We looked into each other’s eyes, our breathing heavy and wet. Without saying a word, those gazes said everything; our ‘twin telepathy’ was babbling out of control, “I want you so badly,” “I’m sorry,” “I love you,” “what did we just do,” “fuck, you are hot”. At that moment, I didn’t know exactly what to do. My cock was still as hard as if I hadn’t just orgasmed but my hand, my bed, and the small amount of cum that had landed on my sister’s pussy betrayed that fact. I was throbbing and eager for more, much more. My sister had one more post-orgasmic shudder and dropped her eyes. She crawled towards me and pushed me back so that I was lying down and then laid beside me without saying a word, her head on my chest.
We are twins, so we have always been close. It was not unusual for us to lay like this. We sometimes laid on the couch like this and watched movies. Our mom would roll her eyes at us sometimes while laughing and telling us that we weren’t normal and we’d explain to her that we did the same thing when we were in her womb, so why should it be any different now? As complete as I always felt when I was with my twin sister, now somehow, I felt even more whole. We lay there in silence, other than the sound of our rhythmic breathing when the doorknob moved and there was a thump at the door. Our mom! She tried the doorknob again which my sister had, thankfully, locked when she came into my room.
“Daniel, please open the door right now!” my mother said. My sister and I scrambled on the bed. I pulled my pajama pants up and she moved to the opposite end of the bed. She tossed a throw blanket over the cum that was all over my bedspread. My sister got up and walked over to the door, unlocking and opening it. “Hi mom.’ she sheepishly said while peeking from behind the door at my mom, who walked in the room. My mother stood there, rubbing a small red place on her forehead where her head had bumped into the door when she tried to enter the room. She looked at my sister and me with a hand on her hip and told us “You two know how I feel about locked doors. I know you’re eighteen now and feel like you two are grown up but the rules of this house still apply to you even though you’re both ‘adults’ now.” My sister and I both looked down guiltily and said, in chorus, “Yes, mom.”
Mom’s reminder of her feelings about locked doors was a somber reminder of dad. Our dad had a moral and legally ambiguous employment situation and whenever the door to his office in our home was locked, everybody knew that business was being conducted, we were to stay away and he was off-limits. This was for our own safety but this placed a great deal of stress on our mom. It never bothered my sister or me. We thought it was cool that our dad led a half-secret life surrounded by mystery and intrigue.
Mom broke the silence with a more upbeat tone, “Anyway, you two get dressed, we have one last birthday dinner to go to. I know I had to work late tonight but I told you two to be ready for me to pick you up! We’re going to Barnaby’s. Your uncle Tuna and family are going to be there!” This was enough to get us up and moving. My sister ran out to her room and I got off of my bed, conscious of my erection and turning away from my mom as soon as I stood up, feeling as though my hard-on must be as obvious as a neon sign. My mom took a step closer and put her hand on my shoulder and asked if everything was okay. “You two looked upset, is everything okay?” “I looked over my shoulder at my mom and said “Sure, mom, everything is good. Celia was just telling me about something that happened to her at school today and she wanted some advice.” Mom laughed and said, “Well, you are three and a half minutes older, so I can see why she sought your wise counsel.” She smacked my butt, told me to get ready, and headed out of my room. I walked over and closed my door and rested my forehead against it. My head was still spinning from everything that had happened with my sister. I couldn’t…I didn’t want to think of anything else. The thought of getting a chance to see our family tonight at dinner was great but I didn’t know how I’d be able to maintain my composure.
“Would you two hurry up?!” my mom called from downstairs. I grabbed my jacket and jogged down the hallway. I ran into my sister’s room to see if she was ready yet, not wanting mom to get angry at having to ask twice. I rounded the corner into her bath and said “Come on, are you coming?” My sister was leaning against the open doorframe to her closet and, while she was dressed, her jeans were unbuttoned with her hand down her pants. She looked at me, guiltily for a second and then burst out laughing. At that moment, I knew that everything was going to be okay. I wanted to help her out but instead said “Come on, brat, mom’s going to lose it if we don’t get down there now!” My sister snickered again, “Okay, jerk, then let’s go!” as she buttoned her jeans and pushed me towards the hallway. We bounded down the stairs to the foyer and my mom stood there looking at us. “I can’t believe my babies are all grown up now.” She had a distant look on her face as we all headed out to the car and on our way to dinner.
