The English Twins Progeny - Incest/Taboo
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The soft breeze blew in from the warm rolling swells of the Indian Ocean, rising up the beach and cooling the hot bodies of the twins as they lay on their sun lounges on the balcony of the beach side cottage they were sharing. It had been Lizzie's idea to hire one of the beachside cottages on the shores of one of the small islands in the Maldives archipelago. The cottages were more than far enough apart to give the twin's the feeling of the privacy she thought they both needed, yet still having the amenities of the resort a short drive away.
To Lizzie, the news that she and her almost exact twin Peter, were the result of an incestuous coupling of their parents, had been an almost unbearable shock. True, she had often wondered about how close in looks, stature and disposition they had been to their Mother and now more importantly, to their Uncle Richard. At the time, she had put it down to a strong gene pool and had convinced herself that the appearance of the man she had thought was their Father, was indeed, not that dissimilar to that of her Uncle Richard. Thinking back, Lizzie recalled the strange feeling she used to get that her Mother was always at a distance from her Father, a lacking of closeness, almost intangible. Now all was clear, her Mother had always shown more affection for Uncle Richard, displayed a closeness that wasn't apparent between what she had thought were her parents.
The earth shattering admissions of her Mother's incestuous relationship with her Uncle still caused an up-welling of disgust in her. How could they have had sex with each other? Surely, no matter what the circumstances or the amount of Drugs; nothing could drive a woman into the arms and bed of her Brother? Not only had she done that, but she had got herself pregnant by him and produced both herself and her Brother Peter. God knows, she had tried and tried to understand how it could happen, even as far as putting herself in her Mother's place. She had studied her sibling many times and tried to analyse what she felt for him. There was not the slightest doubt that she loved him dearly and passionately, but it was the passion of two people who had been in the womb together, grew up fighting each other and fighting for each other. They were incredibly close, always had been. Had shared each others successes as well as failures but they had never ever shown any sexual feelings for each other.
Lizzie had lain awake many nights, and in trying to understand her Mother, asked herself if she could she ever bring herself to have sex with Peter, had tried desperately to generate such feelings, all to no avail. It was not as though her sibling was not very attractive. To the contrary, he was very handsome, had a well toned athletic body and had a wonderful personality. He had women eating out of his hands in seconds and she felt sure, more than a few eating something else belonging to him. She never doubted that he also loved and cared for her with a closeness only experienced by exact twins, despite their difference in gender. Her own love for him was a deep fraternal love, void of anything remotely sexual and she could not envisage a time or circumstances where any such feeling could arise.
Peter took the shocking revelation pretty much in his stride. True, the idea that his Mother and Uncle were his true parents was disconcerting but nevertheless, it didn't really change how he felt about his Mother or Sister or for that matter, Richard. He had always viewed him as a mentor and man to be admired for his qualities and athleticism whereas he had always seen his Father as a weak character.
He took the view that although shocking, he could understand how his parents had come to do what they had in the circumstances in which it had happened. Although the act of incest was unlawful, and against all the mores of the world, both of his parents were attractive and he knew enough about drink and recreational drugs to understand what an effective combination they made. He knew in his own mind that despite being the result of an incestuous relationship, both his physical and mental health were second to none and the same went for his sister, Lizzie. Given the choice, Peter felt that he would have preferred his Uncle to be his Father anyway and knew the truth could never diminish the love he felt for his Mother.
Peter had always had an open view on life. He accepted his popularity easily, knew he was attractive to the opposite sex and certainly was not short of admirers, both male and female. He had all of the female sexual encounters he desired and still found time to relax with his friends, be it on the golf course or the bar. It was during one of the latter periods he remembered when his friend, Tom had allowed the drink to go to his head and began to sing the praises of Peter's sister. Not only had he described her heavenly body, he began to describe what he would like to do to it. Peter gave him a good natured cuff round the ear and reminded him that he was talking about his own sister. He knew that Tom was as successful with the ladies as he was and wondered what it was about his sister that turned Tom into such a horny beast. Peter had forgotten the conversation completely but was reminded of it one day when he had been at home by the pool with both his Mother and sister. It suddenly struck him that they themselves could have been twins. Both had great bodies, though his mother's was kind of softer and from experience, he knew there was not much support in the cups of their bikini's so clearly, both sets of breasts must be pretty firm. His sister was lithe and walked like a cat, fully aware of her own body and not at all ashamed to flaunt it in the right circumstances. She was extremely pretty with almost too perfect teeth and a wonderful infectious musical laugh. Yes, he decided, he could now see in his sister what Tom saw. There was no doubt that in any other circumstances, he would be the first in the queue beating a way to her door, but these were not other circumstances, she was his sister and that's the way he viewed her.
