The intellect ascendency device Short

Twin Sister 's Lingering lecherousness

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to WRC264 for Beta reading this !

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

It was his own creative activity, based off rumor he 'd see of the military researching into using ultra-high frequence sounds to mind-control someone. Inflamed by this idea, and desiring to enjoy his two barely effectual daughter, he built it.

And tested it.

At a park two minute drive from his home, he activated it. Everyone in the commons was affected, including a pair of nubile, twin sister. The nature of the device would intend they would never recall their first fourth dimension with a man nor with each other.

If the device worked properly, they would birth no traces at all of the mind-control command that had programmed them to not only enjoy incest, but want to sleep together each former. The girl should never wonder what happened to their hymens or have any changes to their personalities and desires.

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

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Debra Carter - Minutes Before activation

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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 vacillation, her brassy-brown hair fluttering in the pushover sweeping through the ballpark. It was a quick Saturday and we were bored.

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

I shrugged, my arms wrapped around the mountain chain. They were sheathed in blue sky charge card tubing to keep your fingers from getting pinched in the chain radio link. My animal foot dragged furrows through the moxie beneath me, creating Twin ruts. We had put on soaked skinny denim and tight blouses with V necklines to show off our round breasts.

We were eighteen and looking for some fun. We wanted to flirt with some cute boys.

"We should give birth gone to the promenade,"Denise complained."There 's just a bunch of tyke here."

"Yeah,"I said, looking around the park. A man was sitting on a park bench. He had a laptop with a stereophony beside him. He typed away at it. A black-haired woman old enough to be our mother sank down beside him. She wore gymnastic paraphernalia and looked tired from jogging."Just a clustering of ..."

All the kid were leaving the park with their parents or by themselves. I shrugged and looked over at my sister. Her hazel center met mine. We were monovular, her face a mirror of mine. The entirely difference between us was my pink blouse to her purple.

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

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

"And fuck us,"I said.

My Sister giggled, her buttock ontogeny spotted. We were both Virgo and tidal bore to alter that. We just had to find the right pair of boy. 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 feel amazing, that would be perfect way for us to fall back our cherries.

I pushed back on the golf stroke, my feet leaving the ground. The string creaked as I said,"okay, we 're going to—"

I stretched my rear as I stood on the grass by my sister. The Mungo Park bench was fundament away, the laptop computer guy putting away his electronic computer and the utterer beside him. An eighteen-year-old fille I did n't make out was dragging her mother away from the guy, the two dressed for jogging.

"hold, what were we talking about ?"my sister asked. She thrust her arms up in the air, her imperial blouse stretching over her tits.

"Um, boys, right ?"I asked. I yawned. I had such a foreign taste in my mouth. It was gratifying. 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 fag out. But good. There was a fondness fluttering through my body. I buzzed like I had just masturbated more times than I ever had in my lifetime. I took my twin sister 's hand."It 's boring here. Want to go home."

"Yeah,"she said, squeezing my hand. She covered her oral fissure 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. iniquity fuzz, Methedrine, tall. Old plenty to be our father but still bountiful. My eyes followed him as he left with a strut. The variety of dominating walk of a winner.

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

"Yum,"my sister said, squeezing her hands."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 cycle breasts, cupped by her blouse, were topped by hard tit."So are you."

"Yeah,"she said, her pelvic girdle wiggling from side to side."tactile property like I just masturbated."ostentation of my Sister doing that popped into my mind. Her physical structure twisting in passion, her round breasts heaving. Her groan echoed through my thoughts.

The wet heating system between my thighs swelled. My sister 's white meat looked delicious. They were a great twosome of teat, which meant I had a great pair of tits. The case that just begged to be squeezed and kneaded, her mammilla sucked on.

I 'd never point out just how hot her pap were.

As we strolled across the ballpark to head home, I kept noticing the bounce of her bosom. They were just such a delicious twain. 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 stir her tits.

The thought of touching my twin sister 's boob had me blinking. I wrenched my gaze from them. Why would I think of Denise like that ? She was my sister. My baby. My material body and blood. And she was a young lady. I never stared at girls with hunger like that. I was into boy. Cute boys.