The 5-minute car ride was spent in silence as we each prepared in our own way. Time with the family was always happy and enjoyable but also stressful. It was stressful for my mom because there would be updates and conversations about dad. My sister looked forward to it, as Uncle Tuna and everyone else always called her Princess and showered her with gifts and compliments. I found it to be stressful, as I felt judged and pressured to get into the family business, which I had mixed feelings about doing. The car came to a stop and we all got out and walked into Barnaby’s for the final celebration after a week of celebrating our eighteenth birthday.
The celebration dinner was not as bad as I had feared. Barnaby’s was a family favorite (it has been one of our family’s favorite hangouts as long as we’ve been alive) and the staff there knew us by name, so it was very comfortable. Uncle Tuna and the family seemed in good spirits, as well. My sister received a diamond bracelet and I received a very nice watch and a business card with a name and number on it. Uncle Tuna instructed me to call Joey in the morning and I could leave my job at Valley Lo and start making some ‘man money’ since I was a man now. I tried arguing that I was still in school and just wanted to be a regular kid but he put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a look that made it clear that I was to follow his instructions. Uncle Tuna was not used to being questioned or having excuses given to him. My mom gave me an encouraging but pleading look to acquiesce to his demands and, so I did.
The evening wound to a close and mom drove us home. We got inside the house and our mom told us that she was going to head to bed because she had to be back at the hospital early in the morning. My sister and I went upstairs to our rooms and got ready for bed. When I finished cleaning up in my bathroom I walked back into my bedroom and look towards my desk. The card that Uncle Tuna gave me. I sat down and my head sank into my hands and I weighed the choices before me that I did not feel ready to make yet. My sister knocked lightly as she opened the door to my room and came in, locking the door behind her. I looked at her in mock surprise and said “Young lady, you know how I feel about locked doors.” She said “Okay, mom, get over it,” laughing and going to lay down on my bed. She turned on the tv just in time to hear the closing statement from the Tonight Show band and see Johnny Carson walk through the brightly colored curtains and onto his mark to deliver his monologue. She lay on my bed, her long brown hair shiny and spread out over my pillows. I forgot about my bigger problems and walked over to my bed, slightly hard thinking about earlier and seeing her lying on my bed. Her eyes caught the outline of my cock through my sweatpants and giggled and said “So, you’ve finally decided that you’re going to give me a present for my birthday?” We notoriously never got each other presents for our birthday and although neither of us ever felt compelled to buy a gift for each other, we both always bitch that we don’t receive presents from each other.
She reached out and put her hand on my crotch and squeezed me. Her eyes looked as full of desire as I’m sure mine must-have. I pushed down my sweatpants and pulled back the covers to my bed and slid in beside my sister. I was surprised that I couldn’t see my cock pulsing along with my pounding heartbeat but it was now fully erect. She put her hand back on my cock and it looked so sexy. My sister is 5’3” tall, with green eyes and soft, thick brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. She played soccer, tennis, and did gymnastics, so her physique was outstanding. She was slim with a flat stomach and had larger thighs than most girls. Her ass was smallish but round and firm. I was about to find out how much I love the way that it feels in my hands when I hold her close against me. So, my darling sister is sexy and petite and her small hand on my cock made it look bigger than it has ever looked and it turned me on. It felt like she was making my cock bigger, making me better. I put my hand on her stomach and slid it up towards her breasts, pushing her t-shirt up on the way. Her tits, less than a foot from my face looked incredible. I bent my head down and started kissing them and a soft moan escaped her lips. She took her hand off of me to lift her t-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. I felt intoxicated kissing her tits, licking them…tracing her areola and nipples with the tip of my tongue. Her areola started out puffy and large but I saw them seem to shrink and firm up, along with her dime-sized nipples harden beneath my tongue. She had one arm around my shoulders and her other hand was on the back of my fingers, her fingers gently pulling my hair and keeping my head pressed against her (as if I wanted to be anywhere else!).
