Naomi

"I can't hear you Naomi?"

I groaned as the tip of the bulbous strap on teased my sex.

"Please?" I said pathetically, looking up at the stunning girl poised over me. If I thought Katie was beautiful clothed, semi naked she was unbelievable. Forget a glimpse of her pert 34c's through a bedroom window. Seeing them hanging above my own tits was torture. Definitely bigger than her sisters, I thought, before any rational debate was driven from my feverish mind by another sly prod below.

"I'm waiting lover..." she smirked "You were the one who said you needed cock before I could have you...This cost £59 down at Anne Summers, and I'm gonna get my moneys worth out of it if it kills...you"

She added another roll of her hips, and I felt the plum sized head of the fake cock stretch me open. Another thrust, and I would be full of all too realistic black penis. I had no idea why she chose that style, but when I looked between our bodies and saw the obscene conjunction of artificial cock and my smooth, open cunt, I had a rough idea. It looked filthy, and the one thing I already knew about Katie was that she was terminally filthy. I was naked, spread on my back on her bed, with my legs over the bottom of the mattress, feet touching the floor. She was wearing a crimson basque, which was now pulled down past her impressive tits. Tits I had already squeezed and sucked, until the brown nipples were hard and glistening from my tongue.

She flexed again, as I daydreamed.

"Last chance, babes" she said in a deep growl. "This is how it goes...I fuck you...you come...then I get the chance to watch you demonstrate you've learned something from my masterful lessons. I should be charging for this sweetie. New borns usually have to practice with someone way less hot than me before I let their tongues inside me"

She grinned at her own joke and pushed all the way in, forcing an ecstatic groan from me as she filled me completely.

"Now" she breathed as she started to fuck me slowly "Tell me again how you're actually straight...and don't like muff even a little bit?"

"Please Katie...I need..." I whispered, "I need you to..."

"Fuck you?" Katie grinned "I thought thats what I was doing hun..."

"Oh God" I moaned as her hands gripped my thighs and pulled my legs up until they were gripping her waist, my heels resting on her perfect arse.

"No more talk Naoms" she hissed "Time for you to get properly fucked" She looked over her shoulder and indicated with her head sharply. Even though the deep thrusts inside me and the pressure of her body against my clit on the in stroke were driving me crazy already, I wrinkled my brow in puzzlement...what the fuck?

"Emily" she spat, still looking over her shoulder "If you don't get your lame, self denying arse over here...at the fucking business end of this..." She grunted as I raked her sides with my nails "You'll never know what it looks like to see an actual human being get screwed. As opposed to the lesbian porn you finger yourself off to when I'm out"

Even as Katie turned back and started to pump me harder, my brain was trying to process what she'd just said...Emily?

Just then, a figure appeared from behind Katie. A figure dressed in girl pajamas, the top open to show her pretty breasts. And her hand was inside the bottoms. I could see the movement of her fingers underneath. No prizes for guessing what she was doing.

"E...Emily?" I said dumbly... My words punctuated by gasps as Katie increased the pace, lowering her head to suck hard on my nipples.

She moved closer, her eyes fixed on the place where Katie was penetrating me so forcefully.

"Oh Naomi" she breathed, the pace of her own fingers increasing as she stood beside us "If you had only let it be me...I might have fallen in with you..."

I stifled a sob...who said anything about love?

Katie sneered at her sister as she carried on working on me determinedly.

"Cut the crap, Ems" she said " If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be here, waiting for your turn"

Your turn? WTF?

I wanted to tell her to stop. I wanted to tell Emily to turn away, not to humiliate me by watching me submit to her sister, but the relentless slow strokes inside me were a total distraction. Emily moved even closer, and moaned herself as she watched her sister driving into me.

"Jesus Katie" she gasped, hands still busy on her own body "she really likes this, doesn't she?"

No shit, Sherlock, I thought as Katie increased her pace and reached down to tweak one of my nipples hard. I'm not a fucking statue...

"Time to get involved, baby sister" Katie growled, and dragged the pajama jacket off her sisters shoulders. I took back my admiration for Katie's tits. Emily's were even prettier. Conical, tipped with very excited nipples, my mouth watered at the sight of them bared.

