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Double

By: ConfusinglyDelerious



I've arranged for this, because I know you like the idea.

It took work, but I managed, sifting through messages from dozens of pervs, before finally finding someone who both understood the concept, and looked the part.

Join me to the carnival. We'll arrive at separate times, I'll let you know what costume and mask I will be wearing. We meet up, and we steal away somewhere private.

The meaning of the word "carnival" is discussed a lot. But one of the meanings ascribed to the name is "feast of flesh", and tonight I have planned for you to feast.

It takes some time, but I manage to find you in the crowd. I simply walk up to you, grab you, and kiss you hungrily. The harlequin mask covering the top of my face, but leaving my mouth free.

You have half an idea about what I have been planning, so you're wearing something deep cut, allowing your breasts to tastefully almost overflow a neckline so deep it no longer has anything to do with necks. And a skirt of sorts with a high split that not only shows of your legs magnificently, but also seems able to be pulled up easily.

I wrap my arm around your waist, and lead you out of the crowd, and towards the houses at the edge of the plaza. Down a narrow side street, and then into the darkness of an even narrower alley. The party in the plaza is still more than loud enough, so any sound will likely be drowned out.

And in the darkness, the other awaits. Told to wait here around this time, and wearing the same costume and mask as me. Roughly the same size and build as me. 

You ghasp as he steps forward from the drakness, startled.

I laugh, grab you around the waist, and bury my mouth in your neck, kissing it. I take hold of your arm, and twirl you around, sending you into the arms of my double. 

His arms wrap around you, and he copies what I did, his mouth kissing the other side of your neck. I press up against you from the front, kissing you deeply, and ending it with a lip-bite. 

We literally pass you back and forth between us in the dark alleyway, taking turns to hold you, while our hands and our lips cover your skin. Hopefully this dance in the darkness will eventually confuse you, until you can no longer tell which is which of the masked men.

Eventually, it ends. Instead, two pairs of hands pushes you to your knees. Two pairs of unbuttoned pants, two cocks ready. You start to try to acquaint you, grab them in your hands, trying to feel which is more familiar. Eventually, you resort to using your mouth. First sampling one, then the other. The first taste of the feast of flesh I have readied for you.

You get to spend some time like that, sitting on your knees, sucking one cock, stroking the other, and then alternating. Sometimes a hand grabs you head, pulling you towards one, other times a hand pushes you head away, making sure that you suck equally eagerly on the other. 

But this wasn't a gift for you, so that you could squander it on sucking cocks. Eventually, two sets of hands help you up. 

But only for a moment. 

Seconds later, you're bent forward. A cock in your mouth, while hands lift your skirt up, and pull down your underwear. 

This is the thing you've wanted, isn't it? To feel a cock inside of you, while you suck on another. A pair of hands grabbing hold of you from behind, and pressing into you, another pair of hands from the front, getting your breasts out from that deep neckline, playing with them.

Getting fucked and getting a face full of cock at the same time.

You get to enjoy it for a little while, before you get turned. The feeling of a different cock being thrust into your pussy, and the taste of a new cock in your mouth, this time covered with the juices from your pussy.

You can hear the sound of someone spitting, a split second before something wet and warm lands on your asshole. Then fingers start to rub you, press into you. 

Have I ever done that to you? Just spit like that? Maybe not. But maybe I'm changing my manners on purpose to confuse you. Is there something familiar about how those fingers work your asshole? Or is it the cock in your mouth that is familiar? The way your nipples are pinched and pulled? Can you tell anything from the moans of two men?

And, lest we forget... How hard is it to think when you're being spit-roasted on two cocks at the same time?

Again you feel the cock leaving your pussy. This time you're being pulled over towards the wall. One of the two masked figures sits down, while the hands of the other makes you mount him. As soon as you sink down, and feel the cock filling you up, you also feel someone manoeuvring their body in behind you. 

As hands make sure you ride up and down on the cock already inside of you, you can feel another starting to make it's way into you.

You scream and squeal a little, as the thick, meaty cock slowly is inched into your ass. Until you're filled up, feeling ready to burst. Two cocks filling you up in ways you never thought was possible, ever.

So dirty, and so tantalizing. 

You cum. And once you start cumming, there is no stopping. The cocks work you relentlessly, like pistons. Hands are groping you from behind, grabbing your breasts, you feel fingers on your clit, at some point your hair is pulled, but you have by now lost track of everything, and can't tell by whom. Again and again you're driven to cum, before it finally ends. 

You're helped to collapse on the ground. You can see two towering forms above you, as your mouth is filled with a cock. The hand on the back of your head making you bob up on down on it. Then you get fed the other. At some point, you hear a grunt, and feel something warm on your cheek. A moment later another grunt, and the cock between your lips slip away, and you feel something wet splashing on your face and on your chin. 

When you finally start to come properly to your senses, there's only me and you left in the alleyway. I help you to your feet, and offer you a Kleenex. Then I offer you my arm for support. 

You will be walking funny for a while, after what just happened in the darkness.

Double



There were only four of us on this particular excursion. We were on our way to Bathurst and the motor-bike races. We ride bikes. Very nice ones, too, but that doesn't make us Hell's Angels or similar. People tend to see bike riders and think, "No good bikies," watching us suspiciously.

We wear helmets and you can't see our faces? Ah, there is this little matter of road laws that we have to follow, and they include one specifying helmets. What, we're dressed in black leather? If you hit the road, leather is a wonderful thing to be wearing. Are you suggesting we should wear white? Just how long do you think our leathers would stay white? It's discrimination, is what it is. My day job? I'm a lawyer. Funny, isn't it. A profession that gets even more wisecracks than bikies. I guess I'm just a glutton for punishment.

Seeing it was fairly late we pulled up at a diner, wanting a break and a meal before we found a motel to spend the night. We took a table and politely waited for the waitress. And waited. She wasn't coming.

When I went to inquire as to what the problem was the waitress bluntly told me that she had no intention of serving us.

"Why the hell not?" I demanded.

"Bikies are trouble makers," she flatly stated. "I suggest you go elsewhere. I'm not serving you."

I demanded to see someone from management and the cook came strolling out. I demanded to know why we couldn't get service. We were just sitting quietly, not making any trouble, and expected the same service any other member of the public would get.

"Um, yeah, mate, I get your point, but Tina don't like bikies. I guess you'd better move on," I was told.

"There again, you can over-rule her, tell her to pull her finger out, and start serving customers."

The cook was slowly shaking his head, so I continued.

"Alternatively, I and my friends can step outside and set up a legal picket line, explaining to all potential customers that this place is discriminatory and they might get better service elsewhere. How many customers, do you think, will cross a picket line of bikies? And the police won't help as long as we confine our activities to public property."

I smiled gently while the cook considered this. We could totally destroy his night's takings and, if the media got onto the story, possibly his reputation.

"OK," Cookie said, "but any nonsense and I'll call the cops and have you run off. Tina, serve the gentlemen. They're just standard customers."

Tina served us, but with a very bad grace. She was rude and abrupt. Still, she managed to get the orders correct, though this was offset to a certain extent by the way she almost threw the meals onto the table. 

Despite her hostility I enjoyed the meal. The cook was quite good and the meal was tasty, nourishing, and plentiful. This still didn't really lower my resentment at the way the waitress was acting. That came to a head when we asked for coffee. 

You can toss a plate with a meal down onto the table and unless you're really careless all that happens is that the food bounces about a bit. You try the same trick with a cup of coffee and see what happens. Tina slapped my coffee forcefully down in front of me and at least half the contents splashed out onto the saucer and the table. Not on me, as I scooted backwards, fast.

"Clever girl," I said. "Now I suggest you wipe up the damn mess, take away that cup and come back with another cup of coffee, placing it on the table properly."

"Fuck you," she snarled. "You know what you can do with your coffee and your suggestion."

As far as I was concerned she was just going that little bit too far. I didn't know what her problem was and I didn't greatly care. It was her problem, not ours, and she had no right to subject us to her bad attitude. I guess it was just a trifle unfortunate that when I jumped back out of the road of the splashing coffee I also stood up. Unfortunate for Tina, that is, because she was standing there in easy reach. 

I reached out and caught her arm and jerked on it, forcing her to suddenly bend over the table. I used one hand to lift up the back of her skirt and hold it against her back, pinning her in place with the same movement. I wasn't intending to molest her so I didn't try to pull down her panties, tempting though it was. There again, her panties were so abbreviated that most of her bottom was on display.

I smacked her bottom, hard. Not just a single slap but half a dozen firm spanks, then I was jerking her upright again while I sat down. The diner wasn't very busy and we were seated to one side, reasonably secluded. I don't think that anyone else in the diner even knew what happened.

"Now, dear girl, I suggest you get on and do your damn job, and do it politely. You can start by replacing my coffee."

She looked furious, but then again, she'd already been angry with us. She looked daggers at me, turned, and went for more coffee. I didn't think she'd complain to the cook. Altogether too embarrassing to admit what had happened, especially as she was largely at fault. She finished up serving the rest of the meal politely, although I could feel the metaphoric daggers in my back every time she looked my way.

We departed with no more problems, and were lucky enough to find a motel with vacancies a little further down the road. We clowned around for a while at the motel and I finally retired to my room. Apart from slinging my things into it I hadn't really paid much attention to it. Now I found something missing. For some reason there were no pillows on the bed. 

I did a quick check of the cupboards but nary a pillow to be found. A nuisance, but not a disaster. I just rang through to the reception and suggested that a pillow or two might be a good idea. They seemed to think this was quite reasonable and said they'd send a couple over. 

Shortly after that there was a knock on the door and Tina, of all people, walked in, carrying a pair of pillows. 

"Oh, you again," I grunted, "Just leave the pillows on the table. Good night."

She looked rather startled. Despite the attitude, she was a very good-looking young woman, and she wouldn't have many men address her so abruptly.