He knew that the news had been taken very badly by Lizzie and in offering her comfort, had tried to get her to see that in the great scheme of things, nothing had changed. After all, they were both fit and healthy, had a loving mother and now, a loving Uncle for a father. There was no need for anyone to know that they came from an incestuous relationship, all people did know was that the twin's real father was not Peter.
Try as she might, Lizzie could not understand how or why her real parents had done what they had. God knows she had tried to come to terms with it, tried to imagine herself and her own brother in the same circumstances, but knew that they could never have ended up having a sexual relationship. Nevertheless, she needed Peter now, needed his sibling comfort and when her Mother had suggested the Gap year, she leapt at it, it meant that she and her brother would have the time to get their heads together and come up with an approach that would help them adapt to their 'new' parental situation.
The twins had done most of Europe, and had become weary of the ever changing cities and landscapes. Lizzie felt she was just running away from the situation and was forever breaking down in fits of weeping, almost inconsolable even with her brother's constant attention. It was her idea to get away from the world, find an isolated spot where nothing could intrude on them whilst they worked their way through what she thought was their mutual trauma. Peter was happy to go along with the idea, though not affected by the news in the way his sibling was the idea of several weeks in a sunny paradise appealed to him. He had not been short of female company during his travels but thought the time had come for them to get together and sort it out once and for all for Lizzie's sake.
It was pretty much soon after arriving on the Island that Peter realised it was actually designed for 'Honeymoon' couples with all of the cottages having large double beds. He didn't see it as too big a deal, the only drawback being that he clearly would not be able to bring any females back to the cottage and he had seen a number of 'Dusky' native girls who were clearly interested in the tall blonde man.
Lizzie felt the light breeze caressing her body, cooling the beads of sweat covering her skin and stimulating a small surge of blood to her nipples causing them to swell and become turgid. Although both the twins were comfortable with her being topless, Lizzie did not think that Peter would be comfortable with her showing signs of arousal, as slight as they may be. At the same time, she realised that as small as it was, this was the first occasion since they had received the news that her body had shown any signs of excitement. Confused, she turned her head to look at her brother lying alongside her on his sun bed, had he noticed the slight signs of her arousal?
Peter appeared to be sleeping, she saw the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest which itself glistened with beads of sweat which formed little rivulets tracing tracks down across his body. His face was in serene repose, his long blonde eyelashes shone in the sun and his full lips looked so soft and pink. She now saw the light golden colour of his skin which shone with health, his muscles though clearly defined were relaxed and his stomach almost flat but for the ridges of his six-pack. She saw how his thighs were thick and powerful his legs tapering to his smooth calves and broad feet. She had always thought him a very handsome and attractive man, but he now lay there like some bronzed Greek Adonis.
Lizzie felt a soft warm wave of arousal wash through her stomach and loins, felt a tingling of anticipation in her pussy and a dryness in her mouth. She knew the feeling; her body was preparing itself for the act of lovemaking, for being invaded by the sun kissed man at her side.
What? Lizzie shook her head as she realised just what was going through her mind. For Christ's sake! She was actually thinking about making love to her Brother. A feeling of disgust rose in her breast but it could not dispel the warm waves of arousal in her loins. Forcing herself to rise from the sun bed, she stood on weak knees and was about to move when Peter reached out and took her calf in his hand.
Giving her a gentle squeeze, he said, "Be a darling and get me a fresh drink will you?"
The touch of his hand sent electric shocks through the whole of her body, the gentle waves at her loins now more insistent.
"Yes, yes of course" she replied, and lurched towards the cottage.
Entering the cottage, Lizzie leaned up against the fridge, cooling her fevered brow against the cold metal of the door. Despite the growing fire in her loins, she could feel the nausea rising in her throat. How could she feel like this, her own brother? Is this how her Mother had felt? Is this why she had thrown herself into the arms of her Brother to complete the incestuous conception? A soft groan left her lips as she fought for control of her body. She would not let this feeling overtake her; she would stand where her Mother had fallen. It was the sun, of course it was. The heat had made her light headed, she was not thinking straight, had turned a perfectly normal wave of arousal due to abstinence take over her mind and suggest this awful thing. God, what would Peter have thought if she had made a move on him? The consequences did not bear thinking about. And yet, if her Mother had given in to the same urge she had felt, so had her Father, Uncle Richard. Did that mean that Peter would do the same? Would they both have ended up making frantic love on the sun lounger?
