Sam watched his sister as she dozed against him. She lay, spread out like a starfish on her belly, head resting in the crook of his arm, and her arm draped across his chest. He could hear the soft shallowness of her breathing.
His eyes roamed over her naked frame, taking in the soft skin of her back, the firm curve of her ass. He lingered on her peaceful face, lingering on the imperfections that made her perfect. He couldn’t keep the small smile from tugging at the corners of his lips.
After what felt like a long time, Em’s eyes fluttered open and met his. They looked larger than usual and seemed to shimmer.
“Hey,” she said sleepily.
“Hey yourself.”
She stretched lazily, then pressed her lips to his shoulder. Sam brushed a loose strand of hair from her face.
“What time is it?” she asked.
Sam craned around to glance at the bedside clock. “A little after 4.”
Em groaned as she pulled away from him. “I should get ready,” she said. “Karen’s thing is supposed to start in a half hour, and I need a shower and a wardrobe change.”
“Shame you can’t go as you are,” Sam said, staring meaningfully at the shape of her breasts and her tight belly.
She punched him lightly on the arm. “Pervert,” she said playfully.
“Guy,” he said, by way of response.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, but a grin broke through on her lips. She rolled from her bed. Then she leaned over and kissed him. When they eventually parted, Sam’s lips hummed.
“You wanna tidy up downstairs while I grab a shower?” she said.
“Remember the conversation we had about Dad very specifically not leaving you in charge?”
“He wouldn’t leave you in charge,” she replied by instinct. “All infants need a babysitter.”
“Nobody would trust you to babysit a doll.”
She squinted at him thoughtfully, then found his lips again. This time, when she pulled back, she batted her eyelids at him. “Please Sammy,” she purred, “for me?”
“That’s cheating,” he said, as he rolled out of the bed and started out of her room. Her soft tinkling laughter followed him downstairs.
Sam pulled his clothes on, collected Em’s, then stood for a moment in the living room, staring at the TV. Stared at it, but didn’t see it. His mind was elsewhere. They’d really done that, hadn’t they? Slept together. He’d taken his sister’s virginity. Sam shook his head. He felt bad about the last. Not the taking of it, no, but the fact that his first time hadn’t been with her as well. It should have been. Well, there wasn’t anything he could do about that. Just console himself that this had been the first time with someone who really meant something to him.
And Em really did. He’d meant what he said earlier; he was in love with her. Not just loved her like a sister, like a twin. Honest to god in Capital L Love with her. He supposed he always had been, but just hadn’t allowed himself to realise it. And she was in love with him. He grinned, thinking of the last.
Sam came back up the stairs just as Em was leaving the bathroom. She had a thick towel wrapped around her torso. They passed each other on the landing, eyes locked, and suddenly Sam heard a resounding thwack and felt a sharp sting on his rump; Em had slapped his butt as she went by. He gave an exaggerated gasp of shock, and she chuckled cutely.
“Oh, Sammy,” she called as she reached her door. He turned, and she opened her towel to flash him, tilting her hips from side to side.
“Nice,” he said as his eyes drank in the image of her still-damp skin. She flushed, grinning, then vanished into her room.
Sam collapsed into his chair. Checking his Twitch account told him he’d gained 50 new subscribers last night, no doubt all of them sent by EmMe after his unknowing cameo in her video. He felt somewhat pleased by that; they may have come because of his sister’s tight body and evocative dancing, but he was the one who had managed to get them interested in his own stuff enough to stick around.
*Either that,* he thought, *or they hope Em will make appearances in my streams now too. Guys really are perverts.*
Well, she wasn’t going to. They would keep those things separate as they had before. Besides, based on the conversations in chat last night, some of his viewers had probably checked out her stuff too.
*Perverts,* he thought again.
“What do you think?” The voice cut through Sam’s thoughts.
Em stood in his doorway. She’d dressed now; a pair of skin-tight black jeans, cut to look worn and torn, and a loose lilac knitted jumper. Her hair was curlier than usual, and her eyes stood out from smoky makeup. Her lips were full and pink from gloss. She gave a slow turn, letting him see the outfit from all angles.
Sam’s mouth went dry as he took in the shape of her frame; her legs, her shapely ass, and the soft curve of her chest beneath the jumper.
She caught his eye, and grinned. “That good, huh?”
“You look beautiful,” he said.
“Well, I can’t trust you to be unbiased,” she said. “But I appreciate the effort.”
