in unison, lacing their fingers and propping themselves up on their elbows, they were the perfect mirror image as they studied me carefully. "How did you know?" Molly asked. "I don't know. Is it really so odd?" Lily leaned forward. There was an intensity to her gaze that I found it hard to look away from. Her green eyes were piercing. When I looked to Molly, she had me caught in the same look. Lily spoke, "Yes. No one has ever known before. I mean, know one who's ever met us separately has known we were different people immediately." "Well," I said, "I can see why. You're identical. And wearing the same outfits kind of helps." "That's not the issue," Molly said. It was almost like they'd rehearsed the conversation. They switched back and forth on sentences without any disagreement. Lily picked up the thread. "You're the first single person to figure it out. That's impressive." "How did you know?" I exhaled through pursed lips, collecting my thoughts. "Honestly, I don't know. I mean, you look the same, but you're not. I just knew that." We were all silent for a time, mulling over our individual thoughts, though I got the impression maybe they were mulling each other's thoughts too. "I'm the first to realize?" I said when the pause became too long for me. I don't really like being alone, and too much quiet in the company of others felt too similar. "Well, the first single person to realize," Molly said. "We knew some twins in grade school who figured it out. There's sort of a bond all twins have." "Maybe that's it," I said. "I'm a twin." "Really? Does your twin go here?" "No," I said. I looked at my hands, which were clamped together but fidgeting a bit. This was an uncomfortable topic for me. "He... died in the womb. He was stillborn." "Oh my god," Lily murmured. Molly reached across the table and took my hands comfortingly. I pulled away from her. "Don't worry about it," I said. Their reaction bothered me. "I never knew him, it's... it's no big deal." Molly looked a little hurt. "Sorry, we're just..." "...We don't know what it'd be like. It's a little scary to us," Lily finished. I felt like a jerk. "Sorry, I'm a jerk." Sometimes honesty is the best policy. "I don't talk about it much. I can never deal with people's sympathy, and I react badly to it. Sorry." Lily and Molly reached across the table again, each taking a hand. I didn't pull away this time. ---------------------------- We began dating after that. I didn't really know who I was dating. I kind of thought maybe Molly was chaperoning me and Lily, but since nothing ever really happened, it was more like we were all just hanging out. We saw movies, went to concerts. We hung out almost constantly. It was great. I guess not having that twin had always kind of eaten at me. It's probably why I liked to be around other people so much and hated being by myself. The girls probably had that same fear, and were glad to help me. After a few months of this I began to ponder getting physical. Unfortunately, I loved both of them. They were exactly the same, so it was impossible to pick one. But they weren't interchangeable either. It was confusing. Their theoretical psychic bond gave them an edge. Sometimes it was like I was talking to one person, just through two mouths. I could say something to Molly, and then Lily would come into the room and know what I'd said. It was just so complicated. One night we were in the girls room. They told me the college'd tried to split them into separate rooms when they enrolled, saying it would be good for their social development, but the girls raised hell and the D.S.A. backed down. We were sitting on one of the beds, propped up on a myriad of pillows in a makeshift couch, watching the television. It was late, or early. We'd exhausted all that late night tv had to offer, and since they didn't have cable, we were now into deep infomercial territory. Lily had the controls, and she turned off the tv. The room plunged into darkness, and we sat silently, waiting for our eyes to adjust. In the blackness, I became more aware of my surroundings. Lily was to my right, and her legs were crossed, half resting against my outstretched thigh. Molly was on my right. She was curled up and resting her head on my shoulder. As my eyes grew accustomed to the darkened room, I realized that Lily had turned to face me. I hadn't noticed how close we were before, but now, as I turned to look back at her, our noses were inches apart. Our eyes met and held. In silence I studied her face, searching for clues. Knowing when to kiss a girl can be difficult, and if she's not ready, the damage can be irreparable. Our heads tilted in opposite directions at exactly the same moment. She leaned forward and our lips joined. Her mouth was open in an instant. Her tongue probed my teeth furtively, and then retreated as mine slipped into her mouth. We broke the kiss when I felt Molly stir on my other side. I turned, not really knowing what to say. What do you say to a twin when you've just made out with her sister while sitting on the same couch? To my surprise, Molly kissed me as well. She was slower with her kiss. Her lips were soft, and I took my time, enjoying the pace. When the kiss ended I leaned my head back against the wall and stared into space. "What's going on?" I said. Both girls were now curled up, resting against me. I could feel their bodies pressing against mine, and the double kiss had left me with a growing erection. They giggled simultaneously. "We like you," Lily said. "Both of you like me?" Molly's identical voice sounded from the right. "We've shared everything since we were born. I think we can figure out how to share a boy." "What if I don't want to be shared?" I wasn't really being serious, but the thought that they'd already decided my fate was a little alarming. Lily snorted. "Don't be stupid. You're the luckiest man alive." She slid over and straddled me, leaning forward and kissing me hungrily. Molly's tongue was suddenly probing my ear, and the sensory overload from two tongues at once warned me that this would probably be the best sexual experience of my life. Kissing just one girl would probably never be enough again. As Lily's tongue invaded me, Molly leaned over, and we entered into an open, three-way kiss. At some point I stopped being involved, and I found myself watching the identical twins kissing each other passionately. "You're, uh..." I trailed off. I'd kind of expected one of them to leave at some point, or at least sit to the side and watch. I didn't really expect them to do... each other. The girls arms were wrapped around each other. Molly's sweat pants were already riding low on her hips, giving a tantalizing view of bare skin. As Molly spoke, her sister toyed with her black tank top, slowly lifting the bottom. "We've been practicing kissing since before we hit puberty." Lily laughed. "And we've been practicing a lot more since then." She lifted Molly's top off entirely, taking her bra with it. My view of her breasts was unobstructed in the moonlight streaming in from the window. They were full and round. I'd never been able to figure out how bra cup size measurements really worked, but whatever size Molly's were, they were perfect. Just a little more than a handful, they hung in that natural way that only young breasts can. Her nipples were big but not overly large, and a light cream-and-coffee color. I wasn't able to keep myself from wrapping one arm around her waist and sucking her left nipple into my mouth. Usually I like to take my time, but I'd never been so aroused in my whole life. I licked and sucked with gusto, biting gently. Next to me, Lily leaned in and began doing the same to Molly's right nipple. I felt a hand at the back of my head, pulling me in, and I complied with her silent request, sucking harder. With my teeth clamped around the edge of her aureole, I tweaked the firm center of her nipple. Molly made little gasping sounds as Lily and I worked. We both broke off at the same time, and Lily and I began to kiss again. Molly slipped off the bed long enough to strip down to a pair of orange panties, and then went to work on my shirt, undoing the buttons with care as I kissed her sister. Lily's hands were busy too. She undid my jeans and pulled them down to mid thigh. The cotton of my boxer-briefs was now tented and clear for all to see. Lily and Molly switched places, with enough time in-between to get my shirt off of me. As I kissed Molly, Lily pulled my pants off, followed by her own. I took a moment from making out to look at the both of them. Reddish-brown hair, green and smiling eyes. Molly was down to her panties and socks, Lily had stripped out of everything but tight white baby doll tee, which I could tell concealed no bra. Lily's pubic hair looked mostly untamed but for a little light trimming around the sides. The hair was a slightly lighter shade than her hair, and I wanted badly to taste it. Molly began to kiss me again, and my heart nearly exploded when I felt Lily's hands pulling my undies off. She wasted no time. I felt her lips slide around my head. She didn't suck hard, she just made little up and down movements, letting the heat, moisture and closeness of her mouth do all the work. I grabbed Molly and held her tight as I kissed her, her breasts pressed against my chest as Lily slowly worked her way down my shaft. Eventually, Molly slid off to the side and sat next to me, watching her sister suck me off. Lily had me about halfway in by this point, and was taking her time at getting in more. Molly leaned forward and brushed a few errant hairs out of her sisters way. "Not bad for an amateur, eh?" she said. I looked at her in amazement, barely able to concentrate on anything but the exceptional blow job. "She's never--" "No," Molly said. "Neither of us have." "You're virgins?" I could hardly believe it from the enthusiasm they'd shown. "Only with each other. And not even all