"Ah, excuse me. Is there a problem?" she asked. 

"Just your attitude," I pointed out. "Why you choose to work as a waitress when you treat your customers like that is beyond me."

"I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about," she said indignantly. "It wasn't my fault the pillows were missing and I have fetched you some."

"I meant your attitude at the diner," I pointed out. "Not exactly an example of positive customer relations." 

"Oh, the diner," she said. "That wasn't me. That was my sister. She works there, not me." 

"You're kidding me. You have a sister called Tina who works at the diner?"

She nodded.

"And you work here and your name is Tina."

"No. I work here, but my name's Brenda."

I looked at the nametag prominently displayed on her chest. With breasts like hers you might say the nametag had no choice but to stand out. The tag had Tina neatly printed on it.

"Ah, I grabbed the wrong tag when I put it on earlier," she said, looking flustered. "By the time I realised I didn't want to go home to change it."

"Really?" I said. "Well I guess you won't mind if I check to make sure. I'd hate to think someone was lying to me."

"No problems. Check away."

So. Permission granted I took steps to check her story. I reached over, snagged her arm, and bent her over the table.

"Hey, wait, what are you doing?" she said, sounding shocked.

"I'm just going to check your tail and see if it's nicely flushed from the spanking," I told her, though I didn't really expect it to be.

"What spanking? Wait. You mean you spanked Tina? What for?"

"She was being appallingly rude and needed a lesson in manners," I explained. "Or perhaps it was you who was being so rude." 

"Not me, but it does sound like Tina. She gets an attitude at times. Let me up."

"All in good time," I murmured, flicking her dress up out the way. A different pair of panties this time. These ones partially covered her bottom. Just not for very long.

"You rotten sod," she squealed. "How dare you. Leave me alone."

I casually rubbed a smooth white bottom, one with not a touch of redness.

"No redness," I admitted. "I guess she is your sister." I continued to rub her bottom. It was a very nice one. "I suppose I'll have to apologise and give you a nice tip for making such a silly mistake," I murmured. I didn't stop my casual rubbing, or maybe I should say my not so casual rubbing. Somehow I'd moved my hand from rubbing her bottom to rubbing other areas, which I found were soft and interesting.

"Damn right," she said, with a bit of a catch in her voice. "Let me up."

"I have an even better idea. I think I should give you somewhat more than just a tip."

The way I was slowly rubbing her pussy made my meaning quite clear. The feel of her was exciting me, and from what I could feel it was also arousing her, albeit reluctantly.

"Please don't" she gasped. "You're just using me as a substitute for my sister. It was her you were mad at."

I considered this briefly. Was I using her as a substitute? I pondered over what I'd thought about the rude waitress.

"No. You are definitely not a substitute. All I felt for your sister was a vague distaste and a lot of irritation. I wasn't angry with her. I wouldn't consider her worth getting angry. I just disciplined her and moved on. You, on the other hand, feel very sweet, and you excite me very much."

To demonstrate this excitement I unzipped, rubbing my erection against her to let her feel my excitement.

"Let me go or I'll scream," she threatened.

Again I did some considering. I couldn't hear any traffic noises, even though we were near the main road. Likewise, I couldn't hear any sounds from adjoining rooms.

"It seems to me that this place is well built and sound-proofed," I observed. "It's unlikely anyone would hear your scream. The most likely candidates to hear you are the rooms adjoining, and that's where my mates are. I somehow think you won't want them joining us."

She tried to wriggle out of my grasp but she really wasn't in a very good position. I held her quite easily. Spreading my fingers also spread her lips and I slipped past them, moving into her. She was hot of body as well as hot of temper, the heat from her damp passage enfolding me in a loving grasp. Well, I was loving it. She was busy resenting it.

I pushed steadily home, giving her ample time to get used to me taking her. I saw no need to rush things. Slow and steady would build up her excitement and passion, whether she wanted it to or not. She continued to protest as I drove home but, I was happy to note, she didn't try to scream.

Once I was nicely settled in her I paused the cock action, pulling her dress higher instead.

"What are you trying to do?" she demanded. "Just do what you want and let me go."

"I'm trying to take your dress off," I explained. "Does it just lift up and over your head?"

"Why does my dress have to come off?"

"Because I want access to your breasts. They looked quite lovely from what I could see, but I need to remove your dress and bra to get at them."

I kept pushing the dress higher, pleased to find that it was of the simple slip-on variety, lifting up and over her head with no worries. I then unclipped her bra, brushing the straps off her shoulders so that it fell free. With that accomplished I captured her breasts.

It was interesting to find that her nipples were already erect, two firm little pebbles that I rolled around the palms of my hands. She squirmed and protested while I was doing so, but it felt more as though she was pressing her breasts against my hands than trying to avoid my touch.

As it was, with all elements of the situation the way I liked them, I settled down to giving her the best tip I could manage. I pulled slowly back and then drove in forcefully, feeling myself rasping along her passage, stirring up excitement in both of us. For the first few strokes she just stood there, letting it happen, saying things along the lines of, "Ah, no, don't. You rotten swine, how can you do this to me? Ah, stop." 

After a few strokes I could feel her starting to move with me, pushing back to meet me, still muttering about how hard done by and put-upon she felt. We quickly fell into a mutually satisfying rhythm. She'd probably deny it but it seems to me that when her complaining stopped and the "Ah, no," was replaced with, "Ah, oh, oh, ah, oh my god," she was getting some sort of pleasure out of it.

I massaged her breasts and took her with great enthusiasm, finding she was responding with more and more energy as we progressed. She was becoming slightly incoherent towards the end, and I wasn't sure what she was saying. 

Mind you, when she wailed, "Enough. Finish it," I understood that.

I slowed down our tempo a little.

"I'm sorry," I said softly. "I didn't quite catch that. Were you asking me to stop?"

"What, stop? No! I mean, yes. That is, I don't know. Will you just finish, for crying out loud?"

"But what do you mean by finish?" I asked, picking up the pace again, feeling her responding.

"Fuck you," she said, with unmistakable sincerity. 

Ah, well. I was pushing my limits and it certainly seemed that she was just about at hers. I clamped down slightly harder on her breasts and did my level best to drive her insane.

I climaxed happily, even happier to find her climaxing right alongside of me, shuddering and shivering as she came.

Brenda gave me a few hard looks afterwards, grumbling about high-handed men, but her heart wasn't really in it. I just smiled amiably.

"Look at it this way," I suggested. "You'll be able to one-up your sister. When she starts complaining about the brute who spanked her you'll be able to tell her that the same brute gave you a large tip. You may even be able to make out it was all her fault and have her owe you one."

She gave me another hard look at that suggestion but I could also see she was considering it. Women. Always willing to take advantage.

Brenda departed and I slept the sleep of the just and righteous. It had been a fun day and tomorrow I'd be at the races.

The next day I was up bright and early. There was a tap on my door before I'd even finished having breakfast. Joe was at the door.

"You'd better come and have a look at this," he said, sounding a trifle upset.

Upset on my behalf, it turned out. I stepped out and the first thing I noticed were Brenda and Tina leaning against a big four wheel drive parked nearby, watching. Identical twins, which was something I had sort of gathered. They seemed amused and expectant. I moved over to see what the boys were looking at.

I found myself observing the skeleton of my bike. Every piece that could be unscrewed or unbolted had been unscrewed and unbolted. To assist in the dismantling, wires had been cut, where applicable. What remained was bent and twisted, the sort of thing that might happen if, say, someone drove a big four wheel drive over the frame.

"That's terrible," said a soft voice. The girls were standing there, looking at the bike and shaking their heads mournfully. I wasn't sure which one had spoken but it didn't really matter. I couldn't tell them apart.

"It just goes to show," said the other girl, "you can't trust anyone. Even in small towns like ours there are people who are willing to do things like this. Shocking, I call it."

The girls looked at me, oozing sympathy. I looked at them, my bike and the four wheel drive parked there. Then I laughed.

The boys looked at me as though I was nuts. I shrugged.

"Hey, these things happen. I guess you'd better go on without me. I'll probably be here a while sorting out the mess. I'll try to catch up. First I've got to call my insurance company and I suppose I'll have to report this to the police."

The boys offered to stick around and give me a lift when I was ready but I pointed out that it could take hours. 

"Don't worry," I told them. "I'll find some way to fill in the time while I wait around."

I glanced at the girls and smiled. They just looked back, totally innocent, smiling blandly.



Double Act



First of all, let me get this straight. My sister and I are not identical twins. We both have long, dark hair but hers is straight whereas mine has a little kink in it. Her left front tooth is a little out of line, and mine are perfectly straight. She has the body a cheerleader would die for while my hips and bust are at least an inch wider that no amount of aerobics or diet seems to shift. And we can't stand each other's taste in music. But for all that, or maybe because of it, we grew up trying to be as identical as possible. Maybe we felt cheated that, having shared the same womb and coming out into the world at the same time, we should look and be the same too. Of course when we were younger, our mom would dress us in the same clothes anyway and that would reinforce our sameness. We grew up aware of our differences, but willing and wanting to share as much with each other as we could. When we were younger, we would often share and swap toys on a regular basis. When we hit our teens we would share clothes one or the other would buy. As we grew older, we shared more intimate things. We even had an unspoken arrangement to share the vibrator Bethany bought on her seventeenth birthday. But we had never shared a man. Until Tim.

Tim had been an acquaintence of mine at the college Beth and I went to. He seemed kind of cute, but not really my type. At the time, I was discovering an appreciation for the fairer sex anyway (although this was one of the rare things I had kept from Bethany). Anyway, things moved on and I introduced Tim to my twin sister. The two hit it off right away and quickly became an item. Tim was tall, blonde and well built; a typical American college boy. He liked his weights, was fairly well read, and had a lovely smile. Like Bethany, he was majoring in journalism at college. 