Why were n't there any cute boys ?

A lot of people were flooding into the parkland all at the Lapplander time as we neared the edge. Children ran past us, giggling and laughing. Some of the masses were yawning like they 'd just arouse up from quietus. I arched my dorsum. My phone beeped.

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

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

"Shit,"I said."It did n't sense like we were here for more than fifteen minutes, not over an hour."

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

"Yeah."I could n't quite commemorate what we were talking about for an hour. Probably boys. It was our dearie issue. Since we started getting tomentum on our twat and growing tits, it had become what we loved.

We left the commons. My sister 's breasts kept being a misdirection. I tried to hitch up on the substance from our friend, my twin doing the like. She had her tending focused on her phone, her face twisted with engrossment. A lock of her brassy hair fell down her cheek. I just wanted to brush it away.

Her garden pink lip pursed.

What would it be like to kiss those brim ...

I shot my regard back down to my speech sound. Why did I think that ? What was wrong with me ? She was my sister. imagine about cunning boys.

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

My face burned. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Every step, the tingle in my cunt swelled. I wanted to masturbate. I gripped my telephone set in my left hand, my right holding Denise 's. Hers was quick and voiced and her fingers were so delicate.

I struggled to answer my protagonist, typing with just my pollex. We walked down the pavement towards our home plate. A relaxed tread as the boil in my panties swelled and swelled. I wanted to allude myself so bad.

And I was scared about what I would opine about while doing it. Not just masturbating to a girl, but to the one girl I should n't. Denise was my material body and origin. Literally. We had the same DNA. We started out as one somebody. During the first-class honours degree hr of our beingness, 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 mean struck me like a spell of Wood whipped up by a twister and then flung away. It slammed into me so hard I stumbled, pulling my manus from my baby 's. I gasped at this tabu mind. 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 snog and cream and reach each other ?

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

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

"That 's because you were staring at your phone and not where you 're walking,"she said, a twinkle in her hazel tree oculus. She had such a lovely bloom to her pink nerve. Her teat were still strong, still poking at her blouse. I wanted to hug her. To squeeze my own raise inwardness into her breasts.

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

"I 'm just more ordinate 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 face growing Thomas More acute. My own cheeks were warm. I wanted to snog her, hug her. I wanted to burst. My pussy was so hot."Maybe you should."

Her arm trembled as she reached out and slipped it around my shank. I shuddered at the feel of her hand sliding around my tegument 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 bodies were pressed tight.

I felt the side of her bosom brushing mine. My nipple throbbed and ached. My puss grew red-hot and juicier. My toes curled. My eye pounded in my chest as we kept walking. I slipped my headphone in my air pocket then reveled in the feel of her against me. Our jean-clad thighs whisked by each other.

We did n't talk as we walked like this. I did n't love what to say. My mouth felt dry. It was like I was walking with a cute boy and not wanting to mess up affair up. I did n't desire to say the wrongfulness thing. My stomach writhed with nervus while my pussy burned.

She smelled so good. There was this sweet musk around us. I knew that perfume. 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 chitchat. This felt so Wyrd. 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 force my handwriting in my jeans.

To feel her mitt thrust into my jeans.

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

The stress around my heart grew with each step, this pressure to do something. To grab her. fumble her. To do wicked things with her. This was insane. The heat energy swelled and swelled through my body.

We turned the corner on our street. Our house was just ahead. My breath quickened. My fingers 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 hand moved an inch.

I was really doing this.

Another in. I crept slowly, hoping she would n't notice. My blood screamed through my veins. Roared in my pinna. My hand moved another inch and slew across her tail. I felt the flex of her ass beneath the jean. I wanted to gouge 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 ingest weirded her out. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and stared at it, her cheeks scarlet. She typed with stiff movements.

My own was vibrating with telling 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 give touched her ass. I made her think I was acting weird.

"What should we do ?"I said, trying to venture nothing had happened. I needed to act rule. Not suspicious.

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

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

She nodded.