Lizzie forced the thought from her head and distracted herself by preparing two very large ice cold Rum and cokes, holding both glasses to her forehead before returning to the sun loungers and handing Richard his drink. Sitting on her own bed with her feet between both lounges she took a long pull at the cold liquid, feeling it course down her throat in a cooling river. Raising her eyes, Lizzie looked at her sibling and that's exactly what she saw, her Brother. Not some Greek mythological God, just Richard. Smiling to herself, she realised she had conquered the incestuous thoughts she had had. She knew now that nothing would ever happen, after all, she had control, unlike her Mother.
"Thanks for the drink, its lovely" said Peter as he reached out and patted his sister on her knee.
But it wasn't his cold hand that made Lizzie gasp, but the large fiery explosion of wanting in the pit of her stomach when she glanced at him and saw what was clearly his arousal distending his swimming trunks.
Peter felt the hot sun beating down on him, could feel the beads of sweat grouping and forming rivulets as they ran down his skin. His mind drifted aimlessly through the circumstances that had brought both him and his sister to this island paradise. He had already mentally adjusted himself to the fact that they were the fruit of an incestuous relationship, but did still wonder how despite the drugs, his parents could have ended up engaged in full on unprotected sex. He like his sister had engaged in the odd bout of recreational drug taking, and several times they had done it together. He accepted that the drugs did raise his libido, but he had never been aroused by his sister, as beautiful as she was. He had never considered her as a sexual being nor for that matter had he been aware of any similar feelings on her part.
Peter rolled his head to the side to drain the accumulated sweat from his eye sockets and slowly glanced at his sister through partially open eyes. He could see that she too had her head turned to the side and was clearly studying someone intently. He was about to ask her for her thoughts but was instead distracted by what appeared to be signs of arousal in his sibling. He had seen his sister topless numerous times during this break and to be frank, most of every day. He had dispassionately told himself that she did have a wonderful pair of breasts, probably a very firm 36C if he was any judge but had never seen any sign of arousal in them until now. He would have had to have been blind not to notice her swollen nipples as engorged as they were, and it certainly wasn't the cold that was causing it.
Allowing his eyes to slide down her body he could see almost imperceptible convulsions at the top of her thighs and contractions of her stomach. Idly, he wondered if one of the hotel boys was around on the beach and was triggering his sister's reaction. With a start, Peter remembered that the staff members were not allowed near the cottages outside of servicing hours. He also realised that their nearest neighbours were too far away for anyone of them to cause it. Jesus! It couldn't be. Peter allowed his eyes to drift up Lizzie's body to take in her face. There, he was right. The target of his sister's intent scrutiny was himself. His sister was studying his body and becoming aroused.
Though not shocked, Peter was certainly mentally surprised; after all he was her brother so how could she feel aroused by him? He was certainly used to being sexually appraised by women, but not when this one of them was his sister. He was even more surprised therefore when he realised that he himself was also slowly becoming aroused by the idea.
He was startled when his sister suddenly stood up and he unconsciously reached for her leg, holding her calf gently as he requested her to get him a drink. As she left, he lay back and considered what he had seen. Looking around, he confirmed that there was no one else in the area and that it followed therefore that he must indeed have been the object of his sister's attention. He had seen his sister many times in bikinis and what he could only describe as 'daring' clothing, she certainly didn't buy her clothing for quantity of its coverage. Nevertheless, he had never looked at her as a sexual object, but he most certainly was now. He had had many women with equally as good bodies as well as looks, even with the same intellect as his sibling, so found it hard to understand why he should now be feeling aroused by the sight of his own sister's arousal. That arousal could not be denied as the contents of his trunks grew larger, causing him to reach down to move the offending object to a more comfortable position.
Acknowledging his arousal, he began to wonder where it was going to take him. Was he going to make a play for his own sister? Was the family's incestuous past about to be revisited? He had never doubted his ability to seduce women, it came naturally to him. However, he was now thinking of his own sister and undoubtedly she would be a completely different proposition. He knew that despite her own obvious arousal, she had made her stance clear. She could not and would not understand why their parents did what they did, had even expressed deep disgust at the very thought of it. No easy task then. It was with some surprise that Richard realised he was actually weighing up the pros and cons of seducing his own sister. It would certainly be a tough challenge, but what an exciting chase, actually breaking down her objections to not only having sex with him, but incestuous sex at that. The very thought sent even more blood to his already engorged penis which throbbed below the cover of his trunks.