One time, I caught Tim and Bethany having sex in the room Beth and I still shared. It caused a moment of embarrassment between us. It's not as if I hadn't seen my sister's bare ass before, just that I hadn't seen it quite so agitated before, bouncing up and down on top of Tim. The next day Tim teased Bethany mercilessly, telling her that the only shame about me interrupting was that I didn't join in. Bethany would blush every time Tim mentioned it, but we both found it kind of funny too. It also marked a new departure for Bethany and I in our openness with each other. After catching her butt naked having sex, I felt the need to address the balance. I told Bethany that I had experimented with sex with other girls.

"How many Cassie?" she asked me, more incredulous than shocked. I remember telling her that I had kissed a couple of girls at college, nothing much, was a little drunk at the time, but it had led to a couple of nights with a girl called Michelle who wasn't really my type, but who was available, and was able to give me the experience I was looking for. It was enough to know I wanted more. Up until then, the sex I'd had with men was okay, but hadn't given me the orgasms I'd read about in magazines, or watched in films.

Before we had even finished college, Tim had been offered a position with Reuters, the international news agency. They were looking for young, keen reporters who matched a particular requirement for overseas working. Tim had taken up the offer, and was getting ready to leave in a weeks' time when he and Bethany decided to take off for a couple of days. We live on the edge of town, not far from some popular woods where an enterprising leisure company had built a number of log cabins around a small lake. Tim rang me as soon as the plans had been made.

"Hey Cassie, do you want to come too?" he teased. I told him to look after my sister and bring her home without too many bruises. But later on, when we had some time alone in the house together, I spoke about it with Bethany and we came up with a crazy plan to give Time exactly what we wanted.

"I watched this video he other week" Bethany told me, as we lazed about on a couple of sofas. I arched my eyebrows. "Yeah" Bethany said, rolling her eyes, "It was one of those videos."

"Wow, Beth. I didn't know you were into those"

"There's a lot about me you don't know sis, including what really turns me on. Anyway, in this video, there were two really hot girls giving this guy a blow job. He then took them one after the other, but get this; the thing that made it so hot was that these were real sisters."

"What, the actresses?"

"Uh-huh. Better still, they were identical twins. The poor guy didn't know what hit him; having two incredibly gorgeous twin sisters blowing him off."

Bethany left the sentence hanging. My brain caught up a second or two later. "Bethany, what are you saying?"

"Wouldn't it be cool, Cass? I mean, wouldn't it be the hottest send-off for any guy going overseas on his first job?"

I looked at my sister?

"Are you for real?" I said, trying hard to work out if my little sister was pulling my leg. Bethany sighed, then jumped up and grabbed my hand.

"Come on!" she said, pulling me to my feet. She led me into her room, closed the door and fired up her computer. Within seconds, she hit the 'play' button on her DVD software and the titles of an adult movie scrolled up. In the background was a screenshot of the (presumably) twin sisters starring in the film. They were butt naked, pressed against each other, each looking sideways o smile at the camera.

"Wait a second, wait a second" Bethany said, trying to find the bookmark she left. I was struck by a sudden thought. "Hey Beth" I said.

"Hmm?"

"Do these sisters do anything with, you know, with each other?"

"Kind of" said Bethany, distracted as she wrestled with the controls. There was a moment of silence as Bethany looked to find the exact scene she wanted. In that short space of time, new thoughts were beginning to form in my head.

"Okay, here it is" she said, pressing the 'play' button once more and sitting back on the end of her bed. I sat back beside her; close, as always, our legs touching. Bethany felt for my hand and held it.

"Okay, this is so cool, watch." she instructed. I did. 

The two twins were, indeed, pretty hot. They were your standard gorgeous adult movie stars, with blonde hair, great figures and "come-fuck-me" smiles. But they were identical. They were lounging at home (not to different from me and Bethany), dressed in towelling robes when the door rang and the standard mailman walked in. He made some comment about delivering a 'special package' and the girls pretty much got straight to it. The first girl slipped off her robe and was clothed just in a pair of pink and white panties. She dropped to her knees and started fumbling with the guy's zipper. Seeing this, the second twin made out something that the 'special package' was for her, not her twin, and went over too. As she did, she let her robe fall to the floor to reveal matching panties to her twin. By the this time, the first twin had the guy's growing cock in her mouth. She sucked it for a few minutes while her sister played with his balls, then they swapped. Actually, the first twin fed the guy's cock to her sister's mouth. It felt, in a fast kind of way, very erotic. The two took turns, sucking the guy's cock then feeding it to the other twin. Eventually, the girls got up and knelt up side by side against the sofa. Mailman came over and serviced each twin in turn, pumping hard at one pussy, then the other. There wasn't any interaction between the twin sisters, but I couldn't get out of my head that the guy's cock had gone from one twin's mouth straight to the other, and now was going from deep inside one twin's pussy straight into her sister's. I had a strange, butterfly sensation in my stomach as I watched this. 

Quite suddenly, Bethany froze the video mid-shot.

"See!" she said, excitedly. "Wasn't that hot?"

"Yeah" I mumbled.

Bethany bounced up a little on her bed. "What do you think, Cassie" she said. "What do you think? Would you do it? Are you up for it?"

I felt time slowing down a little even though my answer was already made up. This would be something naughty and exciting and fun and a little bit dangerous. But I wasn't sure if my motives were the same as Bethany's. As I watched the video, I felt myself getting more and more turned on by the thought - the idea of the two twins interacting sexually with each other. It was that thought, more than anything else, that made me pause. Eventually though, I nodded my head for Bethany to see.

Bethany started bouncing up and down, and her enthusiasm was infectious. Pretty soon, I was dancing round the room with her, the two of us acting 12 years old again. A few minutes later, with a sobering drink, and we started making our plans. I was to ring Tim and tell him in no uncertain way that I would not be joining him and my sister at the cabin where he and Bethany were going to. The place wasn't too far away, and I knew I could get there by bicycle, and hide it. Bethany would make sure Tim went out for a long walk on the first night; saying she had a headache or something. That would give me time to steal in, take a shower and get changed. Beth and I decided to wear matching clothes, right down to our underwear. It wasn't a problem, given our respective wardrobes. We both grew up wearing identical clothes and our tastes matched perfectly, meaning a lot of the stuff we bought independently was the same too. We decided on the simple, classic look; black high heels, black panties and bra, clean white blouse and short black skirt. Easy to look good in, easy to take off. We also worked out our game plan. Almost.

The next two days after that seemed to drag. Bethany and I were both excited by the prospect of what we were planning, and had to keep it in check from the ever-curious Tim. And it was then that I did two things I felt guilty about. The first was stealing Bethany's adult DVD and watching it. The second was getting turned on by the twins' interaction in the film. I found myself getting very wet and horny seeing the twins being so sexual around each other, even if they weren't having sex with each other. At one point, just after brushing my teeth before going to bed, I started thinking about it a lot, and used my electric toothbrush for a very unhygienic purpose.

Friday eventually came. Before Tim arrived to pick my sister up, we went through our plans once more, checking I had the identical clothes in my backpack, and what we intended to do. We hugged while Bethany waited by the door. I pulled Bethany close to me, as we whispered a few goodbyes. I felt her breath, and her whispers at my ear, smelled the scent of her hair against my face, and felt the crush of my chest against hers. All things given, I was a little ashamed, but not entirely surprised, that I felt incredibly horny at that moment. 

Bethany left, and left me two hours to kill. I took a cold shower to get my head screwed on right again, then, on impulse, went into my sister's room, lay on her bed and started to masturbate. Following that impulse, I picked up a pair of Beth's panties, and rubbed them against my clit, bringing myself eventually to a shuddering orgasm.

I cycled over to the cabin as the sun set into the west. It was a gorgeous ride and didn't take me long to get there. I felt like some kind of ninja commando; placing each step carefully as I hid the bike nearby and made my way as silently as possible to the cabin. I'd almost got clear of the tree cover when the door to the cabin opened and Tim walked out. He looked right in my direction as he stood there, and I thought my game was up. What would I do if he caught me? Should I admit our plans and ruin the surprise, or should I make up a story about what I was doing here on his last weekend away with his girlfriend? If so, should I be angry, or would that ruin Beth's time with him? It was the one thing Beth and I hadn't thought about, or planned for. Just as I was dreading what to do, Tim turned away, doing up the zip on his coat, and headed for the lake. I waited until he was out of sight then waited a moment or two more. The door opened again and I saw Bethany crane her neck out. I broke cover and ran for the house, ducking into the doorway as Bethany watched my back. She closed the door and we hugged again; silly schoolgirls once more. 

"I told him to cool off and go for a walk" she said to me.

"Cool off?"

"Yeah, he was getting real intimate a little while ago, and I told him I didn't want our weekend ruined like that. I said I wanted it to be a romantic evening before things went further. I told him to take half an hour out, so that I could get the dinner ready."

I winked at her. "Clever."

Beth looked me up and down. "You get here okay? Bring the stuff with you?"

I nodded. "Uh huh; in my pack."

"Good. Grab a shower and get changed before he gets back, then we'll go through the plan."

I did so, but was unable to stop my heart beating so loudly the whole time. I took care getting dressed and went out to meet Bethany. We opened the door to each other and looked. It was like being in front of a mirror! We sat down quickly, putting make-up on each other like we'd learned to do years ago, then I got into position in a nearby closet when Tim was due to come back. It was a little cramped, but I didn't mind, and it wasn't a moment too soon. Tim came back, took one look at my sister, and got a real hungry look in his eye. Beth told him that dinner hadn't gone so well, so she'd give him something to feast his eyes on instead. And he was gorging on it. He sat on the sofa and Bethany poured out a couple of glasses of wine for them. They took a sip and I watched as they kissed, tracking Tim's hand as it slid over my sister's ass. His fingers made contact with the small satin sash Beth had tucked into her waistband. 

"What's this?" he said, tugging at the sash.