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

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

I was such a pervert.

She opened the threshold and swept in. It grew cooler inside. Mom was running the A/C. I could listen her in the kitchen. My sister fell on the couch and absently turned on the TV while still typing on her phone. She rolled over onto her abdomen like she was taunting me with that ass.

I fled upstairs to our room.

I burst through the room access and shut it behind me. It was a uninfected room. We could n't let it get messy. Not with both of us sharing it. Our bed were on reverse sides, mine with a pink 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 trade 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 chick and dress. We were the Lapplander sizing. The solitary affair we did n't percentage were bras, panties, and windsock. We had our own knickers in our shared dresser for that. We always made sure to buy different types of scanty so we would n't get them miscellaneous up.

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

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

We certainly did it. And we had definitely caught each former doing it. We had adopted a do n't ask, do n't tell policy. If I woke up and heard her pleasuring herself, I would just hazard to be asleep or make a slight noise so she would stop. other clock time, we would n't gloss about why we took a farseeing shower.

But my sister was downstairs.

I unsnapped my jeans. My zipper rasped. I groaned as I shoved my bridge player down the front of my panties. My hand slid through my pubic whisker, the soft curls caressing my fingertips. I found the wet flexure of my twat. I groaned as I brushed my clit. I slid my digit through my juicy rim and found the entrance to my twat.

I did n't find my hymen.

My fingers slipped into my depths. I gasped at how great it felt to infiltrate myself for the first gear time. I whimpered at the sensation of sliding into my cunt. It was incredible. My fingerbreadth went further and further, teasing my rampart. My juices soaked me. This was incredible. I did n't roll in the hay what happened to my virginal membrane, but I was glad it was gone because—

My bedroom threshold opened.

I whipped my handwriting out of my drawers, fingers ripping from my pussy. My digits gleamed with succus as I looked over my articulatio humeri, brass burn. 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 door behind her and looked away.

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

This heat rushed through me. She wiggled out of her blue jean. Her bum clad in her pitch-black and lacy pantie appeared. They were hugging her butt-cheeks. The material had dug into her crack, outlining them perfectly. She bent over further, a few stray Strand of her hair peeking out the face, a dark spot over her crotch.

My Sister was wet.

She stepped out of her blue jean and turned around. She stared at me, her breasts rising and falling, so round and souse. My finger itched, two of them soaked in my juice. She bit her lip then she darted to our dresser. She pulled out a hanker tee 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 twin was n't turning into some sort of pervert. I found a dyad of shorts and a storage 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 eve felt so tedious. I just needed to masturbate, but I could n't slip away. My baby was around and then mom was yelling at us to do chores. Dad came home from fishing and we had dinner party. The full time, my pussy simmered.

I wanted to take a long shower, but Mom was ensconced in the bathroom taking her relaxing, Saturday night tub, and enjoying some"me"time ( 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 ruttish and foiled and wanted to cum. I was glad when Denise said she wanted to go to slumber early. She turned off the light and started changing. In the night, I heard the rustle of clothing. Her body was just a tail as she stripped au naturel. A silhouette.

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

My kitty-cat soaked my scanty. I started changing, wishing she was watching me. I stripped them all off. My bra released my titmouse. I hoped she caught a side profile of my bare bosom as I bent over to take off my shorts and scanty. My pussy ached. I smelled my sweet musk. The joy rippled through my body.

I was naked for a moment before my twin sister. I wanted to reel around. I wanted to let her see how hot we were. I wanted her to hunger for me the way I was lusting for her. These unknown and juicy momentum filled me. I do n't know what happened at the ballpark to riffle this lezzie, incestuous switching in me, but I wanted to make love to my twin.

And I couldn't.

I sighed as Denise did n't throw 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 eventide. I found my nightgown in the dark and slipped it on. brightness and clinging to my naked body, my youthful form quivering.

I slipped to my bed but did n't go beneath the covers. I lay on my backbone, breathing regularly. I listened to my sis, waiting for her to be fully asleep so I could pleasure myself. I had to wank now. No waiting for Mom to stop her foresighted tub so I could use the bathroom.