His thoughts were disturbed by the return of his sister who handed him his drink as she sat between them. Taking a swallow of the ice cold liquid he looked to his sister and saw that any signs of arousal had clearly disappeared. Her nipples were relaxed soft mounds in the centre of each areola showing none of their former engorged state, and she seemed perfectly at ease with herself and the world. Reaching out, Richard patted Lizzie on the knee and thanked her for the drink and as he did so, he heard her sharp intake of breath, a sound which he had heard before on many occasions, the sound of a woman's arousal when touched in certain places. So, the game was on...
"I need a swim" said Lizzie turning and running to the sea, cleaving a path through the waves in a plunging dive.
The water was cool on her body and her nipples quickly filled with blood and stood proudly from her breasts, though it did little for the fire in her loins. She had to finish her arousal in the only manner available at the time and desperately thought of the young men she had bedded in a desperate attempt to close off the images of her own brother. Her hand slid beneath the waist of her bikini bottoms as her middle finger sought and found her clitoris, slowly rubbing the nub, building the fire now raging in her loins. Her other hand found the nipple of her left breast, gently rubbing and pinching it sending small shock waves throughout her body. Despite the water, her pussy was slippery with her own secretions; her fingers found her entrance and worked at her secret spot whilst her thumb continued the assault on her clitoris.
Lizzie cried out in frustration when she was unable to rid herself of the image of Peter's bronzed body and tumescent penis hidden in his trunks. Unable to rid herself of his image, she gave herself over to it, imagined his lips on her breasts, his hands gently caressing her body and the hot probing feel of his penis sliding inside her wet passage. Within seconds, her body exploded with a gut wrenching orgasm causing her to cry out her release to the world as she continue to work her fingers inside herself.
Slowly the descending waves of passion were replaced with a feeling of guilt and disgust. How could she have pictured herself with her own brother? Was she little better than her own mother who had bedded her brother? Having checked herself to ensure she showed no further signs of arousal, she left the water and returned to the sun beds.
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"Are you ok, I heard you cry out?" Peter said.
"Yes" she replied, "I stood on a sharp pebble or something. I think I will go for a nap, the sun really is quite tiring" and studiously avoiding looking at her sibling's groin she made her way into the cottage.
Peter smiled to himself; he knew that his sister had not stood on anything, that her cry had been one of released passion, which meant she had been playing with herself whilst hidden by the rolling waves of the ocean. Never one to reject a good idea, he stood and walked to the sea, letting the waves creep up his body cooling the blood coursing through his veins. Reaching down, he pushed the waistband of his trunks down onto his thighs and took hold of the rigid pole between his legs. Gripping it lightly he began to slowly stroke its length whilst he brought up images of his sister's swollen nipples, hard nubs to be licked and nibbled. He imagined his hand to be hers; pulling him whilst he caressed her body feeling it crushed to his own. Felt himself thrusting inside her welcoming wet passage, pounding her with his maleness and flooding her with his seed. Within moments he felt the gates open and he pumped his seed into the waiting ocean, watched it rise to the surface in long white threads to be taken away to who knows where. Peter now knew that he had to have his sister, whatever the consequences
Lizzie had hardly slept at all, her mind had been filled with visions of herself and her brother locked in an all consuming sexual embrace, bodies thrusting against each other, his swollen Penis driving into her deepest depths. No matter how much she tried to wipe the vision from her mind, but it would not go. Lizzie's own body was being overwhelmed by the vision, responding to the mental image. Her breasts ached, their nipples engorged and stiff, whilst her pussy was on fire and her juices ran freely.
Struggling to her feet, she walked to the shower and threw herself under the hissing waterfall, her face turned to the sky whilst the icy jets cooled her ardour. She knew she would not give in to her desires, knew that they were not real desires but simply pictures in her mind. Not only was she certain she would not give in to it, she had thought of an idea of how to prove it to herself.
That evening over dinner, Lizzie drank rather more than usual in an attempt to bolster her Dutch courage. She had noticed that Peter had also seriously attacked the large pitcher of Rum cocktail and could see that he was looking seriously relaxed. The conversation had up to this point been somewhat banal, drifting between past memories and what each intended to do with their futures. Lizzie knew she had to make her move now, had to prove to herself that she had total control over her body.
Looking at Peter she said, "Can I ask you a sensitive question?"
Peter shrugged, "of course you can, despite the drink, I still have my senses" he chuckled.
Lizzie paused for a moment then said, "We do have the same genes as our parents yes?"
Peter nodded and said, "We better have."
"Then" said Lizzie, "Do you think we could be affected by those genes in the same way?"
