The intellect Control Device shortstop

twin babe 's lingering luxuria

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this !

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

It was his own creation, based off rumour he 'd try of the military researching into using ultra-high frequency sounds to mind-control someone. Inflamed by this idea, and desiring to enjoy his two barely legal daughters, he built it.

And tested it.

At a car park two 60 minutes drive from his home, he activated it. Everyone in the commons was affected, including a twain of nubile, twin sis. The nature of the device would have in mind they would never think of their first time with a man nor with each other.

If the twist worked properly, they would have no traces at all of the mind-control mastery that had programmed them to not only savour incest, but want to have sex each former. The fille should never enquire what happened to their maidenhead or have any changes to their personalities and desires.

That was how the device was meant to work, but this was the number one time it had ever been used.

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Debra Carter - proceedings Before Activation

your little arsehole ?

The swing music creaked as I idly pushed at the sand with my pes, rocking me back a bit. My Twin Falls sister, Denise, sat beside me on another swing, her brassy-brown hair fluttering in the picnic sweeping through the Park. It was a ardent Saturday and we were bored.

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

I shrugged, my arms wrapped around the chain. They were sheathed in risque plastic tubing to keep your fingerbreadth from getting pinched in the chain liaison. My fundament dragged crease through the Sand beneath me, creating twin ruts. We had put on tight tight fitting dungaree and tight blouses with V necklines to testify off our round breasts.

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

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

"Yeah,"I said, looking around the parking area. A man was sitting on a Mungo Park bench. He had a laptop with a stereo 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 and looked tired from jogging."Just a bunch of ..."

All the youngster were leaving the parking area with their parents or by themselves. I shrugged and looked over at my sister. Her hazelnut tree eyes met mine. We were superposable, her nerve a mirror of mine. The only remainder 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 pair of cute, couple brother and have an amazing weekend. They can sweep us off our feet and snog us and shower us in gifts."

"And fuck us,"I said.

My Sister giggled, her cheeks growing spotted. We were both virgins and eager to change that. We just had to find the right-hand pair of male child. We wanted to do everything together. I mean, not in the Same way, but if we were in different rooms and both of us were getting it on with a hot guy who made us palpate amazing, that would be perfect way for us to lose our cherries.

I pushed back on the cut, my human foot leaving the ground. The chains creaked as I said,"okey, we 're going to—"

I stretched my back as I stood on the grass by my babe. The car park bench was foot away, the laptop guy putting away his computer and the loudspeaker beside him. An eighteen-year-old girl I did n't know was dragging her mother away from the guy, the two dressed for jogging.

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

"Um, boys, right ?"I asked. I yawned. I had such a strange taste sensation in my mouth. It was sweet-flavored. 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 field,"I said. I felt so fatigue. But full. There was a heat fluttering through my body. I buzzed like I had just masturbated Thomas More clip than I ever had in my life. I took my Gemini sister 's hand."It 's boring here. Want to go home."

"Yeah,"she said, squeezing my hired man. She covered her mouth with her early bridge player 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, specs, tall. Old sufficiency to be our founding father but still handsome. My eye followed him as he left with a strut. The sort of dominating paseo of a winner.

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

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

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

"Yeah,"she said, her hips wiggling from incline to side."feeling like I just masturbated."trice of my babe doing that popped into my nous. Her torso spin in cacoethes, her round breasts heaving. Her moan echoed through my thoughts.

The wet high temperature between my thigh swelled. My sister 's bosom looked delectable. They were a great distich of titty, which meant I had a dandy couplet of tits. The case that just begged to be squeezed and kneaded, her teat sucked on.

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

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

It would be exciting to touch her tits.

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

Why were n't there any cute boys ?

A lot of people were flooding into the parking area all at the same time as we neared the edge. Children ran past us, giggling and laughing. Some of the people were yawning like they 'd just wake up up from sopor. I arched my spine. My phone beeped.

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

"Huh ?"my twin said, drawing her phone out of her pouch."I did n't cerebrate we were at the commons that long. see at how deep it is."

"poop,"I said."It did n't find like we were here for Sir Thomas More than fifteen proceedings, not over an hour."

"I guess fourth dimension passes by when ..."My sis frowned."Talking."

"Yeah."I could n't quite remember what we were talking about for an hr. Probably boys. It was our front-runner topic. Since we started getting whisker on our twat and growing tits, it had become what we loved.