"Play with her tits" Katie gruffly instructed her younger sister. Emily unbuttoned her bottoms and dropped them to the floor, kicking them away. Now I could see her glistening excitement as well as hear it. Her small hand cupped my breast, and I could feel her tremble as she caressed me. I arched up as Katie thrust in and out quicker. For a few seconds, the only sound was the slap of flesh on flesh and breathless moans.

"She's gonna come soon" Emily said, her eyes black with lust.."Can I...?"

"Yeah" Katie grunted, "fucking do it already"

Emily slid her slim hand between Katie's flat stomach and mine, searching for, and quickly finding, my erect clit. I howled as she circled it rapidly. My hips came up to meet Katies increasingly uncoordinated thrusts and I felt the familiar tingle rush through my body.

"Oh shit" I groaned..."Coming..."

Emily shot a questioning look at Katie, which she returned with a nod and as I spasmed and thrashed, kissed her sister passionately with an open mouth. The sight of them moaning into each others mouths was way too much for my super-heated brain. I felt like Cook had invaded my personal fantasy locker with his exotic twin dreams.

I didn't think you could improve on an orgasm mid way...but apparently you can. Watching them kiss and moan huskily, I actually screamed out loud.

A light was blinding me suddenly, even as I writhed and gasped. I looked up at the ceiling...which was suddenly all wrong. It wasn't pink anymore...and the window had suddenly moved to the other side of the room. Post orgasmic shocks were still making me thrash and tremble...but it was my own fingers which were stroking my tender clit. I was tangled in my duvet, sweating and breathing hard.

A fucking dream...not just that, but a wet one too. Jesus, fuck, bollocks, I swore colourfully to myself. What's wrong with you Naomi...I stopped having lurid sex dreams when I left college. Is this the future? Getting myself off to twincest dreams now?

XXX

It took a ten minute hot shower and some vigorous scrubbing before I felt normal again. Well, relatively normal. I ached between my legs, and the drive to work in my tight suit was uncomfortable too. Fucking traffic...fucking imagination, were my constant verbal complaints on the way in. What was I, 15? Wanking over twin sisters I'd only met twice. In fact, wanking at all...I'd pretty much given up pleasing myself lately. Too many opportunities for my treacherous brain to start with the inappropriate imagery. Cold showers had replaced wet fingers in the Cook/Campbell household.

So I got to work in a foul mood. Not helped by seeing in the diary the appointment for 1pm at the Fitch house. Shit...I thought...the photos and floor plan. I knew I wouldn't be able to bail. Cook had a 1.30 at another property, and we'd rescheduled that one already. The only saving grace was that no one should be home. Mama Fitch had given me house keys last time I was there. Theoretically it should be in and out (Oh...and you like a bit of THAT...don't you Naomi, my conscience nagged. Fuck off, I answered it)

Cook came over to my desk at 12, carrying a big mug of coffee.

"There you go, dinky tits" he grinned cheekily "Maybe that will put a smile back on your face...not getting any lately?"

"Fuck off loser" I snapped automatically. "We're not all governed by our gonads"

He just laughed a bit louder.

"Touched a nerve there, Blondie" he chuckled. "Time for me to order some extra batteries in, babe?"

"Look...twat..." I spluttered "First...I don't have dinky tits...second, I'm not a babe...and third, stop calling me fucking blondie...we're not in college any more"

"Too fucking right" he muttered under his breath. "Back then I could get away with calling you anything I liked...and you'd still swallow"

"WHAT?" I yelled. "I never did that..."

His chuckles and heaving shoulders told me I'd bitten the bait yet again. I could count the times his dick had been anywhere my mouth on the fingers of one finger...but he knew any comment about my mouth and semen would make me gag.

"Ha fucking ha Cook" I said,..trying to hold on to whatever dignity I still had. "And it will never happen now, will it hun...best you get down to the fucking Fishponds Tavern tonight. Your uncle wears false teeth, doesn't he? Maybe he'll take them out and give you a treat"

I was quite proud of that one, disgusting as it was. Judging by the fact that Cook blew a mouthful of hot coffee down his tie, it didn't appeal to him much either.