She came across the room to him, standing bent over behind him and resting her chin on his shoulder, arms around him. She smelled great, the aroma of her perfume making his head swim. He told her as much, and she purred into his ear.
“Well, that’s good to know,” she said. She kissed his cheek. “What are you going to do tonight then?”
“Dunno,” he said. “Probably watch some stuff. I would stream, but I’m supposed to be at work.”
“So come to the party, dude,” she said.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” She tugged at his arm, drawing him half out of the chair. “You already skived off work. You may as well do something fun with it.”
He shook his head. “If I see someone there, and it somehow gets back to my boss, I could be in trouble.”
“You’ll deal with it,” she said. Then she bit her lip and smirked, saying, “Besides, it’s not the worst thing you did this weekend.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fine. Fine. I’ll go.”
“Yay.”
“What do you want me to do about your friend Karen?”
That gave Em pause. “I dunno,” she said. “Just let her down gently or something. She’s still my friend. Not her fault you like me instead.”
“Fair enough. But make sure you keep your hands off me; don’t want anyone seeing anything they shouldn’t.”
“I don’t know what you mean, I am a mountain of self-control.”
“Oh please,” he said. “You came on to me, remember? Literally jumped my bones on the couch.”
“And you’re the one who wanked himself off to videos of me.”
Sam opened his mouth, then closed it again.
“Ah-ha,” Em exclaimed in delight. “I win.”
“You win,” he agreed dejectedly.
“What do I win?”
He kissed her. She moaned and leaned into it, her palm against his chest. “Nice prize,” she said dreamily after their lips came apart.
—
Sam knew it was a mistake as soon as Em’s old Fiat pulled up to the house. He could already see two people on the street he knew. If either of them went into the pub in the next few days, and mentioned to his boss that they’d seen him here, he’d be in deep shit.
“You may as well come in,” Em said as if reading his mind. “You’re already here.”
She opened the car door and stepped out, calling out greetings to several nearby people. Sam climbed out of the passenger seat. He’d grabbed a quick shower, thrown on a pair of skinny jeans and a Superdry hoodie. He saw a red haired girl of their own age come scurrying over to his sister. The pair linked arms, and put their heads together as they moved off. Karen kept looking over her shoulder at him.
He carried their offerings – a case of beer – into the kitchen. The house was larger than his and Em’s; more rooms, more spacious, but with a distinct lack of anything remotely personal about it. Stark white walls and surfaces, impersonal pictures. He found he understood Karen, with her dyed hair and piercings, just a little better now. An act of rebellion from her.
Through the patio doors, he could see the large, well-maintained garden. Smoke rose from a grill, which was surrounded by a half dozen people. Music blared from a speaker, and two girls sat on a garden swing seat, making out – they’d clearly started the festivities early.
Sam gravitated to a small grouping of people he recognised. He and Em might have gone to the same school, and been in the same year, but they had not been like many twins and only run in the same circles. She had her friends, he had his, and that Venn diagram had a very small overlap.
An hour or so passed like this. He’d caught sight of Em a few times as she flitted from group to group, though never joined the one he was in. On more than one occasion, he felt a prickle on the back of her neck, and turned to see Karen looking at him. She’d quickly look away, or laugh at something someone had said, but it had been obvious she was watching him.
“Ok, ok, you guys ready?” he heard someone call. He glanced over to the sound, and saw a small grouping of girls standing in a ‘v’ formation before another of their number. In that girl’s hand was a phone, one he recognised by the casing as being Em’s. His sister stood at the head at the ‘v’, glancing around at the others. Sam knew a few of them by sight; Dani, Jane, and of course Karen.
“Get the music ready,” Em called out towards the speakers. “You all ready?” she repeated to those besides her.
“Yeah, let’s do this,” came the response.
“Hit the music, and one, two, three, go.”
The girls began to dance, an elaborate routine of arm movements and hip swaying to the beat. They moved in time, with practised confidence, each of them oozing sex appeal. They were all beautiful. And Sam only had eyes for one.
Em was at the head, the focus of the video, and to Sam it seemed as if every other person in the world faded into nothing. He stared at her full pink lips as she smiled, her large eyes as they seemed to shimmer and sparkle. He looked at the shape of her ass and the curve of her hips as she gyrated and shook her body. His breath caught every time her arms went up, pulling up the hem of her jumper and revealing a scintillating scrap of tight pale skin beneath.
