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Twin-Time Ch. 01

By: Selbryth



I still feel wonderful. My whole body is relaxed and I'm still getting little twinges every now and then. I mean, okay, last night was my first time making love with anybody (I've masturbated a lot), but there I was, totally naked, in a bed, with another totally naked person, and we were doing stuff! 

Thing is, and this is the weird part (I guess), my lover, my first-ever, was my own twin brother Ross. Lots of you are probably going eeeewwwww!  but it was really beautiful and sweet. We're both 22 years old and at the same college, and well, after exam week, we were trying to get back to normal, and there was this one part where Ross offered me a neck massage and then, well, things just started to happen.

Talk about stress relief though; wow. 

Ross's massage started to get softer and more delicate and the feeling of his fingers on my skin just started to get to me. Before I knew it I had chill-bumps, and then my main two 'chill bumps'—on my chest—were sticking up hard! I was thinking, "Wait now, what the fuck am I thinking?" but it just felt so good; to be touched, to be massaged, to just be with someone! I melted inside. My thoughts melted, and I sort of leaned back against my brother and then he was massaging my shoulders and I felt even better. Like butter.

Melted butter.

And neither of us were saying a word. We'd both been yakking away happily, about the finals being over and having time to relax and unwind, and then the neck rub changed like I said, and the whole room was silent. Like both of us were listening for something and not really hearing it. Then I remember reaching up and back and touching his hair, and then I felt his lips on my neck-nape and even though it wasn't really a kiss, it gave me another wave of warm, shivery bumps everywhere. I breathed in deep and sighed, and then Ross sighed right against my neck and I got even more turned-on and excited, and when I turned my head to look back at him, his lips were already pursing to meet mine.

So we kissed.

And it wasn't the regular brother-sister kiss we sometimes exchanged when we'd see each other or congratulate each other; it was a real soft, sexy, sensual kind of kiss. It totally took my breath away—and kept it! Before I knew it there was an ocean between my legs, I was so wet! So I continued leaning and pushing back against Ross and then I was turning and we were kissing some more, and our lips were all hot and wet and rubbing and mooshing together, and I just wanted him so bad—wanted to make love with him—my mouth was all sour tasting and dry inside.

Then it was like a slow motion movie or something. I remember we just looked into each other's eyes for a moment—a long moment—and then I was sitting up on my knees and taking my tee-shirt off, and Ross was undoing his shorts, and a few moments later we were both down to just panties (well, his are 'briefs'), and we sort of just leaned over and lay on our sides facing each other, still kissing, eyes closed, and enjoying every breathless moment.

Then time snapped by and I realized that Ross wasn't laying down with me anymore. I could feel his hands on my thigh and looked down to watch him. He was just sitting there, legs bent halfway under him, leaning on one hand while he ran his other hand gently and slowly up and down my thigh. It felt so wonderful—this electric sort of pulse came up through my whole body—but I just lay there like I was, letting him do exactly what he wanted. He was totally spacing out on my leg and then as I went on watching, he leaned over and kissed me right there—right in the middle of the side of my thigh. It was like my leg went off on its own. It stiffened—like every muscle just completely shivering with excitement—and then it lifted up. I was on my side and it was like a scissors opening. My brother then took hold of my leg and started kissing my knee and thigh, and then back the other way down my shin. I got so many shivers I thought I was going to explode! My foot was so tense it was pointing straight down, and then I guess Ross saw it (his eyes had been closed in total concentration), and the next thing I knew I was having my foot kissed!

That was really the first orgasm I think I had that night—with another person I mean. Everything else before that might've been sorta orgasms when I look back at it, but that one was a big one. The wave went right up my foot, through the ankle, up the calf, past the knee and then up my thigh and into my crotch/tummy. I remember gasping and then Ross looked over; he looked so sweet glancing sidewise like that, his lips still attached to my instep. Then his tongue came out and he started licking my foot! My toes spread and then clenched and then curled downward and I had another orgasm just from that incredible feeling!

After that things sort of faded from one thing to another, like in a movie. I remember pushing up and turning, and then curling toward my brother's legs and snuggling my face against his feet, and he was still holding my foot—the other one now—and just totally bathing it with his tongue. I grabbed his foot and pulled it out from beneath him (he was sitting 'side-saddle' on the bed), and he resisted, and then let me do what I wanted. And then I was licking his foot, and then we both sort of lay down on our sides again, but reversed—head to foot—and for a whole long while that's all we did; made love to each other's feet. 

It was incredible. I never felt anything like it before. I mean, even when I'd masturbate, I never thought of my feet as being 'sexy' or 'sexual' or anything; they were just feet.  But now it was as though they were sex-organs by themselves and to tell the truth, Ross wasn't exactly hating it either. In fact, while I was sucking his toes, I remember opening my eyes at one point and looking up the length of his legs (which are really beautiful, though I never say that to him!), and noticed, really for the first time, the full-on erection that was pushing up the front of his briefs! The first thing that came to my mind—which was all melted and buzzing from what I was experiencing—was, Why is he still dressed? Why isn't it just sticking out bare? Why do I still have my panties on? What kind of idiot am I? 

