The Mind mastery device short

Twin baby 's lingering Lust

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this !

On a Saturday, a man named Dean Michaels desired to prove a certain device. A mind-controlling device.

It was his own cosmos, based off rumors he 'd heard of the armed services researching into using ultra-high frequency sounds to mind-control individuals. Inflamed by this musical theme, and desiring to revel his two barely effectual daughters, he built it.

And tested it.

At a park two time of day drive from his dwelling house, he activated it. Everyone in the park was affected, including a twosome of nubile, duplicate babe. The nature of the gimmick would mean they would never commemorate their outset meter with a man nor with each other.

If the gimmick worked properly, they would birth no traces at all of the mind-control commands that had programmed them to not only bask incest, but want to get it on each former. The young woman should never wonder what happened to their Hymen or have any change to their personalities and desires.

That was how the gimmick was meant to work, but this was the world-class time it had ever been used.

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Debra James Earl Carter - Minutes Before energizing

your little asshole ?

The swing creaked as I idly pushed at the Baroness Dudevant with my infantry, rocking me back a bit. My twin sister, Denise, sat beside me on another lilt, her brassy-brown haircloth fluttering in the breeze sweeping through the Mungo Park. It was a warm Saturday and we were bored.

"There are no cute boys here,"complained Denise."Why did we come here ?"

I shrugged, my arms wrapped around the Ernst Boris Chain. They were sheathed in gloomy plastic tubing to hold back your fingers from getting pinched in the chain links. My feet dragged furrows through the guts beneath me, creating similitude ruts. We had put on tight skinny blue jean and pixilated blouses with V necklines to show off our round breasts.

We were XVIII and looking for some fun. We wanted to philander with some cute son.

"We should have got gone to the mall,"Denise complained."There 's just a clump of fry here."

"Yeah,"I said, looking around the parking lot. A man was sitting on a park bench. He had a laptop with a stereo beside him. He typed away at it. A brown-haired woman old enough to be our mother sank down beside him. She wore athletic appurtenance and looked tired from jogging."Just a cluster of ..."

All the Thomas Kyd were leaving the park with their parents or by themselves. I shrugged and looked over at my baby. Her hazel eyes met mine. We were identical, her face a mirror of mine. The only difference of opinion between us was my pink blouse to her purple.

"wishing to get going ?"I asked her."Bail here ?"

"Yeah, definitely,"she said."Maybe we can find a duo of cute, twin brothers and have an bewilder weekend. They can sweep us off our feet and kiss us and shower us in gifts."

"And fuck us,"I said.

My sister giggled, her cheeks growing spotted. We were both virgins and eager to interchange that. We just had to discover the correct pair of boy. We wanted to do everything together. I mean, not in the same room, but if we were in different suite and both of us were getting it on with a hot guy who made us feel amazing, that would be perfect way for us to turn a loss our cherries.

I pushed back on the swing, my ft leaving the terra firma. The concatenation creaked as I said,"Okay, we 're going to—"

I stretched my back as I stood on the forage by my sister. The parkland bench was feet away, the laptop computer guy putting away his reckoner and the speakers beside him. An eighteen-year-old girl I did n't know was dragging her female parent away from the guy, the two dressed for jogging.

"delay, what were we talking about ?"my Sister asked. She thrust her arms up in the air, her empurple blouse stretching over her tits.

"Um, boys, right ?"I asked. I yawned. I had such a unusual taste in my mouth. It was sweet. Not bad."That 's what we were talking about ?"

"Yeah,"she said."Were we going to do ... what ? Gosh, I ca n't remember."

"rightfulness,"I said. I felt so tired. But good. There was a fondness fluttering through my body. I buzzed like I had just masturbated more sentence than I ever had in my life. I took my Gemini sis 's hand."It 's boring here. desire to go home."

"Yeah,"she said, squeezing my hired man. She covered her sassing with her former hand as she yawned."I feel like taking a nap. The sun 's getting to me."

The guy stood up. He looked like a cute professor who taught at our college. Dark hair, glasses, tall. Old enough to be our founder but still freehanded. My eyes followed him as he left with a strut. The sort of dominating walk of a winner.

"He 's cute,"I said."Mmm, imagine losing your virginity to him."

"Yum,"my sis said, squeezing her manus."He is hot. Making my mamilla tingle."

Mine itched, too. I looked down and grinned."I 'm poking out."I glanced at my Sister. Her round breasts, cupped by her blouse, were topped by hard tit."So are you."

"Yeah,"she said, her hip wiggling from side to side."tone like I just masturbated."flashgun of my sister doing that popped into my psyche. Her body twisting in Passion of Christ, her bout breasts heaving. Her moans echoed through my thoughts.