His mouth went dry, and he took a swift gulp of beer. The group turned their backs to the camera, shaking their asses to the song, glancing back coyly over their shoulders before facing it once more. Sam’s cock began to throb, to harden, to strain itself against the confines of his jeans. He coughed uncomfortably.
*Fuck me,* he thought. *She’s so hot. Someone is going to notice me getting hard, and how do I justify getting an erection for my sister?*
He noticed that the swing seat was empty, and headed swiftly towards it. Hopefully, while he sat down, nobody would notice the hard on that threatened to explode in his pants. But he couldn’t stop watching Em, trailing her body with his eyes. It was like she danced only for him. Their eyes caught as she danced, and she grinned knowingly.
Then, thankfully, the dance ended. It had been the longest, most frustrating thirty seconds of Sam’s life. Em skipped forward, grabbing her phone, and started to watch the playback as her fellow dancers filled in behind her. They laughed and pointed at the small screen, giggling and passing back compliments.
Slowly, Sam’s erection subsided, and some of the blood began to make its way back to the rest of his body. He tore his eyes away from his twin. Was this how it was going to be? *You see the slightest flash of your sister’s skin, and you lose all sense?* he thought. *You see her dance and you lose yourself to images of her lips, her tits, her ass? Her pussy, gripping you tight as you drive yourself into her? As she moans your name from your touch? As you moan hers?*
Sam felt someone collapse into the swing seat besides him, breaking him from his reverie.
“You want another drink?” asked Karen. She had two bottles in her hands, and passed one towards him. She wore a floral print gypsy top that left her shoulders bare, and her skin glowed with a tan.
“Oh, hey Karen,” he said, taking the beer. “Nice place you’ve got here.”
“It’s alright. I’m surprised you came; Em said you were working or something.”
He shrugged. “She whined and complained a lot. In the end, I figured it was just better to do what she wanted.”
Karen grinned broadly. He looked over at her. She was pretty enough, but he really had been spoiled. “Well, I for one am glad you’re here,” she said.
They lapsed into small talk; she asked where he was planning to go to University, he did the same. She wasn’t working at the moment – her family had enough money that it didn’t matter too much – though they were in no way super rich, she added. Sam decided she was a nice enough girl. She was not unattractive, despite the hated nose ring, with full lips and a curvier, bustier figure than his sister. But he couldn’t give her what she clearly really wanted.
“Em said you’re not seeing anyone,” she said, trying to sound casual. “That right?”
“Uh, yeah, yeah, that’s right.”
“Now that I do find surprising.”
“Really? Cause I just assumed Em told everyone I was a leper or something.”
Karen giggled. “She has done, nobody believes her. But there is no one?”
“Oh, you know, with work and school and stuff, there’s just not enough hours in the day. I guess I just hadn’t… haven’t found the right person yet.”
“That’s a pity.” She practically purred. “I’m not seeing anyone either.”
*Oh fuck,* Sam thought. *How am I going to get out of whatever she thinks is happening here?*
“Uh, I thought you’d be very popular,” he tried. “Must have the, and I realise I sound like my grandmother talking to Em right now, but you must have the boys lining up around the street.”
She laughed delightedly, her hand resting on his arm. “Oh, well, you know. I’m very particular.”
“Do you and my sister do a lot of TikTok dances?” he said, trying to change the subject. The bright glow behind her eyes told him instantly he’d not succeeded.
“Yeah, of course. You should check my stuff out.” Her voice resonated with flirtation, and Sam cursed himself. *She thinks I want to see videos of her.*
“I’m on Twitch,” he continued, struggling to move away from that line. “Me and my friends hang out and play games. Got a bunch of followers.”
“Then I’ll be sure to see what you get up to as well.”
*Dammit, I am not good at this.* ‘Let her down easy’, Em had said. *I’m making this worse.*
“I need to borrow my brother for a sec.” Sam looked up to see Em standing there.
“What’s up?” Karen asked.
“Nothing major,” she replied, grabbing Sam by the crook of his elbow and dragging him to his feet. “Family stuff. You can have him back in a minute.”
“Don’t be too long,” Karen called after the retreating twins.
Sam let himself be led upstairs, where Em opened several doors, peering in, and closed them after not seeing what she wanted. Finally, she settled on a room and hauled her brother inside.
“Something the matter?” Sam asked as Em closed the bedroom door behind them. He heard the click of a lock, then the lights flickered on.