And when I thought of my undies, I thought of how wet the crotch was. I was so squishy and slimy wet and my pussy lips were so swollen and ready that the fabric just all of a sudden felt itchy and irritating and gross. I wanted to be naked—completely bare—and I wanted it right then and there. I stopped sucking Ross's toes just long enough to lay over on my back, got my thumbs down the sides of my panties and pushed them down. Then I lifted my butt and skinned them down and I could feel the wetness just trail down the insides of my thighs. I sat up more to push them down to where Ross was still enjoying my foot, and then he saw what I was doing and reached over and helped strip the soggy, gross thing off me. Then there I was, in my birthday suit, completely nude, and I lay back and took up where I left off. I did have to smile when Ross finally got the idea and skinned his briefs down, and when I got a look at his thing, it was so amazing and handsome and cute, I just stared.

I mean, okay, I've seen penises before, online and in a couple of porno movies, but this was real and was right in the room with me and so close I could just reach out and touch it if I wanted. I didn't know how Ross would take it though—having his own twin sister holding his thing—so I just looked at it. I never knew how big it was, how stiff it could be and how totally wonderful and sexy it looked and I started thinking of more than just touching it, and before I knew it my lips were making an O shape and I was spacing out on how neat and exciting it would be to have it right there, in my mouth, with it gliding back and forth and back and—

—Instead, I went back to sucking Ross's pretty toes while he continued on mine.

I don't know how much time went by after that. It was like time had stopped ticking by. It was really what I guess they call timeless because it was like one long, breathless moment that never seemed to end. But then I felt my brother's lips caressing my ankles—both of them now since he had my feet together—and then he was slipping his mouth up my shin and then he was at my knees and I stopped and looked down and there was just this overwhelming thought (and hope), that he wouldn't stop there.

And he didn't! Ross kept kissing my legs and then he was kissing my thighs, and my thigh muscles were totally tense and stiff and when he got closer to my crotch, I rolled onto my back and my legs started opening for him—wide! I only hoped he wouldn't think my pussy was gross or anything. I mean, I only trim it a little bit (on the edges), and I'm not as smooth and sexy/hairless as some of the porn actresses in those movies. But my brother kept right on kissing and my legs kept right on spreading, and then he was there—right there! —and he raised his head and opened his eyes.

For a long, long moment we just stared into each other's faces, into each other's eyes, and though we didn't speak a single word I understood everything he was thinking and he seemed to know what I was thinking. And what I was thinking was Yes.  Then Ross lay on his front between my legs (which were flat on the bed around him), got comfy, and the next moment he opened his mouth, let his tongue out and then lowered his head to my crotch.

I'd never felt anything as exquisite as that—having a tongue gently push through my pubic hair and into my slit.  I felt it as a hot, buttery, tender knife slicing into my most secret place, and then the tongue's tip touched the swollen head of my clit and I thought my body had physically exploded. It was like an earthquake—a shockwave—and it didn't stop. It kept cycling and getting faster and more frantic and hotter and I just lay there trying not to do something stupid like die! My legs spread more, lifted, and then the knees came back toward me—all on their own; I just lay there watching them move. I was spread wide now, totally wide open and exposed, and I didn't care. It was Ross, after all; if I didn't trust him, then I didn't trust anybody. And he went right on with what he was doing, calmly and silently exploring every fold and crevice I had down there, and the more he went on the more I came. I couldn't stop coming, in fact. It was at a scary point, like a runaway train or something! I gripped my knees and pulled them back, spreading myself even wider. I wished I could spread my whole body wide open for my brother—turn myself inside-out; I wanted to be totally open to him, nothing to hide or keep secret.

Then Ross sort of spread my lower lips with his fingers and pursed his lips around my clit and started sucking on it! Even in the midst of my orgasms I was thinking I'm going to do that to you when I get the chance!  but then Ross stopped and started kissing his way gently up my crotch and away from my pussy! I was so disappointed it felt like a dear friend had just moved away or something, but at the same time I was glad because now I wasn't so frozen and incapacitated! But just having someone kissing your naked body—it's unbelievable how powerful that is. At least I couldn't believe it. I wanted to move and to spin around and get my brother's beautiful thing in my mouth like I'd seen pictures of, but I couldn't move. He was kissing my tummy and then he was at my ribs, and then he started kissing my boobs and I melted totally away. I lay flat and let him do whatever he wanted because I knew it was exactly what I wanted too. He sucked my nipples and the shivers I got from that went all through me and seemed to explode out of every pore. My body stiffened, my legs clamped shut and my crotch and thigh muscles were squeezing and squeezing and that made the inside of my abdomen clench, and I came again.

Big time.

I twisted and rolled against Ross's mouth, pushing up one shoulder to give him more of that boob, and then turning the other way and lifting that shoulder to push the other boob up at him. He went on sucking and licking and kissing each of my nipples, back and forth, and I wanted it to go on forever. I'd totally forgotten about everything else; my whole soul and mind seemed centered and focused just on these two jutting points, but then a warm tongue slid up over the top of my left boob and right up into my armpit and I realized that any part of my body could be my G Spot! 