The wet high temperature between my thigh swelled. My sister 's breasts looked delicious. They were a great twain of tit, which meant I had a expectant duo of tits. The eccentric that just begged to be squeezed and kneaded, her nipples sucked on.

I 'd never discover just how hot her mamilla were.

As we strolled across the Park to head home, I kept noticing the bounciness of her titty. They were just such a delicious twosome. I knew what they would feel like. I had squeezed my own while masturbating or washing them in my shower.

It would be exciting to extend to her tits.

The thought of touching my twin sister 's breasts had me blinking. I wrenched my regard from them. Why would I guess of Denise like that ? She was my sister. My sis. My anatomy and stock. And she was a girl. I never stared at girls with hunger like that. I was into boys. Cute boys.

Why were n't there any cute son ?

A lot of masses were flooding into the park all at the same prison term as we neared the edge. tiddler ran past us, giggling and laughing. Some of the mass were yawning like they 'd just woken up from sleep. I arched my cover. My telephone set beeped.

I pulled it out and ..."Wow. I have a dozen schoolbook and message I missed."

"Huh ?"my similitude said, drawing her headphone out of her pocket."I did n't call up we were at the park that long. Look at how recently it is."

"Shit,"I said."It did n't experience like we were here for Sir Thomas More than 15 minutes, not over an hour."

"I guess time passes by when ..."My sister frowned."Talking."

"Yeah."I could n't quite remember what we were talking about for an minute. Probably boys. It was our favorite topic. Since we started getting whisker on our pussycat and growing breast, it had become what we loved.

We left the ballpark. My sister 's knocker kept being a misdirection. I tried to catch up on the messages from our friends, my twin doing the same. She had her tending focused on her phone, her face twisted with concentration. A lock chamber of her flash tomentum fell down her cheek. I just wanted to brush it away.

Her pink lips pursed.

What would it be like to snog those lips ...

I shot my regard back down to my phone. Why did I think that ? What was wrong with me ? She was my sister. recall about cute male child.

I struggled to mean of cute boys. Bruce or Clint or Rex were cute guys at my college. And there was Mr. Toni Morrison, who was our history professor that my babe and I both had a infatuation on. But their faces would n't stay in my mind. Denise 's kept popping up.

My cheeks burned. My kitty-cat grew hotter and hotter. Every step, the tingle in my cunt swelled. I wanted to masturbate. I gripped my sound in my unexpended hand, my compensate holding Denise 's. Hers was warm and soft and her fingers were so delicate.

I struggled to answer my friends, typing with just my quarter round. We walked down the sidewalk towards our home. A loosen tempo as the boil in my pantie swelled and swelled. I wanted to tint myself so bad.

And I was scared about what I would reckon about while doing it. Not just masturbating to a girl, but to the one daughter I should n't. Denise was my human body and bloodline. Literally. We had the same DNA. We started out as one person. During the beginning hours of our existence, as our master egg began dividing, we had accidentally separated. We should have been one person.

Instead, we were two.

It would be incest. Wrong.

It would be like masturbating myself if I touched her pussy.

The intellection struck me like a art object of wood whipped up by a crack and then flung away. It slammed into me so severely I stumbled, pulling my hand from my sister 's. I gasped at this prohibited idea. That touching her, making love to her, was just like masturbating myself. We came from the same egg fertilized by the Sami sperm. We were the same person.

Was it incest for us to kiss and thrash and tinge each other ?

"Debra ?"Denise asked, glancing at me."You okay ?"

"I just ... I stumbled,"I said. I shook my school principal."Clumsy me."

"That 's because you were staring at your earpiece and not where you 're walking,"she said, a twinkle in her hazel centre. She had such a lovely rosiness to her pink buttock. Her nipples were still hard, still poking at her blouse. I wanted to hug her. To press out my own tumid nubs into her breasts.

"Guilty,"I said."You got to teach me how you do it."

"I 'm just more coordinated than you,"she said, looking dramatic.

"Maybe I should lean against you so you can underpin me,"I told her.

"Yeah,"she said, the pink in her cheeks growing more intense. My own brass were warm. I wanted to kiss her, hug her. I wanted to blow up. My kitty was so hot."Maybe you should."

Her arm trembled as she reached out and slipped it around my shank. I shuddered at the flavor of her mitt sliding around my peel through my blouse. She grasped my left hip and pulled me to her. I pressed into her position. My own arm went around her waist, touching her. Our torso were pressed tight.

I felt the side of her dummy brushing mine. My nipples throbbed and ached. My pussy grew fat and juicier. My toes curled. My sum pounded in my bureau as we kept walking. I slipped my phone in my pocket then reveled in the feel of her against me. Our jean-clad thigh whisked by each early.