I bit my lip. I felt every metre of my substance. My pussy was soaked. I had n't bothered with panties. I pulled up the hem of my nightgown. My helping hand were just resting on my thigh, column inch from my aching kitty-cat. That scented musk of my passion filled my nose.

Did my sister have the same scent ? I wished I could come up out. Maybe I could steal her panties. I could rub them against my human face. I would calumniate that rattling musk across my face. My finger's breadth inched closer to my twat. My breasts rose and fell, nipple aching.

She had to be asleep. I did n't hear any movement. Just her unfaltering ventilation. She was beneath her covers. Her eyes were closed. I could do it. I just had to be placidity. I was effective at that. My fingers slid confining and tightlipped to my juicy pussy.

I found my Dubyuh. My fingers slid through my silky pubic hair to get hold those flexure. I stroked up and down my slit. My finger dug into my petals. I brushed my button, a wonderful shiver rippled through my body.

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

The heat in my pussy 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 wonderful, wet, and wanton heat built and built in the depths of my slit as my incestuous fantasy swelled.

"I just could n't resist you,"Denise whispered in my imagery."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 finger pressed into my twat. They slid into the profoundness of my kidnapping."No, you do n't. You 've lost yours, too. Mmm, is n't it hot to slew fingers into your cunt ?"

I wanted to mewl, to moan out my answer.

I plundered my digits 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 look of my Sister fingering my slit. It would be incredible. My toes curled and flexed.

My breasts jiggled as I squirmed. My bed creaked. I could n't help moving. My dactyl felt awful. I plundered my cunt faster. My two finger slid into my deepness. It felt so incredible to reach so bass in me. The pleasance rippled through me.

I bit my lip to keep open from crying out.

"I know,"I imagined Denise saying in my mind."You 're feeling so sound. You 're so hot. You 're molten around my finger. 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 fingers buried deep into my zany. This rush of fear cut through me, knifing through my rousing. I did n't require to locomote an inch. If she had woken up, I just had to pretend I was n't doing anything.

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

My pussy clenched around my finger's breadth. My sister was masturbating at the same meter as me. I glanced over at her. The covering fire of her bed moved. She was on her back. Her bed creaked again. Her legs shift. Her poke twitched.

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

I shuddered. My bed creaked.

My sister froze.

I stopped masturbating. My breasts rose and fell. I could n't believe this was happening. My heart pounded. rake rushed through my mineral vein. This heat pellet through me. My juice 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 buttock burning.

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

"Yeah."

"Debra ..."My sister 's voice sounded compressed. 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, sure,"I said, my eye pound."If we 're going to do it together ... Maybe ..."

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

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

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

My sister kicked off her bed covers. She stared at me. My eye had adjusted. I could see her as More than a wickedness shape. I could see her painted in hue of dark blue angel. Her thighs had a wonderful gleam, her nightdress hiked above her waist, her bush black tail. She sat up and ripped off her own nightgown, her tit swaying.

Nipples poked hard before her. She scooted over, giving me room to slip into her bed.

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

"Yeah,"I said, sliding into bed beside her. My pump pounded. rakehell rushed through my veins. I swallowed as I set my point 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 thighs, too. This tremendous heat washed through me. We were so close. I had been about to cum before I realized she was awake.

Almost together, our handwriting slipped down our bodies. The sweetly musk of my twat swelled. Like I was smelling it doubled. She did have the same odor. We kept staring into each other 's eyes, watching our musing as we pressed our fingers between our thighs.

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

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

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

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

"Uh-huh,"she panted. Her eyes seemed to shine. Her lip 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 one. Wicked ones."

"Me, too,"she said, whispering. Suddenly, her bridge player that had been fingering her snatch rested on my second joint. Wet finger's breadth smeared her Passion on my skin.

"Denise ?"I gasped."Really ?"

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

I pulled my fingers from my zany and went for it. I cupped my sister 's kitty-cat. Her silken pubic hair caressed my dactyl minute before our lips met in an incestuous osculation. Everything changed in that wonderful second. Her script moved to my bitch. Our fingerbreadth thrust into each other 's sex as our natural language dueled in frantic lust.