I guess I must have looked pretty weird, all squirmy and undulating like that, but that's how I felt. I felt free and exposed and it was like the first time I'd ever felt like I was me,  you know? Like "This is me; look, touch, take—I don't care!" And Ross went right on taking what I was offering; he licked my armpits (Gawd I was glad I'd just shaved there—and my legs too!), and then he was kissing my shoulders and I started to lift my one shoulder to him and he was kissing over and then behind, and I slowly started to turn until I was on my front.

So many shivers. I never felt anything like that. Shivers racing everywhere—all down my back, my spine, making my buns clench, then down my legs. The tingles went down my front side even though I was laying flat on it. And I continued to squirm on the bed; twisting and rubbing myself into the sheets. It's like everything I did, anywhere I was touched or that came in contact with anything, was a complete turn-on.

And all this time my brother was dead silent. He's normally a quiet kind of guy, but neither of us were taking or saying a word. I know I was gasping and making yummy sounds from how good everything felt, but he was just silently there behind me, kneeling to the side, doing all this stuff. Except at one point he got on top of me, straddling my lower back, and that's when I felt it.

—His thing.

It was so hot and tender and hard; like a stick laying up along my spine. I just loved feeling it on me like that. I wished it was in me, but just having it laying on my skin was more than enough for right that moment. And the way Ross was leaning over to continue kissing my shoulders and back, made the thing push even more firmly against me. Then my brother's kisses and caresses were doing lower and lower and he had to move back. But at one point when he did that, when he was moving down to the small of my back, he moved so he could rest on the backs of my thighs, and his thing just slipped backward between my ass-cheeks and then flipped down between my thighs!

I had an orgasm. My body just went off; just feeling it touching my buns gave me a thrill and then it was hanging stiffly down in the space between my closed thighs, and...my mind went blank. I mean, I've seen the movies, and I had not only one, but two holes that were ready, willing and able to accommodate that sexy shaft of his! I was more than ready, totally willing (though I wasn't just going to say it), and whatever Ross was able to do, so was I! But it just lay there, throbbing with his heartbeat, lifting and dropping, and then my brother's kissing and his touching of my back—and his fingers trailing over my waist and hips—took my thoughts totally away.

I was simply a squirming, gasping, orgasming body for I don't know how long; nothing more, nothing less. I'd turned into an orgasm machine and that's all I was doing. I even lost track of what my twin was doing because there'd be these incredible rises, unbelievable explosions, and then quick races down and then back up again. Orgasm after orgasm, just ongoing and nonstop. Then I felt lips on my ass and I came back to reality: my own beautiful brother was kissing my ass—literally!

I gasped but tried to hold of; I didn't want to let go. I wanted to think straight and enjoy the feeling, but also enjoy the idea of what was going on. Ross's tender lips on my totally bare butt! But then the orgasm happened and overwhelmed everything; everything except the feeling of those lips now pursed and pushing between my buns, and how nice it felt to have the weight of his body resting on my calves. I came and then realized I could feel my brother's dong poking down right between my ankles!

It got me totally inspired.

I quickly clenched my ankles together and managed to catch Ross's thing in that space between the anklebones and the curving part of the calves. I squeezed him like that and it was the first time I'd heard him make a sound for days or hours or whatever it was. He moaned softly through his nose and I could feel his hot breath against my bun-cheeks—which made me even more turned on, which made me bend my knees, which made my ankles come up and let more of Ross's thing slip between them.

It was so incredibly sexy! I mean to have that part of him between my ankles like that! And then he seemed to grow thicker and stiffer. But it was still that neat, spongy-tender hardness which is so hard to describe; firm-but-delicate I guess you can say. And just feeling it thickening between my ankles gave me a thrill—like, Wow! He likes the feeling too! 

Then his thing got really, really hard. It sort of lifted up like a spring and then Ross mumbled "No!" and I felt warm goo dripping down over the backs of my calves and my heels and ankles. For a second I thought he was spitting or dripping some of my lotion (which was on the nightstand) on the backs of my legs but then I thought Oh my gawd!  and turned to see that his thing was spurting that goo, and the goo was raining down on my legs! In an instant I spun completely around and got my mouth right under the end of his dong and opened my mouth wide and tried to catch some of the drops. I was determined to taste what he tasted like and then realized how incredibly stupid it was to just lay there with my mouth open, hoping for a drop to somehow fall in. That's when I reached up, pulled my brother's still gushing thing downward, and raised my mouth to it. I got the tip of it between my lips—the big spongy-soft helmet-shaped part—and started sucking and slurping and squeezing it.

Ross moaned again but didn't move, didn't pull back, and that got me even more excited. With his thing still between my lips, I turned slowly around to my front and got my knees up under me and stayed crouched low to his crotch, and then started doing like I'd seen in the movies. I pushed my mouth all the way down around my brother's thing, then pulled slowly back, and his goo, his cum just oozed out. I got it on my tongue and secretly enjoyed the flavor and texture of it, but kept right on going back and forth and up and down, while Ross just leaned back on his hands and gave me full access to his crotch. The feeling of it—the idea of actually sucking off my own brother's cock—was incredible! Hard to describe. But it was the sexiest, most exciting and nasty and wonderful thing I'd ever felt up to that point. I wished I'd been able to do this exact thing while he'd been licking my pussy, but...better late than never I guess!

