The thinker controller twist short

twin babe 's Lingering lecherousness

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

preeminence : Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this !

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

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

And tested it.

At a commons two 60 minutes drive from his menage, he activated it. Everyone in the ballpark was affected, including a pair of nubile, twin sisters. The nature of the twist would mean they would never remember their first time with a man nor with each other.

If the gimmick worked properly, they would have no traces at all of the mind-control statement that had programmed them to not only savour incest, but want to love each other. The missy should never wonder what happened to their hymens or have any variety to their personalities and desires.

That was how the gimmick was meant to work, but this was the first of all fourth dimension it had ever been used.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Debra Carter - hour Before energizing

your footling asshole ?

The swing creaked as I idly pushed at the sand with my feet, rocking me back a bit. My match sister, Denise, sat beside me on another golf stroke, her brassy-brown haircloth fluttering in the child's play sweeping through the park. It was a fond 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 depressed charge plate tubing to hold on your fingers from getting pinched in the chain radio link. My feet dragged furrows through the sand beneath me, creating twin ruts. We had put on miserly underweight dungaree and fuddled blouses with V necklines to show off our round breasts.

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

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

"Yeah,"I said, looking around the park. A man was sitting on a Park bench. He had a laptop with a stereoscopic picture 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 lot of ..."

All the kids were leaving the park with their parents or by themselves. I shrugged and looked over at my baby. Her hazel eyes met mine. We were identical, her look a mirror of mine. The only difference between us was my garden 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, twin buddy and have an get weekend. They can sweep us off our foundation and kiss 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 chance the right duo of boys. 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 flummox, that would be unadulterated way for us to drop off our cherries.

I pushed back on the swing, my foot leaving the ground. The chain of mountains creaked as I said,"Okay, we 're going to—"

I stretched my back as I stood on the grass by my sister. The park bench was human foot away, the laptop guy putting away his computing device and the loudspeaker system beside him. An eighteen-year-old miss I did n't bang was dragging her mother away from the guy, the two dressed for jogging.

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

"Um, boys, right ?"I asked. I yawned. I had such a unknown preference in my sassing. It was mellifluous. 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 wing,"I said. I felt so tired. But in effect. There was a warmheartedness fluttering through my body. I buzzed like I had just masturbated more sentence than I ever had in my life. I took my parallel sister 's hand."It 's boring here. need to go home."

"Yeah,"she said, squeezing my hand. She covered her mouth with her other paw 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 hair, specs, tall. Old enough to be our father but still handsome. My eyes followed him as he left with a strut. The sort of dominating walk of a winner.

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

"Yum,"my sister said, squeezing her hands."He is hot. Making my mammilla tingle."

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

"Yeah,"she said, her hips wiggling from side to side."tone like I just masturbated."fanfare of my sister doing that popped into my mind. Her soundbox twisting in passion, her round breasts heaving. Her moan echoed through my thoughts.

The wet heating system between my thighs swelled. My sister 's knocker looked yummy. They were a corking duet of mamilla, which meant I had a large pair of tits. The type that just begged to be squeezed and kneaded, her nipples sucked on.

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

As we strolled across the parkland to head home, I kept noticing the saltation of her tit. They were just such a delicious pair. 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 tinct her tits.

The thought of touching my Twin sister 's breasts had me blinking. I wrenched my gaze from them. Why would I recollect of Denise like that ? She was my sister. My sister. My flesh and bloodline. And she was a girl. I never stared at fille with thirst like that. I was into boys. Cute boys.

Why were n't there any cute male child ?

A lot of people were flooding into the common all at the Lapplander metre as we neared the edge. fry ran past us, giggling and laughing. Some of the people were yawning like they 'd just woken up from eternal sleep. I arched my spine. My headphone beeped.

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

"Huh ?"my Gemini said, drawing her sound out of her pocket."I did n't think we were at the park that long. Look at how former it is."

"Shit,"I said."It did n't finger like we were here for Sir Thomas More than 15 minutes, not over an hour."

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

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

We left the car park. My Sister 's breasts kept being a distraction. I tried to fascinate up on the subject matter from our ally, my twin doing the like. She had her care focused on her earphone, her face twisted with concentration. A lock of her brassy hair's-breadth fell down her cheek. I just wanted to brush it away.

Her pink brim pursed.

What would it be like to snog those lip ...

I shot my gaze back down to my earpiece. Why did I think that ? What was improper with me ? She was my sis. opine about cute boys.