XXX

Half an hour later, I pulled up outside the Fitch home. No sign of a car in the drive, but just in case, I pulled 10 metres further along. I rang the bell (I take it her ex husband was the genius who decided on 'Eye of the Tiger' as the bell tone) No answer, so after unlocking the Chubb mortice, I slid a brass key in the Yale, turned it and stepped inside.

The hall was clean and very tidy. No unruly shoes or umbrellas here. The parquet floor was polished and immaculate. A place for everything, and everything in its place, my grandmothers mantra repeated in my head. Not that my mother inherited even a tiny piece of grannies iron discipline. What with Jesus freaks, free love merchants and general scroungers, my upbringing had been as unconventional as its possible to be. Finding stray itinerants in my bed when I got home was pretty par for the course. It was only when I came in from college to find a long haired reprobate wanking in my kickers (and no, I wasn't wearing them at the time) that my mother allowed me a lock on my door. I think she realised that one unplanned 16 year old pregnancy in the Campbell family tree was enough. At least I got some peace after that. I let him keep the knickers...

I stood in the lounge and opened my pilot case. Taking out the old favourite Nikon D610 (called the Estate Agents favourite because of its wide angle lens) and my property file, I started to work. Floor plan first. Taking the 6 sided folder marked Fitch, I opened it at the first blank page after the property description. I started to sketch the room out roughly. It wasn't to scale, but with the wonders of computer software, my rough drawings would combine with the measurements I took last week to create a three colour two dimensional image of each floor. A few carefully lit photos...lounge, kitchen, utility room, garden and garage, and I was ready for the top floor.

I was always more careful upstairs. Too many occasions of interrupting...things, had made me cautious. I placed one of my business cards on the top of the bannister post, just where someone who came home unexpectedly would place their hand when coming upstairs. I also left my pilot case by the door. If I didn't hear someone coming in, at least they would know I was here.

After sketching and photographing the master bedroom, en-suite and family bathroom, I quickly did the box room. Obviously a boys room this, I thought. Football boots under the single bed and a tattered mens magazine sticking out from underneath the Bristol City FC quilt. I decided to just push it back with my shoe. Again, experience had taught me that adolescent boys sometimes leave magazines like that...sticky?

I knew I was putting the girls bedroom off till last, but I could still feel a twinge between my legs when I remembered this mornings dream. The pink ceiling...Katies determined face as she...well, you get the picture?

I did her room first. I only tidied a bit. Just removed a tiny thong from its place on the mirror, and avoided the Beckham poster in the corner as I framed my shot. David Beckham in artificially stuffed underpants is about as far from a turn on as I think its possible to get. Right, I thought, as I reviewed the images on the camera LCD...they'll do. Just Emily's room to go. A couple of garden shots to finish, and I could exit this place gracefully. I hoped.

No fucking chance, of course. I'd only got as far as sketching one wall and the window, when I heard the door open in the hall. Please let it be Jenna, I thought desperately...or James...I could stomach a pubescent boys perving. Just don't let it be one of the twins. My face, although suitably blank when dealing with angry clients, lets me down big time when it turns personal. My mothers admiration for my 'expressive' eyes is not shared by me. More than once, they have given me away, when I'm trying to play the poker card.

"Err...hello" I called out from the bedroom door. Please let it be Jenna...

I heard soft footsteps as bare feet came up the thick stair carpet.

"Oh..." The owner of those feet said, when she'd got to the top of the stairs "It's you...?"

"Hi Emily" I said, hoping to Christ my voice sounded less wobbly than it felt

She blinked a couple of times and regarded me with those fucking Bambi eyes. They should be illegal, I thought, or at least made class B controlled, like cannabis or amphetamine. I felt like I had killed a puppy and handed it back to its owner.

"Is Katie here?" she said in that husky voice which belonged to a 1920's movie vamp, not this demure and innocent looking girl.

"No..." I said, wondering why mine had suddenly dropped an octave too. "Are you expecting her?"

