The mind ascendency twist Short

Twin Sister '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 test a certain gimmick. A mind-controlling device.

It was his own institution, based off rumor he 'd pick up of the military researching into using ultra-high relative frequency sounds to mind-control individuals. Inflamed by this thought, and desiring to savour his two barely effectual daughters, he built it.

And tested it.

At a car park two hours drive from his habitation, he activated it. Everyone in the parking area was affected, including a pair of nubile, twin sister. The nature of the twist would think they would never think back their first fourth dimension with a man nor with each other.

If the device worked properly, they would have no shadow at all of the mind-control dictation that had programmed them to not only enjoy incest, but want to hump each early. The girls should never wonder what happened to their Hymen or have any changes to their personalities and desires.

That was how the device was meant to solve, but this was the first base time it had ever been used.

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Debra Carter - Minutes Before Activation

your fiddling asshole ?

The swing creaked as I idly pushed at the Baroness Dudevant with my fundament, rocking me back a bit. My couple sister, Denise, sat beside me on another lilt, her brassy-brown hairsbreadth fluttering in the breeze sweeping through the parking lot. 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 branch wrapped around the chain. They were sheathed in blue plastic tubing to keep your fingers from getting pinched in the string links. My feet dragged furrow through the moxie beneath me, creating Twin Falls ruts. We had put on soaked skinny jeans and tight blouses with V necklines to show off our troll breasts.

We were eighteen and looking for some fun. We wanted to toy with some cute boy.

"We should have gone to the mall,"Denise complained."There 's just a bunch of kids here."

"Yeah,"I said, looking around the park. A man was sitting on a park bench. He had a laptop with a stereoscopic photograph beside him. He typed away at it. A black-haired woman old enough to be our female parent sank down beside him. She wore athletic gear wheel and looked tired from jogging."Just a bunch of ..."

All the kids were leaving the Mungo Park with their parents or by themselves. I shrugged and looked over at my sister. Her hazel eyes met mine. We were identical, her expression a mirror of mine. The alone difference between us was my pink blouse to her purple.

"need to get going ?"I asked her."bail bond here ?"

"Yeah, definitely,"she said."Maybe we can observe a twosome of cute, parallel brother and have an amazing 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 impertinence development spotted. We were both Virgo and bore to change that. We just had to line up the right span of son. We wanted to do everything together. I mean, not in the same room, but if we were in different way and both of us were getting it on with a hot guy who made us feel astonish, that would be perfect way for us to lose our cherries.

I pushed back on the swing, my infantry leaving the ground. The chain creaked as I said,"OK, we 're going to—"

I stretched my back as I stood on the Gunter Grass by my sister. The park terrace was feet away, the laptop guy putting away his figurer and the speakers beside him. An eighteen-year-old lady friend I did n't know was dragging her mother away from the guy, the two dressed for jogging.

"delay, what were we talking about ?"my baby asked. She thrust her blazon up in the air, her purple blouse stretching over her tits.

"Um, boys, right ?"I asked. I yawned. I had such a foreign taste in my lip. 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 sap. But upright. There was a warmth fluttering through my dead body. I buzzed like I had just masturbated more than times than I ever had in my life. I took my counterpart sis 's hand."It 's boring here. Want to go home."

"Yeah,"she said, squeezing my helping hand. She covered her sass with her other hired man 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 haircloth, methamphetamine, tall. Old decent to be our father but still openhanded. My eyes followed him as he left with a strut. The sort of dominating walking of a winner.

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

"Yum,"my sis said, squeezing her hand."He is hot. Making my pap tingle."

Mine itched, too. I looked down and grinned."I 'm poking out."I glanced at my baby. Her beat chest, cupped by her blouse, were topped by hard mammilla."So are you."

"Yeah,"she said, her hips wiggling from side to side."flavor like I just masturbated."newsflash of my Sister doing that popped into my mind. Her body spin in passion, her round breasts heaving. Her moan echoed through my thoughts.

The wet heat between my thighs swelled. My sister 's breasts looked delicious. They were a outstanding pair of teat, which meant I had a gravid pair of mamilla. The eccentric that just begged to be squeezed and kneaded, her teat sucked on.

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

As we strolled across the park to channelize dwelling house, I kept noticing the bounce of her breasts. They were just such a delectable duad. I knew what they would palpate like. I had squeezed my own while masturbating or washing them in my shower.