Abruptly, Beth stood up and took Tim's drink from his hand. "It's for you" she said, pulling free the sash and showing it to him.

"For me?" he said. Beth smiled down at him. "Uh huh. I want you to put it on. Like I said, I want this night to be special."

Tim's look of confusion turned to one of anticipation. "All right!" he said, sitting forward on the couch. Libby knelt in front of him and wound the sash around his eyes so that he couldn't see. Then she tied it tightly at the back of his head.

"Okay" she said. "You stay right there. I'll be back in a moment."

Bethany stood up and went over to the hi-fi, putting on some soft background music. Then, using that as cover, she sneaked over to where I was hidden and let me out. We grinned at each other, and suppressed the urge to giggle. 

"Where are you, Beth?" Tim said, more playful than complaining.

"I'm right here, baby" Beth replied. She gave me a little pat on my ass and I padded over to where Tim sat. I knelt in front of him and used one hand to push him back into the couch and saw him grin.

"Keep your hands to yourself" said Bethany, right beside me. "Otherwise you don't' get your surprise."

"There's more surprises?" he said, attempting to sit up. I pushed him back again with the flat of my palm. "Uh uh, tiger" said Beth. We shared a silent giggle.

Tim sat back, grinning, and I realised this was it; was I prepared to go this far with my sister's boyfriend, in front of her. Of course I was. I was getting worked up again and there was no way I'd back out now.

I ran my hands down Tim's torso, letting my fingers dig a little into his muscle.

"Mmm. That's good" he murmured. I carried on, until my hands were over his belt buckle. I let them trickle down further, feeling the bulge of his cock. I looked up at Bethany. She gave me a wink and nodded for me to carry on. I let my hands grab at Tim's open thighs, then went back up and undid his buckle. He went to move his hands to help me, but then thought better of it. I got hold of his belt and started to tug his jeans off. He wriggled a little but I eventually got them down to his ankles. His cock was growing large in his boxers. I ran my hands of it, feeling his shudder a little as I did so. Beth prodded my shoulder. I looked up and she nodded once more toward her boyfriend. Sighing inwardly, I reached inside Tim's boxers and took hold of his manhood.

"Oh baby, that feels so good" he said.

I massaged him for a moment or two, then took my hand out and pulled his boxers down too. When his cock was completely exposed, I could see how big he was. I ran my hands up and down his length. I felt, rather than heard, Beth getting up behind me. She moved very quietly to stand on the far side of the sofa; far enough away from Tim that she couldn't have possibly been doing to him what he was feeling. He murmured quietly, gyrating his hips as I used my hands on him. And then Beth spoke.

"Does that feel real good, baby?" She said.

Tim stiffened, and not in the way I had so recently helped him with.

"Beth? What the fuck is going on? Who-?"

Tim scrabbled into an upright position, suddenly embarrassed. First he fumbled with his shorts, then with the silk band around his head. He struggled with the knot, but eventually got it free and ripped the blindfold off. He looked down at me, and his face drained of color. 

"Cassie?!? Cassie, Jesus, Cassie what are you doing? What are- How can you-?"

For that split second, Tim's face was a picture. He literally did not know what to do or say. I got up and stood beside my grinning twin sister.

"Surprise!" said Bethany, slipping an arm around my waist. We grinned at each other and stared down at Tim. He looked somewhere between dazed, confused and possibly hungover. And his passion had definitely gone. Beth decided to take pity on him.

"Baby" she said, kneeling down in front of him. "You wanted this weekend to be special, and so do I. And so does Cassie. That's why we're here. It's every guy's fantasy, right? You told me that. Making love to twin sisters. Well here we are."

"Yeah, Bee Bee. I know, but I mean, Jesus!" He was still staring at the floor somewhere.

Beth got up and stood beside me once more. "Hey" she said. Tim looked up. "Don't we look good to you?" Beth said. She pulled her hair up and pouted. "Don't we both look good, Tim" I continued, copying my sister. We now had his full attention, and put into play phase two of our plan. The striptease.

"You just sit there a minute, honey" said Bethany. "Me and Cassie want to get a bit more comfortable, okay?"

We started to move our hips to the low music, and dance around each other. We made out like we were erotic dancers, and gave each other smouldering looks. After a minute or two, I reached out and took hold of Bethany's blouse, undoing the top button. I carried on down her blouse until it was open. Beth slipped it off her shoulders as I moved round behind her. With my hands shaking a little, I undid the clasp at the back of her bra and slipped that off her shoulders too. Beth raised her hands up to her hair once more, and I slid my hands around her chest until I was holding each of her breasts.

"Does that feel better, sis?" I said.

"Mmm. Much better" Bethany said, huskily. I moved my hands down her tummy and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her skirt. I moved my hands round to her left side and unclipped the catch on her skirt, letting it fall to her ankles. Bethany stepped out of her skirt and turned to me.

"Oh Cassie!" she said, in mock-surprise, "You must be so hot. Let me help you out of those things." 

"Thanks, sis" I said, moving to stand directly in front of Tim. His hard-on was the biggest I'd ever seen on a man.

We reversed the roles, and I stood still as Bethany undid the buttons on my blouse. It fell to the floor and I felt my heart beat a little faster as Beth unclipped my bra and it too fell. I raised my hands up and closed my eyes, feasting on the sensation as Beth smoothed her hands around my sides and covered my breasts.




Double Act



"Doesn't that feel good?" she whispered at my ear.

"God yes" I said, not sure if it was loud enough for Tim's benefit. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at my tits. Given that they were a little bigger than my sister's, Beth was making the most of them for his benefit. She ran her hands over and over them, letting her fingers flick the bullet-hard nipples. Then she rand her hands down to my waist and undid my skirt. I stepped out of the clothes and turned to face my sister. We grinned at each other, then shared a very close and intimate hug, wrapping our arms around each other as threw wicked smiles at my sister's boyfriend.

"Sis" I said, using that mock-tone again, "Did you put the dinner on?"

"No Cassie" Beth said, all sad. "And I'm real hungry right now."

"Me too. Know anything we can eat for a bit?" I said.

That was our cue for stage three. Tim, catching up slowly to our game held out a hand in half-protest.

"Whoah, wait a minute there. Are you saying-"

We ignored him as we both settled onto the floor in front of him. I took hold of Tim's cock and watched my sister lower her mouth onto it. She licked his cock wet, then took it into her mouth and started sucking on it. I looked up at Tim.

"Tim, you are one lucky bastard" I said, lowering my head next to Bethany's. Beth pulled away and fed Tim's cock into my mouth. I closed my eyes and felt his thick, hot member slide past my teeth into my mouth. Tim was mumbling incoherently as I started to give him a blow-job. Beth sat up beside him on the sofa, and joined him watching me suck him off.

"Doesn't that look good baby?" she said, "Watching my twin sister suck your cock? Isn't that what you always wanted?"

They shared a deep kiss, then Beth moved back down beside me and we went to work on him together; licking his balls, playing with him with every trick either of us knew. At one point, we were both licking the top of his cock when I was aware of Beth's tongue sliding over my own. I responded hungrily, so horny I couldn't describe it.

We almost brought him to an orgasm, but managed to hold back. We stood up, arms around each other's waists.

"Man" said Tim, struggling to sit up, "The only thing better than this would be seeing the two of you go at it together. I mean hands, tongues, strap-ons; the lot!

Beth laughed at him. "That really is in your dreams, loverboy" she said. Tim threw her a wicked grin. "I could die a happy man though!" he replied. Beth got back on the sofa and she and Tim started kissing. I took that as my cue to leave them to it. I didn't really want to do more than I had with a guy anyway. I got changed, and left. I don't think they noticed.

Tim left the following week on an assignment to Guyana. Two weeks later, Bethany heard the news that he had been killed; shot whilst being mugged in the capital, Georgetown. Beth was inconsolable. I'd never seen her so upset before, and didn't realise how much Tim meant to her. The next few weeks were pretty difficult. Beth didn't want to talk to Tim's family, and wasn't interested much in talking to anybody. She didn't eat properly, and it broke my heart not to see her smile. I tried everything I could to cheer her up; arranging pyjama parties for just me, her and Ben and Jerry; to drunken nights out where we could let it all go. But nothing seemed to work. On the rare occasions where Bethany did talk about Tim, she'd talk about the things Tim wanted to do, or what they wanted to do together, but now never would. One night, she told me, in between tears, that she didn't know how she was going to honor his memory; as if that was important to her. But nothing I could think of seemed to make a difference. And my sister's pain was my pain too.

Then one day it came to me. At first I dismissed the idea completely, but it gnawed at me until I decided to st down and give it some proper attention. Then having done that, I made my decision, went into my bedroom and got the clothes.

The house was empty but for me and Beth late one afternoon. I walked into her room without knocking and walked straight up to her bed where Beth was lying staring at the ceiling. I threw the clothes onto the bed and said;

"Put them on."

At first Beth ignored me, but I stood there, silently beside her bed, waiting. Eventually she sat up and looked over at the clothes I'd left. She picked up the white blouse and a look of confusion crossed her face.

"Put them on" I repeated, hand on hip. Finally, Beth looked up at me. "Why?" she said, recognising them as the clothes I'd worn the night Beth and I seduced Tim.

"Because" I said, settling onto the bed beside her, "We're going to do the one thing we know Tim wanted us to do. So he can be happy". Beth's frown meant that she hadn't caught up with me yet. "What do you-" she started. I reached over and took her hand in mine. 

"Tim said it was the one thing he wanted to see. Said he could die a happy man. We can do this to honor his memory Bethany. To make him happy."

"Do what, Cassie?"

"What he really wanted us to do; make love to each other."

There. The bombshell was out. I sat for a moment holding Beth's hand, waiting for her to respond. Confusion and fear mingled with her melancholy. I could see her wrestling with herself. "Cassie, we can't. We can't do that, we just-"

"Listen!" I said. "When we were at the cabin, dancing together and stripping each other, Tim had the biggest hard-on ever, right?" 