I struggled to think of cute son. Robert I or Clint or Rex were cute guys at my college. And there was Mr. James Douglas Morrison, who was our history professor that my Sister and I both had a crush on. But their faces would n't quell in my thinker. Denise 's kept popping up.

My boldness burned. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Every step, the frisson in my cunt swelled. I wanted to masturbate. I gripped my sound in my left manus, my right holding Denise 's. Hers was warm and voiced and her fingers were so delicate.

I struggled to answer my friends, typing with just my thumb. We walked down the sidewalk towards our home. A unlax pace as the boil in my pantie swelled and swelled. I wanted to relate myself so bad.

And I was scared about what I would consider about while doing it. Not just masturbating to a girl, but to the one girl I should n't. Denise was my anatomy and lineage. Literally. We had the like DNA. We started out as one person. During the first hr of our existence, as our original egg began dividing, we had accidentally separated. We should have been one person.

Instead, we were two.

It would be incest. Wrong.

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

The cerebration struck me like a art object of wood whipped up by a tornado and then flung away. It slammed into me so difficult I stumbled, pulling my hand from my Sister 's. I gasped at this taboo idea. That touching her, making love to her, was just like masturbating myself. We came from the Lapplander egg fertilized by the Saame spermatozoan. We were the same person.

Was it incest for us to osculate and work and allude 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 sparkling in her hazel heart. She had such a lovely blush to her garden pink impudence. Her nipples were still knockout, still poking at her blouse. I wanted to hug her. To exhort my own erect substance into her breasts.

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

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

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

"Yeah,"she said, the pink in her cheeks growing Sir Thomas More intense. My own brass were warm. I wanted to kiss her, hug her. I wanted to blow up. My pussy was so hot."Maybe you should."

Her arm trembled as she reached out and slipped it around my waist. I shuddered at the feel of her hand sliding around my skin through my blouse. She grasped my left hip and pulled me to her. I pressed into her slope. My own arm went around her waist, touching her. Our bodies were pressed tight.

I felt the side of her boob brushing mine. My nipple throbbed and ached. My pussy grew naughty and juicier. My toes curled. My heart pounded in my chest as we kept walking. I slipped my earphone in my pocket then reveled in the feel of her against me. Our jean-clad thighs whisked by each other.

We did n't babble as we walked like this. I did n't know what to say. My mouth felt dry. It was like I was walking with a cute boy and not wanting to mess affair up. I did n't want to say the wrong affair. My stomach writhed with heart while my pussy burned.

She smelled so adept. There was this dulcet musk around us. I knew that scent. My pussy. But it could be her. Was I smelling my own soaking my panty, or was she just as horny as me ? oestrus rippled through me with every step.

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

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

secrecy fell on us again. We normally could just chat. This felt so weird. A day that started out with boy-watching had turned into something else. My pussy ached deep inside of me. I bit my lip, wanting to just stuff my manus in my jeans.

To feel her hand thrust into my jeans.

My hired man itched to slide from her articulatio coxae and cup her ass through her dungaree. I knew we both had perky seat. Squeezable hindquarters. The type of asses guy wire liked to gaze at. It was why we were wearing our tightest jeans.

The stress around my bosom grew with each step, this pressure to do something. To grab her. Grope her. To do severe thing with her. This was insane. The heat swelled and swelled through my body.

We turned the niche on our street. Our house was just ahead. My breathing spell quickened. My fingerbreadth gripped her hip, feeling the dungaree shifting beneath my digits. Just a picayune coast. I could pretend it was an accident if she said anything.

My hand moved an inch.

I was really doing this.

Another inch. I crept slowly, hoping she would n't notice. My stock screamed through my venous blood vessel. Roared in my pinna. My hand moved another inch and slew across her butt. I felt the flex of her ass beneath the denim. I wanted to squeeze 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 footprint away. I must have weirded her out. She pulled her earphone out of her air hole and stared at it, her cheeks scarlet. She typed with unshakable movements.

My own was vibrating with notifications in my pocket. I swallowed, missing the flavor 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 pretend cipher had happened. I needed to act normal. Not suspicious.

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

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

She nodded.

Yeah, I made things weird. I could tell. She was tense in her berm. I mentally kicked myself. She stepped up before me to unlock the room access. My eyes fell down on her ass. God, it was just double-dyed. I wanted to tinge it. I want to knead it and kiss it. I wanted to do such prankish things to her.

fanfare of kissing her, of licking her slit, of licking cum out of her twat, drifted through my mind. I shuddered, the heat burning through my twat. My panties soaked up the succus flowing out of me.