It would be exciting to touch her tits.

The mentation of touching my twin sis 's breasts had me blinking. I wrenched my regard from them. Why would I suppose of Denise like that ? She was my Sister. My sister. My flesh and blood. And she was a girl. I never stared at fille with thirstiness like that. I was into boys. Cute boys.

Why were n't there any cute boy ?

A lot of mass were flooding into the park all at the same time as we neared the edge. tyke ran past us, giggling and laughing. Some of the mass were yawning like they 'd just woken up from sleep. I arched my back. My headphone beeped.

I pulled it out and ..."Wow. I have a dozen school text and messages I missed."

"Huh ?"my twin said, drawing her phone out of her pocket."I did n't think we were at the common that long. await at how late it is."

"son of a bitch,"I said."It did n't feel like we were here for more than fifteen minutes, not over an hour."

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

"Yeah."I could n't quite commend what we were talking about for an hour. Probably boys. It was our favorite theme. Since we started getting hair on our kitty-cat and growing tits, it had become what we loved.

We left the park. My sister 's chest kept being a distraction. I tried to trance up on the content from our ally, my twin doing the same. She had her aid focused on her phone, her facial expression twisted with concentration. A lock of her bald-faced hair fell down her brass. I just wanted to brush it away.

Her pink lips pursed.

What would it be like to buss those back talk ...

I shot my regard back down to my telephone. Why did I think that ? What was damage with me ? She was my Sister. opine about cute boy.

I struggled to believe of cute boy. Bruce or Clint or Rex were cute hombre at my college. And there was Mr. Jim Morrison, who was our story professor that my sister and I both had a crush on. But their faces would n't stay in my psyche. Denise 's kept popping up.

My cheeks burned. My kitty-cat grew hotter and hotter. Every pace, the chill in my cunt swelled. I wanted to masturbate. I gripped my headphone in my leave alone helping hand, my right holding Denise 's. Hers was warm and subdued and her finger's breadth were so delicate.

I struggled to answer my friends, typing with just my thumb. We walked down the sidewalk towards our nursing home. A relaxed step as the boil in my panty swelled and swelled. I wanted to have-to doe with myself so bad.

And I was scared about what I would consider about while doing it. Not just masturbating to a girl, but to the one girl I should n't. Denise was my flesh and rip. Literally. We had the Sami DNA. We started out as one soul. During the first time of day 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 woodwind instrument whipped up by a tornado and then dispose away. It slammed into me so hard I stumbled, pulling my bridge player from my sister 's. I gasped at this taboo idea. That touching her, making love to her, was just like masturbating myself. We came from the same egg fertilized by the same sperm. We were the same person.

Was it incest for us to kiss and bat and tinge each early ?

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

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

"That 's because you were staring at your telephone set and not where you 're walking,"she said, a twinkle in her hazelnut tree eyes. She had such a lovely blush to her pink cheeks. Her teat were still hard, still poking at her blouse. I wanted to hug her. To press my own erect nubs into her breasts.

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

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

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

"Yeah,"she said, the pink in her brass growing more intense. My own cheeks were ardent. I wanted to kiss her, hug her. I wanted to burst forth. 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 hide through my blouse. She grasped my odd hip and pulled me to her. I pressed into her English. My own arm went around her waistline, touching her. Our torso were pressed tight.

I felt the side of her boob brushing mine. My tit throbbed and ached. My twat grew juicier and juicier. My toes curled. My pith pounded in my chest of drawers as we kept walking. I slipped my phone in my pocket then reveled in the feel of her against me. Our jean-clad second joint whisked by each other.

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

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

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

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

secrecy 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 kitty ached deep inside of me. I bit my lip, wanting to just lunge my hand in my jeans.

To experience her hired hand drive into my jeans.

My hand itched to slide from her pelvic arch and cup her ass through her jeans. I knew we both had perky buns. squeezable asses. The case of asses guy cable liked to stare at. It was why we were wearing our tightest jeans.

The tautness around my heart grew with each footfall, this pressure to do something. To grab her. Grope her. To do wicked thing with her. This was insane. The estrus swelled and swelled through my body.

We turned the recess on our street. Our house was just ahead. My breath quickened. My finger's breadth gripped her hip, feeling the denim shifting beneath my digit. Just a fiddling slide. I could guess it was an stroke if she said anything.

My hand moved an inch.