Whoa, did he come a lot! There was still a lot on the backs of my legs—now squished and sticky between my calves and the backs of my thighs—but I also got a lot to swallow. And I loved swallowing it; like thick, gooey gravy or something. It tasted like what you snork back when you have a cold; no taste really, just sort of dull. But I sucked it, gulped, used my tongue-tip to tickle Ross's cock-bulb, rubbed underneath his thing (there's like a ridgeline or something there), and just kept my lips tight around it and kept on going back and forth. Finally only little drops were all I could squeeze out and Ross's thing was shrinking. I finally sat back and looked at him.

He had this look of relief and awe and wonder on his face. I just smiled and then he smiled, and then, just as if we'd always been lovers, we just leaned together and hugged. It was perfect. It was way better than any movie I'd ever seen because I was with someone I really loved (though up until that night, a different kind of love), and I knew he loved me too!


Twin-Time Ch. 01



After that we lay down side by side, staring at the ceiling. It was dark out, we hadn't put any lights on, so there was just the light coming in from some distant lights on campus. Really cool and dark and relaxing. I remember Ross's hand coming over and covering mine, and then I turned my hand to meet his and we held and squeezed each other's hand for a little while. But I was still so overflowing with emotion and excitement and, I guess it's the only way to put it—pride—in what we'd done. The thoughts and worries about oh no, you committed incest!  and all that other stuff didn't really come to mind. All I could think of was that I'd just made love with the most wonderful, perfect man I'd ever known in my life and that it was perfect and somehow—weirdly—long overdue. I mean, all this time, all these years being together, and the perfect lover had always been with me!

"Wow," I finally said. "That's not something I wanna not do again!" I turned and Ross was looking at me, smiling. He nodded, and he looked so cute, so beautiful in that sparse light I couldn't resist him. I got up on my side and cuddled against him, kissing his cheek, and then he turned his mouth to me and we were just off into kissing-land again. So breathless, so intense. Our tongues were just going everywhere inside each other's mouth, and at one point I slid my leg up over him so I could just squeeze the shit out of him because I loved him so much, and my leg bumped something.

Something stiff.

So of course I looked, and there it was, my brother's thing sticking up all hard and handsome again! I sat right up, looked at it, looked at Ross, looked at it, then back at him. Seeing it all stiff like that made me smile.

"Well," I told him, "I guess we can't just leave it like that, huh?" I shrugged and laughed, but before my brother could say or do a thing, I leaned that way and just lunged for it. I had it in my mouth the next moment and started sucking it up and down, and then I just lost track of time again.

So long. Such a long time sucking—and then just licking—my brother's thing; it just went on and on. I couldn't speak, couldn't make a sound or even think much at all. The only thing on my mind was how beautiful and thick and long his thing was, and how privileged I felt to be able to do all these things to it. I mean, I hadn't been so rude to ask, but as far as I knew I was the first one to ever do anything like this to him. He later confirmed it, but just then I felt so happy inside that I had this marvelous thing to play with.

And it was a marvel! It would get real stiff and then seemed to relax at times, and then it would lift up ultra hard again and sort of wave back and forth with Ross's heartbeat. And there was this really neat goo that seeped off the tip—not like his cum, which was milkier looking. This stuff was crystal clear and thick, like SuperGlue or something. It had a similar dull kind of taste, and I just loved it! I'd lick it off and roll it around my tongue and then go back to doing what I was doing. Like dew off a flower; more like my own secretions I guess.

But after I don't know how long, I realized there was so much more of Ross that I hadn't even explored. True, I'd made love to his feet and his legs a little bit but he had nipples and armpits and buns, and he also had...balls! I started licking and kissing my way down the underside of his thing and finally wound up at his sac. It cringed in such a cute way I almost laughed aloud, but then I was licking it and running my tongue-tip over its crinkled surface and then it seemed to relax somehow and I started to really be able to feel the shape of my brother's testicles inside that sac. It was wonderful, like exploring this whole big world with just my tongue, and I loved it. I was still exploring when I felt a hand gently caress my thigh and then slide down between my legs and touch my pussy. I almost yelped in surprise, but my body once again responded almost automatically. I scooted down a little more, pressing my crotch against Ross's hand, and then he was able to move around a little more and started squeezing my pussy lips together, spread them apart, and feel inside my slit and get a finger all coated with my wetness. I was really wet. I hadn't really noticed because there was nothing covering me to soak up my juices and get soggy and all sticky. But in one stroke, my brother's finger was slick and then he started playing with my clit and that got me going—even more than before our break! I started to feel that familiar rise toward orgasm, and started licking and kissing my brother's balls and cock even more excitedly, and finally lifted up and put my mouth all the way down around his thing again and started to really suck him off fast and furious. It was the way I felt inside; like I just wanted to get him going all over again! Then Ross's strong hand wrapped around the inside of my thigh and pulled, and I went that way. He pulled me totally over on top of him and then pulled me back a little bit and with my mouth still going up and down on his thing, I realized we were finally in 69 position. That alone thrilled me but when Ross slid his tongue up through my slit and then touch my clit, the thrill just went overboard!

