It started out innocently enough. I had this compulsive idea of seeing my twin buddy naked.

Anyway, one day when mom and dad were n't dwelling house, Saint Paul was in the exhibitioner. I screwed up my courage and snuck into the bathroom and stood there in a nook where he could n't see me until he came out of the rain shower. Eventually, the doorway slid unresolved. Paul stepped out. There he was, naked and dripping wet from read/write head to toe. But I do n't think I had time to lease in any item. He actually screamed and turned around to hide his private parts. I ran out and hid in my bedroom and locked the door.

A few minute later he came to the door and starting pounding. Boy was he mad. The only part of his ranting that I heard was, `` I 'm going to tell, Margo. '' I was crying by then and scared to end. I cracked the door to plead with him. He was already dressed. `` You ca n't. You ca n't. '' `` But you came in there when I was in the shower !"

I do n't think back how recollective I pleaded with him, but then an theme came into my head. `` I 'll take off my clothes for you. '' Now he may not have been occupy in young woman at that age, but that was an idea that he could n't stand firm. `` OK, '' he said.

It was only then that very terror set in for me. I could n't consider what I had said. I was trapped. So I backed into my room and he followed. `` Close the doorway ,. '' - of class nobody was home, but you understand -"and twist around."He did both. I slipped out of my tee shirt, shoe and jeans.

"OK,"I said nervously. He turned to see me standing there in my panties and training bra.

I could tell he was stunned by seeing me like that, even though it was n't much different than my bathing lawsuit. But then he said, `` But you said ! '' I was still trapped.

'' Turn around, again. '' I turned around, too. Tears streaming down my side, Standing back to plunk for with him, I took off the bra and dropped my panty to the floor. `` OK, '' I said again.

He turned to see my bare bottom. Then I turned, my hand covering what I could. Paul just stared. Slowly I let my hands free fall to my sides, revealing my tuft of haircloth and everything else for that matter. He stood like in a enchantment. Finally, one word, barely audible. `` Wow. '' I turned back and rapidly got my wearing apparel on.

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A few workweek later, I guess St. Paul had been working up his own braveness. He decided to work tabular array on me. I stepped out of the shower, and there he was. I screamed and turned around, but he did n't leave. With my rachis to him and a towel hastily wrapped around me, I said, `` You 'd better take your clothes off NOW ! ! !. Everything ! ! ! ! '' I heard the strait of clothes being unfastened and dropped to the floor.

When I turned, he was standing there hiding his genitals. `` Come on, '' I said. `` I ca n't, '' he said. `` come on ! ! '' He moved his hands away and his phallus was standing straight out. Guess what I said ! `` Wow."

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When mom and dad were out, we would often find a way to see each early naked like that, especially in the shower. We got over the shyness about using the john with each other in the room. Paul always liked to watch my pee come out and a few fourth dimension, I did it in the shower kiosk for him. We even talked about our experiences with the diametrical sex.

At this breaker point, I was letting boys experience me up and rub my panty. One day, Paul came in while I was showering. I asked him, `` Will you come in and launder my binding ? '' It was something I 'd been dreaming about for months. He undressed and came in. I turned my binding and gave him the soap. Of course, I had n't really thought much beyond getting my back washed.

Saul of Tarsus lathered my back, and then my articulatio humeri and then he reached around in front and washed me there. We had never touched like that. It felt sooooo unspoilt. I purred, `` mmmmmm, '' and giggled when his penis kept knocking against my hind end. Then I turned and said, `` airstream my legs."

He was pretty embarrassed, but also excited. So he knelt down on one knee and started with my feet. As he worked his way up, I had decision to make. `` You can wash me there, too. '' I had never let a boy actually extend to my pussy, though some render to bear on my panties aside or fall away their manus inside. Let 's just say that Paul did a grand job and I was moaning as he washed me there. `` Oh that look respectable, Paul."

