The mind Control Device Short

Twin sister 's Lingering lust

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

promissory note : Thanks to WRC264 for Beta reading this !

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

It was his own creation, based off rumors he 'd get wind of the armed forces researching into using ultra-high absolute frequency sounds to mind-control person. Inflamed by this idea, and desiring to savor his two barely sound daughter, he built it.

And tested it.

At a parking lot two hr drive from his menage, he activated it. Everyone in the commons was affected, including a twain of nubile, twinned sis. The nature of the gimmick would mean they would never call up their inaugural meter with a man nor with each other.

If the device worked properly, they would have no tincture at all of the mind-control statement that had programmed them to not only savor incest, but want to make out each other. The girls should never inquire what happened to their hymens or have any alteration to their personalities and desires.

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

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Debra Carter - Minutes Before energizing

your little asshole ?

The swing creaked as I idly pushed at the sand with my feet, rocking me back a bit. My twin sister, Denise, sat beside me on another swing, her brassy-brown hair's-breadth fluttering in the pushover sweeping through the green. It was a warm Sat and we were bored.

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

I shrugged, my weaponry wrapped around the strand. They were sheathed in blue plastic tube to keep your finger from getting pinched in the chain of mountains links. My human foot dragged furrows through the backbone beneath me, creating twin groove. We had put on cockeyed skinny dungaree and tight blouses with V necklines to demo off our round breasts.

We were eighteen and looking for some fun. We wanted to coquette with some cute son.

"We should have gone to the shopping centre,"Denise complained."There 's just a bunch of tyke here."

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

All the nestling were leaving the park with their parents or by themselves. I shrugged and looked over at my Sister. Her hazel eyes met mine. We were identical, her face a mirror of mine. The exclusively remainder between us was my garden pink blouse to her purple.

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

"Yeah, definitely,"she said."Maybe we can find a pair of cute, twin brothers and have an amazing weekend. They can sweep us off our foundation and osculate us and shower us in gifts."

"And fuck us,"I said.

My Sister giggled, her brass growth spotted. We were both virgins and eager to change that. We just had to find the rectify duet of boys. We wanted to do everything together. I mean, not in the same room, but if we were in different rooms and both of us were getting it on with a hot guy who made us experience amazing, that would be perfect way for us to fall back our cherries.

I pushed back on the golf shot, my feet leaving the ground. The chains creaked as I said,"Okay, we 're going to—"

I stretched my spinal column as I stood on the grass by my sister. The commons bench was feet away, the laptop guy putting away his data processor and the verbaliser beside him. An eighteen-year-old girl I did n't know was dragging her mother away from the guy, the two dressed for jogging.

"time lag, what were we talking about ?"my sis asked. She thrust her weapon system up in the air, her royal blouse stretching over her tits.

"Um, boys, right ?"I asked. I yawned. I had such a unknown 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."

"Right,"I said. I felt so fatigue. But soundly. There was a warmth fluttering through my physical structure. I buzzed like I had just masturbated more times than I ever had in my life sentence. I took my twin sister 's hand."It 's boring here. Want to go home."

"Yeah,"she said, squeezing my hand. She covered her mouth with her other 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 male parent but still handsome. My heart followed him as he left with a strut. The sort of dominating walk of life of a winner.

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

"Yum,"my sister said, squeezing her hired hand."He is hot. Making my nipples tingle."

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

"Yeah,"she said, her coxa wiggling from slope to side."Feel like I just masturbated."Flashes of my sister doing that popped into my mind. Her body distortion in Passion, her round breasts heaving. Her groan echoed through my thoughts.

The wet heat between my thighs swelled. My sis 's breasts looked delicious. They were a nifty couplet of tits, which meant I had a great pair of titty. The eccentric that just begged to be squeezed and kneaded, her nipples sucked on.

I 'd never noticed just how hot her tits were.

As we strolled across the park to maneuver home, I kept noticing the bounce of her breasts. They were just such a Delicious pair. 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 affect her tits.

The thought of touching my twin sister 's breasts had me blinking. I wrenched my gaze from them. Why would I cogitate of Denise like that ? She was my sister. My sister. My shape and rake. And she was a girl. I never stared at fille with hunger like that. I was into boys. Cute boys.

Why were n't there any cute son ?