“Danny,” I heard her quiet, soft voice say “please lick me.” My head was buzzing and I looked up into her eyes as I slid down, trailing my tongue against her skin as I slid down. I put my hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs out, pushing her legs spread apart. I didn’t know what to do first, my head spinning. I began kissing her upper, inner thighs and gently nibbling on them. I loved feeling her squirm and feeling her groan softly in her throat. I brought my hands closer to her trimmed patch of dark brown hair and put my fingers against her and savored the feeling of her hair, noticing the contrast of its coarseness when compared to her soft, thick hair. I felt the dampness and the heat radiating from her pussy. I gently traced her puffy pussy lips with my fingertips before sliding two of my fingers lengthwise between them. I spread my fingers and again was struck by the contrast of the bright light pink inside against the darker, flushed outer skin of her pussy lips. I brought my head down closer with my tongue sticking out as if I were about to touch it to a frozen flag pole. I had no idea what I was doing. The tip of my tongue made contact with her in her most vulnerable and open place. I loved the warmth and dampness that was radiating out that I felt on my face. I was expecting it to smell and taste bad, like fish, as so many comedians and kids around school had made jokes about it. In complete contrast, there wasn’t any identifiable smell or taste. I just accepted that it was how Celia smelled and tasted and I loved it…I didn’t ever want to breathe in anything other than her scent or taste anything else. I began with soft long licks from the bottom of where her pussy opened to me, tracing around the edge of her lips up to the top of her pussy. When my tongue slid against where her clit is, her entire body jumped and she gasped. I again thought of all of the ‘man in a boat’ jokes I had heard and how no comedian or actor I had ever seen knew how to find the clitoris. Given her reaction, I guessed that I had just found it and that all of those people must be fucking idiots. It’s right there. So, since I liked her reaction, I ran my tongue against her clit and her hand quickly went down to the back of my head and pressed me firmly against her. I breathed through my nose, taking in her warm and sexy scent as I fluttered my tongue across her clit. I sucked on the hood of flesh around it and her entire body tensed up and she whined and moaned inside her mouth, holding my head firmly in place against her. Knowing that I was making her feel this good like this made me feel like a god.
I heard her say “Come here.” I looked up at her and slithered my way up trying to keep as much of my body in contact with hers as possible. I was acutely aware that the tip of my cock was pressing against her somewhere between her legs. One of her hands slid from the back of my head so that her hand was against my cheek. She looked into my eyes and said “I love you, Danny.” It felt as if she sucked all of the air out of my lungs. My heart and my cock both jumped as I lay there on top of her against her perfectly soft, slightly sweaty skin with her hand on my cheek and we looked into each other’s eyes. It was the most surreal moment of my life. Of course, we loved each other…we were family. Brother and sister. Twins. We shared a unique closeness before our birthday week began a week ago. But she wasn’t saying “I love you, brother.” She was saying it like we had heard our parents say it; like people said it in movies. I saw in her eyes everything that I felt and I bent my head down and kissed her as I had never imagined kissing my sister before. Our soft lips touched and pressed together and my head continued to spin. I felt her tongue against my lips and then slide between them. Our tongues touched and softly danced and slid against each other. I ground my hips against her, as my cock felt full and ready to explode. I kissed her and pulled away from the kiss to look down at her perfect tits, down her flat stomach, and the patch of hair between her legs. It was like the Playboy magazines I had looked at with my friends had been full of some sort of half-rate women because no pictures that I had seen compared to what I was looking at now. I kissed her again and said, “I want more but I don’t have a rubber.” She rolled her eyes smiled at me and said “Danny, it’s okay, I’ve been on the pill since I was 14.” She reached down and grasped my cock and placed the head of my cock against her slippery wet pussy and arched her hips up off the bed. I could feel her soft and wet pussy lips barely slip around the very tip of my cock. I felt harder than I had ever been in my life. Her other hand slid around to the base of my back and pulled me into her while her legs wrapped around me. My entire body was buzzing. She pulled me into her and I felt the head of my cock fully enveloped in her warmth. Her tight ring of muscles inside those puffy lips slid past the head of my cock and we both moaned in delight. She threw her head back and softly let out a high pitch growl “Oooooh!” My entire body was tingling as if I were touching a live wire. I instinctively pressed into her and felt my entire length slide deeper inside of her. Her breaths were shallow and fast; her mouth against my neck. She kissed my shoulder and my neck…she sucked on my neck which made me feel like another live wire was coursing energy throughout every nerve ending. I slid in reverse until I felt the head of my cock reach that tight ring of muscles inside of her pussy and I slowly moved to fill her again. I thought her small hand on my cock made me feel big…but seeing her pussy stretched around me made me feel even more so. I started to move with a very slow and gentle rhythm in and out of her wet, noisy pussy.