the way, exactly. Lily has, but... well, I'm still intact." Lily stopped sucking, but stroked me, using her spit and my my pre cum as a lubricant. "I did it with a bottle, but it hurt so much the first time that Molly was scared to try." Molly punched her sister affectionately in the shoulder. "Don't tell him that, he'll think I'm a wuss." "You'll just have to prove him wrong," Lily said. She smiled and nodded at my throbbing cock. Molly smiled back at her. "Okay." She leaned down and put her mouth over me and began to mimic her sisters movements. It was clear that Lily was the more sexually adventurous of the two. While her sister struggled to get as deep as she had, Lily rested her hand on the back of Molly's head. "Come on," she said. "You can do better than that." She began to push gently, urging her sister to deep throat. Molly's eyes flashed at her, then closed. It seemed that by sheer force of will she put away her discomfort and went down. Suddenly her lips were wrapped around the base of my cock. I moaned and involuntarily thrust my hips. Molly pulled off and smiled at her sister. "Top that," she said. With one motion Lily was all the way on me, the tightness of her throat surrounding me. But where her sister had only stayed a few seconds, Lily was going the distance. She sucked hard on me, and I could feel the muscles in her neck tighten as she swallowed. I moaned again. "Your sibling rivalry is very good to me," I said. Molly grinned and kissed me. Lily established a steady rhythm. She would pull all the way out and then deep throat me again without any visible effort. Molly and I kissed and occasionally stopped to watch. "That is really impressive," Molly said. "She deserves a reward." Lily's ass was up in the air as she went hands and knees on the bed to pleasure me. Molly stood behind her and began to rub her sisters exposed pussy. I could feel Lily vocalize as she moaned into my cock. We awkwardly swiveled around so that we were lengthwise on the bed, and Molly lay down under her sister. She put her hands on Lily's hips and pulled her down, proceeding to eat her out with intensity. Lily's ass shook and jiggled as she bucked her hips, grinding her pelvis against Molly's mouth. I propped myself up with several pillows and slipped my hands down the neck of Lily's top and began to tweak her nipples. Her breasts were warm and full in my hands. When Lily came I could feel her teeth tightening around me, but she was careful, and it ended up as a pleasant spike that set off my orgasm. I don't know if my cock had ever seemed so full. I came in a continuing series of spurts that filled Lily's moaning mouth. When I came down off my natural high, Lily and Molly were kissing. Molly was greedily tasting my cum, and licking the few stray shots off her cheek and chin. When they were finished I kissed them both in turn. The tastes were all cum and Lily's juices and spit, and it was wonderful. After that we rested. We lay on the bed in various states of undress. I could feel sweat and cum sticking to my skin. Molly was still anxiously kissing both of us, and I realized she hadn't come yet. I stood up and stretched, my boner still sticking straight out. "Get comfortable," I said. As the girls finished undressing each other, I pulled the second bed from the next wall over and pushed it against the other, forming a pretty good sized surface for us to play on. The girls were making out pretty heavily when I finished tossing all of the stray pillows onto the bed, and I decided that the first order of business had to be giving Molly an orgasm. She was pinned under her sister, so I just slid Lily over to the side a bit and hunkered down between her thighs. No surprise that the girls even maintained their muffs the same way. I dove into the tangle of sweat soaked hairs. The smell of arousal was sharp and intoxicating. I licked hungrily, letting my tongue flatten against her thatch. Eventually I traveled to the underside of her mons, finding her warm and waiting slit. Her lips were already parted and ready. She was sticky with her own juices, and she glistened pinkly in the dim light. I licked my fingers and probed her a bit, coating myself with her come. Lubrication is the most important thing when exploring a girl's pussy. I gently pulled back the hood covering her clitoris, and spying that tender bud, I dived in. I licked it tenderly at first, but then my lust got the better of me. I sucked it between my lips and moved my lips against her flesh. I could hear her moaning, and looked up to see her sister kissing her neck and shoulders. I carefully explored her with my fingertips, stopping when I found her hymen. In truth, it was the first one I'd ever encountered. All of the girls I'd ever known had managed to break theirs on their own. I gently pushed at her, and I could feel her body giving a little, but not much. I sucked her clit fiercely, and watched as Lily kissed everywhere from her head to bellybutton. Working together, we brought out an orgasm. Molly's whole body shook quickly, and tiny beads of sweat seemed to simultaneously materialize like a coating of dew all over her body. We Love One Another Ch. 02 I was helping them pack. As active as Lily and Molly were, they didn't know much about camping. Fortunately I do. I guess the real problem was how impractical they were. Lily lifted a pair of lacy, black cotton panties out of her dresser and moved towards her pack. "No," I said. "That's all wrong." "Aw," Molly said. I turned and looked at the other twin. She was holding up a matching pair in white. "But I was going to bring mine, too." I sighed. "I appreciate the thought, but trust me, five minutes of hiking in those and they'll be riding up so high that you'll resent me for it." I walked over to their matching dressers and looked at the identical contents. Everything always had to match with these two. They had the same clothes, same books, and same interests, mostly. They looked exactly the same, too. 5'3", shoulder-length, reddish-brown hair. Inviting, heart-shaped faces. Girlish, bee-sting lips. And womanly curves, from edible hips to full, youthful breasts. All wrapped up in creamy skin. Everything about their appearance was youth, innocence, and warmth. It would be a miracle that there was one girl this beautiful. But they were identical twins. Maybe God saw what a wonder he'd created, and decided to bless this world with two of them. And they were mine. I don't like to think of myself as the possessive type. Of course, in practice, I definitely am, I just don't like to think of myself that way. Being with them was a natural high. I felt intoxicated by their presence. I'd felt this way since meeting them at the beginning of the school year. It had lasted until we'd suddenly consummated our mutual love in the middle of December. And, now, with spring approaching, it only got better. In every other relationship I'd ever been in, after a while I'd find myself taking the girl for granted, or we'd just get fed up with each other being around. But not this. I looked forward to seeing them more each day. Familiarity never gave way to routine. I spent practically every night in their dorm room. My roommate was too stoned out of his gourd to notice, and if he had, he never would have guessed where I was going. You might think I'd have been tempted to brag about sleeping with these gorgeous twins. To casually let slip in the locker room conversations that I'd practically forgotten what it was like to be with just one girl. But I couldn't. I didn't care about impressing anyone but them anymore, and to treat them like that, as a conquest, would have been an unconscionable betrayal of their trust and love. I sifted through their clothes, looking for something more functional. Lily giggled. "I think you're just glad for the opportunity to rummage through our panties." I smiled over my shoulder at her. "Like I need an excuse." "It's true," Molly laughed. "I woke up this morning and he was going through our bras." Lily's infectious laugh sounded again. "Funny, he was going through our bras last night too. Of course, we were in them at the time." "Okay, here we go." I pulled out some simple, striped cotton panties for them. "In lieu of actual camping underwear, we'll go with these." Molly gave me a sidelong glance. "They... they make underwear specifically for camping?" "Oh, yeah," I said. "They make it out of special fibers and..." I trailed off. They were both looking at me. "Well, I don't own any, I'm just saying, it's out there. It exists." The girls giggled again. Laughing at me was one of their favorite pastimes, and I loved it. It felt good to make them happy, even at my own expense. The rest of their clothes they could mostly get for themselves. They brought shorts and t-shirts, warm socks, some sweat pants for the cold, and hiking boots. Thank god they already had hiking boots. I'd once taken a girl hiking, and she'd thought her running sneakers would be up to the task. I'd never heard such complaining in my life. The girls owned a fairly new sedan. It was surprisingly beat up for a recent car, and the girls insisted that the various dents and dings were all the faults of other drivers on the road, but I was not so sure. In any event, I argued for, and eventually won the right to drive. Only some hours into the trip did it occur to me that they had tricked me because they didn't want to have to stay awake on the long haul to the mountains. We got a pretty early start. Early for us, at least, as we usually preferred to sleep in, a tangle of arms and legs in the secure warmth of several quilts. By 10:00 AM we were on the road. We talked, listened to the radio, drank copious amounts of coffee and soda, and took a multitude of bathroom breaks to match. I drove pretty much the whole way. Molly and Lily took turns in the front seat, usually the person in back stretched out and dozed, and the person