A lot of people were flooding into the parking lot all at the Same clip as we neared the edge. Children ran past us, giggling and laughing. Some of the mass were yawning like they 'd just awaken up from sleep. I arched my vertebral column. My speech sound beeped.

I pulled it out and ..."Wow. I have a 12 texts and content I missed."

"Huh ?"my twin said, drawing her speech sound out of her pocket."I did n't think we were at the park that long. reckon at how deep it is."

"Shit,"I said."It did n't feel like we were here for more than fifteen 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 60 minutes. Probably boys. It was our pet theme. Since we started getting hair on our twat and growing tits, it had become what we loved.

We left the park. My sister 's tit kept being a distraction. I tried to watch up on the message from our supporter, my similitude doing the same. She had her attention focused on her earpiece, her face twisted with assiduity. A curl of her brassy hair fell down her cheek. I just wanted to brush it away.

Her pink mouth pursed.

What would it be like to buss those rim ...

I shot my gaze back down to my earpiece. Why did I think that ? What was incorrectly with me ? She was my sister. Think about cute male child.

I struggled to think of cute boys. Bruce or Clint or Rex were cunning Guy at my college. And there was Mr. Toni Morrison, who was our account professor that my baby and I both had a crushed leather on. But their faces would n't stay in my mind. Denise 's kept popping up.

My cheeks burned. My pussycat grew hotter and hotter. Every step, the tingle in my cunt swelled. I wanted to masturbate. I gripped my phone in my leave behind mitt, my right holding Denise 's. Hers was warm and soft and her fingers were so delicate.

I struggled to respond my friends, typing with just my thumb. We walked down the sidewalk towards our home. A unwind pace as the boil in my step-in swelled and swelled. I wanted to touch myself so bad.

And I was scared about what I would think about while doing it. Not just masturbating to a girl, but to the one girl I should n't. Denise was my flesh and blood. Literally. We had the Lapplander DNA. We started out as one person. During the low hour of our existence, as our original 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 thought struck me like a piece of wood whipped up by a twister and then toss out away. It slammed into me so intemperate I stumbled, pulling my hand from my sister 's. I gasped at this taboo musical theme. That touching her, making passion to her, was just like masturbating myself. We came from the Saame egg fertilized by the Saami spermatozoon. We were the same person.

Was it incest for us to kiss and lick and touch each early ?

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

"I just ... I stumbled,"I said. I shook my headspring."Clumsy me."

"That 's because you were staring at your telephone set and not where you 're walking,"she said, a twinkle in her hazel eyes. She had such a adorable blush to her garden pink cheeks. Her mammilla were still hard, still poking at her blouse. I wanted to hug her. To press my own set up pith 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 slant against you so you can patronage me,"I told her.

"Yeah,"she said, the pink in her cheeks growing to a greater extent intense. My own buttock were tender. I wanted to kiss her, hug her. I wanted to explode. My pussy was so hot."Maybe you should."

Her arm trembled as she reached out and slipped it around my waist. I shuddered at the feel of her hand sliding around my skin through my blouse. She grasped my left hip and pulled me to her. I pressed into her side. My own arm went around her waist, touching her. Our soundbox were pressed tight.

I felt the side of her pinhead brush mine. My nipple throbbed and ached. My snatch grew juicier and juicier. My toes curled. My heart pounded in my chest as we kept walking. I slipped my telephone in my pocket then reveled in the spirit of her against me. Our jean-clad thighs whisked by each former.

We did n't let the cat out of the bag 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 things up. I did n't require to say the wrong matter. My tum writhed with heart while my puss burned.

She smelled so good. There was this mellisonant 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 gossip. This felt so weird. A day that started out with boy-watching had turned into something else. My pussy ached deep inside of me. I bit my lip, wanting to just thrust my hand in my jeans.

To feel her hand thrust into my jeans.

My hand itched to slither from her pelvis and cup her ass through her denim. I knew we both had perky buns. squeezable asses. The case of asses hombre liked to stare at. It was why we were wearing our tightest jeans.

The tension around my affectionateness grew with each step, this pressure to do something. To grab her. fumble her. To do wicked thing with her. This was insane. The passion swelled and swelled through my body.

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

My bridge player moved an inch.

I was really doing this.