It was like a storm—a fever. It felt like Ross's tongue was stoking some inner fire I had, and that my pussy—the clit, inner and outer lips, the cunt-hole—everything—was on fire or was...molten. Like a volcano. I had a fiery volcano between my legs and my brother's tongue was setting it off and fanning the flames! That made me just go into turbo mode on his cock. Then Ross was trying to pull me more directly over his face, and that would've made me have to leave his cock a little, and I thought no way!  I stubbornly held my position and Ross gave up trying. Then time drifted away into that silent, steady, breathless area and I don't know how many orgasms or how many minutes or hours went by with the both of us just totally feasting on each other's genitals. It was like I was starving and the only thing that would sustain me was having my brother's stiff thing in my mouth and squeezing out and tasting those tiny little drops of dew every now and then. But at a certain point, my body sort of betrayed me. The things Ross was doing all of a sudden reached this point of no return and I couldn't think anymore; I was totally at the mercy of the pleasure.

I stopped sucking at that point. I still had Ross's cock in my mouth but my lips were open and his thing was just knocking around in there like that metal hammer inside a hollow bell. And when I felt hands pulling me back, I just went. I scooted backward until my pussy was directly over my twin's face, and then let him lower me down and down and then my swollen lips were mashed right down against his mouth and nose. I squirmed a little and enjoyed the feeling, and then sat up—still straddling Ross's face—arched my back and clasped my hands behind my neck. I spread my elbows wide, as wide as I could, and just squatted/knelt like that while Ross's tongue drove deep up inside me.

So many orgasms! I lost count. Ten maybe. Maybe twenty—I don't know. All of them strung together like endless waves hitting the shore and every time one of them hit the shore in froth and a roar, the next one was right behind it, splashing onto the sand before the water of the first had even pulled back! Then my bottom half started to squirm and undulate while my torso held steady. It was like I was doing a little squirmy dance right on top of my brother's face, but he didn't complain and I didn't either. I came more, came faster. It started to feel like one continuous orgasm, and then I happened to open my eyes and look down and saw Ross's cock still standing stiff and bare and beautiful, and with several silvery trails of that clear goo running down the sides. I'd been amiss in my duties and let the stuff run down too far—that's what I was thinking—and the next moment I leaned over and got his thing in my mouth again, sucking it dry of all those precious droplets and streams. I heard Ross moan and only hoped that he'd spurt again—this time directly into my mouth—but it didn't happen. He suddenly pulled the both of us over onto our sides—still connected mouth to pussy and mouth to cock—and then, in this more comfortable position, we just curled up (or stretched-out in my case) and kept going at it.

I remember I was so into what I was doing I didn't even care when Ross stopped tongue-fucking my cunt and leaned back and sort of gathered my legs up so he could kiss them. Just like before, it was just about the same level of turn-on having my legs and feet kissed as it was having a tongue in my pussy! I let him bend my knees and push my legs together and then felt shiver after shiver as his lips ran up and down my shins and knees and down my thighs and then back again. He started kissing the tops of my feet again and, just like before, I came.

—Except this time I had something really neat and sexy in my mouth to play with! And I wasn't going to give it up for Ross's feet or toes or anything else! But then this weird mental thing happened and it spaced me totally out. It wasn't unexpected—I guess—but my brother took hold of my feet and pointed them at his mouth and started sucking my toes like before, except this time, since I had his cock in my mouth this weird thought just popped into my head.

If we were twin brothers, he'd be sucking my cock right now instead of my toes. We'd be sucking each other's cock and not thinking anything about it. I wonder if he wishes I were a guy. Gawd that feels good. But...where was I? Oh yeah, and if he were a chick and I were a guy, still no problem! I'd be sucking...her clit and—

—Then I had what I guess you could call a 'toe-orgasm' because my mind just exploded and my body followed, and then my body was still squeezing and trembling when my mind came back. I opened my eyes, got my mouth off Ross's dong and looked down at him as he went on kissing my feet and sucking my toes. It was so easy to see him as a chick, since he had such a pretty face and pretty shoulders—and of course his legs and feet. I mean, he could've shaved his legs, dressed up in one of my outfits and been a chick if he wanted! And I'd be doing it to him/her; just pressing my mouth down on her pussy, sucking her sweet juices, drinking fresh from her overflowing fountain.

Then I seemed to float back into my body, took a last look at my brother, closed my eyes and went back to having my legs made love to while I enjoyed sucking dick. But though I was me again, and could feel my toes being kissed and could enjoy the feeling of having the spongy head of Ross's thing gliding past my tonsils, I didn't feel all the way back. It was like I was disconnected a little bit and mobile.  I was spacing out on this whole weird and wonderful new feeling when Ross let my feet go, spread my legs and muff-dived me! His tongue was deep inside me before I could think (he'd had lots of practice already!), and I came so hard I thought I was going to pee or something! Instead, I got this really harsh and aggressive horniness all over; like my body was expanding, muscles were bulging and my heart was exploding. There was only one thing I wanted, and right then, right there, I was going to have it. 