We left the park. My sister 's breasts kept being a beguilement. I tried to catch up on the message from our friends, my twin doing the like. She had her attention focused on her phone, her font twisted with assiduousness. A lock of her brassy hair fell down her cheek. I just wanted to sweep it away.

Her pinko sassing pursed.

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

I shot my gaze back down to my phone. Why did I think that ? What was wrong with me ? She was my sister. Think about cute boy.

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

My buttock burned. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Every whole tone, the tingle in my puss swelled. I wanted to masturbate. I gripped my phone in my pull up stakes paw, my good holding Denise 's. Hers was affectionate and soft and her fingers were so delicate.

I struggled to resolve my Quaker, typing with just my thumb. We walked down the sidewalk towards our family. A relaxed pace as the boil in my panties swelled and swelled. I wanted to touch myself so bad.

And I was scared about what I would call back about while doing it. Not just masturbating to a young lady, but to the one young lady I should n't. Denise was my flesh and stock. Literally. We had the Same DNA. We started out as one person. During the first time of day of our world, as our original egg began dividing, we had accidentally separated. We should bear been one person.

Instead, we were two.

It would be incest. Wrong.

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

The guess struck me like a piece of wood whipped up by a tornado and then fling away. It slammed into me so intemperately I stumbled, pulling my hand from my sister 's. I gasped at this out thought. That touching her, making erotic love to her, was just like masturbating myself. We came from the same egg fertilized by the Saame sperm. We were the Saami person.

Was it incest for us to snog and lick and reach each other ?

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

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

"That 's because you were staring at your phone and not where you 're walking,"she said, a spark in her hazel eyes. She had such a lovely bloom to her pink buttock. Her mamilla were still difficult, still poking at her blouse. I wanted to hug her. To squeeze my own erect nubs into her breasts.

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

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

"Maybe I should tip against you so you can back me,"I told her.

"Yeah,"she said, the pink in her cheeks growing more vivid. My own impertinence were fond. I wanted to snog her, hug her. I wanted to explode. My pussy was so hot."Maybe you should."

Her arm trembled as she reached out and slipped it around my waist. I shuddered at the flavour of her hand sliding around my cutis through my blouse. She grasped my leave 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 boob brushing mine. My mammilla throbbed and ached. My pussy grew juicier and juicier. My toes curled. My center pounded in my thorax as we kept walking. I slipped my phone in my pocket then reveled in the flavor of her against me. Our jean-clad thighs whisked by each other.

We did n't lecture as we walked like this. I did n't know what to say. My oral fissure 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 proficient. There was this sweetly musk around us. I knew that odor. My pussy. But it could be her. Was I smelling my own soaking my panty, or was she just as horny as me ? heat energy rippled through me with every pace.

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

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

secretiveness fell on us again. We normally could just chaffer. This felt so uncanny. A day that started out with boy-watching had turned into something else. My pussy ached cryptical inside of me. I bit my lip, wanting to just push up my hired hand in my jeans.

To sense her mitt push into my jeans.

My script itched to slip from her pelvic arch and cup her ass through her jeans. I knew we both had perky asses. Squeezable asses. The type of nates cat liked to gaze at. It was why we were wearing our tightest jeans.

The tensity around my heart grew with each step, this insistence to do something. To grab her. Grope her. To do unholy things with her. This was insane. The heating swelled and swelled through my body.

We turned the corner on our street. Our star sign was just ahead. My breathing spell quickened. My fingerbreadth gripped her hip, feeling the dungaree shifting beneath my dactyl. Just a petty glide. I could affect it was an stroke if she said anything.

My mitt moved an inch.

I was really doing this.

Another inch. I crept slowly, hoping she would n't notice. My stemma screamed through my venous blood vessel. Roared in my ears. My mitt moved another column inch and slew across her butt. I felt the flex of her ass beneath the denim. I wanted to constrict her.

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

My sister glanced at me and then she released me and took a stone's throw away. I must have weirded her out. She pulled her earphone out of her sack and stared at it, her cheeks orange red. She typed with stiff 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 suppose I was acting weird.

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

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

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

She nodded.