Another column inch. I crept slowly, hoping she would n't point out. My lineage screamed through my veins. Roared in my capitulum. My hand moved another inch and slip across her butt. I felt the flex of her ass beneath the denim. I wanted to squeeze 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 step away. I must have weirded her out. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and stared at it, her cheeks vermilion. She typed with stiff movements.

My own was vibrating with notifications in my air hole. I swallowed, missing the feel of my sister against me. I had her pressed tight and blew it. I should n't have touched her ass. I made her think I was acting weird.

"What should we do ?"I said, trying to pretend nix had happened. I needed to act normal. Not suspicious.

"I do n't know ?"she said as we reached our house and left the sidewalk behind."sentinel some Netflix."

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

She nodded.

Yeah, I made affair weird. I could tell. She was tense in her shoulder. I mentally kicked myself. She stepped up before me to unlock the room access. My eyes fell down on her ass. God, it was just perfect tense. I wanted to bear upon it. I want to work it and kiss it. I wanted to do such wicked things to her.

ostentation of kissing her, of licking her pussy, of licking cum out of her kitty-cat, drifted through my judgment. I shuddered, the heating burning through my slit. My pantie soaked up the succus flowing out of me.

I was such a pervert.

She opened the door and swept in. It grew cooler inside. Mom was running the A/C. I could hear her in the kitchen. My babe fell on the couch and absently turned on the TV while still typing on her phone. 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 white elbow room. We could n't let it get messy. Not with both of us sharing it. Our beds were on opposite sides, mine with a knock sheet and hers with purple. We had our own desks that were side by side, her laptop shut closed on hers while I had a desktop. We would switch them back and forth.

We shared everything. We had a closet with clothes that we often thought of as each others. Jeans and blouses and skirts and dresses. We were the like size. The solitary thing we did n't share were bras, step-in, and socks. We had our own drawers in our shared dresser for that. We always made sure to buy different types of panties so we would n't get them mixed up.

I was on fire. I groaned and ripped off my blouse. I threw it in the hamper, my breasts constrained in a cream-hued bra. My pap poked against the fabric. I bit my lip, that need to masturbate edifice and building.

There was a trouble sharing a room with your Gemini baby. 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 severalise insurance. If I woke up and get word her pleasuring herself, I would just pretend to be asleep or name a thin dissonance so she would stop. Other fourth dimension, we would n't point out about why we took a long shower.

But my sister was downstairs.

I unsnapped my denim. My slide fastener rasped. I groaned as I shoved my helping hand down the movement of my scanty. My hand slid through my pubic hair, the balmy ringlet caressing my fingertips. I found the wet congregation of my twat. I groaned as I brushed my clit. I slid my finger's breadth through my juicy lips and found the entrance to my twat.

I did n't feel my hymen.

My digit slipped into my profundity. I gasped at how great it felt to penetrate myself for the first gear clip. I whimpered at the sensation of sliding into my cunt. It was incredible. My digits went further and further, teasing my rampart. My juice soaked me. This was incredible. I did n't know what happened to my maidenhead, but I was glad it was gone because—

My sleeping room room access opened.

I whipped my hired man out of my trouser, finger's breadth ripping from my pussy. My digits gleamed with succus as I looked over my shoulder, cheek combustion. Denise was there. She froze at the sight of me, and then she glanced away.

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

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

I swallowed as she pulled off her blouse. She had on a black bra. It was precious. It held her breasts. I bit my lip, wondering if she would occupy it off. She still had that stymie tensity stiffening her body. I should n't let her catch me ogling her, but I wanted to. She had such a lithe back. Her denim popped. Her slide fastener rasped.

This heat rushed through me. She wiggled out of her jeans. Her posterior clad in her lightlessness and lacy scanty appeared. They were hugging her butt-cheeks. The cloth had dug into her gap, outlining them perfectly. She bent over advance, a few range Strand of her hair peeking out the side, a darkness spot 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 of golf and exuberant. My fingers itched, two of them soaked in my juices. She bit her lip then she darted to our dresser. She pulled out a long T-shirt and drew it on. It fell down to her mid-thighs.

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

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

I stripped them off, wishing Denise would stare at me. She would n't. Why would she ? My Gemini was n't turning into some sort of deviate. I found a duet of underdrawers and a tank top. I pulled them on then glanced at my desk.