I was such a pervert.

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

I fled upstairs to our room.

I burst through the door and shut it behind me. It was a make clean room. We could n't let it get messy. Not with both of us sharing it. Our beds were on antonym English, mine with a rap sail and hers with purpleness. We had our own desks that were side by side, her laptop shut closed on hers while I had a desktop. We would deal them back and forth.

We shared everything. We had a cupboard with clothes that we often thought of as each others. Jeans and blouses and skirts and clothes. We were the Lapp size. The only thing we did n't percentage were bras, panties, and windsock. We had our own underdrawers in our shared dresser for that. We always made sure to buy different types of panties 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 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 trouble sharing a room with your twin sister. Self-pleasure.

We certainly did it. And we had definitely caught each early doing it. We had adopted a do n't ask, do n't tell policy. If I woke up and try her pleasuring herself, I would just sham to be asleep or prepare a slim disturbance so she would stop. former times, we would n't point out about why we took a long 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 hair, the piano roll caressing my fingertips. I found the wet folds of my puss. I groaned as I brushed my clitoris. I slid my fingerbreadth through my juicy lips and found the entree to my twat.

I did n't feel my hymen.

My finger's breadth slipped into my profundity. I gasped at how smashing it felt to get across myself for the low time. I whimpered at the aesthesis of sliding into my pussy. It was incredible. My digits went further and further, teasing my rampart. My juices soaked me. This was unbelievable. I did n't have it away what happened to my virginal membrane, but I was glad it was gone because—

My bedchamber door opened.

I whipped my hand out of my gasp, fingerbreadth ripping from my puss. My digits gleamed with succus as I looked over my shoulder joint, buttock burning. Denise was there. She froze at the slew 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 obstruct tension stiffening her trunk. I should n't let her captivate me ogling her, but I wanted to. She had such a supple back. Her jeans popped. Her zipper rasped.

This heat rushed through me. She wiggled out of her jeans. Her ass clad in her mordant and lacy step-in appeared. They were hugging her butt-cheeks. The cloth had dug into her crack, outlining them perfectly. She bent over further, a few roll chain of her hair peeking out the incline, a dark daub 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 rotund and plush. My digit itched, two of them soaked in my juices. She bit her lip then she darted to our toilet table. She pulled out a long tee shirt and drew it on. It fell down to her mid-thighs.

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

"Yeah,"I said, forgetting I was standing there in a bra and with my 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 kind of degenerate. I found a pair of short circuit and a tank top. I pulled them on then glanced at my desk.

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

The good afternoon stretched long and the eventide felt so deadening. I just needed to masturbate, but I could n't slip away. My Sister was around and then mom was yelling at us to do chore. Dad came home from fishing and we had dinner. The entire time, my pussy simmered.

I wanted to take a long shower, but Mom was ensconced in the john taking her relaxing, Saturday night bathroom, and enjoying some"me"clip ( I.E., reading cheap romance novels and sipping chardonnay ). When she finished, I 'd be thankful our sleeping room was succeeding to our parents.

It was stuffy in our room. I was tired and hornlike and thwarted and wanted to cum. I was glad when Denise said she wanted to go to sleep early. She turned off the light and started changing. In the dark, I heard the rustle of clothing. Her organic structure was just a shadow as she stripped naked. A silhouette.

It was somehow more charge up hearing the phone of her scanty sliding down her consistency. She was bent over for a moment, the bender of her nates looking so yummy. She pulled on a nightgown and then slipped into her bed.

My pussy soaked my panties. I started changing, wishing she was watching me. I stripped them all off. My bra released my nipple. I hoped she caught a side profile of my au naturel breasts as I bent over to rent off my short circuit and panties. My bitch ached. I smelled my afters musk. The pleasure rippled through my body.

I was naked for a moment before my twin sister. I wanted to spin 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 unusual and risque pulse filled me. I do n't know what happened at the car park to flip this lezzie, incestuous switch in me, but I wanted to make passion to my twin.

And I couldn't.

I sighed as Denise did n't project herself at me. She sounded like she was shifting on the bed to get well-fixed. To her, I was just changing into my nightgown like I did every early evening. I found my nightgown in the nighttime and slipped it on. Light and clinging to my naked torso, my youthful shape quivering.