It looked like they were in Karen’s parent’s room; a large double bed, comfortable chairs, a wardrobe and a private bathroom. Pretentious art that failed to make up for a distinct lack of personality. The windows were covered by heavy curtains.
“Did Mum and Dad call? Is something wrong with them? Oh god, please don’t tell me they came home early!”
“What?” said Em, looking a little confused before she understood. “Oh, no, no, that was what we call a cunning lie.”
“Oh good.” He let out a relieved sigh. Then more confusion bubbled. “Wait, if it’s not them, why did you drag me in…?” The words died in his mouth as he saw her biting her finger joint, a coy look on her face.
“Well,” she began. “You remember how I said I was a mountain of self-control?”
Sam grinned. “Yeah?”
She pulled him to her, went onto her tiptoes so she could kiss him. The scent of her filled him, the nearness of her made his head swim. They kissed for a long moment, savouring the taste of each other, lips and tongues entwined.
When Em finally broke away, she was breathing shallow. “When we were doing that video, it made me think of you watching me dance. It made me think of you. It was the only thing I could think of. Your mouth, your hands, your cute little butt, your dick.”
“Cute little butt?”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
Em knelt down before him, glancing left and right at the window and the locked door as her fingers carefully eased down the zipper. His cock roused as her slender fingers drew it from its confines.
“Em, I really don’t think that is a good idea,” he said.
“Probably not,” his sister replied, as she encircled him gently with her hand and tugged it, “but I really need a little something right now. Besides, don’t you want your dick sucked?”
“I don’t know what guy you think would say no to that.”
“Good, cause I’ve never been so horny in my life.”
Sam didn’t know quite how to respond to that. Thankfully, he didn’t need words, as his sister wrapped her pink lips around his rapidly hardening member and gave it a gentle suckle. Her tongue lolled around it, and she sucked in her cheeks to give him a delightful squeeze. She slid off him, leaving the head resting against her extended tongue, her eyes up and looking at him intently.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said. She flushed, a smile stretching around her open mouth, but still she remained how she was. Sam got the hint quickly. He reached out, fingers entwined with her long hair at the back of her head, and he pressed her forward so her tongue slid along the length of his cock. He pushed his hips along with the motion, delving deep into his sister’s wonderfully warm mouth. She made little wet noises around him.
Sam pulled back, until only the swollen head of his shaft was in her, then pressed her down onto it again. And again. And again.
“Emma,” he moaned. She purred back, the sound muffled by the thickness of him.
Her mouth was warm and delightful around him, lips holding him gently so that her wet tongue and the inside of her cheeks pulled the thin skin of his cock taut with each thrust. He kept his grip on her, making her bob her head, but keeping a pace she was comfortable with. Letting her pleasure him.
After a moment, Em slipped off him, gasping for breath, spittle hanging from her plump lips. She wrapped slender fingers around his length, jerking his slickness while her mouth sucked and nuzzled at his balls. Sam moaned from the sensation. Then she pulled back again.
“Sammy, I need you to cum in my mouth, okay?”
“Em, I’m not sure why you think I’m going to object.” His cock ached, and a tightness was forming in him. His thighs quivered. “But I’m gonna need to be in your mouth to do that.”
She gave him a wicked smile, then opened her mouth to accept him again. Her lips and fingers met in the middle as she sucked and tugged on his raging hardness. Her head bobbed, smearing her pink lips and her tongue along his length. His cock was slick, a mixture of her saliva and the precum that was already forming from his sister’s oral attentions.
“God, Em,” he moaned, his voice catching. “You’re so sexy. God, you’re so sexy. Fuck.”
She mumbled something, the words muffled as his cock filled her mouth. Her eyes were locked intently on his. Sam panted as the warmth in his groin spread out, building. The fact that this was his sister meant nothing to him now. No, strike that. It made it better. It wasn’t something to be ashamed of. He loved Em, and he desired her. That she loved and desired him too just seemed right.
The sounds from Em’s mouth filled the bedroom; wet squishing, soft moaning, and gentle gulpings. The pressure was building with each soft touch of her full lips, each slide of her tongue. Sam’s breath was stuttering.
He gripped her head, holding her in place. Em understood instantly, opening her jaw, stretching her lips wide so only her tongue and cheeks held him. His hips thrust faster, deep into her, reaching for the back of her throat. Hard and fast, feeling the end coming.