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

The afternoon stretched long and the eve felt so deadening. I just needed to masturbate, but I could n't slip away. My Sister was around and then mom was yelling at us to do chores. Dad came home from fishing and we had dinner. The entire meter, my snatch simmered.

I wanted to strike a prospicient shower, but Mom was ensconced in the bathroom taking her relaxing, Saturday nighttime bathing tub, and enjoying some"me"time ( I.E., reading trashy love story novels and sipping Pinot Chardonnay ). When she finished, I 'd be thankful our bedchamber was adjacent to our parents.

It was stuffy in our room. I was tired and steamy and frustrated and wanted to cum. I was happy when Denise said she wanted to go to log Z's too soon. She turned off the luminosity and started changing. In the darkness, I heard the rustle of clothing. Her eubstance was just a tincture as she stripped naked. A silhouette.

It was somehow more exciting hearing the speech sound of her panty sliding down her organic structure. She was bent over for a moment, the bender of her prat looking so delicious. She pulled on a nightgown and then slipped into her bed.

My pussy soaked my panty. I started changing, wishing she was watching me. I stripped them all off. My bra released my tits. I hoped she caught a slope visibility of my naked titty as I bent over to require off my shorts and panties. My cunt ached. I smelled my sweet musk. The joy rippled through my body.

I was naked for a moment before my counterpart sister. I wanted to gyrate 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 strange and naughty impulses filled me. I do n't make love what happened at the park to riff this lezzie, incestuous switch in me, but I wanted to make love to my twin.

And I couldn't.

I sighed as Denise did n't hurl herself at me. She sounded like she was shifting on the bed to get well-situated. To her, I was just changing into my nightgown like I did every other even. I found my nightgown in the dark and slipped it on. Christ Within and clinging to my naked physical structure, my youthful flesh quivering.

I slipped to my bed but did n't go beneath the covers. I lay on my back, breathing regularly. I listened to my sister, waiting for her to be fully gone so I could pleasure myself. I had to fuck off now. No waiting for Mom to fetch up her farsighted tub so I could use the bathroom.

I bit my lip. I felt every musical rhythm of my heart. My kitty was soaked. I had n't bothered with panty. I pulled up the hem of my nightgown. My hand were just resting on my thigh, in from my aching pussycat. That sweet musk of my Passion of Christ filled my nose.

Did my sis have the same odour ? I wished I could observe out. Maybe I could steal her panties. I could rub them against my typeface. I would besmirch that wonderful musk across my look. My finger's breadth inched closelipped to my twat. My tit rose and fell, nipple aching.

She had to be asleep. I did n't get a line any movement. Just her truelove breathing. She was beneath her covert. Her eyes were closed. I could do it. I just had to be tranquility. I was good at that. My fingers slid tight and closer to my juicy pussy.

I found my bush. My fingers slid through my silky pubic hair to regain those folds. I stroked up and down my slit. My dactyl dug into my petal. I brushed my button, a wonderful shiver rippled through my body.

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

The heat in my twat increased as I slid my digit up and down my juicy pussy lips. I brushed my clitoris and stroked around it. My toes curled. This tremendous, wet, and wanton estrus built and built in the depth of my cunt as my incestuous fantasy swelled.

"I just could n't fend you,"Denise whispered in my imagination."Touching you is like touching my own pussy. You 're just as hot as I am. Just as wet and silky. Do you own your maidenhead ?"My digit pressed into my cunt. They slid into the profundity of my snatch."No, you do n't. You 've lost yours, too. Mmm, is n't it hot to slide fingers into your cunt ?"

I wanted to whimper, to moan out my answer.

I plundered my finger in and out of my pussy. It felt incredible. It was so operose not to groan. I wanted to cry out right now as I imagined the flavor of my babe fingering my twat. It would be incredible. My toes curled and flexed.

My breasts jiggled as I squirmed. My bed creaked. I could n't facilitate moving. My figure felt baffle. I plundered my puss faster. My two digit slid into my depths. It felt so unbelievable to reach 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 idea."You 're feeling so good. You 're so hot. You 're molten around my digit. 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 finger's breadth buried deep into my twat. This rush of fear cut through me, knifing through my foreplay. I did n't want to move an column inch. If she had woken up, I just had to pretend I was n't doing anything.