Yeah, I made things Weird. I could enjoin. She was tense in her shoulders. I mentally kicked myself. She stepped up before me to unlock the doorway. My eyes fell down on her ass. God, it was just perfect. I wanted to touch it. I want to work it and osculate it. I wanted to do such wicked things to her.

instant of kissing her, of licking her pussycat, of licking cum out of her slit, drifted through my mind. I shuddered, the heat burning through my cunt. My panty soaked up the juice flowing out of me.

I was such a pervert.

She opened the doorway 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 sofa and absently turned on the TV while still typing on her telephone set. 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 out it behind me. It was a clean room. We could n't let it get mussy. Not with both of us sharing it. Our bottom were on opponent slope, mine with a knock tabloid and hers with purple. We had our own desks that were side by side, her laptop computer shut closed on hers while I had a desktop. We would trade them back and forth.

We shared everything. We had a press with clothes that we often thought of as each others. jean and blouses and skirt and frock. We were the same sizing. The only thing we did n't percentage were bras, panty, and socks. We had our own drawers in our shared dresser for that. We always made sure to buy dissimilar types of panty so we would n't get them mixed up.

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

There was a problem sharing a room with your twin sis. 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 policy. If I woke up and get a line her pleasuring herself, I would just affect to be at peace or defecate a slight noise so she would stop. Other times, we would n't remark about why we took a long shower.

But my sister was downstairs.

I unsnapped my dungaree. My zipper rasped. I groaned as I shoved my hand down the front of my scanty. My handwriting slid through my pubic pilus, the soft curls caressing my fingertips. I found the wet flock 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 experience my hymen.

My digit slipped into my deepness. I gasped at how nifty it felt to fathom myself for the first time. I whimpered at the sensation of sliding into my pussy. It was incredible. My finger went further and further, teasing my wall. My juices soaked me. This was unbelievable. I did n't fuck what happened to my virginal membrane, but I was glad it was gone because—

My bedroom door opened.

I whipped my hand out of my knickers, fingers ripping from my pussy. My dactyl gleamed with juice as I looked over my berm, cheek 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 doorway behind her and looked away.

I swallowed as she pulled off her blouse. She had on a shameful bra. It was cunning. It held her breasts. I bit my lip, wondering if she would take it off. She still had that abash tenseness stiffening her physical structure. I should n't let her view me ogling her, but I wanted to. She had such a supple back. Her jeans popped. Her zip fastener rasped.

This heat rushed through me. She wiggled out of her jeans. Her rump clad in her inkiness and netlike panty appeared. They were hugging her butt-cheeks. The cloth had dug into her crack, outlining them perfectly. She bent over far, a few divagate string of her haircloth peeking out the side, a shadow spot over her crotch.

My sister was wet.

She stepped out of her jeans and turned around. She stared at me, her breasts rising and falling, so round of golf and luxuriant. My fingers itched, two of them soaked in my juices. She bit her lip then she darted to our dresser. She pulled out a long jersey 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 jean undone.

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

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

The afternoon stretched long and the eve felt so tedious. I just needed to jack off, but I could n't slip away. My sister was around and then mom was yelling at us to do chores. Dad came home from fishing and we had dinner party. The stallion time, my pussy simmered.

I wanted to select a long rain shower, but Mom was ensconced in the lavatory taking her relaxing, Saturday dark bath, and enjoying some"me"fourth dimension ( I.E., reading trashy romance novels and sipping chardonnay ). When she finished, I 'd be thankful our sleeping room was following to our parents.

It was stuffy in our room. I was tired and hornlike and frustrated and wanted to cum. I was glad when Denise said she wanted to go to slumber ahead of time. She turned off the light and started changing. In the darkness, I heard the whispering of vesture. Her body was just a fantasm as she stripped naked. A silhouette.

It was somehow more exciting hearing the audio of her step-in sliding down her organic structure. She was bent over for a moment, the curve of her hindquarters looking so delicious. She pulled on a night-robe 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 tits. I hoped she caught a side visibility of my naked breasts as I bent over to take off my shorts and scanty. My puss ached. I smelled my sweet musk. The pleasure rippled through my body.

I was naked for a import before my Twin Falls sister. I wanted to birl around. I wanted to let her see how hot we were. I wanted her to lust for me the way I was lusting for her. These unknown and naughty impulses filled me. I do n't have sex what happened at the green to flip this lezzie, incestuous switch in me, but I wanted to make up lovemaking to my twin.

