It started out innocently enough. I had this compulsive melodic theme of seeing my Twin blood brother naked.

Anyway, one day when mom and dad were n't home, Paul was in the shower. I screwed up my courage and snuck into the bathroom and stood there in a corner where he could n't see me until he came out of the rain shower. Eventually, the door slid unresolved. Paul stepped out. There he was, naked and dripping wet from mind to toe. But I do n't retrieve I had prison term to take in any details. He actually screamed and turned around to hide his private parts. I ran out and hid in my chamber and locked the door.

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

I do n't remember how long I pleaded with him, but then an idea came into my head teacher. `` I 'll take off my clothes for you. '' Now he may not have been interest in girls at that age, but that was an idea that he could n't resist. `` OK, '' he said.

It was only then that real panic set in for me. I could n't consider what I had said. I was trapped. So I backed into my room and he followed. `` Close the threshold ,. '' - of course nobody was place, but you understand -"and turn around."He did both. I slipped out of my tee shirt, shoes and jeans.

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

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

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

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

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A few week later, I guess Alice Paul had been working up his own bravery. He decided to wrick tables on me. I stepped out of the shower, and there he was. I screamed and turned around, but he did n't exit. With my back to him and a towel hastily wrapped around me, I said, `` You 'd better select your dress off NOW ! ! !. Everything ! ! ! ! '' I heard the sounds of apparel being unfastened and dropped to the floor.

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

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

At this point, I was letting boy sense me up and rub my scanty. One day, Paul came in while I was showering. I asked him, `` Will you come in and wash my back ? '' It was something I 'd been dreaming about for calendar month. He undressed and came in. I turned my cover and gave him the soap. Of course, I had n't really thought much beyond getting my back washed.

St. Paul lathered my back, and then my shoulder joint and then he reached around in front and washed me there. We had never touched like that. It felt sooooo salutary. I purred, `` mmmmmm, '' and giggled when his penis kept knocking against my tail. Then I turned and said, `` slipstream my legs."

He was pretty embarrassed, but also excited. So he knelt down on one knee and started with my feet. As he worked his way up, I had decision to take a leak. `` You can wash off me there, too. '' I had never let a boy actually touch my pussy, though some essay to push my pantie aside or slip their hands inside. Let 's just say that Paul did a wonderful job and I was moaning as he washed me there. `` Oh that feeling good, Paul."

'' Your turn, '' I eventually said. I took the soap and lathered his vertebral column. He was so mucscular, so beautiful. `` Turn around. '' I washed his now strong breast very affectionately and, a slight nervously, started to rub soap on his member and balls. Then I too knelt down and washed his branch. Do n't get too excited -- I never even thought of giving him oral sex.

When I got to the top of his wooden leg, I felt like his privates needed some more cleanup. His cock felt so strong in my hand. `` support doing that, '' he said between thick breathing time. By then I was singular what would happen, though I knew from a theoretic view. All of a sudden, spermatozoon shot out in fusillade. Some hit the wall behind me. Some hit my cheek. Some ran down over my chest. He just moaned and moaned.

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

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

At the fourth dimension, I was going out with chump, a boy a bit older than me. And after I had felt Paul 's hand washing my pussycat and seen him come in the exhibitor, I had different ideas about my limit when alone with a boy. Mark and I had a deary barn to park behind, and as common, we got into the back seat.

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

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

We both snuck home plate that nighttime without being discovered, despite an obvious grunge on my skirt and one on his shirt. I told him he 'd better volunteer to do the laundry.

Mom and Dad went away for a weekend, so Paul and I did n't wait five minute of arc before we hopped into the exhibitioner together. He 'd been getting pretty far with my friend Christmas carol, though they both swore they had n't had sex yet. Anyway, the pleasance of being washed by such a gorgeous man was still intense. We took our fourth dimension lathering each other 's backs. Then facing each other, I scrubbed his howling breast as his hands slid over my breasts. That sure was wonderful. My nipples were hard and I could palpate myself getting aroused inside.