Then she let out a fiddling whimper. A groan of passion.

My kitty-cat clenched around my fingers. My sister was masturbating at the like time as me. I glanced over at her. The covers of her bed moved. She was on her back. Her bed creaked again. Her legs shifted. Her scent twitched.

I pumped my fingerbreadth in and out of my pussy. My pussy squeezed around my figure. I gripped them, drinking in the pleasure. My sis let out another suspiration. Her bed creaked again. I bit my lip, my digit pumping faster and faster in and out of my snatch.

I shuddered. My bed creaked.

My babe froze.

I stopped masturbating. My breast rose and fell. I could n't trust this was happening. My heart pounded. parentage rushed through my vein. This heat shot through me. My juice soaked my finger's breadth. I felt the air growing thicker and thicker around us.

We both were mindful of the other.

"Are you ... ?"Denise said.

"Yeah,"I said, my cheeks burning.

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

"Yeah."

"Debra ..."My sister 's vocalization sounded crocked. Throaty."I mean ..."

"What ?"

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

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

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

Some people said twins were telepathic. I 'd never read her mind, but sometimes we just thought so often alike that it was like we were communicating with just our thoughts."Yours."

I rolled out of bed, shocked that this was going to hap. I pulled my fingers out of my twat and then, feeling real bold, I ripped off my night-robe. My nipple throbbed and ached. frisson raced down my bitch. Juices soaked my bush. The sweet 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 dark human body. I could see her painted in chromaticity of dark blue. Her second joint had a wondrous gleam, her nightgown hike above her waistline, her bush black shadower. She sat up and ripped off her own nightdress, her breasts swaying.

mammilla poked backbreaking before her. She scooted over, giving me elbow room to slip into her bed.

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

"Yeah,"I said, sliding into bed beside her. My heart pounded. line of descent 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 first 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 second joint, too. This marvellous rut washed through me. We were so skinny. I had been about to cum before I realized she was awake.

Almost together, our hands slipped down our soundbox. The sweet-flavored musk of my puss swelled. Like I was smelling it doubled. She did ingest the same scent. We kept staring into each former 's eyes, watching our reflections as we pressed our finger between our thighs.

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

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

"No. Not sure when it broke. I had it when I masturbated last-place night."

My twat clenched around her finger's breadth."In here ? While I was sleeping ?"

"Uh-huh,"she panted. Her eyes seemed to glisten. 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 finisher to her."I 'm having new desires today. foreign ones. Wicked ones."

"Me, too,"she said, whispering. Suddenly, her hand that had been fingering her pussycat rested on my thigh. Wet fingerbreadth smeared her warmth on my skin.

"Denise ?"I gasped."Really ?"

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

I pulled my fingers from my pussy and went for it. I cupped my sister 's kitty. Her silky pubic hair caressed my finger here and now before our lip met in an incestuous candy kiss. Everything changed in that tremendous moment. Her hand moved to my puss. Our fingers thrust into each other 's sex as our tongues dueled in frantic lust.

My twin 's fingerbreadth were inside of me. I was inside of her. I whimpered into the kiss, rolling partly onto my side. My titmouse shifted as we fingered each former. Her pussy felt like mine, but it was n't. It was hers. Hot and juicy and as wet as mine. Her digits felt monovular to my own and yet better.

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

It felt so right hand to buss her. I do n't experience why I had grown up my entire life thinking incest was wrong. That I should n't hunger for my babe. My glossa danced and darted and swirled around inside of her mouth. Hers caressed mine, swirling. Our sassing worked together.

The pleasance swelled so fast through me. It was unbelievable. My total body felt on blast. My puss clenched down on her digits, increasing the friction. Her twat gripped my fingers in hot silk. Our thighs rubbed together.

We broke the kiss and moaned each other 's figure at the Same time.

"Debra !"

"Denise !"

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

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

"I thought the Saame thing !"My pussy clenched down on my Gemini 's plunging fingerbreadth."Denise, yes, yes ! I love you !"

"You 're the most of import affair in my animation,"she gasped."Why did n't I see it before the park !"

"Right ?"I rubbed my nozzle against hers, my eyes lost into her hazel depths."Denise, I 'm going to cum so surd on your fingers."

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

"Big time."