Closing my legs and letting my brother's dong slip from my mouth, I rolled away from him, out of his reach, got up on my knees and quickly straddled him. He was just looking at me in surprise, and then his face got all calm and beautiful looking—like light was glowing out of his eyes—and I inched up into the right place, reached down under and between my legs and found his stiff thing, and then guided it as I lowered myself onto it. The head squished between my pussy lips and I shivered through and through. Gasping, I stopped. I opened my eyes and smiled down at Ross and he smiled back.

"...this is the real thing, huh?" he whispered, and I nodded. Now it wouldn't just be oral sex or touching or kissing. This would be sexual intercourse,  and I hoped—even though I sort of knew—that this wouldn't be the last time. Then I sat down and felt my brother's cock slide right up inside me all the way.

I didn't think it would feel that big, but it did. It totally filled me, stretched my insides so the fit was way more than snug, and the friction, even though it was lubed with plenty of my own secretions, had me in orgasm long before my pussy lips rested on Ross's hairy crotch!

I closed my eyes, enjoying every ripple, every shiver of pleasure that was traveling up and down through me. My pussy clenched the huge intrusion and it made me gasp. I held my breath, not wanting to move but at the same time wanting to just wildly hump Ross. I so needed to fuck that it was incredible—almost agonizingly so—but I just sat there with him completely engulfed in my body, feeling my heart race, hearing it explode in my ears like a bass drum at a parade, and then finally started to lift upward so I could slam down again. But I drifted. My mind drifted away on a cloud—a soft, golden, warm cloud. I opened my eyes and saw myself like I was in a mirror, totally naked, on my knees above me, my head fallen back, my mouth slack and open and my eyes shut. For a moment the thought came to me You are so gorgeous, Sissy! So beautiful!  And it was true—in a way.

—Except I wasn't the one thinking it, really.

Then I could feel my crotch and something long about it, and that it was covered with hot, slick flesh, and then that tight tube of flesh was rubbing upward along my length and there was a shiver and my ass-hole tightened. Then that glove of sweet, wet cunt-flesh was pushing down all the way, just like a wet mouth. I opened my eyes to see me—myself—going down and then up again shakily, but it wasn't me.  I looked at this beautiful naked girl's boobs, her creamy shoulders, her throat and tummy and then lowered my eyes to see her bush and thighs and how the muscles of the thighs were all tense and hard, then looked up again and realized I was looking down at my brother, as he stared into my eyes. (continued in part 2)



Twin-Time Ch. 02



"You're so hot," Ross sighed, but I knew it wasn't just an idle compliment. Somehow, just then, we'd switched bodies—for just a moment—and while I'd been seeing out his eyes, looking at my body, he'd been in me, feeling how hot I actually was inside. I felt like I was burning up with some wonderful fever, but felt faint and strong all at the same time. I lifted up and pushed down, then went up and down again faster, then faster. In a moment or two I was just absolutely humping my brother, as fast and as furiously as anyone in any of those movies—doing it mindlessly.

Well, the only thing on my mind was how incredible it felt!

At one point I glanced down and noticed my boobs and how they were jouncing on my chest from how hard I was slamming myself up and down. I spaced out on them a little bit, wondering what I must've looked like with everything bouncing and hair flying and skin getting glossy with sweat—and the next moment I was smiling up at this image of me—from Ross's point of view, and I have to say, it didn't look as bad as I thought it would.

It was sort of sexy in a way actually. At least my tits aren't huge like in some of those movies, or I would've been getting knocked in the face like a boxer or something, but the little jounce/jiggles were kind of cute I thought. Then I watched myself freeze and gasp and shiver all over. Something gripped my lower length like a fist, and then it fluttered and wavered, and then the sight of this sweaty, out of breath, jouncing-tit girl suddenly got to me. I so wanted to just fuck her, to fuck the daylights out of her. She was so beautiful, so pretty and sexy, hot looking and so fuckable. I began rolling my pelvis in rhythm with her, slamming my length up and down, and my length reached further up inside her each time. I was so deep in her—all the way. All her overflowing wetness had my crotch drenched and there was a wet slappy sound each time she hit bottom. I pushed up deep, and then could not contain myself. I sat up, and for a moment just leaned there on my hands, watching her going at it—eyes closed, totally mindless and unaware of me watching. I reached one hand out and cupped her boob, squeezed it. Her eyes flew open, her mouth was in an O shape and she came while gazing right into my eyes. I smiled and then reached around her waist to make her wait, then rolled the both of us back so she was on her back and I was on top of her—still buried to the hilt in her hot flesh. 

Then I found myself on my back, looking up at Ross. My legs spread wide, wrapped around him, and he pulled back and shoved himself deep into me. I came. Big time! My whole body vibrated. He pulled back and rammed in again, and then started to just do it to me. It was what I wanted; just to be there, legs open wide, taking his thing deep into me on each thrust. I was just getting comfortable in the position when my brother collected my legs in front of him—up against his chest, and then pulled them both over his left shoulder. Then he resumed giving me his thing, deep and strong and rhythmically. I came some more, but when he started kissing my ankles and calves the energy—the excitement—just went over the top. I didn't even know if I'd survive at that point, but the orgasms just went on and on, wave after wave, lifting and crashing, making my mind float away again. I was drifting on this fluffy cloud of pleasure, that intense lightning storm stuff, but it seemed far away somehow. Like thunder in the distance. I opened my eyes and felt this strange calmness come over me. I could feel my twin's organ ramming me, could feel my body react and respond but it was like watching a movie again—from a third person's point of view—a voyeur. 