in front made sure I stayed awake. It's embarrassing to say how sleepy I could get in the middle of the day, but there's something hypnotic about the steady passage of mile markers and road signs that can just knock me out. We got where we were going by two. Well, we got to the trailhead by two. It was still several hours hike to the lakes. We got out of the car and stretched out after the drive to loosen our muscles. I noticed that there was only one other car at the trailhead, and surprisingly enough, it had our college sticker in the window. Judging by it's freshness, it was a currently enrolled student as well. I shouldered my heavy duty external frame backpacking pack, and the girls picked up their smaller, standard-size packs. As I was the only one who owned an actual backpacking pack, I looked more like a porter for them than anything else. I was really carrying most of the gear, but then, as long as I got my straps adjusted right, it wasn't a really big deal. Also, I liked being the one carrying it all, probably the only macho characteristic about me. We began hiking through the trees. The girls quizzed me about where we were going constantly, and I told them what little I remembered. I hadn't been here in a few years, and sometimes the hikes and forests can kind of run together. Eventually, unable to answer their questions with any specificity, I began to just say, "Wait till we get there. It's beautiful, you'll love it." It had been a while since I'd been this far into nature. True, campus was in the middle of nowhere with only hills and cows and woods and a small town nearby, but it doesn't really compare to a national park. The trail was mostly uphill, which was fine. Tough hikes weed out the wimps, and we were looking for a little seclusion. "About haw far is it to the lakes?" Lily asked me. "Oh, about six miles." "Is it all uphill?" Molly asked. Bless their hearts, they weren't complaining, they were just curious. "For the most part. But that's what we want. Besides, you have to go in at least four miles if you really want to get away. Anything less than that and it's crowded with day-hikers and drunken yahoos." "Oh," Lily said. "Should I not have brought the bottle of Bailey's then?" "Well, no, that's fine." God, I do love Bailey's. "I mean frat boys and such." We did encounter a few more people that day. We saw them coming up and down the trail, all day-hikers judging by their small packs, and a few trail-runners as well. The hike soon got to the point where we knew we were almost there. Every time we crested a hill, or came around a high switch back, we expected our destination to heave into view. When it finally did, we were tired and grateful. The place was called Horseshoe lakes. It was arguably just one lake, but names have never been logical. They were set in a giant horseshoe shape, with a large peninsula set in the middle. The tip nearly brushed the other shore, giving the illusion of two, opposingly convex lakes at the top of a mountain valley, though I stuck to my guns in thinking of it as one lake. The twins, however, loved the symbology of twos. The lakes were fairly shallow, and a crystal-clear blue in color. All around, the sides of the valley sloped steeply up, with a few patches of winter snow still clinging stubbornly in the shadows. The peninsula was dotted with trees and boulders. We wandered out onto it, looking for a good campsite. We eventually dumped our bags on the western side, up against a boulder that would act as a windbreak in the night. We pitched our tent. It was really just supposed to be a two-person tent, but the close quarters was not something that bothered us much. We only had two sleeping bags anyway, the fancy kind that can zip together. We got everything all squared away, packs in the vestibule and bear bag strung up a tree. We stowed a few water bottles in one of the small packs, and went to explore. We wandered around the perimeter of the peninsula, eventually looping back around to the neck of the peninsula and back to exterior of the lakes. There was a simple trail, and we followed it around. When we came to the northernmost point, we were suddenly in a dense copse of trees. It was open to the south, affording a view of the lake and distant mountains. There was a large flat boulder that angled up. It was shimmering with tiny flecks of some reflective mineral that caught and held the light of the sun, which was almost setting. I always felt that the proof of these twins psychic bond was in their joined actions and speech. In another demonstration of this, Molly turned around in front of me and began to kiss me. At the same time I felt Lily hands from behind, quickly undoing the snap on my shorts, dropping them to my ankles and quickly pulling my undies down too. Molly's shorts were off quickly. She leaned against the boulder. Lily tugged on my cock from behind, guiding it towards her sister. Looking down, I could see that Molly was dripping wet. I couldn't imagine what had gotten her so aroused, but I was not one to refuse her satisfaction. Lily leaned down next to me and gave me a quick once over with her tongue, making sure I was slick and ready too, then pushed me in. Molly's pussy engulfed me. I thrust forward quickly, pining her, and Molly writhed joyfully between me and the cold, hard stone behind her. Lily pressed in next to us, and Molly slipped a hand into her sisters undone shorts. Lily's arms were around our shoulders, and we kissed each other in rotation. There was a certain amount of bucking and heaving. I could feel Molly's cunt clenching, internal muscles gripping me fiercely. Lily came first. She shuddered on her sister's quickly moving fingers. Her hands went down and held her sister's wrist still, grinding herself quickly and urgently until her orgasm abated. This set of Molly. I could feel her rippling around me, and then I was coming too, pushing madly to prolong the sensation. When we'd finished the quickie, we all stood, leaning against Molly and the rock, sweating a bit in the cooling air. With a small wet pop, my cock slid out of it's resting place inside of her. Suddenly we heard giggling. I looked up quickly. There were two girls standing some ways up the trail. Molly, Lily and I quickly pulled up our fallen garments. One of the girls was was almost as tall as me at 5'9", nearing my 5'10". She had dark hair the parted down the middle and occasionally fell to obscure her face. She was a little bigger than my girls, not fat, just not yet rid of the last vestiges of her baby fat. Her friend was taller, taller than me by a clear four inches. Her body was lean and toned, her hair a solid brunette. I recognized her from the school's soccer team, part of the only team sport I really respect. There was a moment of awkward silence before Lily, ever the extrovert, said, "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" There was good-natured, if not slightly nervous, laughter all around. "Sorry," said the tall one. "We just couldn't turn down a show that good." -------------------------------------- Their campsite was on the eastern side of the lake. We sat around the fire they had illegally constructed and chatted. Lily ran back to our campsite for food, and when she returned we roasted weenies and marshmallows. The tall one was named Lisa, the shorter one Sarah. When Sarah slipped into their tent for a sweater, I noted the zipped-together sleeping bags. "You came up here for the same reason we did?" I asked. "Yeah," Lisa said sheepishly. "Figured we could really get away for a while. Been here since last night." "Pretty much what we thought," Molly said. "It's hard there, sometimes," Sarah said. "People can... judge," Lisa added. "Yeah," I said. I didn't really think there was much else to say. "Maybe we've got it easy though," Lisa said. "I mean, at least just being a dyke is kind of accepted. But you guys... bisexual sisters with one boyfriend between them? That must be tough." I sighed. "Let's just say that double-dating has never been an option." Molly and Lily laughed, and it spread quickly to Lisa and Sarah. For some ungodly reason, Sarah had lugged a guitar up the mountain. She was talented, and played a few tunes. The Bailey's came out and we passed the bottle around. When I'd consumed enough alcohol to think of myself as talented, I sang 'Space Oddity' while Sarah approximated the chords. Lisa had brought a couple of pretty good cigars, and we passed them around to fight off the cold a bit. The twins and I had lived in seclusion for so long that it was nice be so open with other people again. We stayed until it was plenty dark outside, laughing, singing, and generally having a good time. "Come back tomorrow," Lisa told as as we got up to leave. "We'll go swimming." The walk in the dark with flashlights and cold night air did a lot to sober us up. I went to rehang the bear bag. Nothing's worse than waking up in the morning to find a bear has eaten all your food. Well, nothing worse except for waking up and finding the bear is still there. I kicked off my shoes in the vestibule and crawled into the tent. The sight that greeted me was perfection. Lily and Molly were already in the sleeping bag. They were clearly nude, though all that was visible were bare shoulders before the covers obscured all. They were turned slightly towards each other, and when I came inside their eyes focused on me. Slightly shy, eager smiles spread across their faces. Green eyes pierced me. I reached my hand forward and pulled down the zipper. Their bare legs were entwined, and I could tell by the sharp, delicious smell that they'd already started, which was really fine by me. Molly lay back quietly and half hid herself with the covers, while Lily sat up and helped me undress. I was naked quickly, but not without a certain amount of gentle kissing and petting from Lily. The girls lay down next to each other, sides pressed