We did n't speak as we walked like this. I did n't know what to say. My mouth felt dry. It was like I was walking with a cute boy and not wanting to mess thing up. I did n't want to say the wrong matter. My stomach writhed with nerves while my snatch burned.

She smelled so good. There was this seraphic musk around us. I knew that scent. My pussy. But it could be her. Was I smelling my own soaking my panties, or was she just as horny as me ? Heat rippled through me with every footprint.

"So ..."she started to say as we strolled down the sidewalk.

"Yeah,"I said ..."Uh ..."

Silence fell on us again. We normally could just chat. This felt so Weird. A day that started out with boy-watching had turned into something else. My puss ached deep inside of me. I bit my lip, wanting to just thrust my paw in my jeans.

To find her hand thrust into my jeans.

My hand itched to slide from her hips and cup her ass through her jeans. I knew we both had perky behind. Squeezable ass. The type of asses guy cable liked to stare at. It was why we were wearing our tightest jeans.

The tension around my heart grew with each step, this pressure to do something. To grab her. grope her. To do severe things with her. This was insane. The heat swelled and swelled through my body.

We turned the corner on our street. Our house was just ahead. My breathing space quickened. My finger's breadth gripped her hip, feeling the blue jean shifting beneath my digits. Just a little coast. I could pretend it was an accident if she said anything.

My paw moved an inch.

I was really doing this.

Another inch. I crept slowly, hoping she would n't discover. My blood screamed through my vena. Roared in my pinna. My hand moved another inch and slid across her butt. I felt the flex of her ass beneath the jean. I wanted to nip her.

Instead, I chickened out and let my hand drop to my side.

My sister glanced at me and then she released me and took a footfall away. I must accept weirded her out. She pulled her sound out of her pocket and stared at it, her cheeks orange red. She typed with stiff movements.

My own was vibrating with telling in my pocket. I swallowed, missing the tactile property of my Sister against me. I had her pressed tight and blew it. I should n't have touched her ass. I made her conceive I was acting weird.

"What should we do ?"I said, trying to make goose egg had happened. I needed to act convention. Not suspicious.

"I do n't know ?"she said as we reached our sign of the zodiac and left the sidewalk behind."Watch some Netflix."

"Yeah,"I said."Or maybe I 'll go work on some homework."

She nodded.

Yeah, I made things weird. I could tell. She was tense in her shoulders. I mentally kicked myself. She stepped up before me to unlock the door. My eyes fell down on her ass. God, it was just perfect. I wanted to equal it. I want to knead it and osculate it. I wanted to do such terrible things to her.

Flashes of kissing her, of licking her snatch, of licking cum out of her cunt, drifted through my mind. I shuddered, the rut burning through my cunt. My scanty soaked up the juices flowing out of me.

I was such a pervert.

She opened the door and swept in. It grew cooler interior. Mom was running the A/C. I could get a line her in the kitchen. My sister fell on the lounge and absently turned on the TV while still typing on her earphone. She rolled over onto her belly like she was taunting me with that ass.

I fled upstairs to our room.

I burst through the door and shut it behind me. It was a sportsmanlike way. We could n't let it get mussy. Not with both of us sharing it. Our beds were on opposite side of meat, mine with a pink sheet and hers with purple. We had our own desks that were side by incline, her laptop shut closed on hers while I had a desktop. We would trade them back and forth.

We shared everything. We had a closet with dress that we often thought of as each others. denim and blouses and skirts and dresses. We were the Lapplander size. The solely thing we did n't share were bandeau, panties, and wind cone. We had our own drawers in our shared dresser for that. We always made certain to buy different case of pantie so we would n't get them mix up.

I was on fire. I groaned and ripped off my blouse. I threw it in the trammel, my knocker constrained in a cream-hued bra. My mamilla poked against the fabric. I bit my lip, that need to jack off building and building.

There was a problem sharing a way with your twin sister. Self-pleasure.

We certainly did it. And we had definitely caught each other doing it. We had adopted a do n't ask, do n't evidence policy. If I woke up and heard her pleasuring herself, I would just pretend to be asleep or make a slight noise so she would block up. Other times, we would n't remark about why we took a yearn shower.

But my sister was downstairs.

I unsnapped my jean. My zipper rasped. I groaned as I shoved my hand down the straw man of my panties. My script slid through my pubic tomentum, the soft scroll caressing my fingertips. I found the wet folds of my pussy. I groaned as I brushed my clit. I slid my dactyl through my juicy back talk and found the incoming to my twat.

I did n't palpate my hymen.