Beth nodded slowly.

"He was so happy, sis. Remember? He couldn't believe his eyes! Twin sisters, making love to him. And he said that the only thing better than that would be us making love to each other. He said that, Beth. It was like his ultimate, ultimate fantasy. And we could do that to honor his memory, right?"

Beth nodded slowly, but still looked confused. "But he didn't really mean that, Cassie" she said. "He was just really horny at the time, and-"

"All I know" I said, interrupting her, "Is that Tim had the biggest thrill of his life when he saw us together. And I remember him saying it was his ultimate fantasy. I remember him saying he could die a happy man if we made love to each other. Now if you really want to honor his memory, then I can't think of a better way than to fulfil that wish. Can you?"

Beth looked up at me and stared into my eyes. She started crying, then threw her arms around my neck. "Oh Cassie!" she said, sobbing into my neck. "Yes. Yes, you're right." She pulled away , but only enough to try and kiss me.

"Not here" I said, smoothing a hand down her cheek. "Back in the cabin; wearing the clothes we wore that night. We want to make it special, right?"

Beth nodded at me, tears welling up once more. "But tonight" she said, as though for confirmation. I reached over and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "Tonight" I said. Then I stood up and took a deep breath.

"Beth, you get your clothes together. I'm going to get a few things, then we'll leave in about an hour okay? I'll leave a note for mom." Beth nodded. I left the room and felt my heart begin to thud hard inside my chest. I'd convinced my sister, but had I convinced myself? I went out quickly, getting the things I wanted before doubt crept back in - for either of us.

Almost exactly to the hour, I knocked on Bethany's door and she opened it, smiling. She'd taken a shower, and lost the obvious red rims around her eyes.

"All set?" I said. Beth nodded, and motioned toward a bag on her bed. "I put your clothes in there too" she said. I smiled, trying to relax her. "Thanks" I said. "Come on, let's get going. I'll drive."

Beth grabbed her bag and we went out of the house. The drive was short and uneventful, and neither of us spoke very much. At one point, Beth reached over and squeezed my thigh. "Thank you she said, smiling over at me. "that's okay" I mumbled, but by the time I looked over, she was smiling off into the night again, and had taken her hand away. It was dark by the time we reached the cabin, and cold inside the building. I put on the heating, then turned to my sister. 

"Bee bee, can you get the fire started while I grab a shower?"

"Sure" she said. "You want a drink?"

"Uh huh" I smiled; "vodka and soda, honey". Beth answered me with an open smile and it was good to see her do it. On impulse, I grabbed her hand. "Are you okay?" I said. Beth looked at me and nodded, a look of confusion on her face.

"I mean" I said slowly, "are you okay about you and me?" Beth lifted my hand up to her face and kissed my fingers. "Yes" she said, making the answer quite deliberate. I smiled back at her then turned to grab my shower and get myself ready. 

When I got out of the bathroom, I saw that Beth had left me a generous measure of vodka and soda on the dresser, and had laid my clothes out on the only bed in the house. Same white blouse, same short black skirt, same high heels. Even the same underwear. I slipped them on, feeling very nervous. Then I sat by the bedside table and put on the same make-up. Did I really want to do this? And if I did, who was I doing it for? I knew one difficult question would lead to another. The first was easy enough. If for no other reason, I wouldn't back out now. But that wasn't saying it was an excuse. Yes, I told myself, I was going through with this; I was going to make love to my twin sister. But that made me ask why. Who was I really doing it for? Was I doing it for the sake of my sister's memory of her dead boyfriend? Was I doing it as some kind of closure, or as shock therapy to let my sister get on with her life? Or was I doing it for me. A rush of memories stole up on me; of watching the twin sisters on Beth's DVD interact in an overtly sexual way with other actors; of hugging my sister before our planned seduction of Tim; of closing my eyes as Beth unclasped my brad and fondled my breasts; finally of looking at my sister through half-closed eyes as her tongue rolled over mine with Tim's cock between us. I closed my eyes and tried to stop my heart from thudding so hard. My nipples had hardened while I sat there, and the butterflies in my tummy were testament to more than just simple nerves. The girl in the mirror in front of me looked horribly confused. I wasn't ready yet to answer the question, but I knew that whatever happened, tonight would define more than just my own anguish. How would Beth and I feel about it in the cold light of day? I finished the drink she left for me and closed my eyes again, purging the doubt from my head. We were both young, gorgeous and delighted in our sexuality. What would we do that could really be so wrong? We had a sisterly bond that not even lovers could match, and was stronger than my nerves, or Beth's grief. 

I quickly tousled my hair than stepped out into the main room. Beth was sitting on the sofa, and looked totally gorgeous; a complete transformation from the depressed girl she'd become since Tim died. She looked so calm and relaxed; a completely different picture from the way I felt.

"Hey" she said, smiling softly. "Good shower?"

"Mmm-hmm" I replied, smiling back at her.

"You look great" said Beth, setting down on the coffee table the drink she'd been nursing.

"So do you, sis" I said.

"No, I mean, you look great" Beth repeated, with an emphasis on the last word. I twirled, grinning. "What, in this old thing?"

When I turned back round, Beth was getting up from the sofa. She stood in front on me and circled an arm around my waist. I rested my arms lightly around her neck.

"I so want this" she said, staring at me. I was about to reply, then saw that she had more to say.

"You were right. This is exactly what Tim would have wanted. If he could see us now-" she turned to look up at the ceiling "-then I know he'd be happy."

She looked back at me, all sultry and sexual. "Two of the most gorgeous twins on earth; playing out his fantasy, right?"

Beth leaned forward , pulling my waist toward her, and planted a kiss on my lips. Her lips tasted strongly of alcohol. My heart was thudding so hard I could barely breath. I broke off, noticing Beth's quick look of confusion.

"Where's the music?" I said, looking round.

"Music?" Beth said.

"Yeah, the music. Remember; we had the music on, and we danced together then stripped for Tim?"

Beth's brown uncreased as the memory forced its way back in. "Oh yeah" she said, lighting a little. She let go of my waist and made her way unsteadily toward the hi-fi. She put on the same CD she played for Tim; made sure it was the right track, then looked up at me.

"Wanna dance?" she said. I held out one hand. "Show me your hot stuff" I replied. Beth giggled, then came over, took my hand and started dancing. At first it was a little awkward, but the drink was starting to relax me, and the music was having its usual effect on us both. We were both slaves to good music, and could not help getting lost in it when the beat took us over. Pretty soon, we were gyrating and dancing on the sitting room floor. The music started to relax me, but I was worried that my sister was having second thoughts about what we intended to do together, and I resolved myself to take it as slowly, and as far as she was comfortable. The last thing I wanted to do was traumatise my sister even more.

I had my eyes closed, dancing in a closed circle and holding my hair up when I felt Beth's hands encircle my waist from behind. She pressed against me and I pressed back. Beth ran her hands up over my breasts until she found the top button of my blouse. She undid that, then quickly went down my front, exposing my body. I had no sooner slipped out of my blouse when I felt Beth unclasp me from behind. I shrugged my bra of and watched as Beth's hands ran up and down my torso. She held them over my breasts and squeezed, feeling m hard nipples beneath her fingers. A gentle pinch from her fingers signalled me to turn. Beth had reversed our positions, and was standing with her arms up. Somewhat more gingerly that my sister, I felt around her body and unbuttoned her blouse. I then popped the catch on her bra and slipped it off her shoulders. Beth twirled to face me, resting her arms on my shoulders. I put my arms around her waist as she closed the gap between us. I felt her breasts and tummy squash against mine; her breath close to my mouth.

"There" she said. "Isn't that better?" her fingertips were tickling the back of my neck; a place she knew was one of my hot erogenous zones. I slipped my fingertips underneath her skirt so that I could feel the soft skin at the base of her spine. Beth arched a little as I hit one of her special zones.

"Unclip me" she said, closing her eyes. I moved my hands round to her left side and found the catch fro her skirt. I worked at it, and felt the fabric loosen. Within a moment, Beth's skirt crumpled to the floor. I ran my hands back round her waist and let them slip down. I felt the smooth softness of her lower back, and let my fingertips explore further down. My hands curved around Beth's ass without resistance.

"Hey" I said, mock-angry. "No fair. You went commando!"

Beth grinned at me. "Sorry" she drawled, but I knew you'd take too long fumbling with my skirt. I didn't want to spend all night with you getting my knickers in a twist."

"Kiss my ass!" I said indignantly Beth winked, then said, "Let's make it evens."

Using her hands on my shoulders, she turned me round, facing away from her. I felt her run her hands up and down my back, and loved the guilty sensation. I noticed Bath kneel down on the floor behind me, and went to turn, but Beth kept me where I stood. "Uh-Uh" she said. "I gotta make evens, right?" Beth took her time unclasping my skirt, easing it down my hips until it fell to the floor. I felt her run her hands over my ass cheeks for a moment, until she hooked her thumbs inside my panties and started tugging them down. There was a pause for a moment, and then two things happened at once. Beth said "Kiss my ass, huh?" and, at the same time, she used her hands to spread open my ass cheeks. Before I could turn, I felt the warm wet sensation of Beth's tongue press up against by asshole.

"Beth! Jesus! What are you-"

"Shh!" she said impatiently, giving my ass a hard slap with her hand. "You said Kiss my ass, so here I am. Gotta make evens, right?"

At a slight push from her hand to the small of my back, I bent over a little. At some more gentle insistence from her hands, I spread my legs apart. Then I felt Beth's head move up against me again once again and closed my eyes as she began to roll her tongue over my asshole. The sensation was shocking; both the feeling of Beth's tongue on such a sensitive part of my body, and the fact that it was my sister licking my ass.

"Ooh yeah" I heard Beth murmur, "Tim would love to see this. He'd love watching us get dirty!"