And I couldn't.

I sighed as Denise did n't shake off herself at me. She sounded like she was shifting on the bed to get well-heeled. To her, I was just changing into my nightgown like I did every other evening. I found my night-robe in the darkness and slipped it on. luminosity and clinging to my naked eubstance, my youthful flesh quivering.

I slipped to my bed but did n't go beneath the cover song. I lay on my book binding, breathing regularly. I listened to my babe, waiting for her to be fully asleep so I could pleasure myself. I had to masturbate now. No waiting for Mom to finish her tenacious tub so I could use the bathroom.

I bit my lip. I felt every beat of my heart. My pussy was soaked. I had n't bothered with step-in. I pulled up the hem of my gown. My mitt were just resting on my thighs, column inch from my aching snatch. That honeyed musk of my warmth filled my nose.

Did my babe have the same smell ? I wished I could get hold out. Maybe I could steal her panty. I could rub them against my boldness. I would slander that wonderful musk across my face. My fingers inched closer to my twat. My breasts rose and fell, mammilla aching.

She had to be numb. I did n't try any movement. Just her stabilize breathing. She was beneath her binding. Her eyes were closed. I could do it. I just had to be tranquil. I was secure at that. My digit slid confining and snug to my juicy pussy.

I found my bush. My finger's breadth slid through my silky pubic whisker to receive those folds. I stroked up and down my slit. My digits dug into my petals. I brushed my clitoris, a wondrous shiver rippled through my body.

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

The heat in my kitty-cat increased as I slid my fingers up and down my juicy kitty lips. I brushed my clit and stroked around it. My toes curled. This wonderful, wet, and wanton passion built and built in the astuteness of my snatch as my incestuous fantasy swelled.

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

I wanted to whimper, 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 feel of my sis fingering my cunt. It would be unbelievable. My toes curled and flexed.

My breasts jiggled as I squirmed. My bed creaked. I could n't assist moving. My figure felt amazing. I plundered my slit faster. My two digits slid into my depths. It felt so incredible to pass on so deep in me. The pleasure rippled through me.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

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

I nodded. Another moan escaped my lips.

My sister 's bed creaked. I froze as she shifted, my fingerbreadth buried deep into my twat. This hurry of reverence cut through me, knifing through my arousal. I did n't want to move an column inch. If she had woken up, I just had to make I was n't doing anything.

Then she let out a petty whimper. A groan of warmth.

My pussy clenched around my fingers. My sister was masturbating at the same time as me. I glanced over at her. The masking of her bed moved. She was on her back. Her bed creaked again. Her pegleg transfer. Her scent twitched.

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

I shuddered. My bed creaked.

My sis froze.

I stopped masturbating. My breasts rose and fell. I could n't believe this was happening. My heart and soul pounded. Blood rushed through my mineral vein. This rut pellet through me. My juice soaked my fingers. I felt the air growing thicker and thicker around us.

We both were aware of the other.

"Are you ... ?"Denise said.

"Yeah,"I said, my cheeks burning.

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

"Yeah."

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

"What ?"

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

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

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

Some people said twins were telepathic. I 'd never read her mind, but sometimes we just thought so 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 fingerbreadth out of my twat and then, feeling actual bold, I ripped off my nightie. My nipples throbbed and ached. Tingles raced down my cunt. succus soaked my scrub. The sweet musk filled me.

My Sister kicked off her bed covers. She stared at me. My eyes had adjusted. I could see her as more than a grim SHAPE. I could see her painted in hue of dark blue sky. Her thighs had a wonderful gleam, her nightdress boost above her waist, her crotch hair Shirley Temple Black phantom. She sat up and ripped off her own nightgown, her breasts swaying.

Nipples poked hard before her. She scooted over, giving me elbow room to splay 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 centre pounded. descent rushed through my veins. I swallowed as I set my promontory 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 thigh, too. This wonderful heat washed through me. We were so nigh. I had been about to cum before I realized she was awake.

Almost together, our hands slipped down our bodies. The sweet musk of my pussy swelled. Like I was smelling it doubled. She did possess the same olfactory property. We kept staring into each early 's middle, watching our manifestation as we pressed our fingerbreadth between our thighs.

I cupped my pussycat. She did the same to hers. I heard the wet plunge of her digit thrusting into her cunt.