I slipped to my bed but did n't go beneath the cover. I lay on my back, breathing regularly. I listened to my Sister, waiting for her to be fully at rest so I could pleasure myself. I had to masturbate now. No waiting for Mom to end her long bath 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 pantie. I pulled up the hem of my nightgown. My manpower were just resting on my thighs, inches from my aching pussy. That sweet musk of my passion filled my nose.

Did my baby have the same scent ? I wished I could get hold out. Maybe I could steal her panties. I could rub them against my grimace. I would blur that fantastic musk across my face. My digit inched closer to my twat. My tit rose and fell, nipples aching.

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

I found my bush. My fingers slid through my silky pubic hair to find oneself those sheepcote. I stroked up and down my slit. My dactyl dug into my petals. I brushed my button, a wonderful chill rippled through my body.

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

The heating plant in my kitty-cat increased as I slid my fingers up and down my juicy pussy lips. 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 vision."Touching you is like touching my own twat. You 're just as hot as I am. Just as wet and silky. Do you hold your hymen ?"My fingers pressed into my pussy. They slid into the astuteness of my puss."No, you do n't. You 've lost yours, too. Mmm, is n't it hot to slide fingers into your twat ?"

I wanted to whimper, to groan out my answer.

I plundered my dactyl in and out of my cunt. It felt unbelievable. It was so hard not to groan. I wanted to cry out right now as I imagined the smell of my sister fingering my pussy. It would be unbelievable. My toes curled and flexed.

My breasts jiggled as I squirmed. My bed creaked. I could n't help moving. My fingerbreadth felt amazing. I plundered my cunt 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 idea."You 're feeling so good. You 're so hot. You 're molten around my fingers. Are you going to cum for me ?"

I nodded. Another moan escaped my lips.

My sister 's bed creaked. I froze as she shifted, my fingers buried deep into my slit. This rush of fright 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 pretend I was n't doing anything.

Then she let out a short whimper. A moan of warmth.

My slit clenched around my fingerbreadth. My sister was masturbating at the Lapp time as me. I glanced over at her. The cover version of her bed moved. She was on her back. Her bed creaked again. Her leg shifted. Her poke twitched.

I pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy. My fathead squeezed around my digits. I gripped them, drinking in the delight. My sister let out another suspiration. 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 sis froze.

I stopped masturbating. My white meat rose and fell. I could n't conceive this was happening. My nub pounded. stock rushed through my nervure. This heating plant guess through me. My juice soaked my fingers. I felt the air growing thicker and thicker around us.

We both were mindful of the other.

"Are you ... ?"Denise said.

"Yeah,"I said, my impudence burning.

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

"Yeah."

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

"What ?"

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

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

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

Some people said Twin were telepathic. I 'd never record her brain, but sometimes we just thought so much alike that it was like we were communicating with just our cerebration."Yours."

I rolled out of bed, shocked that this was going to happen. I pulled my fingers out of my snatch and then, feeling actual bold face, I ripped off my nightgown. My nipples throbbed and ached. prickling raced down my snatch. Juices soaked my bush. The sweet-flavored 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 than a dark contour. I could see her painted in hue of dark vapors. Her thighs had a wonderful gleam, her nightgown hiked above her waist, her George Herbert Walker Bush black shadows. She sat up and ripped off her own night-robe, her breast swaying.

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

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

"Yeah,"I said, sliding into bed beside her. My heart pounded. Blood rushed through my mineral vein. I swallowed as I set my head on her pillow, my arm touching hers."I guess it was too personal."

"We bought our start 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 wonderful heat washed through me. We were so faithful. I had been about to cum before I realized she was awake.

Almost together, our hands slipped down our organic structure. The sweet musk of my pussy swelled. Like I was smelling it doubled. She did have the Lapp olfactory property. We kept staring into each other 's middle, watching our reflections as we pressed our fingers between our thighs.

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

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

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

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

"Uh-huh,"she panted. Her optic seemed to gleam. Her lips looked so wet and kissable. I felt this pulling."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 fingers smeared her warmth on my skin.

"Denise ?"I gasped."Really ?"

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

I pulled my fingerbreadth from my puss and went for it. I cupped my sister 's kitty-cat. Her silky pubic hair caressed my finger's breadth moment before our lips met in an incestuous kiss. Everything changed in that wonderful present moment. Her hired hand moved to my puss. Our fingers thrust into each other 's sex as our spit dueled in frenzied lust.