Beth carried on licking me; biting the soft skin around my anus and digging her fingernails into by ass cheeks, turning me on in the most incredible way. She pushed me again and I half fell forward, bracing myself against the edge of the sofa; bent over with my ass still exposed.

"That's better, you dirty bitch!" Beth muttered. Beth had called me a bitch before, but only in an argument, not is such a sexual way. I felt things were getting a little out of hand, but was somehow powerless to do anything. I was the older twin. I was the one whose idea this was, and now my nerves and submission were curling me into ball.

I felt Beth move back a little, stroking my wet ass with her finger. "Does that feel good, baby?" she asked, voice as sultry as I'd ever heard it.

"y- yes" I stuttered.

I felt Beth's finger roll lazily around the rim of my ass then, quite suddenly, she pushed her finger inside my asshole, making me yelp.

"Take it easy sis" she said. "It's not like you haven't been fingered by a girl before, right?"

I grunted an answer but couldn't tell her that I'd never got this far with anyone else. Beth started sliding her finger in an out of my asshole, muttering how good it looked and how hard Tim's cock would be right now.

The muscles in my legs were starting to burn, but I dared not move. Beth took her finger out, then moved forward and began licking my ass once more; pushing her tongue into the now relaxed muscle. I felt my head getting dizzy and wondered briefly if I was going to pass out. Beth sat back and pushed her thumb all the way into my ass, curling her fingers underneath me to hold and squeeze my pussy.

"Sis, you are dripping wet!" she exclaimed, as though I had done something naughty. Which I had; I had got more turned on by Beth's actions than by anything else in my life. Beth ran her fingers up and down my engorged clit; making them slick with my own juice. Then she rocked back on her heels and stood up. She stroked my hip with one hand and I stood up to face her. When I turned round, she was sucking on one of her fingers.

"Saved one for you" she said, holding up her middle finger.

"Are you giving me the finger?" I said, laughing nervously. Beth didn't answer, but pushed her hand toward my face. She traced her fingertips over my lipstick-red lips and I smelt and tasted the product of my own illicit sex. I closed my eyes and opened my lips, letting Beth push her fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them greedily, rolling my tongue around them as she pushed them in and out of my mouth. 

"You taste real good" she murmured. "Tim would love to lick your cunt."

She pulled her fingers back and stood for a moment, staring at me. I gazed back at her; caught in a tidal wave of emotion and passion.

"I'm really horny" Beth said.

"Me too sis" I replied. I stepped close and went to kiss her but she turned her face and I stepped into a hug instead. She gripped her arms around me as we stood close against each other.

"Not yet" she whispered in my ear. There was a pause, as though Bethany was going to say something else, but then she pushed me away.




Double Act



"I want to see you eat me" she said. I smiled nervously, trying to match my sister's bravado. 

"Then you'd better sit down" I said, as suggestively as I could. On impulse, Beth reached out between my legs and dug her fingernails into my pubic hair.

"Hope you're hungry" she said. "My pussy's on fire."

She stepped past me and sat lazily on the sofa; one leg outstretched with the other tucked up high on the cushions, exposing the soft dark triangle of hair covering her pussy.

"Don't keep me waiting" she said, winking. I knelt down in front of her and trailed my fingertips up the inside of her long, slim thighs. "I'll keep you waiting a bit" I said. I carried on caressing my sister's thighs, massaging her gorgeous legs while I closed my eyes and let the smell of her sex fill my senses. Concentrating on her outstretched leg, I held it with both hands and leant forward, kissing the soft skin as I let my lips travel up the inside of her thigh. I knew what I was doing, but there was still a part of me that was yelling 'I'm having sex with my own sister!' And was confused by it. But it was too late to stop now. I had to get some kind of control back, realising that rather than being worried Beth was too shy or nervous to engage with me, she was quite the opposite. It was a side that very many people never see of their siblings or close family; of that person being turned on and acting in a very aggressive and sexual way. Beneath the many layers of my emotions, I secretly gorged on that sensation; that realisation of being in such a sexual situation with my twin sister.

I carried on kissing her until I reached the sensitive skin between her thigh and her pubis. Kissing Beth there made her squirm, and I felt her hand on the back of my head urging me closer toward her pussy.

"Stop teasing me!" she said angrily. "Tim never teased me like that. Eat me out, goddamit!"

I felt a sharp pain as Beth's fingernails insisted the point against my skull. Using my thumbs, I gently parted the soft hair covering my sister's wet pussy, and stared at it for a moment. This was it, I thought to myself. Even after everything that had happened in the last twenty minutes, I had been the passive partner; allowing my sister to take the lead in our lovemaking. But now it was my turn, and my twin sister's pussy was right in front of me. I closed my eyes once more and lowered my head, opening my mouth. My tongue made contact with her soft, swollen clit and for the first time I tasted my own sister's sex. I rolled my tongue around her clit, devouring every sensation I'd grown to enjoy about other women. Beth squirmed a little, hissing a protracted "yeeess!" as I began to eat her out. Her hand stayed on the back of my head, making sure I kept my mouth close to her.

"Look at me" Beth whispered urgently. I opened my eyes and looked up. Beth cleared a few strands of hair away from the front of my face and stared into my eyes.

"God, I love you!" she said, her lips trembling. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, using her hand to push me closer between her legs. I let one of my fingers slip underneath her clit and into her pussy. "Do it! Do it!" she said, writhing on the sofa.

I slipped another finger inside her and began to fuck her slowly with my hand as I carried on licking her clit. Beth was approaching the first stages of orgasm very quickly, and my hand was soon slick with her juice. I slipped a third finer into my sister's tight, but well-lubricated pussy and began working at her inside. Beth was writhing on the sofa as I frigged her, pushing my head against her clit, then throwing her arms back as another wave of orgasm rippled through her. Eventually, after longer than I'd ever spent going down on a girl, I sat back then clambered up the sofa between my sister's legs. Beth was hot, flushed and very hungry looking.

"Come here" she demanded, as I clambered over her body to reach her. Our lips clashed together and Beth's tongue forced its way into my mouth. She pulled back a little and greedily licked and lapped at her own juice from around my lips. Then she lay back. Her body was warm and soft and gorgeous beneath me.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and said

"Did you bring any toys?"

I nodded, pointing to a small rucksack by the side of the coffee table..

"Bring it here" Beth said, curling a finger around a lock of my hair. I rolled off her and the sofa, crawled over to the bag and brought it back. I sat next to Beth and we opened it together. Inside it I'd placed a couple of lesbian magazines, Beth's adult movie of the twin sisters, some lubricant (not that that was needed!), two dildos and a small vibrator. Beth reached in for the first dildo. It was a long, thick piece of rubber, shaped like a cock at each end. Beth ran her hand over one end of it.

"Nice" she said. She then reach in and picked out the other dildo; this one was something I'd bought a while ago to use on a prospective girlfriend at college. It was a standard black 7-inch model, but was engaged in a strap on harness that tied around your waist. 

"Ahh" breathed Beth. "That's better!"

She put the bag on the floor and turned to me.

"Would you mind putting this on for me?" she asked, as sweetly as she could. I rolled my eyes, imitating her voice. "If I must" I said.

Beth rolled over until she was kneeling in the middle of the sofa; arms over the back facing away from me. I scrambled off the sofa and slipped into the harness, adjusting the buckles so that the fit was nice and snug. 

"Hey, I'm getting cold" Bethany murmured. I used some of my saliva to wet the dildo and ran my right hand up and down its length. "Enough already!" I said. "You've got to wait a bit for this, I want to make sure it goes in smooth." I truth, I knew this was crossing another road in my new journey with my sister. Not so much the action of fucking her with a dildo, but the emotion and the experience of fucking my own sister.

I knelt down behind Beth once more and watched her relax as I began to let my tongue lap once more at her hot, sweet pussy. I pressed my nose up against her ass as I pushed her face against her and began to feel that huge rush or horny emotion run through me. If I wasn't fully turned on before, then I was reaching new heights of illicit pleasure. I slipped two fingers inside Beth, pulled them out, then slip them back in again. I did this several times, at first just enjoying the sensation of fingering the inside of my sister's pussy, but then I started using her juice to lubricate the dildo swinging stiffly between my legs. 

"Oooh, that feels so good, Cass" Beth moaned. I pulled away from my sister and stood up.

"Give it to me" she said, in a low voice.

"You want me to fuck you" I asked quietly. I moved a little closer toward her and pressed the tip of the dildo against Beth's pussy.

"You want me inside you?" I repeated, as huskily as possible.

"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me you dirty bitch!" Beth moaned

I used one hand to part the lips of my sister's wet pussy, and the other to guide the tip of the dildo between them. I felt the thick head of the dildo slip between Beth's labia. Gently moving forward, I pushed the dildo further inside her.

"Oh my god" I heard her mutter. "oh my god that feels good. You feel so good inside me." I grabbed onto my sister's hips with both hands and begin to rock backward and forward. Pretty soon I was fucking the entire length of the dildo in and out of her wet pussy. I started running my hands all over my sister's ass, marvelling at how beautiful she looked in front of me. Changing speed, I grabbed her hips again and pull back on them, fucking her harder and faster. I closed my eyes and let the waves of orgasm wash over me. My own pussy was aching every time I fucked in toward my sister and felt the flat of the harness press against my clit. This was better than any girl-fuck I'd ever imagined.

"Oh Jesus. Sweet Jesus, yes!" shouted Beth, completely lost to her orgasm. "Oh God, fuck me! Fuck me just like Tim! Oh God yes!"

I felt Beth begin to shake uncontrollably and fucked as hard and fast as I could to maximize her multiple orgasm. Eventually I slowed the strokes of the dildo, withdrew and lay back on the floor next to the coffee table, the thick, wet dildo pointing high into the air. Both of us were hot and sweating from the energy of the fucking I'd just given her.