Richard looked somewhat confused, saying, "I don't understand, affected in what way exactly?"
Lizzie took a long pull at her drink, paused and said, "I mean...do you think there are circumstances where we could end up doing the same thing as Mum and Dad? I didn't want to ask you, but I'm terrified that it may happen."
Peter raised his glass to his mouth, hiding the knowing smile that creased his face. Looking at Lizzie over the rim of his glass he answered, "Why are you asking me? What they did was consensual, are you saying you are frightened that you would want us to make love?"
Lizzie blanched. "Of course not!" she said. "You know my views on what our parents did; I would never consent to such a thing."
"Then why are you worried it might happen? You have answered your own question." He replied.
Lizzie took another long pull at her drink. "But what if you tried to make advances towards me; I don't know how I would deal with it. Of course I would not want it to happen, but how would I stop you, knowing it wasn't your fault but that of your genes?"
"Look," said Peter. Have you at any time in your life looked at me as anything but your twin Brother? Have you ever looked at me in a sexual way? Have you ever considered making love with me?"
"Absolutely not!" cried Lizzie, trying to hide the deep blush suffusing her face and suppressing her thoughts of him earlier in the day. "That would be disgusting." Raising the glass to her face to hide her confusion she said, "Have... Have you ever looked at me that way?"
Peter laughed, "Of course I have. You can't grow up next to a beautiful girl with your hormones raging and not think about her in that way. And before you ask, yes, I have even used you as a masturbatory tool in my youth. But eventually, we all grow up and find others to turn to for sexual relief."
"When was the last time? The last time you thought about me that way" said Lizzie.
Richard leaned forward and looking into her eyes he said, "This afternoon, on the beach." Leaning back he continued, "But don't panic, it was a passing thought. The sun, the drink and a half undressed female. I promise you, I am not about to make a move on you." Pausing, he took another drink and said, "Tell me the truth, did you really stand on a sharp stone on the beach or were you doing what I think you were doing, and if you were, who were you thinking about?"
Once more Lizzie's face was suffused with blood and turning from his gaze stuttered, "I don't wish to talk about that."
Peter smiled inwardly, he now knew he was right, his sister had been masturbating and he had been the focus of her attention. "Well," he said. I have assured you that I am not about to jump your bones, so that should at least put your mind to rest on that matter."
"But I need to be certain," she said. "I need to know that I can stop you if you do make advances, even in drink."
"Well what do you suggest we do to prove you could do just that?"
"Well," she replied. "I thought you could try to make some advances and I will exercise my self control and prevent you doing exactly that."
"Let me get this right," said Peter. "You want us to go back to the beach hut and start to make out with each other and at some particular point; you are going to put a stop to it?"
"Yes," said Lizzie. "That's almost exactly what I think we should do. It will put my mind to rest and we will say no more about it."
"And what if you don't want to stop me, what happens then? What if God forbid, you can't stop me? Have you thought about that" he said.
"Of course I will stop you. That will never happen between us, of that I have no doubt. I just want some confirmation that's all."
Peter's hormones started to show themselves, he felt his penis become tumescent and that special feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was reacting to the fact that he knew that there was no way his Sister was going to stop him taking her body. He just needed to come up with something that would enable him to lay the responsibility at her feet and not his own. Taking her hand he said, 'Lizzie, have you thought how we are going to start this? I can't just coldly walk down to the hut and start making out with you. A) You are my sister and B) I know that you are going to stop me somewhere along the line. In order to make out with you, I need some sort of stimulus to get over the family hurdle."
"Drink!" Lizzie said. "Order another cocktail pitcher and we will drink until we both feel comfortable with what we are going to do. Of course, we will not drink enough that I will lose control of my faculty's."
Peter grinned to himself and signalled the waiter, ordering another pitcher of cocktails.
After several more drinks, Peter could clearly see that his sister was showing the effects of the alcohol and was starting to slightly slur her words. He knew that it was important that they left now. Anymore drink and she could accuse him of taking advantage of her whilst she was drunk. "Shall we send the staff away?" He said. "I have to make sure that I can control my libido don't forget."
"Don't worry," she replied. "I will not lessh you get out of control; I can handle mysshelf and you."
Peter smiled, knowing that his Sister was already showing the signs in her speech. He felt confident that he was going to have his sister's body before the night was out.
Within moments, the staff had cleared the evening meal away and reset the table. They left shortly thereafter with a handsome tip from Peter.Taking his Sister's hand, he led her to the large bed and sitting on end, placed her beside him. "Just how are we going to start this making out?" He whispered. "It's not easy to make a move on your own sister.