Denise giggled. Her snatch clenched around my digit. I thrust them hard into her while the heel of my hand shifted and pressed down on her button. I gasped as she did the Sami. She ground on my bud, pleasure surging through my organic structure. I gasped at how unbelievable this was. How get it was to hurtle my digit over and over into her pussy while she did the same to mine.

My incestuous orgasm built faster and faster. My sassing found my Gemini 's again. We kissed, our body pressing tighter. My left wing bosom nudged her right. I groaned, loving the contact. Our spit went wild, dancing, teasing.

We moaned. Fingered. Loved each other.

And we came together.

At the Same minute, my sexual climax burst through my slit, her puss spasmed around my finger's breadth. I shuddered and bucked, rubbing my boob into hers. My nipple graze hers while the hot exaltation surged through my cunt. moving ridge of cloud nine swept through my body. My heart thundered in my pectus. My second joint rubbed together. My stage brushed hers, my purulent convulsing around her digits.

Her bit writhed around mine.

Juices gushed out of us both. Her emollient soaked my helping hand. I groaned into her sassing. I loved my twin sis as the rapture swept through my torso. It was unbelievable to experience. I shuddered through it. My cunt writhed and spasmed. Wild heating plant swept through my body.

My clit throbbed beneath the hound of her mitt. Her pussy spasmed around my finger's breadth. Our lingua loved each other. I reveled in this moment. My orgasm carried me higher and higher, beyond the terminus ad quem of masturbation.

Our sass fell apart.

"Debra !"she whimpered.

"Denise,"I groaned.

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

Wonderful, amazing, delicious heat that had me buzzing.

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

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

"Yes !"She giggled, her right-hand foot 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 ballpark was just a blur, was n't it ?"

"Yep. So happy we went. If we went to the mall, we 'd be too busy staring at boy to realize how hot we were."

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

"Any Nox where we do n't do that is a pity,"I said. My digits twitched in her goofball. I wanted to savor her juices. I 'd sampled my own, of course, out of curiosity, I had a angelical tang. It was n't bad. I got why guys liked to eat out girls. Or, at least, they did in the few smut we 'd watched. My dates always wanted me to just suck them."We 're going to do this every night.

"Yep."She pulled her finger out of my pussycat and brought them to her lips.

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

I sucked them clean. I loved every moment of swirling my clapper around my finger's breadth. Denise groaned beside me. The toes of her right wing animal foot curled, brushing across the top of my left foot. shudder raced up me.

"God, you taste sound,"she panted."Debra, I want to do Sir Thomas 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 campaign each early wild."

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

It felt incredible. Her white meat had that same pliant flavour as mine. Her pare silky. Her pap hard. Her signature was electric automobile. Every massage sent rippling of delight down to my cunt, building a new incestuous ache.

My finger's breadth slid up to her mammilla. Pinched them. Twisted them. She grasped mine. I gasped at the jerk of electricity arching from my nitty-gritty to my snatch. My clitoris throbbed. Our twitching thighs rubbed together, silky skin caressing.

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

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

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

"affair every duad of mate sisters should do."

"Yes."

Our fingerbreadth twisted and twerked. My tit throbbed. Hers felt so hard beneath my soupcon. My nipples rubbed across the soft surface of her bosom as I manipulated her nubs. My second joint squeezed tight, my clit aching and throb.

She was just so sexy. So incredible. The heat built and built between my second joint. I needed another cum. I needed my sister to stool me explode again. I bit my lip as I stared into her eyes. The look of her sweet-smelling pussy filled my mouth.

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

"Takes one to know one."

"So you must be a depraved, lezzie hussy who wants to eat out her sister 's cunt."

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, we were in a mad scramble, we were both moving, twisting our bodies around. We let go of nipples. Loose, brassy-brown hair flew about our faces. The bed creaked beneath us. Her tack caressed my hectic flesh. We both settled down and ...

"How did we do this ?"Denise asked. Both our psyche had ended up at the animal foot of our bed, our titty rubbing together.

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

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

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

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

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

"Then you better do a skillful job."She settled down this time with her brassy pubic hair right before me. The Henry Sweet smell of her musk filled my nozzle."God, I love the aroma of your pussy."

"Mmm, right ?"I slipped my coat of arms around her eubstance, my right wing going beneath her side. I grabbed her hindquarters and pulled her to my mouth.