I was really doing this.

Another column inch. I crept slowly, hoping she would n't notice. My stock screamed through my venous blood vessel. Roared in my ear. My hand moved another inch and slid across her butt. I felt the flex of her ass beneath the blue jean. I wanted to twitch her.

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

My baby 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 orange red. She typed with blotto movements.

My own was vibrating with notifications in my pocket. 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 call up I was acting weird.

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

"I do n't know ?"she said as we reached our star sign 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 Wyrd. I could order. She was tense in her shoulder. I mentally kicked myself. She stepped up before me to unlock the door. My oculus fell down on her ass. God, it was just stark. I wanted to pertain it. I want to knead it and buss it. I wanted to do such wicked affair to her.

Flashes of kissing her, of licking her pussy, of licking cum out of her kitty, drifted through my head. I shuddered, the heat burning through my cunt. My pantie soaked up the juice flowing out of me.

I was such a pervert.

She opened the room access and swept in. It grew cooler inside. Mom was running the A/C. I could hear her in the kitchen. My sister fell on the lounge and absently turned on the TV while still typing on her headphone. 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 clean 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 ping sheet and hers with purple. We had our own desks that were side by slope, 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 doll and dresses. We were the same size. The only affair we did n't part were brassiere, pantie, and socks. We had our own pants in our shared dresser for that. We always made certainly to buy unlike types of panties so we would n't get them assorted up.

I was on flame. I groaned and ripped off my blouse. I threw it in the hamper, my chest constrained in a cream-hued bra. My nipples poked against the framework. I bit my lip, that need to masturbate building and building.

There was a problem sharing a room 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 tell insurance policy. If I woke up and find out her pleasuring herself, I would just sham to be departed or shit a slight noise so she would intercept. Other times, we would n't comment about why we took a longsighted shower.

But my baby was downstairs.

I unsnapped my jeans. My slide fastener rasped. I groaned as I shoved my paw down the presence of my panties. My hand slid through my pubic hair, the soft curls caressing my fingertips. I found the wet fold of my pussy. I groaned as I brushed my clitoris. I slid my digits through my juicy lips and found the entrance to my twat.

I did n't feel my hymen.

My fingers slipped into my profundity. I gasped at how outstanding it felt to sink in myself for the first fourth dimension. I whimpered at the sensation of sliding into my pussy. It was unbelievable. My digit went further and further, teasing my rampart. My juice soaked me. This was unbelievable. I did n't lie with what happened to my hymen, but I was glad it was gone because—

My bedroom doorway opened.

I whipped my hand out of my pants, fingers ripping from my pussy. My digits gleamed with juice as I looked over my shoulder, nerve burning. 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 disastrous bra. It was cunning. It held her breasts. I bit my lip, wondering if she would take it off. She still had that embarrassed tension stiffening her body. I should n't let her pick up me ogling her, but I wanted to. She had such a supple back. Her dungaree popped. Her zipper rasped.

This oestrus rushed through me. She wiggled out of her jeans. Her rump clad in her black and lacy scanty appeared. They were hugging her butt-cheeks. The cloth had dug into her crack, outlining them perfectly. She bent over further, a few vagabond strands of her hair peeking out the face, a dark touch over her crotch.

My babe was wet.

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

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

"Yeah,"I said, forgetting I was standing there in a bra and with my dungaree 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 variety of deviant. I found a twosome of boxers 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 luxate away. My sister was around and then mom was yelling at us to do chore. Dad came nursing home from fishing and we had dinner. The entire time, my kitty-cat simmered.

I wanted to take a long cascade, but Mom was ensconced in the toilet taking her relaxing, Sat night bath, and enjoying some"me"fourth dimension ( I.E., reading trashy romance novels and sipping Chardonnay ). When she finished, I 'd be thankful our bedroom was adjacent to our parents.

It was stuffy in our room. I was tired and horny and bedevil and wanted to cum. I was gladiolus when Denise said she wanted to go to sleep early. She turned off the light and started changing. In the wickedness, I heard the rustle of clothing. Her body was just a vestige as she stripped naked. A silhouette.

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

My pussy soaked my panties. I started changing, wishing she was watching me. I stripped them all off. My bra released my breast. I hoped she caught a side profile of my naked boob as I bent over to adopt off my shorts and panties. My cunt ached. I smelled my sweet musk. The delight rippled through my body.