Beth stayed still on the sofa for a moment, then edged back slowly and knelt down beside me. She brushed her hair that had plastered to her face, then lowered her mouth to the dildo and began to suck her own cum from it. I felt my heartbeat surge as I watched my sister's head bob up and down on the dildo I was strapped to. 

After a few moments, Beth knelt back and closed her eyes. Her face was still flushed and she looked incredibly attractive. She moved again, slowly, gently this time until she was straddling me. She lowered herself onto the dildo and I watched it slip inside her pussy once more. She rocked forward and backward a little, so that I could see it between her legs, then she lowered her body until she lay on top of me. We laced our fingers between each others, and I felt her nipples brush over my breasts as we lay together. I unlocked my fingers and put my arms around my sister, running them up and down her slim back. Beth used her fingers to clear away some strands of hair from my face, and gazed at me.

"Kiss me" she said, her voice as serious as anything I'd heard her say. I lifted my head from the floor, and tilted it the opposite way to my sister. We both closed our eyes at the last moment, and I felt that huge heart-rush once more as our lips connected and we shared a very deep and loving kiss. I pressed my hands against my sister's back, pressing her onto me and feeling the squash of her breasts against mine. We were perfectly matched for each other; in our physical beauty, in our shared experiences, and in what made each other tick. I knew then that I could never again just be Beth's sister. I could never again just be her lover. I was both; something strange and unusual and difficult to comprehend, but something new all the same. I loved my sister so much, but now, having shared each other's passions and intimacy, I loved her in a new and special way.

"I love you" Beth said suddenly, as if reading my mind. I smiled up at her and closed my eyes lazily. "I love you too" I replied, "very much. More than just as my sister. You are- you are so beautiful" I added, starting to lose my way with words. Beth smiled at me again, then lowered her mouth to me and kissed me again. This time there wasn't the frenzy of tongue lashing we shared previously. This time we used the time to explore each other's mouths; perfectly comfortable to do so, with no inhibitions barring us from our passion.

Eventually, after a very long time kissing and caressing each other, we both felt sleep begin to steal a march on us. Almost unaware that I still had the dildo impaling my sister, we got up together and went to the bedroom hand-in-hand. Beth knelt down beside me and unbuckled the harness, letting it fall to the floor. I breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed again with pleasure as Beth smoothed the spot between my legs where the harness had chafed.

We clambered into bed together and lay in each other's arms, drawing lazy circles on each other's bodies and we drifted off to sleep. We woke up once in the night, full of passion once more, and made love again. But this time there wasn't any urgency, and we were able to pleasure each other without creating too much havoc with the bed sheets. The last thing I remembered, before falling into a deep and formless sleep, was feeling my sister's warm and soft body laying next to my own; her leg draped across mine and her hand resting on my stomach. The thought that accompanied it was of deep and awesome love for my sister, and the promise of many more nights like this one in the future.

END



Double Agent Watson



This story might have some plot holes or factual errors. This is a fictional story after all. If you want to nit-pick on it, fine, do so. 

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'Tim, are you coming or not? It's nearly seven!' Eric leaned against his car, asking impatiently. I could see why he was hurrying me along. It was a gloomy morning with a slight mist, not too heavy to have to worry about, but enough to irritate you. It was a normal day in the great country of England.

Unfortunately for me, I lived far, far from the MI6 headquarters, and unlike my workmates, I did not own a car. I had to rely on Eric to get me to work, as he lived the closest to me. Even though he was the 'closest' to me, he still lived 30 miles away.

'Yes, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming! Just hold on for two seconds, will you?' I replied from within the house. I brushed my hair back one last time, making sure it was the right height and shape. Yes, I am that type of person. I ran out of the bathroom, grabbing my briefcase packed with lunch and some files on the way out.

'Alright, let's go.' I threw my briefcase into the car, and jumped into the passenger seat. Eric hopped into the driver's seat. The steering wheel was on the left, still unmodified from when it was manufactured in the late 60s. Eric was British, but some colleagues still joked that he was an American spy, based on his obsession with American muscle cars. I could see why Eric liked them, since I had also lived in America for a few months. These timeless machines sure can turn a few heads on New York City streets.

'You ready, cowboy? No you're not. In fact, you're in for a surprise today.' He said, with a smile on his face. Eric inserted the key into the ignition. With a flick of the key, the Hemi engine roared to life. It sounded glorious, and I had the tickets to the front row seat of whatever his surprise was. Well, not like I had a choice, as the back seats were taken out.

Eric put the pedal to the metal, flooring the throttle. 'Yeeeehaw!' He yelled out, as the Hemi growled and spun the tyres relentlessly on the damp road, screaming for grip. Eric pressed on the horn, and the Dixie horn played.

'You like my Dixie horn?' I nodded a yes, not totally lying. If that was the surprise, then it was surprising, and half the neighbourhood probably thought the same. 'Well, wait until you hear what Director Johnson has to say to you. It will be a better surprise, I guarantee you.' Eric said, patting me on the shoulder.

I arrived at the agency in a red car that had a giant '01' painted on the doors. Hell, the doors won't even open, and I had to climb through the windows to get out. There wasn't even glass covering the windows. Whose genius idea was that?

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Eric held the briefing room door open. I walked in, almost bumping into Director Johnson, who stood in the middle of the room. Director Johnson was my superior officer. Eric says that he grew up as a child soldier in Africa, but nobody knew exactly. He was a man with a troubled past, which he hoped to erase by coming to the MI6. He was well-built, tall. His dark skin absorbed any light that went into it. He had no attachments to anything, no sense of sentimental value, no warmth towards anything. He was one cold blooded sonuvabitch that everybody in the agency feared. His thick African accent only added to his mysterious past.

'Sit down, agent.' The director commanded me. 'For this next operation, you will be working for Emma Watson.'

I was taken aback. Emma Watson is an agent? And she was at a higher rank than me?

'Emma Watson, the Hollywood actress who starred in Harry Potter?' I asked for confirmation.

'Yes, rookie, and this is only your second operation. Do not mess it up for Ms. Watson. You will do everything she says. When she says shoot, what do you say?'

'"Head or hearts", sir.' It was an old training motto that we had to recite every morning at boot camp. The answer seemed to satisfy the director, and he nodded his head in approval.

Working alongside Emma Watson was a once in a life time opportunity that I would never let slip past me. I hid my excitement in the hopes of acting professional, but I was giggling inside like I had just won the lottery, and indeed I had. I slowly pitched a tent in my pants, as I thought about Emma Watson, my erection only hidden by my sitting position. I jerked off in my teenage years to her sexy photos, but I'd never thought I would meet her in real life. But this was real. I would be working with her.

'You will be meeting her sometime today. She will see you when she's ready.' Johnson said.

'Yes sir. What is the operation called?' I asked.

'Name it whatever you want, it does not matter. Read over her profile analysis; make sure you can recite it cover to cover.' Johnson handed me a thick bender. It was so filled with photos and paperwork that they were almost falling out. I adjusted some photos, seeing Emma's pretty face on one of them as I did. I had dirty thoughts about her as I exited the room. As soon as I was out, I opened the folder given to me earlier. Inside of it were some photos of Emma Watson which I've never seen before, plus some documents relating to her. My eyes stumbled upon a line in an analysis report of Emma, which was required for every agent who entered the MI6.

"Mother divorced in France. Has step-brother, twin sister."

I had to re-read the line three times. Emma Watson had a twin sister? That explained how she was able to work at MI6, but appear in public the same time, it was her twin sister! It would be disastrous if anyone found out. I swore to myself that I would never tell anyone.

Holding up one of her photos, I threw a rough glance down the seemingly empty hallway. This photo was taken on a Caribbean beach, but the resolution was poor. I couldn't make out whether it was Emma or just a random woman with big sunglasses. Not paying attention to where I walked, I forcefully bumped into someone, bouncing off with an almost audible impact.

The impact threw me onto the ground. I was about to curse out loud before realising that I was most likely at fault. If I couldn't focus on walking, how could I ever become a top agent? I got back to my feet as best I could without looking embarrassed. The man, no, the lady, appeared to be knocked over as well.

'Are you alright, madam?' I asked, as I put out my hand for the sake of chivalry.

'Yes, I'm quite alright, thank you. It's fine; I don't need your help.' Fine, have it your way. Her voice calmed me a bit though, as if it somehow got into my brain and smothered any sense of anger I had. She faced away from me as she got up, her back showing a bit of skin with her revealing long, blue dress.

I rushed to pick up my pictures and documents, which were lying all over the floor next to the woman. I apologized to her as best I could, keeping my anger in check. Where have I heard that voice before?

'Again, madam, I am very sorry for the accident.' I said. I looked up from my kneeling position. My jaw dropped to the floor as I match her voice to her face. There she was, Emma Watson, standing over me with a surprised expression as well.

'Hey there!' She laughed. 'Aren't you the agent I'll be working with?' I nodded at her question, still speechless from everything. 'Well, what a pleasant way to meet for the first time! I'm sorry; I was just looking at your profile analysis on my phone. I didn't know the hallway was occupied.' She said. I took that as an apology, and mentioned that I was looking at her pictures as well. Of course, I didn't mention the twin sister part. Not yet, at least.

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Emma and I found ourselves getting acquainted with each other. She brought up the topic of the operation we were given, and we looked over the plans. I was still brimming with joy, still over-ecstatic that I would be working with Emma Watson.

'Operation... Dementor? Well someone in the agency likes their Harry Potter.' Emma half-chuckled, not knowing the whole truth. 'Funny enough, the operation has nothing to do with Dementors.'

'This is a standard operation.' She continued. 'We go in, take out anyone in the way, extract our target, and come out. This operation is going to be easier than all my previous ones! Tim, we really caught a break here.' Emma said "all my previous ones" casually, as if this was regular water-cooler chit-chat.