against each other, and I lay on top of them. The covers were zipped up again behind me, and we let the warmth and closeness of our bodies bring us to the most tender and exquisite peaks of loving arousal. We rubbed against each other tenderly, avoiding any overtly sexual actions, just soaking up the heat. We started in earnest with the kissing. We took turns. I don't know how to describe it, but very early in our relationship we'd developed a simple rhythm for our three-way lip-locks. We alternated slowly, taking our time. I slipped in between them, lying on my back. The sleeping bags kept our bodies close and tight out of necessity. My hands found their way to the twins dripping sex at the same time that they took my cock in their hands. I've always felt that, even after you've gone all the way, it's important not to neglect the simpler pleasures that are available. I rubbed against them, parting their lips with the friction and pressure. In that perfect harmony that I would never be able to understand, they worked together to jerk me off. I felt their free hands coming down to help me pleasure them. I let two fingers dip inside. They accented my movements by stimulating their clits. I hooked around and found their g-spots. I pushed. They squeezed. We sighed simultaneously. I felt them coming at the same time. It was fascinating. In unison their cunnys tightened around me. They both gasped and turned into me. A sticky wetness coated my fingers. Lily and I began to kiss, and Molly slid down and stroked my cock. Suddenly her mouth was around me, and I came. Lily laughed and stroked her sisters head under the covers. "That was a bit quicker than usual," Molly said, sliding up my chest and licking her lips. "Give me a break, " I said, smiling. "I was ready to explode the moment I stepped into the tent. It's a wonder I lasted as long as I did." There was a bit of snuggling and kissing. "Of course," I said. "We're not through yet." I slid down into the sleeping bag as the girls lay down next to each other again. I put my hands back to work and pushed into them, using this better angle to give more strength to my thrusts. Our lovemaking quickly made the turn from sweet and innocent to passionate and torrid. The girls spread their legs as much as the sleeping bags allowed. I moved quickly, working them until the lubrication allowed me to push four fingers inside. The quietness left our little tent then. The twins moaned and screamed, holding each other tight. The sound was only muffled by their urgent, desperate kissed. The pitch and tempo increased when I pushed in deep and worked my fingers around inside of them. When they came again it was loud and raw. They belted out their orgasms, and, like in all other things, there was an amazing harmony to the sounds. When they'd finished, Lily rolled over onto her sister and began to kiss her in earnest. In the brief moment of silence, we could suddenly hear sounds carrying across the water. From the direction of Lisa and Sarah's tent, we could hear the sounds of intense lovemaking. We were still for a few moments, listening in guiltily. "Wow," Lily whispered. Molly was blushing and grinning from ear to ear. "That is so hot," she said. The sound was obscured again when we continued. Lily and Molly were kissing urgently. I was between their legs, and took advantage of my renewed stamina. I slid my now erect cock deep into Molly. She gasped and then cried out with with pleasure. True, I couldn't match the four-fingered reaming I'd just given them with girth, but the depth was certainly better. Molly's legs rose up and she wrapped them around both her sister and me as I thrust into her. She was tight and hot around me. Her senses were already raw and ready from the days first few orgasms, and she came quickly. She heaved forward, screamed, and bit into her sisters shoulder until she came down. Lily cried out with pleasure and pain. When Molly went limp, Lily looked over her shoulder. "Fuck me, now," she said. I obliged. I slid out of Molly and directly into her sister from behind without a moment's hesitation. Lily moaned and leaned forward. I was going quickly now. I was slightly desensitized from my earlier climax, and now I was ready to go the distance. I penetrated her unrelentingly. I brought my hands down and spread her labia apart with my thumbs, allowing better access. Lily was coming uncontrollably now, but I wasn't ready to stop, so I kept going. Molly lay motionless beneath us. Her eyes looked up at me. I gave her a smile as I fucked her sister. She smiled back. Lily was going nuts now. I refused to slow the pace. Lily braced herself against her twin and screamed. "Oh... Oh my god!" she screamed. "I'm still--fuck! I'm still coming!" She was right. I could feel it inside of her. Multiple orgasms, hitting her body without pity. Lily was crying out now. She was so tender and sensitive, I couldn't imagine what it must have felt like for her. Molly reached up and held her sister tightly, and Lily welcomed the embrace. Lily's constant coming was flooding her. I could feel the juices pouring out of her and spattering onto her sister below. We Love One Another Ch. 02 The sweat, shouting and heat finally pushed me over the edge. I pushed my cock deep into her dripping, tired quim, and came, filling Lily from some hidden reserves I wasn't even aware of. Lily let out one last, lusty "Fuck!" and went limp. There was five minutes of lying, motionless and tired. Lily on top of Molly, and me on top of Lily. From across the water we could hear the sounds of Sarah and Lisa coming, over and over again, with lots of shouting and hoarse cries. Eventually we adjusted ourselves in the bag. I lay down, and the girls crowded close on top of me, arms and legs wrapped lovingly around each other. Our lullaby was the sound of the lesbians across the lake. We Love One Another Ch. 03 I awoke with an erection. This didn't surprise me much, as I could feel Lily's lips wrapped around my cock. Her head was bobbing with a practiced, easy motion, and I let my hands stray down to get tangled in her uncombed, reddish brown hair. I looked around and found that Molly was next to me, upside-down in the sleeping bag. I lifted the covers a bit and peeked inside. Lily's thighs were open, and her sister was greedily eating her out. I pulled Molly's shirt up and away from her hips. Clawing at her panties, I was desperate to get inside and taste the rich flavor I knew was hidden there. I pulled them down to mid-calf and inhaled deeply. She was already quite wet, with sticky fluids and sweat merging in the tangles of her dark red pubes. "Oh, my god," I said. I didn't say it because Lily was an expert at blow jobs, though she was, I said it because I loved these girls, and I loved giving them pleasure, and I loved the sight of Molly's delicate pink folds, quickly reddening in anticipation of my tongue. Without anymore hesitation, I placed my lips around her folds, covering her with my mouth. Molly moaned into her sister's quim at my insertion. I could feel Lily's lips tightening around me as she sucked harder, her tongue wiggling along the sensitive underside of my glans. I probed Molly with my tongue, stretching as far as I could to fill her deeper. Molly's thighs closed gently about my head, and I burrowed further into her enveloping warmth. I don't know how long the girls had been going at it before I awoke, but soon Lily was coming. She moaned and lifted her head off of my cock, so as not to risk accidentally biting down during her orgasm. It hit her solidly. She shuddered like a wave, first in her pelvis, rocking quickly against her sister's eager tongue, and then up her torso. Lily's generous breasts heaved quickly, and her hand jerked my cock faster as she tossed her head back, shoulder length hair falling like rain, her eyes closed tightly as she screamed in uncontrolled passion. This display was beauty in and of itself, and soon I was coming too. The first splash hit Lily on her cheek, and then she ducked her head back down, greedily sucking it all in. In several powerful spurts I was empty, but wonderful Lily kept sucking, working hard to pull any lingering remnants from inside. Fully drained, I attacked Molly's pussy with renewed zeal. I fastened my lips around her clit and pushed two fingers into her. I quickly, flicked her sensitive button with my tongue, and it wasn't long before I felt Molly's orgasm start. She pushed her face into her sister's stomach. Lily cradled her head and stroked her hair as Molly began to come. Molly moaned and thrashed, but I held her steady, speared deeply on two fingers. She came in a sudden gush, and I removed my fingers and formed a seal with my lips, accepting every lost drop her body provided, swallowing, drinking down what she had to offer. Molly pulled herself to her sister and kissed her, then licked the spurt of jizz off her cheek. "Mmm," Lily said, kissing her sister again, sharing the cum. "Liquid breakfast." When we were finished, we lay in a sweaty tangle. Temporarily placated, my girls snuggled together. Suddenly, the confines of the tent seemed more apparent as we were no longer concerned with only our bodies. I struggled out of the tent and slipped on some shorts and a shirt, then my hiking boots. I glanced back inside and saw that Molly had snuggled close between her twin's breasts, and they were both drifting off to sleep again. Moving a ways from the lake, I searched for a rock to pee against. It was cold in that early morning. Not as cold as I'd feared. Considering the time of year and altitude, it was, in fact, unseasonably warm. I found a spot against a large boulder and unzipped. There are two great pleasures in life: sex, and peeing after sex. I was shaking my dick afterwards when Lisa walked around the monolith. For a brief second I was embarrassed, but she was a lesbian, and I'm not a very self-conscious person, so I just finished