“Em,” he panted. “Oh god, Emma, I’m so fucking close.”
She gave a small nod, made a noise that sounded like “Mhm”. He looked at her beautiful face, the one he had spent almost every day of his life with. The face of the woman he loved more than anything else. The one that was right now giving him incredible pleasure. Her eyes sparkled with desire.
“Now,” he said, holding himself in place. Em’s lips closed in an O around him in an instant, making a seal as he spurted his seed into her waiting mouth. “Fuck,” he moaned. Sam pushed himself a little deeper into his sister’s mouth, into his twin’s mouth, as his cock twitched and spasmed, as more spunk shot into her throat.
He held himself there, panting raggedly, his hand on her shoulder for support, until he was certain he was finished. Then he withdrew himself from Em’s lips. She gave a thick swallow, then another, before opening her mouth and giving his shaft a long lick with her tongue, hoovering up the last traces of his climax.
“Christ, Em,” he managed. His legs still shook slightly from his orgasm.
She pushed herself to her feet, licking her lips. “Fuck, Sammy, That was so hot.” Her lids were heavy. “You taste so good.”
Sam said nothing, he just grabbed his sister by the back of the head and pulled her close. He found her lips, pressing a deep kiss against her. She sunk into it, moaning contentedly. His heart hammered in his chest.
She pulled away after a moment, panting. “We should head out before…” she began, but Sam had other ideas. He pushed her back, against the wardrobe, hearing something shift inside, and found her mouth again. His weight pressed her against the wooden surface. She squirmed against him.
Sam’s hand eased down, fingers popping the buttons of her jeans and slipping inside the fabric of her panties to touch there.
He pulled back from the kiss. “You’re so wet,” he said. “It’d be rude to let you go out there in this condition.”
“Okay,” she said, biting her lip and fluttering her eyes. “I’m not sure why you think I’m going to object.”
Sam drew himself away long enough to open Em’s jeans fully, then pulled them and her panties down to her knees. Her panties, he noted, were black and lacy. She’d clearly planned for this when she had dressed; both his being at this party, and them toying with each other.
He looked up, eyes locking with the flower of her sex. He inched forward, pressing a long, luxurious, kiss against her. Em moaned, her fingers curling into his hair. Then he rose once more, finding her lips again. He kissed her, letting her own juices mingle with his in her mouth.
Then, with great care and attention, his fingers began to circle her pussy. Em squirmed and quivered, letting out a throaty rumble. His fingers slid across her slick entrance, making squishing noises against the warm folds.
Em rested her head against his shoulder, arm around his neck to pull her flush against him. His free hand roamed down her side, following the contours of her ribs and hips over the fabric of her jumper, before easing underneath and finding hot skin.
“Sam,” his sister moaned. “Oh god, Sam.”
Up his hand went, finding the swell of her bra-covered breast, squeezing and caressing it as his other fingers toyed with her sopping entrance. She moaned as he kissed her neck, finding the point where her pulse raced.
He still couldn’t believe he and his sister, his other half, were doing this. That she shared her incredible, perfect, body with him! That her hips writhed and ground against his fingers and the heel of his hand, that her pert breasts kneaded to his touch, that her skin sang at the press of his lips. Every inch of her was incredible, and he enjoyed it all. He could feel a hard nipple through the fabric of her bra, and rolled the pad of his thumb over it.
“Sam,” she moaned again.
*Fuck,* he thought. *Someone might hear us.*
Stopping, strangely, wasn’t an option that Sam considered. With something of a frustrated mumble, he slipped his hand away from playing with his twin’s incredible breasts, spun her swiftly around so her back was too him and her chest was flush with the wardrobe, before clamping his hand across her mouth. He’d have to figure out some one-on-one time with her boobs later. But now, he needed to make her lose control.
He moved his mouth to her ear, lips barely touching it. “Shhh,” he whispered. “They’ll hear.” Then he kissed the lobe of her ear, and the warm skin of her neck where it met her jawline right below. Em shivered, and the sounds she made were thankfully muffled by his hand.
Sam eased the tip of a finger passed Em’s threshold, sliding slicky into her. Her body went stiff for a second, and another cry was muffled. Her hips bucked against his hand.
“The thing is,” he murmured into her ear, “that nobody can hear me. I’m sneaky now. You… not so much. But nobody can hear me when I tell you that I’m going to make you cum.”
She moaned into his palm again.