My fingerbreadth slipped into my depths. I gasped at how great it felt to penetrate myself for the first time. I whimpered at the sensation of sliding into my kitty. It was unbelievable. My fingerbreadth went further and further, teasing my wall. My juices soaked me. This was unbelievable. I did n't experience what happened to my hymen, but I was glad it was gone because—

My bedroom room access opened.

I whipped my hand out of my pants, fingers ripping from my twat. My digits gleamed with juices as I looked over my berm, cheeks burning. Denise was there. She froze at the pile of me, and then she glanced away.

"Just, uh, hot,"I said."Wanted to change."

"Yeah, me, too,"she said. She closed the door behind her and looked away.

I swallowed as she pulled off her blouse. She had on a black bra. It was cute. It held her knocker. I bit my lip, wondering if she would aim it off. She still had that embarrassed stress stiffening her torso. I should n't let her catch me ogling her, but I wanted to. She had such a supple back. Her jeans popped. Her zipper rasped.

This heat rushed through me. She wiggled out of her blue jean. Her rump clad in her black and lacelike panty appeared. They were hugging her butt-cheeks. The cloth had dug into her crack, outlining them perfectly. She bent over further, a few stray string of her hair peeking out the side, a wickedness patch over her crotch.

My Sister was wet.

She stepped out of her jeans and turned around. She stared at me, her breasts rising and falling, so round and lush. My fingerbreadth itched, two of them soaked in my juices. She bit her lip then she darted to our dresser. She pulled out a retentive tee shirt and drew it on. It fell down to her mid-thighs.

"Are you going to switch ?"she asked, throwing herself on her bed.

"Yeah,"I said, forgetting I was standing there in a bra and with my jean undone.

I stripped them off, wishing Denise would stare at me. She would n't. Why would she ? My twin was n't turning into some form of deviant. I found a pair of shortstop and a tank top. I pulled them on then glanced at my desk.

I had told her I had homework. I sighed and sat down at my desk.

The afternoon stretched long and the evening felt so tedious. I just needed to masturbate, but I could n't drop off away. My Sister was around and then mom was yelling at us to do chores. Dad came abode from fishing and we had dinner. The entire time, my pussy simmered.

I wanted to take in a long shower, but Mom was ensconced in the bathroom taking her relaxing, Sabbatum Night bathroom, and enjoying some"me"time ( I.E., reading trashy romanticism novels and sipping chardonnay grape ). When she finished, I 'd be thankful our sleeping room was future to our parents.

It was stuffy in our elbow room. I was tired and horny and frustrated and wanted to cum. I was gladiolus when Denise said she wanted to go to sleep ahead of time. She turned off the light and started changing. In the dark, I heard the whispering of clothing. Her physical structure was just a shadow as she stripped naked. A silhouette.

It was somehow more exciting hearing the sound of her panties sliding down her body. She was bent over for a moment, the curve ball of her rump looking so delicious. She pulled on a gown and then slipped into her bed.

My pussy soaked my scanty. I started changing, wishing she was watching me. I stripped them all off. My bra released my tit. I hoped she caught a side profile of my naked knocker as I bent over to demand off my trunks and step-in. My pussy ached. I smelled my confection musk. The pleasure rippled through my body.

I was naked for a moment before my Twin sister. I wanted to spin around. I wanted to let her see how hot we were. I wanted her to lust for me the way I was lusting for her. These unknown and naughty caprice filled me. I do n't know what happened at the park to riff this lezzie, incestuous switch in me, but I wanted to pretend love to my twin.

And I couldn't.

I sighed as Denise did n't cast off herself at me. She sounded like she was shifting on the bed to get comfortable. To her, I was just changing into my nightgown like I did every other evening. I found my nightdress in the nighttime and slipped it on. light and clinging to my bare eubstance, my young flesh quivering.

I slipped to my bed but did n't go beneath the blanket. I lay on my backrest, breathing regularly. I listened to my sister, waiting for her to be fully departed so I could pleasure myself. I had to masturbate now. No waiting for Mom to finish her yearn bath so I could use the bathroom.

I bit my lip. I felt every beat of my heart. My pussy was soaked. I had n't bothered with panties. I pulled up the hem of my nightgown. My hands were just resting on my thigh, in from my aching pussy. That cherubic musk of my passion filled my nose.

Did my sis have the same scent ? I wished I could bump out. Maybe I could slip her panties. I could rub them against my face. I would smirch that wonderful musk across my human face. My fingers inched close-fitting to my cuckoo. My white meat rose and fell, nipples aching.

She had to be benumbed. I did n't pick up any cause. Just her steady external respiration. She was beneath her natural covering. Her optic were closed. I could do it. I just had to be silence. I was unspoiled at that. My fingers slid closer and closer to my juicy pussy.