and zipped up without hurrying. She smirked. "Geez," she said. "I seem to have a talent for finding you in compromising positions." I laughed, thinking of when she and her girlfriend had found Lily and I fucking Molly's brains out on the other side of the lake the day before. "Good morning to you too." Lisa was a tall girl, a few inches taller than me, but not big. She was lean, though deceptively so, as her smooth skin hid strong, but not bulging, muscles. She had a fine face with high cheekbones and long brunette hair. I turned and joined her as she followed the trail. "Where are your girls?" she asked. "They're falling back asleep. What about Sarah?" "Eh," Lisa said, shrugging. "She's a city girl. Not really a morning a person, y'know?" "But you are?" "Not naturally, but I got so used to getting up in the morning to exercise for soccer and track that I just got used to it." We wandered back, passing my tent, where I could hear Lily and Molly snoring quietly. I noticed that Lisa tried to be subtle, but it was clear that she was peaking into the tent. Looking at the half-open flap, I could see that she was rewarded with a view that revealed three out of four nipples and one bare buttock. We kept walking, heading around the point of the lake's interior peninsula and back towards the outer shore. "They looked tired," Lisa commented. "They ought to be." Lisa gave me a sidelong glance and smiled. "Yeah, we heard you across the lake last night. You three make quite a racket." "Us?" I retorted. "What about you and Sarah? It was like listening to an erotic radio play. You used words I've never heard before." I was surprised that Lisa blushed. It occurred to me that she may have never been able to be really open about her sexuality with anyone before. "Yeah, Sarah's, uh, Sarah likes to be controlled." "And insulted?" Lisa smiled. "Yeah, that too." When we reached the narrow point of the peninsula, Lisa and I stopped walking. "You were serious about swimming?" I asked her. "You invited us last night." Lisa looked out over the clear lake. "Yeah." "Isn't it a bit cold?" She looked back at me and smiled again. "It'll get a little warmer later on. Besides, the cold is what makes it fun." "No, the cold is what makes me turtle." Lisa laughed and turned, returning to her campsite. "Meet us on the north side of the lake at noon, okay?" --------------------------------- Lily, Molly and I went for a short hike later. The sun beat down and did work to warm up a bit, but it didn't get any warmer than 55 degrees or so, if I had to guess. We ended our hike at the north side of the lake, where we saw Lisa's tall, lean frame and Sarah's full, womanly figure coming in from the other direction. They waved a hello. When we all reached the same spot, we surveyed the area. It was great for swimming. There was a bit of a beach, though this high up it wasn't really sandy, just silt and small pebbles. There was also a large, broad rock for sunning on and jumping off of. None of us had brought swimsuits, so it was down to our underwear. Lisa, Lily and myself all ran quickly into the water, acclimating to the cold with 'rip-off a band aid' method. Molly and Sarah opted to slowly easy their way in, a plan that was ruined when Lisa splashed them mercilessly. We swam as best we could. The water was deathly cold, but that served as great impetus to keep moving. Lily eventually crawled out of the lake and lay flat on her back on the boulder, letting the sun warm her up. Lisa was doing great, long zig-zaggy laps in an impressive broad stroke. Sarah swam out to where she just couldn't stand anymore and tread water, watching her girlfriend working out. I took a moment to appreciate her figure. Sarah was almost as tall as me, and her body was retaining baby fat in her breasts and hips which had the contradicting effects of making her appear both younger and more womanly at the same time. Her shoulder-length black hair clung to her face and forehead in thick wet strands. Her white cotton panties were clinging to her, and the distorted view of them through the water was tantalizing. "I'm cold." I turned and followed the voice to Molly. She was huddled against the boulder. She was shivering a bit, and I swam over to her. Soon we were standing close, and I wrapped my arms around her. Molly snuggled in close to me, and we kissed. The mutual warmth of our mouths was intoxicating compared to the icy water. It was so easy to get involved with kissing her. Soon I was oblivious to everything else. The lake, the others, the cold water. I could only feel the warmth of her eager tongue, the pressure from her lips, her smooth skin against my chest. With my arms closed around her and the buoyancy of the water, I held Molly up as she clasped her legs around me. I walked her slowly out of the water. She stayed held up in my arms, her legs and arms wrapped around me for support as I carried her to the warm rock, laying her down next her sister. I lay down between them and let the sun hit my body. There was whistling. I looked up and saw Sarah standing knee-deep in the water. "Nice crotch rocket you got there." I looked down and saw that I had tented my boxers, and being soaked through with water, it wasn't concealing much. "You could hand me a towel..." I said. "Didn't bring any." Lily looked around. "Neither did we." We hiked back to Lisa and Sarah's campsite in our undies, carrying our clothes over our shoulders. The sun helped to dry us off. When we got back, the sun was beginning to set. Lisa worked to resurrect their fire from the night before while we gathered some food. When we were dry enough, we put our clothes back on. In the cold, Lisa and Sarah dragged out their sleeping bags. They'd also brought a couple of blankets. None of it was exactly top shelf camping gear, and I didn't envy them the heavy packs they must have lugged up the mountain to get here. Molly, Lily and I sat under one blanket while Lisa and Sarah sat on the other. As night set in we talked and poked at the fire, fixing a little food and drinking what was left of the Bailey's. "How long have you two been an item?" Lily asked Lisa and Sarah. "Since school started," Lisa said casually. Sarah snorted. "She's my roommate, and she basically had her way with me the first night." "That's lucky," Molly said. "Getting a lesbian roommate. What're the odds?" "I wasn't a lesbian before..." Sarah said. "Well, not really." "Conversion?" I asked. Lisa laughed. "Doesn't really happen. Frankly, I was stupid and horny, and it's a lucky thing that Sarah didn't freak out on me." "I guess I'm actually bi," Sarah said. "I haven't really thought about it much. I just haven't been with a guy since it started." "Do you miss it?" Molly asked. "I mean, Lily and I... well, for years... but there's something about sex with a guy. Now that I've had it, I'd hate to lose it." Sarah took a swig of the Bailey's and grinned. "Lisa has toys." When the laughter died down, Sarah was looking at me appraisingly. "You girls are lucky," she said. "They're lucky?" I replied. "I'm the lucky one. God, I don't know what I did to deserve to be so lucky." "Not exactly what she means," Lisa said. "Yeah," Sarah continued. "We were talking about it earlier. You must be pretty good to satisfy the both of them." It was hard to tell with the heat of the fire on my face, but I may have been blushing. "Aw, shucks," I said. "He's really good," Lily said. "Fantastic," Molly added. "How'd you like to be my last ever man?" Sarah asked. The fire grew quiet. "What?" I said. Her eyes looked straight at me. They were intent and mature, incongruous on her youthful, innocent face. "How would you like to be the last man I ever sleep with?" Under the blanket, I could feel Lily's hand tighten where it had been resting on my thigh. Slowly it slid up and into my shorts, then she was squeezing my cock, stroking it slowly and evenly. Molly rested her head on my shoulder. "What do we get?" Molly asked. "Me." Lisa looked at the twins hungrily. "I don't know," I said. I was looking at Sarah, her gorgeous body, curvy in all the right places. Lily's fingers were encouraging my growing erection. "We're faithful to each other." "It's not cheating if they know about it," Lisa said. "She's right," Lily agreed. Sarah stood up. The blanket fell from her shoulders, and I could see that her jeans were undone, her panties just visible beneath them. She came around to our side of the fire and knelt in front of me. Molly pulled the blanket away, and I felt cool air hit my exposed organ. Lily took her hand off of me and brushed the hair back from Sarah's face. Sarah inhaled, smelling me on her palm, then kissed Lily's fingers individually. Lily put her hand on the back of Sarah's head and pulled her forward, down onto my waiting cock. Her mouth was small and heart shaped, and she had to strain to get her lips around me. I could feel her tongue and teeth instantly. It was tight inside of her, and she looked up at me as she sucked. There was something daring in her eyes, a look that took all degradation from the act, and defied me to feel anything but respect for her. Molly stood and moved towards Lisa. Her clothes were quickly stripped from her, and Lisa lay her down on the ground next to the fire. I watched as Lisa put a hand between her legs and quickly dipped into her sex. Molly was still, her only movement the occasional small bucking of her hips. Lily stood up and walked over to them, and I replaced her hand on the back of Sarah's head with mine. Lily pulled Lisa's sweat pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. Soon she was bent over, letting her weight fall on Lisa's strong back. As Lisa pleasured Molly, Lily let her hand cover Lisa's quim from behind. Sarah's mouth suddenly tightened around me, and I began to come. She swallowed it effortlessly, but then, due to her small mouth, I hadn't even gotten halfway in. When my orgasm finished, Sarah