'' Your turn, '' I eventually said. I took the easy lay and lathered his backrest. He was so mucscular, so beautiful. `` Turn around. '' I washed his now strong dresser very affectionately and, a piddling nervously, started to rub easy lay on his penis and balls. Then I too knelt down and washed his leg. Do n't get too excited -- I never even thought of giving him oral sex.

When I got to the top of his legs, I felt like his privates needed some more cleansing. His cock felt so substantial in my manus. `` bread and butter doing that, '' he said between late breathing place. By then I was curious what would encounter, though I knew from a theoretical perspective. All of a sudden, sperm cell shooting out in bursts. Some hit the wall behind me. Some hit my cheek. Some ran down over my chest. He just moaned and moaned.

After it was over, I stood up and he washed me off. Then we hugged tight, our wet soundbox pressed together. `` Oh, Margo. '' He held me tight and we kissed like fan. Maybe, we really were.

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Mom and Dad did n't leave Paul and me home alone all that often, and sometimes the timing was n't just right. So after we had showered together that grand metre, our sex spirit progressed with early kids.

At the time, I was going out with soft touch, a boy a bit older than me. And after I had felt Paul 's hand washing my pussy and seen him derive in the shower, I had different ideas about my limit when alone with a boy. sucker and I had a favorite barn to park behind, and as usual, we got into the back seat.

When he reached up under my blouse and felt my bra, I said, `` Why do n't you take it off ? '' And while he was doing that, I was unbuttoning my blouse. He saw my boob for the low time and it was delightful to have him rubbing me there. He kissed me there, too, and that was really wonderful. I did n't block up him when he slid his bridge player into my step-in under my skirt and felt how wet I was. I was soon cumming as he did something I never expected - he slid his finger into my vagina and started sliding it in and out. Oh god so that was what fucking must feel like.

And I had opened his rap and zipper and pushed down his BVDs. I had never done that before, but now I had in mind what had happened with my brother. I took his hammer out and started rubbing. It was n't long before we were both a quite a little with his sperm.

We both snuck home that night without being discovered, despite an obvious stigma on my dame and one on his shirt. I told him he 'd better Tennessean to do the laundry.

Mom and Dad went away for a weekend, so Apostle Paul and I did n't wait five mo before we hopped into the shower together. He 'd been getting pretty far with my admirer Carol, though they both swore they had n't had sex yet. Anyway, the delight of being washed by such a gorgeous man was still vivid. We took our fourth dimension lathering each former 's backbone. Then facing each other, I scrubbed his grand dresser as his hands slid over my chest. That sure was wonderful. My mamilla were hard and I could palpate myself getting aroused inside.

He knelt down in front of me, first kissing and sucking on my teat, then kissing my potbelly. As he was washing my thigh he started to kiss my pubic hair.

Oh my Oh my OH MY. Before he started washing my cunt, his tongue licked my pussy lips and I could finger affectionate slippery juice running down my leg with the water. I had to tip against the paries, I was getting so fallible in the knees. He was licking between my lips now. Then two fingers were up inside me, fucking me, oh yessssss. What had carol been teaching him ? Oh yessss. I was crying out with pleasure.

After he knew I was satisfied, he stood up and I finished washing him. I knelt down to rinse his feet and legs and especially his wonderful rooster and his balls. I was n't exactly for sure how to do this, but after the water had rinsed him off, I tentatively kissed his penis at the tip, while I was holding it with my hand. I knew what I had to do, but once again, I was nervous. I tried putting a minuscule bit in my mouth. Saul of Tarsus moaned and, well, I did n't die. I pushed my face down over it more and started bobbing my head so it went in and out of my mouth. It was Paul that was leaning against the wall and moaning now. Then he said, `` Look out, I 'm cumming, '' and pulled himself out of my oral fissure. Sperm started squirting everywhere again including on my case. I do n't love why, but I wanted him to terminate in my mouth. I took his peter back in and felt the last spasms of cum in my throat.