'Where is this operation going to be at, Emma? Please tell me it's not somewhere hot. I'm kind of afraid of heat after my first op.' I dreaded to recall my first operation. The operation failed as I passed out from a heatstroke in the hot Sahara desert.

'No, Tim, it's going to be the same weather like it is now, nice, warm temperatures.' She smiled. We went through the rest of the plan in detail. The extraction target was one C. Wilkerson. From the address given, the location was somewhere around outer London. A photo showed an abandoned warehouse. The intel estimated about 10-20 enemies from a terrorist group inside, holding Mr. Wilkerson hostage. They threatened to kill him if the British government didn't cough up 5 million pounds. Mr. Wilkerson must be one important sonuvabitch.

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Emma and I were placed in a safe house. It was the penthouse suite in a 5-star hotel, with a large open area acting as the living room. One wall was pure glass, giving us a stunning view to the outside. There was only one bedroom, but in it were two king-sized beds, and an ensuite bathroom. I was disappointed that the agency didn't allow me to sleep in the same bed as Emma. Our room had a great view of the city of London, overseeing the Big Ben and the big Ferris wheel that is the London Eye. Being in a penthouse has its advantages. The hotel also had a short drive to the warehouse, but it was away from the prying eyes of the paparazzi, making it ideal for Emma and her celebrity status.

Emma went into the ensuite bathroom. I looked at my watch. It was just past two in the afternoon, and we were meant to arrive at the warehouse at seven o'clock at night. The TV remote was lying on the bedside table, as if it was shouting at me to grab it. I gave in, and pressed the red button on the remote. Top Gear was airing. I barely stayed awake while watching the episode. 20 seasons of Top Gear were too many. The show was getting very boring, only spiced up by random explosion of expensive cars and celebrity interviews. I curled into a foetal position, as I slowly fell asleep. It had been a tiring and unexpected day, with a lot to take in. In a single day, I was awed, shocked, and amazed. I slowly fell asleep, as my mind did the same.

I woke up to a shaking bed. As I looked out the window, the sun was setting over the skyline of London's commercial buildings. I couldn't find my watch, but Emma was here, so I presumed the operation hasn't begun yet. I turned over, still lying on the bed, and looked at Emma. She jumped up and down on the empty side of my bed, her head almost hitting the ceiling.

'Emma, watch out!' I tried to warn her. 'If you jump any higher, you...' My warning was interrupted with a loud thud, as Emma hit her head on the ceiling. 'Ow!' She groaned. I was prepared to say "I warned you!", but then I didn't really give her a full warning.

She dropped down next to me on the bed, her hands rubbing the top of her head. She looked like she was in pain, and I was going to grab an ice pack from the freezer. As I motioned to get off the bed, Emma grabbed me by my arm. 'Stay.' She said. 'Please.' I complied, and lied down with her. We stared into each other's eyes as I moved my hands to her head, weaving my fingers into her soft, brunette hair. She must have dyed it when she was in the bathroom, as I remembered her hair being dirty-blonde. With a soft touch, I gently massaged her scalp, hoping to relieve her of any pain she might still have. We still stared at each other; her brown eyes mesmerized me as I massaged her.

'Can I kiss it better?' It took nearly all the courage I'd saved up in my life, but I asked, not knowing how she'll respond.

She thought it over for a while, as we both lay flat on our backs, heads looking at each other. The uncertainty almost killed me, as I waited for her response. I was nervous. This was Emma Watson, was it not?

She moved closer to me. Her cheeks rested on my chest, her hair slightly brushing against my lips. 'I would love that, thanks.' I sighed in relief, the wind causing strands of her hair to dance around. She looked up at me from below, her eyes begging me to kiss her. My arm draped over her, and pulled her in closer, hugging her and buried her face into my chest. I tilted my head down, and buried my lips in her hair.

There was a different vibe being around her, something off-putting. Maybe it was just her hair colour, or me in my half-awake state, but something felt different after my nap. She sounded American. Her hair didn't smell like dye, but rather, a familiar smell. A faint smell of... New York City?

More unsettling thoughts floated into my head. Emma didn't go to New York City, she couldn't have. It had only been a few hours; no two-way trip to New York can be that short. Why did she sound American? Why was her hair a different colour?

She moved to my eye level. I had been deep in my thoughts, and was unaware of her advances. She dropped her soft, warm lips onto mine, giving me a taste of what's coming. I closed my eyes. Her lips crushed against mine, our tongues intertwining with each other. It felt amazing. My thoughts were wiped away, replaced by the new sensation of her wet tongue, slowly exploring, darting my mouth.

We were still locked in the kiss, when she took her hand off my neck and moved it lower. She slowly unzipped my fly, revealing my bulging boxers. Her hands ran over my boxers, my cock bulging as hard as diamonds. She broke the kiss to sit up, resting against the pillows. I finally had a chance to look at her closely. She wasn't wearing a fancy dress, only a large t-shirt stretching just below her hips, into her thighs. She grabbed her shirt, and took it off over her head. Her brunette hair was caught in the neck of the shirt as she pulled it off, but dropped back in position once the shirt came off over her head.

She wasn't wearing a bra. Her perfect breasts looked back at me, as I stared at it, hypnotized. They looked to be a B cup, but that was enough for me. Her areolas were brown, her nipples now stood erect within them. The breasts were the perfect size for my hands, as I sat up and cupped her breasts in my palms. I played around with her nipples with one hand, and lowered my hand to rub her vagina, only covered by a thin piece of fabric. I lay her flat on her back. I moved my head further and further down, zig-zagging my nose down her flat stomach until it reached her panties. I took in her intoxicating aroma, and licked her panties softly. She moaned slightly as my tongue touched her clitoris through her panties.

'Oh yeah, babe.' She moaned. 'Fuck me, fuck me with that tongue! I want to feel every bit of it in me!' She took off her panties. They slid down her smooth, long legs. My head dove into her, splitting her opening with my tongue. 'Mmm, keep going, that's the way.' She moaned. I looked up for a second. Her hand was on her nipple, rubbing and playing with it, and the other hand lowering down, weaving through my hair. My head pressed tightly against her opening, forcing my tongue further inside her. She was close to cumming, and I could sense it. Her movement, her moaning, her walls convulsing, all leading to one big finale.

I broke away from her wet pussy, and moved my head up to her breasts. Her nipples stood straight, begging for attention. My lips puckered up, and kissed her breasts. My tongue, still slick with her juices from a minute ago, flicked her nipple around. She gasped as I moved my hands down her body, my fingers rubbing her clit, increasing her pleasure.

'I'm gonna cum!' She warned, but her hand kept my mouth pressed against her dripping wet pussy, my tongue lapping her sweet juices and flicking the sensitive, sensual clitoris of hers. With a final flick of tongue, I pushed her over the edge. A torrent of wetness flowed from her vagina as the first wave of orgasm hit her. She arched her back and moaned in pleasure. Her hand released my head, incapable of power with the force of the pleasure.

As she rode the waves of her orgasm out, I got off the bed, sliding my pants down. If it wasn't for her unzipping my fly, my pants would've burst based on how hard my cock was. I jumped out of my underpants, revealing my cock. Finally calming down, she turned on her side, opening her eyelids. Her eyes locked onto my cock, her lips inaudibly mouthing a "wow". It wasn't particularly big, but I wouldn't know, I don't go around comparing my dick with other men. I jumped back into bed next to her, my erection poking at her door. She nodded a yes to me, giving me permission to do what came next.

She lay on her back, her dark, brunette hair splayed on the bed. I moved into the missionary position. Having done this many times before, I wasn't a stranger, but I'd never done it with someone so beautiful, so perfect. But right now I couldn't care less if she was the most unattractive woman in the world. My primal desires took over my thought chain. I thrust into her, her canal slick with her juices from earlier. The pressure was just right. I lifted her legs up, and she wrapped them around my torso, locking onto me as if she'll never let go.

'C'mon! Harder!' She screamed. My cock disappeared into her, over and over again, yet she screamed for more. It was warm in there, homey, even. My hands moved from caressing her legs, up to her breasts. I fondled with them, and she held my wrists, not letting me stop. My breath quickened. I was close.

She pushed me on, her legs now pushing my hips into her, satisfying her wild, sexual desires. 'I'm cumming! Oh god!' She screamed, as her walls suddenly clamped down on my cock. I couldn't hold it anymore, and exploded into her. I pushed every last drop of my seed I had into her, and collapsed onto her. My chest pressed against her breasts, both of us heaving heavily from our workout. It was my last memory before I passed out.

Some say a mutual orgasm only happened in a perfect world.

This was the perfect world.

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The doorbell rang. I felt emptiness, as Emma wasn't on the bed when I turned over. She must've left after I fell asleep. Who was at the door? It certainly wasn't room service, but maybe Emma ordered something to eat when I was asleep. I hopped off the bed, this time with nobody grabbing onto me. I looked down, to find that I was fully dressed. The doorbell rang again. I jogged over to the door to open it.

There was poor lighting, but I can still see Emma in a red t-shirt. It was barely visible under her dark coloured bulletproof vest. She stood in the doorway, the corridor's lights casting a shadow on herself, her facial features darkened. Below the waist, she donned camouflage cargo pants. Some pockets were still full with clips of ammunition for her glock. I let her inside, thinking that she was getting ready for the operation, and I should be as well. I flipped the light switch on as I closed the door.

Emma sunk into the couch, her face almost fully covered in blood. Her t-shirt wasn't red to begin with; it was just soaked with blood. 'Oh my god, Emma! What happened?' was all I could get out. I stood there with my mouth hung open.

'Firstly, I extracted Mr. Wilkerson.' She said happily, despite the mess that she was. 'Secondly, the blood isn't mine. I'm fine, really. What did you expect from 17 close-range headshots?' She grinned, showing her teeth. She showed me an empty clip for her Glock 17. 'Didn't miss a shot.' I was impressed. She completed the operation by herself and left me with nothing to do.