stood up. As she did, I pulled her jeans and panties down, leaving her in socks and a sweatshirt. She lay down on the blanket and spread her legs. I lay between them, and she eagerly helped me take my shirt and pants off. Naked I lay on top of her. My cock pressed against her opening, and she smiled up at me. "Do it," she said. "Not yet," I replied. I looked across the fire and saw that Lisa and the twins had retreated into the tent, giving us some privacy. I slid down Sarah's body and inhaled the full aroma of her cunt. She was already dripping wet. It was running like honey from her, and I dipped my tongue to taste it. She squirmed happily beneath me, and I plunged in all the way. Her fingers ran through my hair as I attacked her, licking her up and down. I spread her juices all around with my tongue, carefully lubricating every interior surface, fold, and crevice. I crawled back up her body and planted a sticky kiss on her lips. Sarah reached down between us and took hold of my cock, guiding it into her pussy. She was burning hot inside, and much, much tighter than I'd expected. Comparatively, her small mouth had been positively spacious. I cried out as she put me in. It was one of the most exquisite first penetrations I'd ever experienced. In no time at all I was buried completely inside of her. Her legs were wrapped tight around me and her fingernails clawed desperately at my back. I began slow, even thrusts, and Sarah buried her face in my neck, kissing and biting sobbing with pleasure. I slid one hand under her sweatshirt, cradling a perfectly soft and bra less breast. I pinched her nipple lightly, and then harder. She put her hands on my cheeks and kissed my hungrily. I captured her wrists with my free hand and pined them above her head. Moving quicker, I took my hand out of her shirt and bunched it up at her neck, revealing her bountiful breasts and their pale, bubble-gum pink nipples. She brought her legs up and folded them against her chest. Soon I was braced on them, resting on her, trapping her beneath me, and moving quickly. The heat inside her only intensified as I thrust, building up with friction and tension, and soon I felt like I was plunging my cock into a furnace. She was crying out, her voice mingling with the muffled moans I heard coming from the girls in the tent. When he came, she arched her back, pushing her shins and knees against me in her passion. I felt a spray from inside her, and almost burning hot girl-cum splashed against me. She braced her hands on my neck and shoulders and cried out again and again. I continued thrusting as long as I was able, and then she was moaning. "It's too much," I kept pushing. "I'm too sensitive." I pushed one last time and she shuddered beneath me, and then some internal pressure within her was tightening, and I pulled out of her. Her legs flopped down limply, like a rag-doll dropped on the floor. I collapsed next to her, and we stared up at the stars, listening to our girlfriends going at it in the tent. When the fire started to die down, we got up and moved into the tent. It was small, designed for no more than three people, but we crammed five in anyway. Sarah had slipped out of her sweatshirt, and we lay naked together, watching the show. Molly was on her back. Lisa had the empty Bailey's bottle buried as far as it would go in her, and Lily was sucking her sister's clit through it all. Watching my innocent, tender girl defiled by a bottle stirred the feeling in my dick again, and I slipped silently into Sarah again. We fucked quietly, watching the girls we loved come over and over again. We drifted off to sleep sometime around three in the morning, crammed naked and satisfied in an overstuffed tent. We were pressed close to one another, Lisa and I were near the bottom, our girls pressed tight against us, all bundled under a chaotic pile of blankets and discarded undergarments. We Love One Another Ch. 04 I stretched out after waking up. I stood in the center of the room, doing an improvised sort of yoga thing. I don't really know yoga, but I can wing it from what I've seen on tv, and it helps to loosen me up. The small open space in the center of the room was barely big enough for me to stretch, but it served well enough. I looked over to the small college-dorm bed, where Lily and Molly, my twin angels, were still asleep. They were completely identical. Shoulder length, reddish-brown hair framing heart shaped faces. Beautiful, bee-stung lips that smiled even in their sleep. Green eyes, currently concealed by eyelids. They stood at 5'3", with natural bodies and perfect handfuls of breasts. The only place their duality ended was in their personalities. Lily was more of an extrovert, adventurous and free spirited. She was studying social sciences. Molly was a little shyer, given to blushing and secret smiles. She studied art and design. They were laying side by side. Lily's arms were wrapped around her sister protectively, and Molly's head was buried between Lily's breasts, moving slowly up and down with even, sleepy expansion and contraction of her sister's ribcage. Looking at them, I felt the stirrings of arousal. I looked up towards the alarm clock to see how much time we had for a morning quickie. The alarm clock was gone. Searching around, I found it lying upside down on the floor. A lamp and empty glass from the bedside table were next to it, and I realized we'd probably knocked it over sometime during last night's energetic lovemaking. I turned the clock over, and saw that it was 8:55. Molly and I had the same photography class at nine. Apparently, the fall to the floor had turned off the alarm. "Shit!" I cried. Molly and Lily shifted and looked over at me. "What?" Molly asked. "We slept in! We've got five minutes to get to class!" Molly and I were instantly struggling to get dressed. The only clothes I had with me were from yesterday, and I didn't have the time to run down the hall to my room for more. I noticed that Lily had succeeded in popping a button off of my shirt in her eagerness to undress me the night before. Lily turned lazily in bed to watch us scramble. She didn't have a class until ten. "Just skip it, geez." "We can't," I said, trying to find my left shoe. Molly had already gotten her jeans and a sweater on, and was tying her sneakers. "We have a portfolio review first thing. There's a giant penalty for missing it." Lily stretched, arching her back on the bed, lifting her breasts and mons towards the ceiling. "You'd better hurry then." Molly and I ran across the campus. The dorms were centrally located, and the art buildings were in one corner, so it wasn't too far. Tired and red faced, we arrived five minutes late. Fortunately, we hadn't been called into the office for review yet, so we didn't get in any trouble. Our reviews went fine. I got a B+, Molly an A. After the review was just general work time. I had a fresh roll of film to develop, a few candid shots of Molly, Lily, and our friends Lisa and Sarah at dinner, and Molly had some negatives she wanted to print. I stood in the class area, shaking my film developing canister, letting the chemicals do their magic. I took the developed film out carefully and inspected it. There were a few dark patches near the end of the roll, but it looked like and done a pretty good job with it. I took it into the first dark room, which housed a dryer, and hung it up. It would need at least fifteen minutes before I could cut it. I wandered through through the pitch black hallway. It branched off in several directions. Down one way, there were several booths side by side for black and white developing. Next to them were the open tubs of chemicals for putting the exposed prints into. There was red light in here, as it wouldn't expose the photo paper. Molly was standing in the center of the room, amongst the hustle and bustle of other students trying to work in a small space. She was looking through negatives in the low light. "Find what you want?" I asked her. "Yeah," she said. "Do you want to help me develop it?" "Sure." Molly's better grade really came from her eye for composition. She had no trouble finding great shots to print and impress the professor with. However, she could sometimes miss something in the nuts and bolts of the process, which is where I excelled. We found an unoccupied dark room and went inside, flipping the "do not open" light on as we entered. Molly set up the photo rig in the pale red light, aligning her negative and guides, knowing that she'd have to set the paper in complete darkness. I stood to the side and watched, making sure she didn't forget anything important. I looked at the faint, projected image the negative cast on the blank surface beneath it. The picture was of Lily and I asleep in bed. We were both nude. Lily was half covered by the sheets, but most of her was visible. She clung to me in the photo as if I were a life saver in the ocean of covers. I was naked and completely exposed. "You're... uh, not submitting that for a grade, are you?" I asked. Molly laughed shyly. "No, I just thought it might be nice to have." Molly turned the dim red light off, and I listened as she opened up a light-proof envelope and removed the photo paper. She exposed the image briefly. It was a good choice, as it would now turn out a little lighter and slightly desaturated. This was the kind of image that could look tawdry in full color. Molly I heard a quiet splash, and knew that Molly had put the print in the first of the four chemical baths. It was quiet waiting, and I silently counted off time in my head, as I knew Molly was doing as well. Eventually, Molly got it into the final bath, which was basically just a rinse. She turned on the red light, and we could make out that the picture had come out fine. It was just a little bit cloudy, but it looked more like an soft aura than a processing error. As we watched the print float slowly in circles