I found my shrub. My finger's breadth slid through my silky pubic hairsbreadth to regain those folds. I stroked up and down my prick. My dactyl dug into my petal. I brushed my button, a wonderful thrill rippled through my body.

I closed my optic and imagined it was Denise touching me.

The heat in my cunt increased as I slid my fingers up and down my juicy twat lip. I brushed my button and stroked around it. My toes curled. This wonderful, wet, and wanton heat built and built in the depths of my bitch as my incestuous fantasize swelled.

"I just could n't resist you,"Denise whispered in my resource."Touching you is like touching my own pussy. You 're just as hot as I am. Just as wet and silky. Do you have your hymen ?"My fingers pressed into my cunt. They slid into the depth of my cunt."No, you do n't. You 've lost yours, too. Mmm, is n't it hot to slide finger's breadth into your cunt ?"

I wanted to whimper, to groan out my answer.

I plundered my fingerbreadth in and out of my cunt. It felt incredible. It was so hard not to moan. I wanted to cry out right now as I imagined the feel of my sister fingering my cunt. It would be unbelievable. My toes curled and flexed.

My breasts jiggled as I squirmed. My bed creaked. I could n't assist moving. My digits felt stick. I plundered my slit faster. My two dactyl slid into my depth. It felt so unbelievable to touch so deep in me. The pleasance rippled through me.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

"I know,"I imagined Denise saying in my mind."You 're feeling so skilful. You 're so hot. You 're molten around my fingers. Are you going to cum for me ?"

I nodded. Another moan escaped my lips.

My sister 's bed creaked. I froze as she shifted, my digit buried deep into my goof. This hurry of fear cut through me, knifing through my arousal. I did n't desire to make a motion an in. If she had woken up, I just had to pretend I was n't doing anything.

Then she let out a little whimper. A moan of Passion of Christ.

My pussy clenched around my fingers. My sister was masturbating at the Same time as me. I glanced over at her. The blanket of her bed moved. She was on her back. Her bed creaked again. Her legs shifted. Her nose twitched.

I pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy. My twat squeezed around my finger's breadth. I gripped them, drinking in the pleasure. My sister let out another sigh. Her bed creaked again. I bit my lip, my finger pumping faster and faster in and out of my snatch.

I shuddered. My bed creaked.

My sister froze.

I stopped masturbating. My breasts rose and fell. I could n't believe this was happening. My core pounded. stock rushed through my vein. This estrus stroke through me. My juice soaked my fingers. I felt the air growing thicker and thicker around us.

We both were cognisant of the other.

"Are you ... ?"Denise said.

"Yeah,"I said, my impertinence burning.

"Me, too,"she said."Been horny since the Mungo Park. You ?"

"Yeah."

"Debra ..."My sister 's voice sounded tight. Throaty."I mean ..."

"What ?"

"Since we 're both doing it ..."She glanced at me."Maybe ... we should just do it together. You know, not hide it."

"Um, trusted,"I said, my heart pounding."If we 're going to do it together ... Maybe ..."

"Yeah,"she said."Um, your bed or mine ?"

Some hoi polloi said twins were telepathic. I 'd never read her brain, but sometimes we just thought so a good deal alike that it was like we were communicating with just our thoughts."Yours."

I rolled out of bed, shocked that this was going to bechance. I pulled my digit out of my twat and then, feeling real bold, I ripped off my nightgown. My pap throbbed and ached. Tingles raced down my cunt. succus soaked my bush. The sweetened musk filled me.

My sister kicked off her bed covers. She stared at me. My heart had adjusted. I could see her as More than a dour human body. I could see her painted in hue of nighttime blue devils. Her second joint had a wonderful glimmer, her nightgown hiked above her shank, her bush-league blacken shadows. She sat up and ripped off her own nightgown, her breast swaying.

Nipples poked severe before her. She scooted over, giving me room to drop away into her bed.

"I ca n't trust we 've never masturbated together,"she said."We 've done everything together."

"Yeah,"I said, sliding into bed beside her. My heart pounded. line rushed through my veins. I swallowed as I set my head on her pillow, my arm touching hers."I guess it was too personal."

"We bought our initiatory tampons together,"she said."Is n't that more personal ?"

I giggled."True."

I shuddered as I glanced at her. She stared at me. Her leg brushed mine as she spread hers apart. I parted my thighs, too. This grand heat washed through me. We were so airless. I had been about to cum before I realized she was awake.

Almost together, our hands slipped down our bodies. The sweet musk of my pussycat swelled. Like I was smelling it doubled. She did have the same odour. We kept staring into each other 's optic, watching our reflections as we pressed our finger's breadth between our thighs.

I cupped my pussy. She did the Saame to hers. I heard the wet plunge of her finger thrusting into her cunt.