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We both had dates that night and I gave Deutsche Mark the same party favor. Boy was he surprised. He gave me the pleasure of his finger and we both got totally naked for the initiative time, but he would n't lick my pussy. I went domicile pleased but feeling a little chisel and went to bed. Paul came back a half hour later.

I lay awake for maybe another half 60 minutes thinking about Saul. Then, only in my nightie, I went across to his elbow room and pushed the room access open.

'' Apostle Paul, are you still awake ?"

'' Yes."

'' Can I come in ?"

'' OK."

'' Paul ?"

'' Yes ?"

'' I really liked what we did in the shower bath today."

'' Can we do it again ?"

'' OK"

And I slipped into his bed. I tried to get under the concealment with him, but a twin bed is really small. It was n't long before the concealment were on the floor and he was laying on top of me. Then my nightgown was on the floor and his jammies were gone. He was laying on top of me, his punishing stopcock pressed against my belly. We were kissing and his hands were massaging my breasts. He slid down and kissed my mammilla and skid down down down some more.

What a feeling. Laying naked on a bed. My leg spread wide for a Male who was surd and beautiful. Soon his head was between my stage and he was once again that day licking my pussy.

He leaned up to observe his fingers go into my love hole. `` You 're so beautiful, sis. '' He was thrusting thrusting thrusting and I was rocking with pleasure. When he pushed his face into my pussy and push back his knife in, I cried out. I suppose it was done better by former men later in my life, but to me then it was the most wonderful thing ever.

I pushed him over and crawled between his legs. I kissed his legs and then his shaft and then took him in my mouth. I 'm sure he had better later in life too, but he was moaning with pleasure and thrusting his cock up into my oral fissure as my back talk slid up and down over him for the ten mo it took him to cum in my mouth. I just swallowed it. Oh how I wished he was n't my brother and we could make real love.

The bed was uncomfortably small and we wanted to stay together, so we just crawled down onto the carpet with the canvas and covers. We stayed awake for an hour, playing with each other, his fingers up inside me, his cock getting hard again, being stroked, more oral sex.

In the morning, we awoke, took another wonderful shower bath and I made hotcake for him. I told him about Mark and he told me carol loved oral sex on her but would n't go down on him. We both chuckled.

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fountainhead, eventually, when I was 16, I ditched grade in favour of Carlo, a college kid who did n't believe in virginity and was quite persuasive. Mom put me on the anovulant when she found out what was happening, but Carlo and I still used condoms.

Paul and carol started fucking and were inseparable. She eventually consented to giving him oral examination sex and they managed to get together a couple of clock time a week. You would have thought they were married except that sex took position in a car or syndicate room.

Paul and I continued in our semi chaste ways and went to bed to bet together on the rare occasions when Mom and Dad took off for a weekend.

On one such juncture, we went into Mom and Dad 's chamber for our usual hijinks. But it was getting old for us. After all, stopping is never fun, though you ca n't complain about getting viva voce sex. It 's just that it seemed silly and when you are in bed with someone, your inhibitions are already down.

So this time, as we pulled the covers down and I had kissed Paul passionately, I asked him, `` St. Paul, will you make love to me tonight ? I mean, really really spend a penny dear to me ? '' There was a tear on my cheek. He pulled me close, kissed me forever, and slid me out of my clothes. Then he stood back from me, looked at my trunk from promontory to toe, and said, `` Margo, I love you so. You are so beautiful."

'' No safety, I said."

We rushed back together. I ripped his clothes off. We verily crashed onto the bed.

I was immediately on my back with my legs as far apart as they could go. We 'd had enough arousal before and did n't need any tonight. Alice Paul laid over me and I felt his cock against my pussy. He was kissing me and squeezing my breasts as I felt him slide up inside me. I wrapped my pegleg around him as his potent strokes slammed into me. I was cumming immediately, it was so wonderful, so exciting, so long awaited. He was hammering the end of my vagina and I was crying out with pleasance. I felt his juices explode inside me over and over with each stroke.

We made love like that seven meter that weekend. Why had we denied ourselves so long ?