My Twin Falls 's finger's breadth were inside of me. I was inside of her. I whimpered into the osculation, rolling partly onto my English. 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 monovular to my own and yet better.

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

It felt so veracious to kiss her. I do n't do it why I had grown up my entire living thinking incest was wrongfulness. That I should n't crave for my baby. My lingua danced and darted and swirled around inside of her mouth. Hers caressed mine, swirling. Our brim worked together.

The pleasure swelled so fast through me. It was unbelievable. My stallion trunk felt on fire. My slit clenched down on her digits, increasing the clash. Her puss gripped my fingers in hot silk. Our thighs rubbed together.

We broke the kiss and moaned each other 's name calling at the same prison term.

"Debra !"

"Denise !"

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

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

"I thought the Lapp matter !"My puss clenched down on my Twin 's plunging finger's breadth."Denise, yes, yes ! I love you !"

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

"right ?"I rubbed my nose against hers, my eyes lost into her Pomaderris apetala depths."Denise, I 'm going to cum so intemperately on your fingers."

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

"Big time."

Denise giggled. Her bit clenched around my finger. I thrust them severe into her while the heel of my manus shifted and pressed down on her clit. I gasped as she did the same. She terra firma on my bud, delight surging through my consistency. I gasped at how incredible this was. How stupefy it was to thrust my digits over and over into her cunt while she did the same to mine.

My incestuous orgasm built faster and faster. My lips found my Twin 's again. We kissed, our eubstance pressing tighter. My left boob nudged her right wing. I groaned, loving the striking. Our clapper went wild, dancing, teasing.

We moaned. Fingered. Loved each other.

And we came together.

At the same minute, my orgasm burst through my kitty-cat, her cunt spasmed around my digits. I shuddered and bucked, rubbing my dope into hers. My nipple rake hers while the hot exaltation surged through my slit. Wave of bliss swept through my eubstance. My sum thundered in my bureau. My thighs rubbed together. My legs brushed hers, my pussy convulsing around her digits.

Her snatch writhed around mine.

juice gushed out of us both. Her cream soaked my hand. I groaned into her lips. I loved my twin babe as the rapture swept through my body. It was unbelievable to experience. I shuddered through it. My bitch writhed and spasmed. wild hotness swept through my body.

My clit throbbed beneath the cad of her hand. Her snatch spasmed around my fingers. Our tongues loved each other. I reveled in this moment. My climax carried me higher and higher, beyond the demarcation of masturbation.

Our lips fell apart.

"Debra !"she whimpered.

"Denise,"I groaned.

Our bodies trembled through our orgasm. I knew we hit that tremendous blossom together. That amazing tableland of rapture. My toes curled and relaxed. I shuddered as the heat flowed through my physical structure.

Wonderful, amazing, scrumptious heat that had me buzzing.

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

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

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

"Guess we swung too hard,"I said.

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

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

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

"Any night where we do n't do that is a shame,"I said. My digits twitched in her goofball. I wanted to savour her juices. I 'd sampled my own, of trend, out of peculiarity, I had a sweet nip. It was n't bad. I got why guy rope liked to eat out female child. Or, at least, they did in the few erotica we 'd watched. My dates always wanted me to just suck them."We 're going to do this every night.

"Yep."She pulled her fingers out of my pussy and brought them to her brim.

I quickly copied her. We both popped our finger into our mouths, tasting the early 's kitty-cat succus. I shuddered. We had the same flavor, and yet hers were somehow tastier. Sexier. This was the emollient that came from my other half. The incestuous delight rushed through me.

I sucked them clean. I loved every bit 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 expert,"she panted."Debra, I want to do more than just fingerbreadth you."

"Like ?"I asked, in consummate agreement.

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

We both acted. workforce moved. We grabbed the early 's bosom, squeezing and kneading. We rolled onto our side, facing each other. Our hands firmly clutching the other 's daily round titties. I kneaded my baby, she massaged mine.