I was naked for a consequence before my twin 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 sleep with what happened at the park to pitch this lezzie, incestuous substitution in me, but I wanted to reach 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 comfortable. To her, I was just changing into my nightgown like I did every early evening. I found my nightgown in the dark and slipped it on. Light and clinging to my naked organic structure, my youthful shape 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 babe, waiting for her to be fully asleep so I could pleasure myself. I had to jack off now. No waiting for Mom to finish her retentive bath so I could use the bathroom.

I bit my lip. I felt every metre of my heart. My pussy was soaked. I had n't bothered with scanty. I pulled up the hem of my night-robe. My men were just resting on my thighs, inches from my aching pussycat. That sweet musk of my Passion filled my nose.

Did my sis have the Saame odor ? I wished I could find out. Maybe I could steal her panties. I could rub them against my look. I would blur that wonderful musk across my face. My finger inched secretive to my twat. My breasts rose and fell, pap aching.

She had to be deceased. I did n't hear any movement. Just her steady breathing. She was beneath her screen. Her eyes were closed. I could do it. I just had to be quiet. I was good at that. My fingers slid closer and closer to my juicy pussy.

I found my President Bush. My fingers slid through my silky pubic haircloth to find oneself those flock. I stroked up and down my slit. My figure dug into my petals. I brushed my clit, a marvelous tremble rippled through my body.

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

The heat energy in my twat increased as I slid my fingers up and down my juicy pussy sassing. I brushed my clit and stroked around it. My toes curled. This marvelous, wet, and wanton heat built and built in the depths of my bitch as my incestuous fancy swelled.

"I just could n't resist you,"Denise whispered in my imaging."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 depths of my snatch."No, you do n't. You 've lost yours, too. Mmm, is n't it hot to slew digit into your pussy ?"

I wanted to whimper, to moan out my answer.

I plundered my digit 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 flavour 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 help moving. My finger's breadth felt puzzle. I plundered my cunt faster. My two finger slid into my depths. It felt so unbelievable to strive so cryptical in me. The pleasure rippled through me.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

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

I nodded. Another groan escaped my lips.

My babe 's bed creaked. I froze as she shifted, my fingers buried deep into my zany. This Benjamin Rush of reverence cut through me, knifing through my arousal. I did n't require to move an in. If she had woken up, I just had to hazard I was n't doing anything.

Then she let out a little whimper. A moan of passion.

My puss clenched around my finger's breadth. My sister was masturbating at the Lapplander time as me. I glanced over at her. The covers of her bed moved. She was on her back. Her bed creaked again. Her wooden leg change over. Her scent twitched.

I pumped my digit in and out of my pussy. My twat squeezed around my finger. I gripped them, drinking in the pleasure. My Sister let out another sigh. 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 sister froze.

I stopped masturbating. My knocker rose and fell. I could n't think this was happening. My heart pounded. pedigree rushed through my vena. This oestrus snapshot through me. My succus soaked my fingers. I felt the air growing thicker and thicker around us.

We both were cognizant of the other.

"Are you ... ?"Denise said.

"Yeah,"I said, my impudence burning.

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

"Yeah."

"Debra ..."My babe '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, certainly,"I said, my heart hammer."If we 're going to do it together ... Maybe ..."

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

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

I rolled out of bed, shocked that this was going to happen. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and then, feeling real bold face, I ripped off my night-robe. My nipples throbbed and ached. Tingles raced down my cunt. juice soaked my bush. The sweet musk filled me.

My baby kicked off her bed covers. She stared at me. My eyes had adjusted. I could see her as to a greater extent than a sinister embodiment. I could see her painted in hues of wickedness blues. Her thighs had a wonderful gleam, her nightdress hiked above her shank, her bush lightlessness fantasm. She sat up and ripped off her own gown, her bosom swaying.

Nipples poked heavy 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 substance 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 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 terrific heat washed through me. We were so close-fitting. I had been about to cum before I realized she was awake.

Almost together, our workforce slipped down our trunk. The gratifying musk of my pussy swelled. Like I was smelling it doubled. She did take in the same aroma. We kept staring into each former 's middle, watching our reflections as we pressed our fingers between our thighs.

I cupped my snatch. She did the same 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 night."

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

"Uh-huh,"she panted. Her eyes seemed to glitter. 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. Strange ones. Wicked ones."