He knelt down in presence of me, first kissing and sucking on my tit, then kissing my tummy. As he was washing my thigh he started to osculate my pubic hair.

Oh my Oh my OH MY. Before he started washing my cunt, his tongue licked my pussy sass and I could feel warm up slippery juices running down my leg with the water. I had to slant against the bulwark, I was getting so weak in the genu. He was licking between my backtalk now. Then two fingers were up inside me, fucking me, oh yessssss. What had Christmas carol been teaching him ? Oh yessss. I was crying out with pleasure.

After he knew I was fill, he stood up and I finished washing him. I knelt down to wash his feet and leg and especially his wonderful dick and his balls. I was n't exactly sure how to do this, but after the water system had rinsed him off, I tentatively kissed his penis at the tip, while I was holding it with my hand. I knew what I had to do, but once again, I was nervous. I tried putting a petty bit in my mouth. Saul moaned and, well, I did n't die. I pushed my grimace down over it more and started bobbing my head so it went in and out of my mouth. It was Paul the Apostle that was leaning against the wall and moaning now. Then he said, `` Look out, I 'm cumming, '' and pulled himself out of my mouth. sperm started squirting everywhere again including on my face. I do n't screw why, but I wanted him to finish in my lip. I took his cock back in and felt the last spasms of cum in my throat.

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We both had dates that night and I gave Mark the Saami favor. Boy was he surprised. He gave me the pleasure of his finger and we both got totally naked for the low gear time, but he would n't lick my pussycat. I went home pleased but feeling a little cheat on and went to bed. Paul came back a half minute later.

I lay awake for maybe another half minute thinking about Paul. Then, only in my nightie, I went across to his way and pushed the threshold open.

'' Alice Paul, are you still awake ?"

'' Yes."

'' Can I hail in ?"

'' OK."

'' Paul ?"

'' Yes ?"

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

'' Can we do it again ?"

'' OK"

And I slipped into his bed. I tried to get under the covers with him, but a twin bed is really little. It was n't long before the covers were on the storey and he was laying on top of me. Then my nightie was on the base and his pajamas were gone. He was laying on top of me, his toilsome turncock pressed against my belly. We were kissing and his helping hand were massaging my breasts. He slid down and kissed my nipples and slid down down down some more.

What a feeling. Laying naked on a bed. My branch gap panoptic for a male who was knockout and beautiful. Soon his mind was between my legs and he was once again that day licking my pussy.

He leaned up to follow his fingerbreadth go into my love hole. `` You 're so beautiful, sis. '' He was thrusting thrusting thrusting and I was rocking with pleasance. When he pushed his face into my pussy and drive his natural language in, I cried out. I suppose it was done better by other men later in my life, but to me then it was the most marvelous thing ever.

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

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

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

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

Paul and Christmas carol started fucking and were inseparable. She eventually consented to giving him oral sex and they managed to get together a couple of times a hebdomad. You would take in thought they were married except that sex took place in a car or family room.

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

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

So this clip, as we pulled the covers down and I had kissed Paul passionately, I asked him, `` Paul, will you piss love to me tonight ? I mean, really really make sexual love to me ? '' There was a rent on my cheek. He pulled me close, kissed me forever, and slue me out of my clothes. Then he stood back from me, looked at my body from head to toe, and said, `` Margo, I love you so. You are so beautiful."

'' No condom, I said."

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

I was immediately on my back with my legs as far apart as they could go. We 'd had enough foreplay before and did n't need any tonight. Paul laid over me and I felt his stopcock against my pussy. He was kissing me and squeezing my breasts as I felt him slip up inside me. I wrapped my legs around him as his powerful stroking slammed into me. I was cumming immediately, it was so wonderful, so shake, so long awaited. He was hammering the end of my vagina and I was crying out with pleasure. I felt his juices explode inside me over and over with each CVA.

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