Again I have to say it looked totally hot though! It wasn't just two people fucking on a bed—it was two people I knew, and the fact that I also knew how they felt about each other really made a difference. They weren't acting or making 'pleasure faces' or anything. It was real. They were really feeling what they looked like they were feeling. I turned my head and saw how sexy it looked to see this cute guy sucking this pretty girl's toes like that. I say she was pretty because, well, even though she never thought of herself too highly in the beauty department, I realized that she actually was nice looking. Sexy too. There was all this emotion flowing out of her in incredible amounts and there seemed to be more than enough left over.

The guy, in the same way, was filled with complete and utter passion. He really thought the girl was cute and fuckable looking and the fact that he was fucking her was more than enough for him. I could almost hear his thoughts, and every one centered on [her and how wonderful she was, how attractive, how smooth she was, how naked she was. He loved her deeply, but it had always been a brotherly sort of love. Best friends. That was it: they were each other's best friend, but now, now they were engaged in the most intimate of things, and every second was a jewel to him.

And to her.

Now their bodies moved together; their rhythm was perfect, complimentary. It seemed as if they had always done this together. The girl then pulled her legs back out of the guy's reach, bent her knees and then presented her pointing feet to his face. His smile was sweet and earnest and glad. He accepted her offer—one she had only then realized was more than appropriate—and held both her feet gently in his hands as he resumed enjoying what was obviously a favorite part of her. This, while his pelvis went on ramming and thrusting into her!

Also obvious now was how much she enjoyed having her feet played with—and how it perfectly complimented her lover's attraction to them. Her body stiffened from the pleasure racing from her toes, and as he rammed and sucked, she came so hard her body jerked and made the bed quiver. Another explosive release went through her and then she relaxed and seemed to come back—

—To myself. You're so handsome Ross, my brother-lover-friend! And you're fucking me so perfectly. Never in my wildest dreams! Such a bad cliché but it's all I have right...nowwww....  

My whole underside, from pubic bone all the way to tailbone, was relaxed, yawning, open and stretched. All my muscles were warmed and ready, as if I'd worked out—and in fact I was still working out. I lay there idly gazing up at my brother and smiling to myself about how he so enjoyed sucking my toes, just basically spacing out on the whole thing, and then this little orgasmic twinge went through me and made my bung-hole squeeze, and although those quivers had been happening already, it made me really focus there and I knew that I was wanting even that part of me to be filled.

Orgasms. One...two...three...six... They made my mind fade away—entirely. Lips around my toes, feet together bottom-to-bottom now, big strong, thick thing in my pussy, ramming, ramming away. A girl could get used to it.

And why not? Why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't I feel good? 

More orgasms. I was so wet it was like I was spurting, but I knew it was just that plunging shaft displacing my river. My goo was running down and out of me, down between my buns, into my crack, making a puddle. It felt like quarts had seeped out of me and my backside was being pressed down into a thick, gooey swamp.

But my feet'll stay clean! How could they get dirty in all this mud and muck while someone was constantly bathing them clean and dry? 

My fingers let go of my knees and drifted down, down my thighs. The tingle was wonderful. I gave myself goose-bumps, but it was nothing like what was being done to the rest of me! I sighed, focused on the deeply driving prong which was now slamming in and out of me like a piston in some car engine, and let my fingers trail down my thighs, down over my hips, and then down and around to where my buns were being slapped by this wonderful man's hips and pelvis. 

I was so wet there—a gooey kind of wet. So thick and syrupy, all dribbling, oozing downward. My buns were warm to the touch. I figured my whole body was like that. But the rest of me wasn't so slimy-wet; not like here. I reached further down and around, got my fingertips sandwiched between my buns and the Ross's crotch for a few thrusts, and then slid my fingers downward through my warm, gooey crack. It felt like soft dough—soft and moist.

—More than moist though—totally slick. I touched the very center of my pucker and it cringed and squeezed, and then, without really thinking, I pushed my fingertip through that gooey ring.

—And felt as though I'd just stuck my finger into an electric socket! 

The orgasm was so strong my body jerked hard—almost panicking me. Somewhere far away something was sucking the big-toe of my right foot (or was it the left? I couldn't tell), and something else was inserted in my...body, between my thighs, really deeply. Now something else was in my rear, and it felt so good I started to cry. Then something changed; I was rolling sideways, feeling my knees under me, against the sheets. On my knees...and hands now, back concave, mouth hanging open. There was a fury within me, a tempest, a storm. I shivered in the cold heat of it all. I could feel my nipples jutting on my down-hanging boobs, and then another change—the thick thing, the stiff thing with the tender tip pushing against my bung-hole; pushing, easing, stretching.

It was too big! Something would tear, split, but now, now it seemed to yawn and spread slowly open; to relax and dilate and open like a slow-moving flower. Opening wider and wider as the intrusion gently pushed and entered and stopped and seemed to thicken and become even stiffer. It was hot, like a metal rod, but still delicate and smooth. It felt as though my opening was silky and slick, and then the thing pushed in deeper and a rippling current seemed to spread up my spine and then outwards through the ribs and skin and muscle until the electric shock of it touched and met on my other side—my front side—and made the circuit complete. My body shivered in the electric flutter, the waves of pleasure, and then the thick thing pulled back and pushed in again and I felt the root of it, the base, make contact with my buns. 