I bent down to kiss her tits again and suck on her nipples. When I took her nipple into my mouth, I gently ran my teeth across the edge of it, ran my tongue underneath it, and sucked on it. When I did, I felt her already perfectly tight pussy squeeze down even more on my cock. It was too much for me and I knew that I was going to cum. I moved up to kiss her. I placed my hand on her cheek/the side of her neck and kissed her deeply, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth as I pressed my cock fully into her. I felt the tip of my cock feel as though it had reached a wall…felt the tight ring of muscles inside of her gripping the base of my cock. Our mouths were on one another and I told her that I loved her and that I was going to cum. “Please, baby, cum for me,” she said. We went back to kissing and our breathing was oppositely in sync so that we were breathing in each other’s exhalation and our bodies were fully and completely one. My head swam even more, both from the intense pleasure, the raw emotion, and the lack of oxygen. The tip of my cock began to tingle and burn as I exploded deep inside of my sister. We moaned into each other’s mouths and I felt her pussy get even tighter around me. My cock felt like a raw nerve and the ecstasy was too much that I couldn’t stand to move. I kept myself buried as far inside of her as I could be. We stayed like that for I don’t even know how long. We kissed and shared each other’s breath and then I rested my head down beside hers, our breathing and heartbeats finally slowing. “I meant it, you know,” she said quietly. “What?” I asked. “I love you, Daniel.” As if she had not elicited enough earth-shattering responses from me, this one was intense, as well. In our eighteen years, she may have called me Daniel, instead of Danny, a total of three times. I felt it and knew it as much as I had heard it. “I love you, too, Cecelia.” If she had only used my full name three times, I had never used hers but I felt like I should since she had. She laughed and said, “I know that.”
I slid out of her, still completely hard, and moved beside her, and got under the covers. “Mom had to go into the hospital early in the morning. Stay with me?” I asked her. She looked at me with a look that said as clearly as if she had spoken the words, “ya think?” She reached for the light switch beside my headboard and turned out the lights in my room. She slid down under the covers beside me and laid her head on my chest. Her hand slid down my stomach and she took my cock in her hand “Goodnight jerk,” and gave me a squeeze and a stroke. I held her close and kissed the top of her head, “Goodnight, brat.” We were much more familiar using these names for each other through our childhood and it was the only thing that felt familiar in this new reality we had created for ourselves. Questions raced through my mind of what would happen when we went back to school. I didn’t want anything to go back to ‘normal,’ This was what I wanted…now that we had come to this place that I never imagined we would find ourselves it felt as if I had, or should have at least, should have always wanted. If I thought that I felt complete earlier when we had gotten off for each other, I found now, that it was only a shadow of what being complete was. As I lay listening to only the sound of our breathing, I wondered how much more complete and whole it was possible to feel. While I knew it was impossible to imagine things I have not felt or experienced, I knew with every fiber of my being that I could only find the answers with my sister. She was my perfect other-self. We began where the other ended. We fit together, in every way, perfectly. We were made together and we were made to be together.
There are not many things I felt or thought as an eighteen-year-old that turned out exactly the way I imagined or hoped that they would but, in this case, it is what I thought it would be. As a young man, I couldn’t fathom the depths of or the strength of the emotions and the bonds we would share through our lives but here we are…better, stronger, more real than anything else in this insane world. I love her and I’m loved by her. I know better than to think we are at the pinnacle of happiness or our togetherness because I have been proven wrong every time I previously thought we were there.
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