Lizzie turned to him and placing her arms around his neck pulled him to her. Her lips found his and she was surprised at their warm softness. Gently her lips moved against his, sliding against the soft flesh but Peter remained unmoved. Pulling away and looking at him she said, "Peter, I need some help here. We are supposed to be making out."
Peter reached for her, his arms going around her waist and pulling her to him. His head lowered to hers and their lips met once more. Slowly, Peter opened his lips drawing in the lower lip of his sibling and sucking it into his mouth. His sister gave out a gentle sigh and he felt her arms pulling him tighter. Their lips continued their gentle battle, each drawing in the lips of the other, tasting the essence of their sibling. Their bodies slowly started to move against the others, not yet a lovers embrace, but closing. Peter almost started when he felt the tip of his sister's tongue licking along his teeth as though seeking entrance to the warm slippery entrance of his mouth. Slowly parting his mouth, he allowed the tip of his own tongue to meet hers before circling it with his own and then sliding it fully into her mouth curling his own around her tongue. Time seemed to stand still for a second before he felt her take up the challenge as her tongue found his mouth and began to do battle with his own.
Peter heard his sister emit a low moan as her arms pulled him tighter to her. Despite their awkward position sitting beside each other, he could now feel the distinct pressure of her right breast crushed against his chest. His sister's tongue now lashed his own, deeply probing and licking his mouth as his own tongue invaded hers. He did not remember their bodies falling to the bed, yet realised that they were now facing each other on the bed and were wrapped in each others arms. His sister groans were louder interlaced with small whimpering's and her body moved sinuously against his own. He guessed that his sister was not wearing a bra as he could now feel the hard nubs of her nipples through his thin shirt being crushed against his own chest as his sister writhed against him.
Slowly, Peter allowed his hand to stray to the bottom of the thin blouse his sister wore, letting his hand slide underneath and across the bare flesh of her back. Her skin was like warm silk, her tight muscles moving beneath his palms as she crushed his body to her own. Gently his hand stroked up her back, feeling her body move more urgently against his own. His hand slid to her side and he felt his thumb graze the side of her breast as it was squashed between their squirming bodies.
Pulling her lips away from her sibling Lizzie cried, "No wait!" her eyes looked into his and he could see what he thought was a look of determination on his sister's face; she even appeared to be counting. "I need to know," she gasped. "I need to know I can stop you."
"Is that it then?" Peter asked.
"No." she replied, "We need to do it again to be sure." She then pulled him to her, locking her lips on his as her tongue began its search for his own.
Lizzie knew that her brother was having difficulty moving things along, although it felt incredibly good to feel him nibbling at her lips, she also knew that she would have to change up a gear. Slowly opening her mouth, she gently eased her tongue out to meet her sibling's, pressing against his teeth to gain access. She was rewarded as she felt him open his mouth and then shook, as she felt his tongue invade her mouth immediately before her own gave battle. Her insides trembled as their tongues fought, lips crushed to each others and she could not help the deep groan that left her as she felt his tongue curling around her own. A heat had started in her loins and she could feel herself getting damp with excitement. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples hardened with suffused blood.
She couldn't remember how they came to be lying on the bed but revelled in the ability to pull him to her, feeling her breasts crushed to his chest as their mouths continued to meet in a passionate kiss, their tongues deep in each others mouths curling and squirming against each other. She knew she was whimpering and groaning against him, almost losing herself.
Her body trembled as she felt his hand slide beneath her blouse and begin to stroke her back. Its heat only helped to fuel the heat she was already feeling in her own loins and the aching in her breasts. His hand caressed every inch of her back as she moved beneath it, stroking and sliding over her hot flesh. His hand brushed her right breast, "Yes!" That's what she wanted, to feel him take her breasts into his hands and mouth to bring her release.
Suddenly, her brain screamed No! Stop! and she leaned away and broke their embrace. She had to stop it, show that she had her emotions under control. Count, she told herself, Count.
Slowly her heaving chest settled and a feeling of elation overtook her as she realised her conviction was right, she did have control. But just as suddenly, feelings of doubt entered her mind. What if this is a fluke and maybe on another occasion she would not be able to stop it? Maybe she should let him go further just to be sure she did have full control?
Her train of thought was interrupted as she heard Peter ask if they were finished and knew immediately that they had to make out again, just one more time. Pulling him to her, she gasped, "One more time," before locking his lips to her own and allowing her tongue to invade his soft warm mouth.