I kissed at her bush. Her silky tomentum tickled me. Her sweet aroma filled every inhalation. Her arms wrapped around me, fingers gripping my tush. She pulled me closer, our knocker rubbing into the other 's stomach. She nibbled into my George H.W. Bush, her sassing hot against my pubic mound.

We moved together, smooching towards the early 's cunt. We lifted our second joint, my left-hand and her rightfield. I could see her folds through her bush. That cockeyed and yummy twat. My lips reached her petals. I felt her hot flesh on mine. She kissed my snatch.

Together, we licked.

We both whimpered and shuddered, breasts rubbing together. Her tongue felt incredible as she slid it up my folds. She brushed my clitoris and then flicked over the opening of my cunt. I did the same to her, collecting up her sweet cream directly. I loved the grain of her folds and her hard clit. My fingers tightened on her rump.

This unusual déjà vu fell on me as I licked through her pussycat folds. It was like I 'd wipe out her pussy before. It felt so intimate to me. There were no surprises on how she felt on my clapper and backtalk. But that was impossible.

This was our first time.

Her fingers dug into my ass. She gripped me rigorous as her knife fluttered up and down my faithful. I whimpered into her twat, mirroring her. Or maybe she mirrored me. I could n't assure, I just loved my twin sister with my hungry tongue.

I licked and lapped and devoured her. I feasted on her with such hunger. My toes curled. My nipples drank in the satiny caress of her stomach. We both moaned. Pleasure rippled through my eubstance. prankish whiz surged through me. Naughty impulses that had me trembling and groaning. My natural language buried deep into her cunt.

I swirled around in her. I danced and played. It was incredible to receive. A delight to savor. I thrust my tongue in and out of her slit. I stirred around in her as she did the same. Her natural language wiggled through my twat, teasing me in ways her digits couldn't.

It felt hotter.

More intimate.

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

"Debra !"she whimpered.

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

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

Sucked.

My fingers jumped on her rump. They fell into her butt-crack. I shuddered as I brushed her SOB. This strange pulsing shot through me. I pressed my middle figure against her sphincter. She moaned on my clit, the passion buzzing around my bud.

I thrust my dactyl into her asshole.

Her fingers dove into my butt-crack. My lip found her clit. I sucked on her bud as she jammed her digit into my bowels. A wicked heat surged down to my kitty. I moaned around her clit, trembling. The pleasure rippled through me. This felt incredible.

This heating plant built and built in my cunt, fed by her digit reaming my asshole and her mouth nursing on my clit. I thrust my digit faster in and out of her velvety bowels. She gripped my digits. I clenched my motherfucker around hers. We both moaned and sucked and loved the other 's clit.

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

My twin babe and I came together again.

We both moaned and bucked. afters succus bathed my thirsty sassing. Her lingua flicked from my clit to lap up the cream gushing out of my snatch. My dickhead spasmed around her digit while hers writhed around mine.

Pleasure rushed through my eubstance. A great, howling wind of taboo delight. A hurricane started by my baby. Denise created such a violent storm of pleasure in me. I shuddered beside her. I squealed into her pussy. She moaned into mine.

"Yes, yes, Denise !"

"Oh, Debra, love you !"

"snatch tastes so near !"

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

"Always ! You 're mine always !"

We groaned through our orgasms as we lapped and licked and devoured the pussy juices rushing out of the other 's yummy cunt. I feasted on her as the winds howled through my mind. Rapture buffeted my thoughts.

I reveled in every last, incestuous moment of bliss that we gave each other. I jammed my finger deep into her writhing son of a bitch. My glossa plunged into her cunt. Her puss 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 sass. Our finger were still in the other 's son of a bitch. We pumped them in and out of as we kissed, knocker pressed tight. My bush rubbed into hers.

My clit 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 girl,"I said, smiling."

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

"Yes, we are."I rubbed my olfactory organ against hers."This was the upright day ever. Tomorrow, we should go to the park and witness mortal to recreate with."

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

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

Our nighttime was far, far from over. We were going to have so much fun playing with each other. Going to the green was the best decision we 'd ever relieve oneself. I was so sword lily that we finally noticed the other.

We almost went our unhurt lifespan without ever fully discovering the delights of having a twin.your little SOB ?

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