"Me, too,"she said, whispering. Suddenly, her script that had been fingering her puss rested on my thigh. Wet fingers smeared her passion on my tegument.

"Denise ?"I gasped."Really ?"

"Really,"she said, her head drifting towards mine while her hired man slid up my second joint towards my pussy.

I pulled my digit from my puss and went for it. I cupped my babe 's pussy. Her silky pubic hair caressed my digit moments before our lips met in an incestuous osculation. Everything changed in that terrific moment. Her hand moved to my twat. Our fingerbreadth thrust into each other 's sex as our tongues dueled in frantic lust.

My Twin 's fingers were inside of me. I was inside of her. I whimpered into the buss, rolling partly onto my side. My tits 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 digits felt identical 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 right field to kiss her. I do n't have sex why I had grown up my entire life thinking incest was haywire. That I should n't lust for my sister. My tongue danced and darted and swirled around inside of her mouthpiece. Hers caressed mine, swirling. Our lips worked together.

The joy swelled so fast through me. It was incredible. My stallion body felt on fire. My cunt clenched down on her fingerbreadth, increasing the friction. Her kitty gripped my digit in hot silk. Our thigh rubbed together.

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

"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 ill-timed because we were once one !"

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

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

"right field ?"I rubbed my nose against hers, my eyes lost into her hazelnut tree depths."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 grab clenched around my fingers. I thrust them hard into her while the bounder of my hand shifted and pressed down on her clitoris. I gasped as she did the same. She ground on my bud, delight surging through my body. I gasped at how incredible this was. How amazing it was to pierce my digits over and over into her puss while she did the same to mine.

My incestuous orgasm built faster and faster. My lips found my twin 's again. We kissed, our trunk pressing tighter. My left boob nudged her right. I groaned, loving the contact. Our tongues went unwarranted, dancing, teasing.

We moaned. Fingered. Loved each other.

And we came together.

At the same instant, my orgasm fit through my pussy, her cunt spasmed around my digits. I shuddered and bucked, rubbing my boob into hers. My nipple crop hers while the hot ecstasy surged through my cunt. Waves of bliss swept through my body. My sum thundered in my chest. My thighs rubbed together. My wooden leg brushed hers, my snatch convulsing around her digits.

Her snap writhed around mine.

Juices gushed out of us both. Her cream soaked my hand. I groaned into her lips. I loved my parallel sister as the rapture swept through my body. It was incredible to experience. I shuddered through it. My puss writhed and spasmed. state of nature heat swept through my body.

My clit throbbed beneath the heel of her hired hand. Her cunt spasmed around my finger's breadth. Our tongues loved each other. I reveled in this minute. My coming carried me higher and higher, beyond the limits of masturbation.

Our lips fell apart.

"Debra !"she whimpered.

"Denise,"I groaned.

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

Wonderful, amazing, delectable heat that had me buzzing.

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

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

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

"shot we swung too hard,"I said.

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

"Yep. So glad we went. If we went to the mall, we 'd be too busy staring at boy 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 disgrace,"I said. My digits twitched in her twat. I wanted to savour her juice. I 'd sampled my own, of track, out of curiosity, I had a afters flavor. It was n't bad. I got why cat liked to eat out fille. Or, at least, they did in the few pornography we 'd watched. My engagement always wanted me to just suck them."We 're going to do this every night.

"Yep."She pulled her fingers out of my kitty-cat and brought them to her brim.

I quickly copied her. We both popped our digits into our mouth, tasting the other 's pussy succus. I shuddered. We had the same savor, 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 moment of swirling my tongue around my fingers. Denise groaned beside me. The toes of her right foot curled, brushing across the top of my left foot. Tingles 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 delay ! Let 's drive each other wild."

We both acted. Hands moved. We grabbed the other 's breasts, squeezing and kneading. We rolled onto our slope, facing each early. Our hired hand firmly clutching the other 's round bosom. I kneaded my sister, she massaged mine.

It felt incredible. Her breasts had that same plastic feel as mine. Her skin silky. Her mammilla hard. Her touch was electric. Every massage sent ripples of delight 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 electrical energy arching from my nub to my twat. My button throbbed. Our twitching second joint rubbed together, silky pelt caressing.

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

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

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

"Things every yoke of twin Sister should do."

"Yes."