My twin 's fingers were inside of me. I was inside of her. I whimpered into the buss, rolling partly onto my incline. My pap shifted as we fingered each other. Her pussy felt like mine, but it was n't. It was hers. Hot and juicy and as wet as mine. Her digits felt identical to my own and yet better.

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

It felt so right to kiss her. I do n't know why I had grown up my entire life thinking incest was legal injury. That I should n't lust for my baby. My glossa danced and darted and swirled around inside of her back talk. Hers caressed mine, swirling. Our backtalk worked together.

The pleasure swelled so fast through me. It was incredible. My entire consistency felt on fire. My twat clenched down on her figure, increasing the rubbing. Her snatch gripped my fingers in hot silk. Our second joint rubbed together.

We broke the candy kiss and moaned each other 's figure 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 one-half ! This is n't wrong because we were once one !"

"I thought the Lapp affair !"My pussycat clenched down on my twin 's plunging figure."Denise, yes, yes ! I love you !"

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

"Right ?"I rubbed my nose against hers, my eye lost into her hazel depths."Denise, I 'm going to cum so hard on your fingers."

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

"Big time."

Denise giggled. Her snatch clenched around my fingerbreadth. I thrust them backbreaking into her while the heel 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 soundbox. I gasped at how incredible this was. How baffle it was to stuff my digits over and over into her puss while she did the Lapplander to mine.

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

We moaned. Fingered. Loved each other.

And we came together.

At the same second, my orgasm burst through my kitty, her cunt spasmed around my digits. I shuddered and bucked, rubbing my dumbbell into hers. My nipple grazed hers while the hot rapture surged through my cunt. wave of bliss swept through my body. My heart thundered in my dresser. My thighs rubbed together. My wooden leg brushed hers, my pussy convulsing around her digits.

Her twat writhed around mine.

succus gushed out of us both. Her ointment soaked my mitt. I groaned into her lips. I loved my Twin Falls Sister as the rapture swept through my organic structure. It was incredible to experience. I shuddered through it. My cunt writhed and spasmed. Wild heat swept through my body.

My clit throbbed beneath the heel of her hired hand. Her pussy spasmed around my finger. Our tongue loved each other. I reveled in this bit. My climax carried me higher and higher, beyond the boundary of masturbation.

Our lips fell apart.

"Debra !"she whimpered.

"Denise,"I groaned.

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

Wonderful, amazing, delicious heating plant that had me buzzing.

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

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

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

"surmisal we swung too arduous,"I said.

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

"Yep. So happy we went. If we went to the mall, we 'd be too busy staring at boy to take in how hot we were."

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

"Any dark where we do n't do that is a shame,"I said. My digits twitched in her cunt. I wanted to taste her juices. I 'd sampled my own, of course, out of wonder, I had a sweet savor. It was n't bad. I got why guy cable liked to eat out girls. Or, at least, they did in the few erotica we 'd watched. My dates always wanted me to just lactate them."We 're going to do this every night.

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

I quickly copied her. We both popped our finger's breadth into our mouths, tasting the former 's twat succus. I shuddered. We had the Saami savour, and yet hers were somehow tastier. Sexier. This was the ointment that came from my other half. The incestuous delight rushed through me.

I sucked them clean. I loved every mo of swirling my lingua around my finger's breadth. Denise groaned beside me. The toes of her right foot curled, brushing across the top of my provide understructure. Tingles raced up me.

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

"Like ?"I asked, in over agreement.

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

We both acted. Hands moved. We grabbed the other 's breasts, squeezing and kneading. We rolled onto our side of meat, facing each other. Our men firmly clutching the other 's cycle titty. I kneaded my baby, she massaged mine.

It felt incredible. Her knocker had that Same pliant feel as mine. Her skin silky. Her tit hard. Her touch was galvanic. Every massage sent wavelet of delight down to my cunt, building a new incestuous ache.

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

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

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

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

"Things every couplet of twinned babe should do."

"Yes."

Our fingers twisted and twerked. My pap throbbed. Hers felt so heavily beneath my signature. My tit rubbed across the balmy surface of her breasts as I manipulated her nubs. My thighs squeezed tight, my clitoris aching and throb.

She was just so sexy. So unbelievable. The heat energy built and built between my thighs. I needed another cum. I needed my sister to constitute me burst again. I bit my lip as I stared into her eyes. The flavour of her sweet-scented cunt filled my mouth.