"No Hymen ?"I asked her as I penetrated my own pussy.

"No. Not certainly when it broke. I had it when I masturbated last night."

My cunt clenched around her digits."In here ? While I was sleeping ?"

"Uh-huh,"she panted. Her eyes seemed to gleam. Her lips looked so wet and kissable. I felt this pull."I was rubbing myself while you were sleeping. I felt so naughty but this ... This feels naughtier."

"Yeah,"I said, shifting a fraction closer to her."I 'm having new desires today. unusual ones. Wicked ones."

"Me, too,"she said, whispering. Suddenly, her script that had been fingering her kitty-cat rested on my thigh. Wet finger's breadth smeared her passion on my cutis.

"Denise ?"I gasped."Really ?"

"Really,"she said, her question drifting towards mine while her paw slid up my thigh towards my pussy.

I pulled my fingers from my twat and went for it. I cupped my Sister 's pussy. Her silky pubic hair caressed my figure moments before our lips met in an incestuous kiss. Everything changed in that wonderful moment. Her hand moved to my cunt. Our digit thrust into each other 's sex as our knife dueled in phrenetic lust.

My counterpart 's fingers were inside of me. I was inside of her. I whimpered into the buss, rolling partly onto my side. My mamilla shifted as we fingered each other. Her pussy felt like mine, but it was n't. It was hers. Hot and juicy and as wet as mine. Her dactyl felt very to my own and yet better.

Because they were n't my own. They were hers. My mirror. My former half. We were united at last.

It felt so redress to kiss her. I do n't have it off why I had grown up my entire life thinking incest was wrong. That I should n't hunger for my sister. My tongue danced and darted and swirled around inside of her rima oris. Hers caressed mine, swirling. Our lips worked together.

The pleasure swelled so fast through me. It was incredible. My entire dead body felt on fervidness. My cunt clenched down on her digits, increasing the friction. Her kitty-cat gripped my fingerbreadth in hot silk. Our thighs rubbed together.

We broke the kiss and moaned each other 's names at the Saame meter.

"Debra !"

"Denise !"

"Yes, yes,"I moaned."This is unbelievable. You 're so beautiful."

"You 're me !"she moaned."You 're my other half ! This is n't wrong because we were once one !"

"I thought the Sami thing !"My kitty clenched down on my twin 's plunging digits."Denise, yes, yes ! I love you !"

"You 're the most important thing in my life,"she gasped."Why did n't I see it before the park !"

"rightfield ?"I rubbed my nose against hers, my eyes lost into her hazel profoundness."Denise, I 'm going to cum so hard on your fingers."

"Mmm, we 're going to cum together, are n't we ?"

"Big time."

Denise giggled. Her catch clenched around my finger's breadth. I thrust them intemperate into her while the blackguard of my hand shifted and pressed down on her clitoris. I gasped as she did the same. She undercoat on my bud, joy surging through my body. I gasped at how incredible this was. How amazing it was to thrust my dactyl over and over into her bitch while she did the Saami to mine.

My incestuous sexual climax built faster and faster. My lips found my twin 's again. We kissed, our bodies pressing tighter. My lead booby nudged her rightfield. I groaned, loving the physical contact. Our tongues went wild, dancing, teasing.

We moaned. Fingered. Loved each other.

And we came together.

At the same instant, my climax fit through my puss, her cunt spasmed around my finger's breadth. I shuddered and bucked, rubbing my breast into hers. My tit browse hers while the hot ecstasy surged through my puss. Wave of bliss swept through my dead body. My ticker thundered in my chest. My thigh rubbed together. My legs brushed hers, my pussy convulsing around her digits.

Her grab writhed around mine.

Juices gushed out of us both. Her cream soaked my helping hand. I groaned into her lips. I loved my parallel sister as the raptus swept through my body. It was incredible to experience. I shuddered through it. My cunt writhed and spasmed. Wild estrus swept through my body.

My clit throbbed beneath the heel of her hand. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers. Our natural language loved each other. I reveled in this moment. My orgasm carried me higher and higher, beyond the limit point of masturbation.

Our mouth fell apart.

"Debra !"she whimpered.

"Denise,"I groaned.

Our bodies trembled through our orgasm. I knew we hit that marvelous peak together. That amazing plateau of raptus. My toes curled and relaxed. I shuddered as the heat flowed through my body.

Wonderful, amazing, pleasant-tasting heat energy that had me buzzing.

"That was the proficient, Debra,"she panted."Mmm, you 're so hot and silky."

"Do I finger just like you ?"I asked.

"Yes !"She giggled, her correct foundation rubbing against mine."I love it. I 'm so glad we lost our hymens."

"guess we swung too tough,"I said.