“Nobody can hear me tell you that my fingers are going to delve inside you.” He followed his words by easing the tip of another finger into her. He made curling motions with them, stroking the inside of her, before slipping out and circling her again.
“Nobody knows that you’re mine,” he said, and kissed her neck again. Em shivered, sounds of what must have been gasps and whimpers caught by him again. Her chest was heaving; Sam could imagine that her heart hammered as his did.
He pushed into her again, fingers curling at the sopping walls of her pussy. “I’m going to make you cum,” he purred into her ear, “and nobody will know about it but us.”
He definitely heard the word “Fuck” muffled by his hand this time.
Em’s chest banged against the wardrobe, making the contents shift again. She ground desperately at his hand. Her sounds were an almost constant muffled rumble now. She reached down, grabbing him by the back of the hand, and starting him on a side to side rubbing of her clit, increasing the pressure. He let her guide him. After all, she knew her body better than he did… for now.
His fingers were slick, coated with her enjoyment, the tips rubbing in tight little circles. She panted hard, almost a snort through her nostrils while her mouth was covered. Her free arm grabbed at the door of the wardrobe, fingers holding on as if for dear life.
Then she bucked, her cry blocked by his palm. She shook, hard, and Sam felt more wetness on his hand. He removed his hand from her mouth, letting her gasp, sucking in air deeply. Em shook more at the slightest movement of his fingers.
“That,” he breathed, “was incredible to watch.”
She shivered again, turning around in his grip and clutching onto him tightly. She pressed her mouth against his neck, kissing it.
“Holy shit,” she managed after a moment. “Sam… Holy shit.”
He grinned a touch mischievously. “You enjoyed that?”
She grabbed him by the back of the head, tilting him down and capturing his lips. When she drew back, Sam was panting and his lips tingled. Em rested her forehead against his. “You could say that,” she said with a smile.
Em pulled away, leaning back against the wardrobe and catching her breath. “That was very naughty, ya know? Covering my mouth and then saying all those things to me.”
“What, I thought you’d like that?”
She grinned impishly. “Oh, I did. It was just naughty.”
He laughed. “Well, we should head out before people wonder what happened to us.”
“Just a minute,” Em said, clutching him by the collar. “Give me a minute, I need to come down still. And tidy myself up.”
Sam tucked himself back in, then washed his hands in the en-suite bathroom. After he was done, Em headed in to clean up and straighten out her hair. It had gotten so wild in her throes. Her breathing seemed to have returned to normal when she returned.
She stepped close to him, leaned up on tiptoes, and pressed her lips lightly on his. “Okay, that’s it, let’s go.”
“Alright,” he said, “but I want more when we get home.”
She grinned. “Just try and stop me.”
—
Hours later, Em purred into his mouth, a dreamy sigh of pleasure and satisfaction. Sam lay half over her, on his bed this time, lips locked with his sister’s. There was no pressure to the kiss, no sense of urgency, no deep fire of lust. It was a long kiss of closeness, of connection. Tongues teased together gently. His fingers traipsed lazily under her top, tips trailing along the warm skin of her belly. Em stroked his back, his shoulders, fingers slipping into his hair to curl through what little length he had.
She sighed into the kiss contentedly. Her knee crooked up, inner thigh pressed against his hip. Her aroma was heady in his lungs; mixed with the touch of her lips and the closeness of her incredible body, Sam’s head was light. *All this time,* he thought. *All this time, and we could have been doing this.*
His fingers traced a pattern up her ribs, and the breath caught in his twin’s lungs at the soft tickle. His manhood was hardening in his jeans, but he ignored it. For now. His palm slid to her back, and she arched her spine up from the mattress. He found what he was looking for; the clasp of her bra. Sam spent a moment trying to unhook it.
“Problems?” Em asked as she pulled back from the kiss, mirth dancing in her breathless voice. “Need a little help?”
“Oh, shut up and kiss me,” he demanded with exaggeration.
She laughed delightedly, and grabbed him by the back of the head, dragging him down and capturing his mouth again. Eventually, Sam got the clasp undone, loosening her bra. His hand trailed back, making her shiver again, then slipped under the cup. His palm pressed against her breast, fingers spreading into the flesh. He could feel her nipple against him.