Peter felt his sibling hug him to her with even more passion than before, her body writhing against him, gasping and moaning as their tongues wrestled. He could feel her heat as she pressed against him and his own body flushed as he felt the blood rush to swell his member which was now crushed between them.
His hand once more reached beneath his sister's blouse and quickly sought the same 'accidental' brushing of her left breast. This time she showed a completely different reaction, letting out a long moan as she pulled slightly away allowing his hand to find the whole of her breast. His hand cupped the hot globe, feeling the soft skin on his palm as his thumb rubbed over the hard engorged nipple, eliciting a gasp from his sibling before she ferociously attacked his mouth once again. He could not believe how wonderful her breast felt, soft, but firm, the skin silky smooth to his touch. The weight perfect in his hand, moving gently as he caressed its surface as his thumb abraded the stiff nub of her nipple. He had to have more, he had to taste this swollen fruit offered so freely by his sister.
He heard his twin give a groan of obvious disappointment as his hand left her breast and moved to the top button of her blouse. Gently wrestling with each button he freed her from its constraint and reaching down to the hem he slowly slid it up her body. Lizzie involuntarily raised her arms, allowing her sibling to slip the blouse from her, leaving it fall to the floor.
Peter's hand once more found the rising mound of her breast topped with its dark hard nipple. Taking it into his palm he was rewarded with a loud whimper from his sister as he rolled the engorged nub between his thumb and forefinger. It seemed to swell even more before his very eyes and it was no effort to break their deep kiss as he moved his mouth to his target, his tongue leaving a hot wet trail as he licked and kissed his way down her neck to his prize.
His sister's moans were louder now and he thought he felt her push her breast to him urging him to continue his oral ministrations. He paused as he looked at his prize, his hand surrounding the soft flesh and the dark nipple calling him on. Slowly he lowered his mouth to kiss the hard nub before drawing it between his tightened lips and rolling it between them. As he opened his mouth and took the nipple between his teeth, he was rewarded with a keening wail as he dragged his teeth across it, gently biting the hard swollen intruder. He felt his sister's hands at his head, pulling him to her breast as though wanting to feed him the whole of it. Complying with her silent demand, he opened his mouth and drew into it as much of the soft yielding flesh as he was able. Her cry rent the air as he began to suckle at her breast whilst kneading the warm flesh between his fingers.
Peter could feel his sisters face pressed into his neck, heard her whimpering gasps for breath and felt her hands scrabbling for the buttons on his shirt pulling and tugging at it. He heard her cry of frustration as she gripped the shirt and tore it down its length, dragging it over his head and throwing it to the floor before once more grabbing his head bringing it back to her breast to feed on her needy, demanding flesh.
Peter reached for her other breast and moulded the flesh as he rolled the stiffened nipple between his fingers, slightly pinching it and eliciting a deep groan from his sister. As he caressed and suckled at each breast, they seemed to him to be growing in size, the nipples more extended and sensitive to his touch. His sister's breath became laboured and her hands clutched at his back, her nails digging into his own flesh. He rolled Lizzie onto her back and placed his left arm behind her neck and cupping her left breast in his hand as drew as much of the heavy flesh of her right breast into his mouth. His right hand stroked and caressed her stomach, sliding easily over her sweat soaked skin, feeling her body slightly rise to push against his palm as his fingers found the waistband of the Sarong she wore.
Within seconds, his nimble fingers had released the securing knot and the sarong fell from her waist revealing the incredibly small black thong that formed the only obstacle to the entrance to her core. Slowly his fingers danced their way down her right thigh, gently stroking the hot inner flesh and leaving a tingling trail behind as his hand travelled back up her thigh and moved across her pubic mound, resting there for only a second before sliding down the inside of her left thigh to repeat his caresses.
As the pauses between her thighs took longer, Peter could hear his sibling's breathless groans grow louder and feel her hips push up to meet the weight of his resting palm as though urging him on. Encouraged, Peter allowed his thumb to slip inside the waistband of the thong and sliding his thumb forwards and backwards, gently eased thong down across her hips which rose to allow him to ease them over her buttocks and down to her knees. In one smooth movement, Lizzie's foot slipped out of the garment and catching it with her toes, slid the thong from her other leg, kicking it away as she did so. The whole of his sister's body was now open to his ministrations, writhing under the stimulation of his mouth and exploring hands. Her sweat kissed skin slippery and glistening in the moonlight.