She giggled."I do n't even remember stopping swinging. The parking area was just a blur, was n't it ?"

"Yep. So glad we went. If we went to the mall, we 'd be too busy staring at boys to understand how hot we were."

Denise giggled, her figure wiggling inside of me."So true. Mmm, what a shame. We 'd both be lying in our bed tonight not fingering each other."

"Any night where we do n't do that is a shame,"I said. My digits twitched in her twat. I wanted to try out her juices. I 'd sampled my own, of path, out of wonder, I had a gratifying flavor. It was n't bad. I got why guys liked to eat out girls. Or, at to the lowest degree, they did in the few pornos we 'd watched. My date always wanted me to just suck them."We 're going to do this every night.

"Yep."She pulled her digit out of my snatch and brought them to her lips.

I quickly copied her. We both popped our digits into our mouths, tasting the former 's cunt succus. I shuddered. We had the same look, and yet hers were somehow tastier. Sexier. This was the pick that came from my other half. The incestuous delight rushed through me.

I sucked them clean. I loved every here and now of swirling my tongue around my fingers. Denise groaned beside me. The toes of her correct base curled, brushing across the top of my left pes. prickling raced up me.

"God, you taste good,"she panted."Debra, I want to do more than just finger you."

"Like ?"I asked, in complete agreement.

"Oh, you know just want I want to do,"she said."Why wait ! Let 's drive each other wild."

We both acted. Hands moved. We grabbed the former 's knocker, squeezing and kneading. We rolled onto our sides, facing each other. Our hands firmly clutching the former 's round titties. I kneaded my sister, she massaged mine.

It felt incredible. Her titty had that Saame pliant flavor as mine. Her scramble silky. Her nipples hard. Her touch was electric automobile. Every massage sent ripples of delectation down to my cunt, building a new incestuous ache.

My fingers slid up to her nipple. Pinched them. Twisted them. She grasped mine. I gasped at the jolt of electricity arching from my nubs to my cunt. My clit throbbed. Our twitching thighs rubbed together, silky pelt caressing.

"Damn, Debra,"she said as I pinched both of hers.

"Mmm, right ?"I arched an eyebrow at her."tone amazing."

"Ooh, we 're going to do such bad thing to each other."

"Things every pair of twin babe should do."

"Yes."

Our fingerbreadth twisted and twerked. My nipples throbbed. Hers felt so heavy beneath my touch. My mamilla rubbed across the soft surface of her bosom as I manipulated her nubs. My thighs squeezed tight, my clitoris aching and throbbing.

She was just so sexy. So unbelievable. The passion built and built between my thighs. I needed another cum. I needed my sister to lay down me explode again. I bit my lip as I stared into her eyes. The flavor of her gratifying pussy filled my mouth.

"God, you are a sexy bitch,"she moaned.

"Takes one to bang one."

"So you must be a reprobate, lezzie fornicatress who wants to eat out her babe 's cunt."

"Yes !"I groaned, my cunt clenching."So bad. I want to clobber you and devour you."

"Sixty-nine ?"She twisted both my nipples.

"There 's really only one question,"I told her.

Her smile grew. Which one of us would move first ?

Suddenly, we were in a mad beat, we were both moving, twisting our dead body around. We let go of nipples. Loose, brassy-brown hair flew about our faces. The bed creaked beneath us. Her bed sheet caressed my feverous material body. We both settled down and ...

"How did we do this ?"Denise asked. Both our brain had ended up at the invertebrate foot of our bed, our breasts rubbing together.

"We 're too alike,"I told her, pressing my tits into her boobs. Our nipples kissed."Only one of us has to move."

"fountainhead, it 's my bed, so you stay put."

"Oh, is that our rule ? Whose bed we 're in determines who makes conclusion ?"

"Why not."She sat up, her beautiful nipple swaying."Mmm, Debra, I 'm going to eat your cunt."

"hope, promises,"I moaned."I want to explode."

"Then you better do a skillful job."She settled down this fourth dimension with her brassy Bush right before me. The sweet perfume of her musk filled my nose."God, I love the odor of your pussy."

"Mmm, right ?"I slipped my coat of arms around her body, my right going beneath her face. I grabbed her prat and pulled her to my mouth.

I kissed at her President Bush. Her silky haircloth tickled me. Her sweet-smelling aroma filled every inhalation. Her branch wrapped around me, fingers gripping my rump. She pulled me closer, our tit rubbing into the former 's breadbasket. She nibbled into my bush, her lips hot against my pubic mound.

We moved together, smooching towards the other 's pussy. We lifted our second joint, my left and her right. I could see her folds through her bush. That tight and yummy twat. My lips reached her flower petal. I felt her hot flesh on mine. She kissed my snatch.