in the softly swirling water, I put my arms protectively around Molly from behind. At least, the gesture started out protectively. I rested my head in her hair, and inhaled the healthy aroma of her shampoo, with a trace of the photo chemicals in the room. She raised her hands and held onto my arms near the shoulder. I kissed the back of her head gently. Molly responded by tilting her head back on my shoulder to look up at me. I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. She responded slowly, opening her mouth to welcome my cautiously probing tongue. I brought one hand up and held it along her jaw, caressing and confining her neck. One of her hands found the back of my head and pulled me deeper and deeper into the kiss. It wasn't long before I had my other hand cupping and kneading her left breast through her sweater and tee. I took my hand from her neck and slid it down. As my fingers passed her bellybutton, she reached down and undid her jeans for me, providing access. I slipped my fingers into her panties, greeted by the soft forest of crinkly hairs there. Our kiss broke and she exhaled through pursed lips as my middle finger carefully teased her slit. It was still dry to go for an all out penetration, so I rubbed her warm mons gently. Molly bucked her hips against my hand in response. I slid my other hand up under her shirt and squeezed her full breasts, lightly pinching her nipples, then rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. She sighed and pushed her hips back, standing on tip toes to grind her butt onto my erect cock. I felt a sudden surge of wetness from her pussy, and instantly dove in, penetrating her with two fingers. She gasped and bit her lip through a moan. I could feel her clit poking out against my palm as I fingered her. She was rocking back and forth, oscillating her hips between riding my finger and teasing my cock. My lips where close the her ear, and I whispered into it. "Should we?" There was no hesitation in her voice. "Yes," she breathed back to me. My shy and cautious girl wanted me to fuck her here, in the darkroom without a lock, our only guarantee of privacy the light outside requesting others not to enter. I pulled my hands away from their respective tasks and pulled Molly's jeans and panties down to mid thigh. She bent over and braced herself on the tub of rinse. I unzipped quickly and positioned myself. My exposed glans was poised at her dripping entrance. The heat and wetness that emanated from within were the most natural thing in the world. My cock felt drawn to it like a magnet. Molly was always tighter than her sister, and today was no exception. The head of my dick popped in just barely, and I felt a wonderful pressure from her. She was sighing in and out heavily, trying to keep from moaning to loud, and controlling her voice through a lot of deep, throaty breathing. I held onto her hips and pushed, and she rocked forward as well. "Hold still," I whispered to her. In the almost nonexistent red light, I could just barely see her nodding. I squeezed her waist tightly and angled my pelvis forward. There was muffled squeak from her, and then I was past the Rubicon, pushing in full throttle, my way into her tight confines paved by her impressive personal lubrication. When I was balls deep in her, I knew I wouldn't last long. She was so tight, and there was so much danger of being caught, I was aroused beyond my wildest dreams. I did my best to put it off, counting in my head, going through the Fibonacci sequence, trying to remember as many presidents back as I could. Throughout my mental efforts, I pounded her quickly and relentlessly from behind, trying to get her to come as quickly as possible, so that I could afford myself the same release. I was concentrating so hard that I almost missed her orgasm. I had no vocal cues to go by, but I suddenly noticed she was making no sound at all. I looked up and saw that she had one hand over her mouth and was doing her best not to scream out her pleasure. I pushed her sweater further up on her back and leaned forward, resting on the bare flesh of her waist and spine. I began to come, shooting into her over and over again, feeling the internal pressure in her mount to unbearable heights. Through my orgasm she shook violently beneath me, her body sweaty and glistening. I slowed down after I came. We stood still for a little while, she leaning against the tub, watching a picture of her nude sister and myself in the water. I was still inside, slowly shrinking down to regular size as my waist pressed against the pliant surface of her buttocks from behind. I backed away and fell out of her with a popping noise like a champagne cork coming out of the bottle. There was suddenly a rush of trapped fluids running down her inner thigh. Molly grabbed a roll of paper towels from the shelf and wiped herself up. I did the same. We tossed them in the garbage can, trusting in the smell of chemicals to mask the unmistakable scent of sex. We kissed desperate goodbyes, hidden in the dark, as she headed off for a fashion design course, and I prepared to jog across campus for anthropology. The social sciences building was one of the largest on campus, several stories tall, incongruous in the largely faux-old style of the school. I took the back entrance in through the teachers' offices. Lily was an assistant for one of the sociology professors, Mz. Bertrand, and she usually did a little clerical work in the morning. We often met down here to go to our anthropology class together. I found her sorting out some mail on the basement floor. The offices here were kind of uninspiring, having, at the very best, only a small window high on the wall. When she heard me approach, she turned and flashed me a look of pure, untainted lust. I realized I probably returned it. Her outfit seemed designed to tease. A pleated, gray wool skirt that only covered half her thighs, knee-high argyle socks and little black shoes with buckles, and a loose, green sweater over a white collared shirt. Sort of a bookworm fantasy wet dream outfit. She tossed what little interdepartmental mail was left on the counter and started towards me, lust flashing in her pale green eyes. "Whoa," I said, "We're gonna be late." God help me, I can be stupidly dedicated to academics sometimes. "You had sex with Molly, I can't be left out." "How..." "I could feel it. Just barely," she said. "Sometimes, I can feel what she's feeling, and I felt it when she came." Lily was already unbuttoning her shirt, revealing a white lace bra underneath that did more to push her breasts up for viewing than concealing them. She put a hand on my chest and pushed me backwards into her professors office, closing the door and the blinds on the interior windows. "Lily," I said. "We could get caught. What if Professor Bertrand comes back?" Lily smiled devilishly. "She's got three classes in a row. She won't be down here for hours." "Well, what if anyone else comes by?" Lily locked the door and and pulled her shirt off, revealing her eager breasts in their lace prisons. "We'll just be quiet until they go away." "You're never quiet." Lily smiled and and stepped towards me. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kissed her engagingly. Our tongues wrestled as we stumbled, joined, about the small office, eventually coming to rest with me pressing Lily against the desk. I knelt down before her and slid my hands under her skirt, caressing the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. I rubbed two fingers against the crotch of her panties, my fingers encountering the sticky wetness that had already permeated the fabric. I hooked my fingers around the waistband and pulled her panties down. I couldn't put it off any longer, and plunged my tongue into her, relishing the sudden coating of my mouth and chin with her clear fluids. She exhaled explosively, but managed to keep from crying out as I locked my lips around her clit. I worked her fiercely with my tongue, careful not to break the suction around her button as I tenderly probed into her with two fingers of my right hand. Lily wriggled beneath me, and I slipped a third finger in. From then on, it was alternating and random thrusts, coupled with quick, gentle bites at her clitoris. In no time at all she was coming. She hunched over and pushed me further into her, letting off steam through ragged sobs to prevent any all-out vocalization. I collapsed into the comfortably upholstered leather chair behind the desk after Lily'd finished, and she slid off the desk, slowly coming to rest on her knees in front of me on the floor. She unhooked her front-clasping bra casually, letting it hang off of her shoulders, and freeing her gorgeous pink tits to hang naturally from her body. She reached forward and began to undo my jeans, pulling them and my underwear to my ankles in one quick motion. She wasted no time with her hands, but was instantly licking my cock, sucking around it but not actually sucking it, leaving livid red hickeys on the underside. She smiled and looked up at me again, licking her lips. "You taste like my sister," I nearly came from her saying it, and she smiled again and began to suck me off in earnest, deep throating me without hesitation. I felt her teeth gently prod the base of my cock, and I caressed her hair as it cascaded around her face, tickling my bare thighs and waist. She pulled almost completely off of me, and sucked fiercely and pitilessly on just the head, then slid right back down again with an ease that amazed me. I felt my orgasm building, and quickly pushed her off. I grabbed her waist and lifted her up onto the desk, flipping up her skit as she went. She took hold of me quickly, and as I thrust forward, she guided me right into her. The second I was inside, I pushed forward all the way, faster than I'd ever gone in on a first push. The sudden shock straightened her spine, and she fell backwards