If I'd prayed for my visitor to be Jenna, the plea I sent heavenwards for Katie Fitch not to be on her way was immeasurably more fervent. I was having a really hard time not checking out her prettier sister...if they hit me in tandem, I would be toast. Enough of this mornings lurid romp still existed in my imagination to make my palms sweat and my tongue keep wetting my lips. A habit I stopped immediately, when I saw that Emily was finding it fascinating. I started to bite my bottom lip, but her eyes got even wider, and I stopped that too.

Too fucking late, of course. I could already see where this was heading. Fuck, was it even possible for me to remain fully clothed in the presence of a Fitch twin?

"Can you finish up in there?" she indicated the room behind me "With me in it...I need to change?"

"No...that's fine"I squeaked. Great, now she thinks I'm high on Helium...

"Can I get past? " she smiled shyly and I moved out of her way awkwardly.

I followed her into the room and she turned to look at me with sad eyes.

"Its OK..."she said " I won't bite?...That's more Katies thing"

I looked round the room nervously as she opened drawers and wardrobes, presumably searching for something suitable to wear. She started to talk as she laid out underwear and a short skirt on the bed. Fuck me, I thought, I'm in a room, alone, with Emily Fitch...and she's laying out underwear...Why didn't I just excuse myself and wait outside? (Because you want to get into those knickers Naomi...my inner voice jeered..preferably with her still inside them) It might have been true, but I was having a hard time persuading myself it wasn't.

I laughed stupidly at her 'joke'...especially as I had no doubt at all that Katie did do biting..

"Thats fine Emily...I just have to take a couple more measurements and a photo or two.

She smirked cutely, and held up a tiny powder blue thong and bra she had picked up from the bed.

"I'm a 32b...you don't have to measure...but I'm OK with the photographs...how do you want me?"

Jesus, she's flirting like crazy with me, I thought. How do I get out of this?

She was watching my face, and I knew full well that she could probably read my emotions like an instruction book.

"Look Emily..." I started to bluster, but she closed the space between us as I drew breath, and suddenly she was there...right up against me.

"I'm not my sister, you know Naomi" she breathed, and I could smell mint on her sweet breath. "I'm not big on toilet seductions. But I do fancy you...the thing is...would you rather go for the sledgehammer approach...or do you prefer introductions first?"

God...her lips were full and red...I have never wanted to kiss another human being more in my life..

"I...I..." I stuttered. I knew what I wanted to say, but the words wouldn't form. She waited patiently until I took a deep breath and finally spoke.

"I think subtle is just right Emily" I said, liking how her name sounded in my mouth.

"My mums about ten minutes behind me...so can I just ask you for one thing? she breathed gently, and rested her hands on my hips. I felt like I had been plugged into the national grid.

"Anything" I murmured pathetically, hoping against hope she was going to ask for a kiss.

"Just give me a..." she started, but just for once I was determined to initiate something in this house. Just once...

I took her small face in my hands and pressed my lips to hers. The sigh that followed came from both of us. God Almighty, if what I'd been doing for the past ten years was called kissing, what the fuck was this? Her lips were as soft and yielding as they looked, and they parted as I pressed harder. She wasn't demanding and direct like Katie...this kiss I could have spent a year enjoying. I found that somehow we had wrapped our arms round each other. I still wanted her...wanted to take her clothes off and run my hands over every inch of her. But this was different. I felt like I was almost melting into her...

It only lasted a minute or so...but it was a kiss which was to change my life forever. When we finally broke off, we stared at each other like two castaways who had found each other after years of solitude.

"Wow..." I said, touching my lips as if they had been burned. She was doing the same thing.

Just then, the front door opened again and I heard Jenna Fitch stumble in.

"Jesus" she yelled "whose bloody case is this?"

Emily and I looked at each other for a long moment, before she turned and yelled out of the open door.

"Its Naomi...our Estate Agent, mum...she's just...inspecting my room. Down in a sec"

I smiled at Emily's expression.

"I don't think thats how I would describe it..." I grinned "Give me your number?"

Emily grabbed my phone when I held it out and punched in her number quickly, turning away slightly so I couldn't see.

I looked at it numbly after she left me to go downstairs... In the contact section she was listed as 'potential girlfriend Emily'

She's kidding right? I thought...