Together, we licked.

We both whimpered and shuddered, titty rubbing together. Her tongue felt incredible as she slid it up my folds. She brushed my clit and then flicked over the possible action of my pussy. I did the Sami to her, collecting up her sweet cream directly. I loved the grain of her folds and her surd button. My fingers tightened on her rump.

This strange déjà vu fell on me as I licked through her kitty-cat flexure. It was like I 'd eaten her pussy before. It felt so comrade to me. There were no surprise on how she felt on my spit and lips. But that was impossible.

This was our showtime time.

Her fingers dug into my butt. She gripped me stiff as her glossa fluttered up and down my sheep pen. I whimpered into her twat, mirroring her. Or maybe she mirrored me. I could n't tell, I just loved my parallel sister with my hungry tongue.

I licked and lapped and devoured her. I feasted on her with such hunger. My toes curled. My pap drank in the silklike caress of her tummy. We both moaned. Pleasure rippled through my body. mischievous sentience surged through me. Naughty impulses that had me trembling and groaning. My tongue buried late into her cunt.

I swirled around in her. I danced and played. It was incredible to experience. A delight to bask. I thrust my tongue in and out of her cunt. I stirred around in her as she did the same. Her tongue wiggled through my goofball, teasing me in manner her digits couldn't.

It felt hotter.

Thomas More intimate.

We were worshiping each other 's cunt. It was unbelievable. My lips nibbled and licked at her folds. I loved the texture of them. And she loved mine. Her fingers gripped my ass tight as she moaned into my snatch.

"Debra !"she whimpered.

"I know, Denise !"I panted. My orgasm swelled."I love you."

"I 'm so glad we realized this. That we 're doing this."She latched onto my clit.

Sucked.

My finger jumped on her tail. They fell into her butt-crack. I shuddered as I brushed her asshole. This strange impulsion barb through me. I pressed my in-between finger against her anatomical sphincter. She moaned on my button, the passion buzzing around my bud.

I thrust my digit into her asshole.

Her finger dove into my butt-crack. My lips found her button. I sucked on her bud as she jammed her finger's breadth into my bowels. A skanky heat surged down to my pussy. I moaned around her clit, trembling. The delight rippled through me. This felt incredible.

This heat built and built in my cunt, fed by her figure reaming my shit and her lips breast feeding on my button. I thrust my fingerbreadth faster in and out of her velvety bowel. She gripped my digits. I clenched my asshole around hers. We both moaned and sucked and loved the other 's clit.

My incestuous climax swelled fast. It brimmed inside of me. I could n't hold back. Did n't want to hold back.

My Twin Falls sister and I came together again.

We both moaned and bucked. dessert juices bathed my thirsty back talk. Her tongue flicked from my clit to lap up the cream gushing out of my twat. My asshole spasmed around her fingerbreadth while hers writhed around mine.

Pleasure rushed through my body. A great, howling wind of out delight. A hurricane started by my sis. Denise created such a storm of pleasure in me. I shuddered beside her. I squealed into her puss. She moaned into mine.

"Yes, yes, Denise !"

"Oh, Debra, love you !"

"cunt tastes so good !"

"You 're hot ! Juicy ! Denise, I love you !"

"Always ! You 're mine always !"

We groaned through our orgasm as we lapped and licked and devoured the purulent juices rushing out of the other 's yummy twat. I feasted on her as the winding howled through my mind. Rapture buffeted my thoughts.

I reveled in every last, incestuous present moment of bliss that we gave each other. I jammed my digit deep into her writhing dickhead. My knife plunged into her snatch. Her twat spasmed around me. She whimpered into my pussy.

Then we were gasping, panting. I shifted around. I found myself on top of her, kissing her pussy-soaked lips. Our finger were still in the other 's asshole. We pumped them in and out of as we kissed, breasts pressed tight. My bush rubbed into hers.

My clitoris caressed hers.

Sparks flared.

I broke our kiss and groaned,"We 're going to share everything, are n't we ?"

"Yes,"she moaned."Every boy."

"Or missy,"I said, smiling."

She jammed her digit deep into my whoreson."Kinky."

"Yes, we are."I rubbed my nozzle against hers."This was the best day ever. Tomorrow, we should go to the park and find someone to flirt with."

"Mmm, imagine a guy fucking us one after the other and then licking each former clean."

"Sounds perfect,"I said and kissed her. I felt the heat between us.

Our Nox was far, far from over. We were going to have so often fun playing with each former. Going to the green was the comfortably decisiveness we 'd ever prepare. I was so glad that we finally noticed the other.

We almost went our whole animation without ever fully discovering the joy of having a twin.your little SOB ?

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