to lie prone on the desk as I clutched at her breasts and pulled out for a second thrust. Lily cried out once, then bit into her wrist, muffling her adulation. I began to come, and leaned over, pressing my body against her and kissing her urgently. My thrusts continued as my delayed orgasm shot forth, and I could feel her body responding to the warm invasion, twitching under me. She arched her back and I felt the contractions of her pussy as she raised her legs and wrapped them around me. I felt a hot splash escape between the constantly moving length of my cock and the quivering walls of her cunny. She went limp below me, and I slid out of her and fell back into the chair again, utterly exhausted. We both sat still for a time, eventually looking at the clock to see that the period was almost up. I handed Lily her panties, which she slipped on over her soaked quim, and I pulled up my pants after drying myself off with a kleenex. Lily straightened up the office a bit, putting the finishing touch on buy pulling several sheets off of Mz. Bertrand's desk blotter until there wasn't an obvious wet spot from her orgasm. I was relieved to have a class away from the girls. I spent my marine biology course slouching in my chair. My dick was sore as hell. Guys will know that when you use it too much, it can get tender pretty quickly. I considered going back to own dorm room to ice it in the afternoon, but I wanted to stop by and see how the girls were doing. I lay back on one of the beds and closed my eyes after I got back. The girls were both going through their bags, organizing for the next day. I could feel the muscles in my thighs twitching, and even the cloth of my underwear seemed to rough against my over stimulated cock. "So," Lily was saying. "Which bed should we sleep in tonight?" "Oh, girls, girls," I said. "I can't. I'm beat. I just need to get back to my own room and sleep." "Aw," Molly said. "But we had so much fun last night, and this morning. We want more." I put my palm over my eyes. The fluorescent bulb above seemed capable of penetrating my eyelids. "I've got no more to give. I'm sorry, but you've drained me." "What will it take to get you to stay?" Lily asked. "There's nothing," I said. "Nothing you can do or say. I just need to sleep and give my unit a rest." The girls were silent for a time, and I became suspicious. I lifted my head and looked at them. They were sitting on the bed facing me. They were naked, leaning back against the wall. Their legs were drawn up to their chests, and they each had four fingers buried in themselves, the pale skin of the rest of their bodies sharply contrasted by the deep pink of their parted pussies. Molly was biting her lower lip, and Lily was smiling the smile of a lion that knows it's caught a gazelle. They were both looking at me with a primal hunger in their identical eyes. Amazingly, my cock jerked to life. I knew I wouldn't be going home tonight. We Love One Another She went limp when we finished. Wordlessly, Lily pulled me down, laying me out next to her sister. She straddled me and grabbed the head of my cock. Molly's fingers laced with mine and we both watched as Lily prepared to lose her virginity. She rubbed the tip of my cock around her open labia, coating me and rubbing her clit a bit with my swollen glans. She leaned forward and kissed both of us in turn. "I love you," she said to both of us. My free hand found hers and I squeezed it reassuringly. Lily positioned herself and my cock carefully, then let her weight shift to her hips. Her thighs slid out and into the bed, and she was suddenly all around me, tight and hot. She exhaled out of her mouth as she lowered, and when it was done she was settled on her her pelvis, her clit poking out a little, and I was completely buried inside of her. The sensation was intense. I arched my back and then lay flat again. Molly sat up. She and her sister looked at each for a long time, and I was content to lie there inside of her. Molly and Lily kissed after that. And then Molly sat back and watched as her sister began to grind against me. It was odd, and unlike any sex I'd ever had. Not just that there were two girls there, but emotionally. It was very quiet at first. Lily's eyes were closed most of the time, and when she opened them, she'd look at Molly or I with such intense love. Molly watched over her sister like a guardian angel. When Lily got her rhythm going, she began to get noisy. She moaned and groaned, and Molly, satisfied that her sister was all right, lay down next to me. She turned into me and I wrapped my arm around her, holding her tight. She put her lips close to my ear. "Do me next?" I turned and kissed her in response. I was quiet as Lily rode me. I was putting off my orgasm, knowing that I had to satisfy both of them tonight. I'd already come once, and well, this threesome thing was tiring work. I didn't want to risk losing my stamina. Lily came intensely. At the end she put her feet down next to my hips, squatting over me and rubbing back and forth quickly. I put my hand down and gave her something to rub her clit against. Molly watched, moaning a little with her sister when the orgasm came. Lily collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms around both girls and held them tight. Lily was clearly tired, but Molly wanted action, and we all knew it. Lily stretched like a cat or a skilled yogi, then wandered into the bathroom. While she was gone, I began to kiss Molly. I returned to her pussy and ate her out a bit more. I was going to do this right, so I made sure she was plenty ready. Lily returned with a few towels, and folded on up on the bed. She and Molly lay down on it, and situated themselves so Lily was on her back, propped half sitting on several pillows, and Molly was between her legs, her butt resting on the towel. Lily wrapped her arms around her sister from behind and kissed her ear. "It'll be okay, it's not as bad as you'd think." I leaned forward and kissed Molly, she returned it immediately. We whispered quick 'I love you's. I realized at that moment that yes, it is possible to be in love with two people at the same time. "Are you ready?" I asked. Molly nodded. I put the head of my cock at her entrance and pushed in gently. In no time at all I'd hit the block. I slowly moved forward. Molly put her hands on my hips. She looked me in the eye. "Quick," she said. "Like ripping off a band-aid," and then she pulled suddenly. She screamed loudly, and Lily's arms tightened around her. "Okay?" I asked. "Yes...yes," she breathed. "Keep going." She bit her lip as I slowly slid the rest of the way into her quim. When I was to the hilt she wrapped her legs around me, then pulled me into her arms. We kissed, and then I began to pull out. That was when the blood came. I could feel it's heat and a bit of splatter on my thigh, but when I looked down, it wasn't as bad as I'd feared. Just a few drops here and there, really. I moved slowly back into her, and Molly exhaled and rested her head between her sisters breasts. "How is it?" Lily asked her. "Hurts," Molly replied. "Should I stop?" I asked. "No," they both said. Then Molly finished, "Don't stop. Keep going. Just take it slow." I did as she asked, moving slowly in and out of her. After a few minutes I looked at Molly's face to see her smiling. "Is it good now?" I asked. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me. "It's good. Speed up." I complied and began to increase the pace, but carefully. Lily began to massage and tug her sisters breasts from behind. Molly put her left hand on my stomach to guide my thrusts, and her right behind her to caress her sister's head. "Faster." "Is this fast enough?" "Faster." There was a long pause as I sped up and the smile on her face grew. She opened her eyes again and looked up at me. "As fast as you can, please." Lily brought her legs around and used her ankles to spread her sister's thighs apart. Her arms wrapped around her torso. Molly put her own arms to her sides and dug her fingers into the sheets, holding on as tight as she could. I began to move quickly. I braced myself, leaning against the two of them, and went to work. Years of sit-ups and crunches went to good use as I moved quicker and quicker. "Oh... oh, yeah," Molly breathed. And then she wasn't breathing it anymore, she was shouting it. Lily held onto her tight. They were twisted together, a perfect stable union for me to thrust against. Her pussy clenched around me. Juices form both of us began to coat my thighs and the towel beneath us. I could feel my orgasm building, but Molly beat me to it. With a couple of cries, she came. Her hair was drenched with sweat and sticking to her forehead, so Lily brushed it back for her. Her orgasm became a series of rapid sobs. Molly threw her weight backwards into her sister, and Lily held her tighter, squeezing her breasts and spreading her thighs ever wider. I kept thrusting, and when my orgasm began I was shooting quickly, hidden reserves of semen filling her with each thrust as I came. Molly's whole body tightened up, her cunny clenching around my rapidly moving cock. I moved like a piston, sustaining her orgasm through the power of my own. I could feel the end coming. I made several more rapid thrusts, then pushed deep and hard. I put all my weight into it, grinding against her as hard as possible, pushing us over so that we were both on top of Lily. At the feeling of my skin pushing against her clit and my cock buried deep, deep inside of her, Molly let out a hoarse cry and then slowly relaxed. After that we couldn't stop. There was kissing, there was groping. There was a blur of hands and erogenous zones, and then a shower. We changed the sheets on the beds and drifted off to sleep at about six in the morning. We spooned, Lily behind me, and Molly on front of me. I held Molly close as Lily snuggled into my back. I'd never felt so warm in my entire life.