Taking a breath I opened my eyes and looked down. I expected to see the tangled, wrinkled sheets, but instead saw the backside of the pretty girl, on her hands and knees. I could feel the tightness of her body around my length, squeezing against it on all sides even as I pushed and pulled. I was in the unnatural opening, but it felt wonderful! And she had not shied away from the insertion even though it was unnatural.

What did that mean—unnatural? Literally, I knew, but here, now? Her beautiful, sweet toes in my mouth—unnatural? Then so be it—I'm Unnatural! 

I glanced down to the side, saw her hip and thigh and calf just below. I saw her foot—her heel and the ball of her foot—peeking out beneath. She was poised like a runner, but I knew she wouldn't go forward very far. She even now pushed back against me and took my full length within her—unnaturally!

Shivers raced through my body. He was in my ass, my rectum—all of him, every inch. Deep inside and now pulling back. The friction was like before; slick but rubbing, almost squeaking inside me. Out halfway, then in deep. More shivers. My nipples felt like they were going to shoot sparks out. I wondered if the bed would catch fire. 

In and out, faster now; each thrust deep and measured. My brother—in my ass! Fucking my ass-hole, sodomizing me. All those terms and words meant nothing—nothing compared to the actual feeling of it! I remembered one of the pretty porn actresses with the big boobs, having her ass drilled by that guy (and that girl with the dildo in that other scene!), and her face was overly contorted; no real emotion or feeling. Maybe she'd done it too many times that day. Maybe her bung-hole was numb from all the screwing, but mine wasn't. It was alive. It felt different than having something in my pussy, but even that was okay—more than okay!

Then I heard Ross—(wasn't he my brother too?)—moaning. He caught his breath. It was his voice. He gasped inward and then he pushed his thing all the way inside me—in my butt!—and stayed there. He didn't move, but I felt his thing lifting and pulsating within me and the shiver from that seemed to race all over me at the same time—even down to my fingers and toes—and I gasped and came, and while I was coming, Ross was coming too.

Deep, deep in my butt!

After that the world seemed to fade and sag and lean and I remember moving down onto my front and the weight and presence of my brother moving with me until he was laying on my back. He, I guess, still held his full weight on his elbows and knees, but there was enough pressure to make me feel nice. Like being covered with a warm, sweaty blanket—one that had a part of it still shoved way up between my buns! I tried to calm my breathing, but it was difficult; every time I thought I'd gotten it settled, there'd be another little spasm of pleasure and my heart would race and I'd gasp. I don't know how long that went on for, but it seem like weeks and wonderful weeks went by with my brother's thing still sunk into me.

Then it started to shrink and my bowels started to expel him like...well, you know. It started to squeeze out and finally popped out with a soft but audible ploop.  The feeling of it exiting was almost as electrifying as when it entered, but then Ross was slipping off to the side and laying against me with one leg over. He put an arm over my shoulders and hugged me close and tight, but I was really wiped out now; unable to move hardly at all. I turned my head the other way to face him since I didn't like looking at the clock—12:37am it said—and when I looked at Ross, I recognized him as my twin brother, but he was also something else now. Something wonderful. I smiled at him and he smiled back, and then he closed his eyes and I closed mine.

And now, it's like I said at the beginning: I feel wonderful and it's the next morning, and I'm still having little twinges from what we'd done. I don't know where Ross is—I think I hear the shower going—but I know he'll be back. I hope it's soon because there's so much I want to do—again! One night, one seven-hour long session just wasn't enough. I want him again. I want him all day. Today is Saturday.

—Only...that first night wasn't just last night; it was...three weeks ago! I closed my eyes and counted, trying to tally everything. Thirty-five times together, sometimes two and three times a day, every day. Fourteen times in my cunt, eighteen in my mouth, twenty-one times in my ass. Gawd how Ross loves my ass!

Then I jerked him off eight times. It was neat; he fingered me and I stroked him. Perfect!

But then...seventeen times he came on my feet. That was incredible. My toes still feel sticky from last night! So many days, so many ways. Ahemm.... 

I started to miss him though. It had been almost ten minutes of me laying there, the twisted sheets tangled around me, remembering the night before. I got up and got my peek-a-boo garment off me and padded naked to the bathroom. I opened the door and steam vapor came billowing out making me feel all warm and happy, and I stepped in and closed the door behind me. Ross was just a moving shape behind the shower curtain. I pulled one end back and stepped in. A moment later, and him still trying to quickly rinse shampoo foam off his face so he could see, I was kneeling in front of my beautiful brother, allowing my lips and tongue and throat to reacquaint themselves with him thing. Ten minutes after that, drenched from the ongoing spray from the shower, I received a nice, thick mouthful of my brother's goo; it made me smile as I swallowed it.

Another minute or two after that with the shower water off and both of us still dripping, I received another sort of shower from my brother. It was something we'd just started experimenting with, and so far, the results were positive.

Way positive!

The End