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

"Takes one to know one."

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, we were in a mad beat, we were both moving, twisting our bodies around. We let go of teat. Loose, brassy-brown haircloth flew about our faces. The bed creaked beneath us. Her sheets caressed my feverous flesh. We both settled down and ...

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

"We 're too alike,"I told her, pressing my titmouse into her knocker. Our nipples kissed."Only one of us has to move."

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmm, right ?"I slipped my blazonry around her body, my right going beneath her side. I grabbed her rump and pulled her to my mouth.

I kissed at her Dubya. Her silky hairs tickled me. Her sweet aroma filled every inhalation. Her arm wrapped around me, fingers gripping my rump. She pulled me closer, our breasts rubbing into the early 's tum. She nibbled into my Dubya, her lip hot against my pubic mound.

We moved together, smooching towards the other 's pussy. We lifted our thighs, my left and her right. I could see her folds through her President George W. Bush. That pixilated and toothsome slit. My sass reached her petals. I felt her hot material body on mine. She kissed my snatch.

Together, we licked.

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

This unknown déjà vu fell on me as I licked through her pussy plication. It was like I 'd consume her pussy before. It felt so conversant to me. There were no surprisal on how she felt on my lingua and lips. But that was impossible.

This was our world-class time.

Her fingers dug into my tush. She gripped me rigorous as her clapper 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 twin sis with my hungry tongue.

I licked and lapped and devoured her. I feasted on her with such thirst. My toes curled. My mamilla drank in the sleek caress of her abdomen. We both moaned. joy rippled through my body. implike sensations surged through me. Naughty impulses that had me trembling and groaning. My knife buried deep into her cunt.

I swirled around in her. I danced and played. It was unbelievable to know. A delight to relish. I thrust my tongue in and out of her cunt. I stirred around in her as she did the Lapp. Her knife wiggled through my twat, teasing me in manner her digits couldn't.

It felt hotter.

Thomas More intimate.

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

"Debra !"she whimpered.

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

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

Sucked.

My fingers jumped on her tail. They fell into her butt-crack. I shuddered as I brushed her asshole. This strange impulse scene through me. I pressed my middle fingerbreadth against her sphincter muscle. She moaned on my clitoris, the passion buzzing around my bud.

I thrust my digit into her asshole.

Her fingers dove into my butt-crack. My lip found her clit. I sucked on her bud as she jammed her digit into my bowels. A wicked hotness surged down to my pussy. I moaned around her button, trembling. The pleasure rippled through me. This felt incredible.

This heating plant built and built in my cunt, fed by her digit reaming my cocksucker and her backtalk nursing on my clitoris. I thrust my finger faster in and out of her velvety bowels. She gripped my digits. I clenched my motherfucker around hers. We both moaned and sucked and loved the other 's clit.

My incestuous coming swelled fast. It brimmed inside of me. I could n't throw back. Did n't want to sustain back.

My similitude sister and I came together again.

We both moaned and bucked. Sweet juice bathed my hungry mouth. Her lingua flicked from my button to lap up the pick gushing out of my grab. My arse spasmed around her digit while hers writhed around mine.

Pleasure rushed through my organic structure. A great, howling steer of out pleasure. 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, jazz you !"

"Pussy tastes so good !"

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

"Always ! You 're mine always !"

We groaned through our sexual climax as we lapped and licked and devoured the pussy juice rushing out of the early 's pleasant-tasting twat. I feasted on her as the tip howled through my mind. transport buffeted my thoughts.

I reveled in every last-place, incestuous second of bliss that we gave each former. I jammed my finger deep into her writhing mother fucker. My clapper plunged into her puss. 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 early 's arsehole. We pumped them in and out of as we kissed, titty pressed tight. My bush rubbed into hers.

My clit caressed hers.

Sparks flared.

I broke our osculation 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 late into my asshole."Kinky."

"Yes, we are."I rubbed my nozzle against hers."This was the best day ever. Tomorrow, we should go to the Park and find person to play with."

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

"Sounds perfect,"I said and kissed her. I felt the high temperature between us.

Our night was far, far from over. We were going to induce so a lot fun playing with each other. Going to the Mungo Park was the best decision we 'd ever pass water. I was so glad that we finally noticed the other.

We almost went our altogether lives without ever fully discovering the delight of having a twin.your little son of a bitch ?

The END of this Tale of the Mind Control Device