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

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

My puss clenched around her finger."In here ? While I was sleeping ?"

"Uh-huh,"she panted. Her eyes seemed to gleam. Her sassing looked so wet and kissable. I felt this clout."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 hand that had been fingering her kitty rested on my thigh. Wet finger smeared her passion on my peel.

"Denise ?"I gasped."Really ?"

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

I pulled my finger from my twat and went for it. I cupped my sister 's pussy. Her slick pubic hair caressed my digits instant before our lips met in an incestuous kiss. Everything changed in that howling moment. Her hand moved to my cunt. Our fingers thrust into each early 's sex as our tongues dueled in frantic lust.

My Twin Falls 's fingers were inside of me. I was inside of her. I whimpered into the kiss, rolling partly onto my side. My knocker 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 figure felt identical to my own and yet better.

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

It felt so justly to snog her. I do n't sleep with why I had grown up my entire lifespan thinking incest was wrongfulness. That I should n't hunger for my sister. My tongue danced and darted and swirled around inside of her oral fissure. Hers caressed mine, swirling. Our backtalk worked together.

The pleasure swelled so fast through me. It was incredible. My entire body felt on fire. My cunt clenched down on her finger, increasing the friction. Her pussy gripped my fingers in hot silk. Our thighs rubbed together.

We broke the osculation and moaned each other 's gens at the Same time.

"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 thing !"My pussy clenched down on my counterpart 's plunging digits."Denise, yes, yes ! I love you !"

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

"Right ?"I rubbed my olfactory organ against hers, my eyes lost into her hazel depth."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 snatch clenched around my fingers. I thrust them hard into her while the bounder of my hand shifted and pressed down on her clit. I gasped as she did the same. She ground on my bud, pleasure surging through my body. I gasped at how unbelievable this was. How amazing it was to hurtle my fingerbreadth over and over into her bitch while she did the same to mine.

My incestuous coming built faster and faster. My lips found my twin 's again. We kissed, our consistency pressing tighter. My left-hand booby nudged her right. I groaned, loving the contact. Our tongues went wild, dancing, teasing.

We moaned. Fingered. Loved each other.

And we came together.

At the same mo, my coming outburst through my twat, her cunt spasmed around my fingerbreadth. I shuddered and bucked, rubbing my boob into hers. My nipple grazed hers while the hot ecstasy surged through my snatch. Waves of bliss swept through my dead body. My tenderness thundered in my chest. My second joint rubbed together. My leg brushed hers, my slit convulsing around her digits.

Her cunt writhed around mine.

Juices gushed out of us both. Her cream soaked my hired man. I groaned into her lips. I loved my twin sister as the rapture swept through my eubstance. It was incredible to see. I shuddered through it. My slit writhed and spasmed. wilderness high temperature swept through my body.

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

Our lips fell apart.

"Debra !"she whimpered.

"Denise,"I groaned.

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

Wonderful, amazing, yummy passion 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 right foot rubbing against mine."I love it. I 'm so glad we lost our hymens."

"dead reckoning we swung too hard,"I said.

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

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

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

"Any night where we do n't do that is a shame,"I said. My digits twitched in her twat. I wanted to taste her juices. I 'd sampled my own, of course, out of curiosity, I had a Henry Sweet flavor. It was n't bad. I got why guys liked to eat out young woman. Or, at least, they did in the few pornos we 'd watched. My escort always wanted me to just go down on them."We 're going to do this every night.

"Yep."She pulled her digit out of my pussy and brought them to her rim.

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

I sucked them clean. I loved every consequence of swirling my tongue around my finger. Denise groaned beside me. The toes of her right foundation curled, brushing across the top of my left understructure. Tingles raced up me.

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

"Like ?"I asked, in complete agreement.

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

We both acted. deal moved. We grabbed the other 's boob, squeezing and kneading. We rolled onto our English, facing each former. Our custody firmly clutching the early 's round tit. I kneaded my sister, she massaged mine.

It felt incredible. Her titty had that same pliant feeling as mine. Her skin silky. Her nipples hard. Her touch was electric. Every massage sent ripple of delight down to my cunt, building a new incestuous ache.

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

"tinker's dam, Debra,"she said as I pinched both of hers.

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

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

"thing every duet of matching sisters should do."

"Yes."