She moaned into his mouth as he squeezed, her spine arching again. Sam squeezed again, feeling the full pertness of his sister’s breast under his touch. The touch roused him greatly, and he pressed into the kiss harder, his breath shallow. After a moment, Em pulled away, tilting her head back, her eyes half-closed and her pink lips parted around gasps. Sam found her neck, found the hammering pulse point and kissed it. She sighed in response. Her thigh pressed against him harder.
Sam rolled a thumb over her hard nipple, earning another mutter from the beautiful woman below him, then captured it between thumb and finger. He pulled it, and she gasped. “Sam,” she moaned.
He caressed her breast more, losing himself in the touch of it, and the feel of his sister’s throat beneath his hot mouth, and the gentle sighs and whimpers that both elicited from her. His cock throbbed against her, demanding attention, but he ignored it again.
After a long moment filled with kissing sounds and soft sighs, Sam pulled back and began tugging at Em’s top. He dragged it up and over her head, then slid the straps of her bra from her shoulders. He stared down, eyes roaming over every inch of her revealed body; the pale skin, the pert breasts, the curved hips, the tight belly. She watched him intently, knuckle of her thumb in between her teeth.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, voice full of awe.
“Took you long enough to realise,” she replied with a grin.
“That’s something I aim to make up for,” he said, lowering himself to kiss her again. She smiled around the kiss. Then Sam began to trail his soft kisses down, planting them across her chin, to her throat. She purred, stretching out languidly below him, spine arched. Down his mouth went, to her collarbone, then lower still until he found the swell of her breast. His hand reached the other, fingers splaying out as he grasped it. He kissed the firm flesh, letting his tongue lap out to lick, before making a seal with his mouth a sucking.
“Sam,” his sister moaned.
He made circles with his kisses, the shape getting smaller and smaller with each pass, until he found her nipple. Teeth held it gently, then harder, earning a gasp from Em. Her fingers curled into his hair. Sam licked and sucked at the flesh around it, while his other hand pinched and squeezed. She had just the most perfect breasts. Em was right; how had it taken him so long to realise that the image of the ideal woman he had created in his mind was the exact match for his twin? If he’d not seen her dance last night, would this have ever happened?
*Probably,* he thought, as he kissed and licked and mouthed at her breast. *Eventually.* It seemed inevitable.
Em’s hips began to grind, rubbing her crotch against his side as she moaned and whined against him. He sucked and kissed and squeezed and teased her breasts, enjoying the feel and the taste of them under his ministrations, and the delightful little whimpers it elicited in his sister. She gasped as he pinched and tugged nipples, arched her spine as he nipped at flesh, murmured his name as he squeezed the fullness of them.
After what Em must have considered an appropriately long enough time focusing on her chest, she placed a hand against his palm, and Sam felt her pushing against him. He moved back, and she forced him onto his back before rolling atop him. She looked down, her hair hanging and framing her features. She bit her bottom lip. Her slender frame was light, but he was acutely aware of her crotch on his, especially when she began to roll her hips back and forth.
“God, Sammy, you’re so hot,” she cooed. “Wait… hang on.”
She grabbed at the hem of his top, tugging it up and off, leaving his torso bare. Her eyes roamed over his frame, the mirror of his earlier perusal, and she bit her lip again. “That’s better.”
She rubbed her goin against his again, tugging at the hardness there. “Feels like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“How could I not?” he admitted. “And you?”
She gave him a look. “I am so wet right now.”
He gave her a playful look. “You know, that’s kind of fucked up, being turned on by your own brother?”
“I can stop, you know?”
He grabbed her hand, stopping her from climbing off him. “Hey now, let’s not be too hasty.”
She moved back above him, met his eyes and grinned. “I don’t think I could stop if I tried,” she admitted.
“Me neither.”
Em craned her neck down, finding his mouth with hers again. Her hands splayed on his chest, where he knew she could feel the heavy beat of his heart. Sam’s hands eased down her spine, until they came to her covered ass. He grasped at the firm roundness of her cheeks, and she ground herself against him in response. God, even her ass was perfect.
They broke the kiss, panting heavily, foreheads rested against each other. Then Em pushed herself upright so she sat on his crotch, her knees bent under her, her hands resting on his shoulders for support. She locked eyes with him again, then began to grind herself against him. Through layers of fabric, her pussy rubbed at his raging hardness, tugged at the thin skin. Made it throb and ache, and demand release. He grabbed her ass, holding it and feeling the muscles bunch under him as she pushed her hips back and forth.