Our fingers twisted and twerked. My nipples throbbed. Hers felt so unvoiced beneath my pinch. My nipples rubbed across the soft surface of her breasts as I manipulated her nub. My thighs squeezed tight, my clit aching and throbbing.

She was just so sexy. So incredible. The estrus built and built between my thighs. I needed another cum. I needed my sister to get me burst again. I bit my lip as I stared into her center. The flavor of her sweet twat filled my mouth.

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

"yield one to sleep with one."

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

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

"soixante-neuf ?"She twisted both my nipples.

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

Her grinning grew. Which one of us would be active first ?

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

"How did we do this ?"Denise asked. Both our heads had ended up at the metrical unit of our bed, our breasts rubbing together.

"We 're too alike,"I told her, pressing my breast into her boobs. 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 decision ?"

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

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

"Then you better do a good job."She settled down this time with her brassy President Bush right before me. The dulcet scent of her musk filled my nozzle."God, I love the aroma of your pussy."

"Mmm, right ?"I slipped my arms around her body, my right going beneath her position. I grabbed her can and pulled her to my mouth.

I kissed at her bush. Her silky whisker tickled me. Her sugared scent filled every inhalation. Her arms wrapped around me, digit gripping my fanny. She pulled me closer, our breasts rubbing into the other 's stomach. She nibbled into my bush, her backtalk hot against my pubic mound.

We moved together, smooching towards the early 's twat. We lifted our thighs, my left and her rightfield. I could see her flexure through her bush. That blotto and luscious twat. My lips reached her petals. I felt her hot build on mine. She kissed my snatch.

Together, we licked.

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

This foreign déjà vu fell on me as I licked through her kitty congregation. It was like I 'd eaten her slit before. It felt so associate 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 fingerbreadth dug into my buns. She gripped me pissed as her glossa fluttered up and down my folds. I whimpered into her bozo, mirroring her. Or maybe she mirrored me. I could n't tell, I just loved my twin sister with my hungry tongue.

I licked and lapped and devoured her. I feasted on her with such thirstiness. My toes curled. My nipples drank in the silken caress of her stomach. We both moaned. Pleasure rippled through my body. disgusting sensations surged through me. Naughty impulses that had me trembling and groaning. My knife buried deep into her cunt.

I swirled around in her. I danced and played. It was incredible to experience. A delight to enjoy. I thrust my tongue in and out of her cunt. I stirred around in her as she did the Lapplander. Her natural language wiggled through my cuckoo, teasing me in path her digits couldn't.

It felt hotter.

Thomas More intimate.

We were worshiping each former 's cunt. It was unbelievable. My lips nibbled and licked at her crimp. I loved the grain of them. And she loved mine. Her digit 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 digit jumped on her tooshie. They fell into her butt-crack. I shuddered as I brushed her asshole. This strange impulse shooter through me. I pressed my center figure against her sphincter. She moaned on my clit, the passion buzzing around my bud.

I thrust my fingerbreadth into her asshole.

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

This heat built and built in my twat, fed by her finger reaming my mother fucker and her lips nursing on my clit. I thrust my fingerbreadth faster in and out of her velvety bowel. She gripped my digit. I clenched my dickhead 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 hold back. Did n't desire to take back.

My twin sister and I came together again.

We both moaned and bucked. dessert juice bathed my athirst mouth. Her tongue flicked from my clit to lap up the cream gushing out of my puss. My asshole spasmed around her digit while hers writhed around mine.

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

"Yes, yes, Denise !"

"Oh, Debra, eff you !"

"pussycat taste so honest !"

"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 toothsome twat. I feasted on her as the malarkey howled through my creative thinker. exaltation buffeted my thoughts.

I reveled in every last, incestuous minute of bliss that we gave each other. I jammed my finger deep into her writhing arsehole. My clapper plunged into her pussy. Her zany 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 fingers were still in the other 's asshole. We pumped them in and out of as we kissed, breasts pressed tight. My crotch hair 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 figure deep into my asshole."Kinky."

"Yes, we are."I rubbed my nose against hers."This was the better day ever. Tomorrow, we should go to the parking area and incur somebody to playact with."

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

"audio stark,"I said and kissed her. I felt the heating between us.

Our Nox was far, far from over. We were going to have so a great deal fun playing with each other. Going to the park was the honorable conclusion we 'd ever take a leak. I was so happy that we finally noticed the other.

We almost went our wholly lives without ever fully discovering the delights of having a twin.your little asshole ?

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