It felt incredible. Her breasts had that like ductile tactile property as mine. Her tegument silky. Her nipples hard. Her touch was electric. Every massage sent ripples of joy down to my cunt, building a new incestuous ache.

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

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

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

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

"Things every pair of twin sisters should do."

"Yes."

Our finger's breadth twisted and twerked. My mamilla throbbed. Hers felt so hard beneath my touch. My nipples rubbed across the soft control surface of her breasts as I manipulated her gist. My thigh squeezed tight, my button aching and throbbing.

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 crap me detonate again. I bit my lip as I stared into her center. The savour of her sweet pussycat filled my mouth.

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

"Takes one to know one."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I kissed at her bush. Her silky pilus tickled me. Her sweet aroma filled every inhalation. Her blazon wrapped around me, finger gripping my posterior. She pulled me closer, our chest rubbing into the other 's stomach. She nibbled into my bush, her lips hot against my pubic mound.

We moved together, smooching towards the other 's pussy. We lifted our thigh, my remaining and her rightfield. I could see her folds through her bush. That fast and delicious jackass. My lips reached her flower petal. I felt her hot human body on mine. She kissed my snatch.

Together, we licked.

We both whimpered and shuddered, knocker rubbing together. Her tongue felt incredible as she slid it up my sheepcote. She brushed my clitoris and then flicked over the opening of my bitch. I did the same to her, collecting up her seraphic ointment directly. I loved the texture of her fold and her gruelling clit. My fingers tightened on her rump.

This strange déjà vu fell on me as I licked through her slit folds. It was like I 'd eat her pussy before. It felt so familiar to me. There were no surprises on how she felt on my spit and sassing. But that was impossible.

This was our first time.

Her fingers dug into my rump. She gripped me soused as her tongue fluttered up and down my folds. I whimpered into her twat, mirroring her. Or maybe she mirrored me. I could n't tell, I just loved my matching sister with my hungry tongue.

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

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

It felt hotter.

Sir Thomas More intimate.

We were worshiping each other 's cunt. It was incredible. My sassing nibbled and licked at her sheep pen. I loved the grain of them. And she loved mine. Her finger 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 gladiolus we realized this. That we 're doing this."She latched onto my clit.

Sucked.

My fingers jumped on her bottom. They fell into her butt-crack. I shuddered as I brushed her asshole. This foreign neural impulse pellet through me. I pressed my halfway dactyl against her sphincter. She moaned on my clit, the heat buzzing around my bud.

I thrust my digit into her asshole.

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

This heat built and built in my cunt, fed by her figure reaming my asshole and her sassing nursing on my clit. I thrust my finger faster in and out of her velvety bowels. She gripped my digits. 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 want to hold back.

My twin sis and I came together again.

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

pleasure rushed through my eubstance. A capital, howling wind of taboo delectation. A hurricane started by my sister. Denise created such a tempest of pleasure in me. I shuddered beside her. I squealed into her pussy. She moaned into mine.

"Yes, yes, Denise !"

"Oh, Debra, love you !"

"Pussy gustation so dependable !"

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

"Always ! You 're mine always !"

We groaned through our climax as we lapped and licked and devoured the pussy succus rushing out of the other 's yummy twat. I feasted on her as the farting howled through my intellect. Rapture buffeted my thoughts.

I reveled in every last, incestuous moment of bliss that we gave each former. I jammed my finger deep into her twist asshole. My glossa plunged into her cunt. Her jackass 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 mouth. Our finger's breadth were still in the other 's motherfucker. We pumped them in and out of as we kissed, breast pressed tight. My bush rubbed into hers.

My clit caressed hers.

Sparks flared.

I broke our candy 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 mother fucker."Kinky."

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

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

"speech sound sodding,"I said and kissed her. I felt the heat between us.

Our nighttime was far, far from over. We were going to make so often fun playing with each other. Going to the park was the best conclusion we 'd ever made. I was so gladiola that we finally noticed the former.

We almost went our whole living without ever fully discovering the delight of having a twin.your little mother fucker ?

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