Em moaned as she ground on him. Her hair danced, her breasts bounced. Sweat beaded her tight frame, making her skin seem to glow in the light of his room. His cock screamed in need.
Finally, he reached up and grabbed the back of her head, pulling him close to her. “Emma,” he growled. “Take off your fucking clothes. Now.”
She grinned, rolling off him and pulling down the last of her attire. Sam hurried to pull his off too, noting the desperate smear on the inside of his boxer briefs. Then he grabbed the condom off the side, and carefully rolled it into place atop his swollen, red, cock.
Sam grabbed Em by the arm, tugging her desperately back towards him. She climbed back into her place above him, sitting fully down on his cock now. He could feel it twitch against her wet pussy, and she rubbed herself against it again a few times for good measure.
“Be a good boy and tell me what you want, Sammy,” she purred, grinning wickedly.
“You know what I want, Em,” he said.
She ran a finger across his chest. “Say it. I want to hear it.”
He growled, pushing away the ache, turning it into pure need. “I want,” he said, jaw tight, “to put my cock inside you and make you scream.”
She shivered. “I want that too, Sammy.” She shifted up, and Sam guided the swollen head of his cock toward her entrance. She lowered herself, gasping as he eased passed the threshold. Her pussy was warm and wet, still a little tight, and it tugged the thin skin of his cock deliciously as she sank down on him.
“Fuck, Em,” he moaned. “You feel so good.”
“Mhm,” she managed.
“So right.”
Em leaned forward, her hair hanging down to tickle his bare chest as she kissed him again. Then she began to move, rolling her hips as she rubbed her pussy against the throbbing hardness of his cock. She sighed out a bubble of pleasure.
Sam reached out, on hand resting on her hip as it bounced up and down along his length, the other trailing gingerly up her ribs, then resting against her breast.
He let out a moan of his own. Em rode him slowly, savouring every inch of his cock within her, whimpering softly. She never took her eyes from his. Sam caressed her soft skin, feeling it hum with warmth at his touch. Em’s moans became sharper, ragged in her lungs as she bucked atop him.
“Sammy,” she managed. He filled her completely, and she rubbed herself desperately against him. His cock throbbed, as the feel of her as building towards a release that was slowly beginning to form in a tightness in his crotch. “Sammy,” she moaned again.
There was a rumble forming in the pit of Em’s stomach, a rumble that seemed to be rising up her with each push of herself down onto him. She collapsed forward, flush to him, head over his shoulder and panted hard. Em whimpered with need.
“Emma,” he said. “Cum for me.”
“I’m going to,” she managed. “So close…”
Sam wrapped an arm around her back, the other gripping her ass, as she rode him frantically. Her hand slipped between them, fingers finding her clit and rubbing at it. Sam’s cock felt warm, the heat spreading to every part of his body in an inferno of enjoyment.
“Oh god,” Em said. “So close.”
“Cum, Emma. Cum for me.”
She was so wet, so hot around him. So right. “Tell me you’re close too, Sammy,” she moaned. “I can’t hold it back much longer.”
“Fuck,” he grunted. He was close to his climax too, and the thought of his sister on that precipice, of waiting for him to join her so they could cross over together, pulled him even closer. “I am, Em. I’m… I’m… I’m gonna cum… now!”
He cried out as he thrust his hips up into her, releasing hard. Em clamped onto him with every ounce of strength she had, the thick rumble finally breaking free into a cry of his name. His cock spasmed, shooting more of his seed into the latex sheath in his twin’s gushing pussy. He gave a few more thrusts of his hips, emptying himself completely.
After a moment, she relaxed against him, her breathing wrestled under control. She let out a satisfied hum. Sam felt comfortable numb all across his body. His sensitive cock was softening, but still rested in its home, in his twin’s sex.
“Sammy, that was incredible,” she murmured. “I saw stars.”
“You were incredible too,” he told her.
Em let out a shiver as she slid from around him, then rolled onto her back besides him. Her legs stayed spayed, half over his thighs. She stared up at the ceiling. Sam glanced over at her, eyes trailing over her naked body. Her skin seemed to hum with satisfaction.
Sam sat up, and carefully slid the used condom from his tender cock, disposing of it. Then he lay back onto the bed, rolling over so he was half atop his sister again.
“I love you, Em,” he said.
“Quite right too,” she purred back. She sank into the kiss.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ul7aq8/the_bank_holiday_bbq_sams_sister_dances_pt_2
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