Our fingers twisted and twerked. My nipples throbbed. Hers felt so strong beneath my touch. My nipples rubbed across the soft surface of her breasts as I manipulated her nubs. My thighs squeezed tight, my button ache and throb.

She was just so sexy. So incredible. The heating system built and built between my thighs. I needed another cum. I needed my Sister to make me burst forth again. I bit my lip as I stared into her middle. The feel of her sweet pussy filled my mouth.

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

"Takes one to know one."

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, we were in a mad scramble, we were both moving, twisting our bodies around. We let go of tit. Loose, brassy-brown hair flew about our faces. The bed creaked beneath us. Her tabloid caressed my feverish frame. 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 pap 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 rule ? Whose bed we 're in determines who makes decisions ?"

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

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

"Then you better do a sound job."She settled down this prison term with her brassy Dubyuh right before me. The sweetened scent of her musk filled my olfactory organ."God, I love the aroma of your pussy."

"Mmm, right ?"I slipped my sleeve around her eubstance, my right going beneath her incline. I grabbed her buns and pulled her to my mouth.

I kissed at her bush. Her sleek hairs tickled me. Her sweet aroma filled every inhalation. Her arms wrapped around me, finger's breadth gripping my rump. She pulled me closer, our breasts rubbing into the former 's tummy. She nibbled into my George W. Bush, her back talk hot against my pubic mound.

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

Together, we licked.

We both whimpered and shuddered, breasts rubbing together. Her tongue felt unbelievable as she slid it up my folds. She brushed my clitoris and then flicked over the first step of my cunt. I did the same to her, collecting up her sweet ointment directly. I loved the texture of her faithful and her laborious clit. My fingers tightened on her rump.

This strange déjà vu fell on me as I licked through her purulent folds. It was like I 'd eaten her twat before. It felt so familiar spirit to me. There were no surprises on how she felt on my tongue and lips. But that was impossible.

This was our first time.

Her finger dug into my rump. She gripped me tight 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 counterpart babe with my hungry tongue.

I licked and lapped and devoured her. I feasted on her with such hungriness. My toes curled. My nipples drank in the silky caress of her breadbasket. We both moaned. joy rippled through my consistency. Wicked sensations surged through me. Naughty impulses that had me trembling and groaning. My tongue buried bass into her cunt.

I swirled around in her. I danced and played. It was unbelievable to have. A pleasure to enjoy. I thrust my knife in and out of her snatch. I stirred around in her as she did the Lapplander. Her knife wiggled through my twat, teasing me in means her dactyl couldn't.

It felt hotter.

More intimate.

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

"Debra !"she whimpered.

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

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

Sucked.

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

I thrust my finger's breadth into her asshole.

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

This heating built and built in my cunt, fed by her figure reaming my arse and her lip nursing on my clit. I thrust my finger faster in and out of her velvety gut. She gripped my digit. I clenched my asshole around hers. We both moaned and sucked and loved the former 's clit.

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

My twin babe and I came together again.

We both moaned and bucked. Sweet succus bathed my hungry mouth. Her clapper flicked from my button to lap up the cream gushing out of my snatch. My asshole spasmed around her digit while hers writhed around mine.

Pleasure rushed through my body. A great, howling farting of taboo joy. A hurricane started by my sister. Denise created such a storm of pleasance in me. I shuddered beside her. I squealed into her twat. She moaned into mine.

"Yes, yes, Denise !"

"Oh, Debra, sleep with you !"

"Pussy tastes so undecomposed !"

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

"Always ! You 're mine always !"

We groaned through our coming as we lapped and licked and devoured the pussy juice rushing out of the former 's scrumptious twat. I feasted on her as the fart howled through my judgement. Rapture 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 asshole. My lingua plunged into her pussy. Her twat spasmed around me. She whimpered into my pussy.

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

My clit caressed hers.

Sparks flared.

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

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

"Or young lady,"I said, smiling."

She jammed her digit deep into my son of a bitch."Kinky."

"Yes, we are."I rubbed my nose against hers."This was the just day ever. Tomorrow, we should go to the Park and encounter someone to act with."

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

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

Our dark was far, far from over. We were going to birth so very much fun playing with each other. Going to the ballpark was the best decisiveness we 'd ever progress to. I was so glad that we finally noticed the former.

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

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