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Peter's fingers soon found the neatly trimmed curls of his sister's pubic hair, letting his nails slide through them, drawing a low moan from her throat. His hand slid down to gently cover her mound, feeling the heat radiating from it and the warm wetness waiting there. Slowly he let his middle finger slide between her distended outer lips, feeling her inner heat and sliding on the oily fluids lubricating her inner lips and passage. Letting his finger slip through the folds until reaching the small nub of hooded flesh standing proud from her centre, Peter applied light pressure, stroking and rolling her clitoris, building up her urgent response and encouraging the flow of even more lubricating fluids. His clitoral stimulation was causing his sister's body to jerk against the invader, her now continuous cries laden with obvious lust and need. In the midst of the bucking of her loins against him, Peter found his finger sliding into the very core of her womanhood.
"Peter, No!" she cried, pushing him from her. "Oh God! No." Yet still her body writhed in wanting need, giving a lie to her outburst. "Please, just a moment."
Lizzie offered her mouth back up to her brother, once more locking lips and allowed her searching tongue to explore his mouth sliding in their slippery fluids as her tongue resumed its aggressive caress of her sibling's own tongue. She felt him pull her body tighter to his own, welcomed the all embracing feel of his arms and hot blood coursing through her body. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples even more swollen, demanding attention. Her loins were on fire and the growing wetness between her thighs could not be ignored as she felt the steel like rod of her brother's cock crushed up against her pubis.
Once more she felt the heat of her brother's hand as it reached beneath the hem of her blouse, sliding across the warm wet skin of her back as he slowly caressed her. She let out a gasp as she felt his thumb leave a fiery trail as it slid down the side of her breast, knowing she wanted more, needed to feel his hands and lips on them. Already the need in her breasts was becoming unbearable, the flesh itself heavily swollen and the aching turgid nipples screaming for attention.
Quickly she pulled her body away from his, allowing him the room to reach between them and cup her left breast in his hand. His palm felt like a furnace, the flesh of her breast melting between his fingers the tight swollen nub of her nipple squeezed in the softest of vices and the abrading touch of his thumb as he rolled it between his finger ends. Her cry at the contact was drowned as her mouth found his, renewing the passionate exchange between their lips.
Lizzie felt a flush of emptiness as his caressing hand left her breast, only to be replaced by excitement as she felt his searching fingers urgently attacking the buttons holding her blouse in place. Silently willing him on, raising her arms to allow its removal, she gave out a whimper of satisfaction as she once more felt the hot caress of his hand on her breast, her body afire as she felt his soft mouth kiss and nibble its way down her neck and across her chest his tongue leaving a warm wet trail in its wake. Soft groans of need sighed from her mouth as she raised her body, her breast urgently seeking some release.
Lizzie's body shuddered and she let out a sexually charged wail as her breast and nipple felt the hot wet contact of her brother's demanding mouth. It seemed to her that the whole of her breast was being drawn into him, his tongue swirling around the tight throbbing nipple as it was crushed between his lips. It was all she could do to prevent a scream as she felt his teeth roughly graze the nipples surface, sending jolts of electricity through the whole of her body. Her arms went around his neck, pulling his head to her breast, trying to force the whole of it into the hot sucking wetness of her brother's mouth, emitting a cry as she felt him drawing it into him, voraciously suckling at her flesh.
Suddenly, she felt the desperate need to feel his body against hers, hot flesh on hot flesh, his hardness crushed to the softness of her bosom. Her hands flew to the buttons of his shirt, frantically trying to release them as the need grew greater. In a cry of frustration, she grabbed the collar and ripped the shirt from his body before reaching for him and pulling him once more to the demanding flesh of her breast. Her arms went about him, feeling his hot slippery skin sliding beneath her hands, digging her nails into his body as she felt him take her other breast into his hand and begin to tease the taught nipple as he continued to suckle at the other.
She knew her cries were louder now as her sibling began to move from one breast to the other, sucking and biting on their extremities, sending mini shocks throughout the whole of her body, causing it to writhe against him. She felt him roll her onto her back, his hand on one breast and his mouth at the other. She felt her body rise to the feel of the pressure of his hand sliding in circles, caressing the soft swell of her stomach. The heat in her loins was slowly building, her wetness more noticeable as she felt it on her thighs. His hands were on the securing knot of her sarong, pulling, tugging and finally freeing it, allowing it to fall to her sides, but the cool air did nothing to diminish the fire between her legs.
Her brain was awash with sexual input and his hand was driving her crazy as it caressed first one thigh then another. The pauses as his hand rested on her mound became longer, stoking the fires in her core, releasing the flood of warm, lubricating oils in her passage. His hand was slowly pulling the thong from her thighs and she raised her body to allow its removal, permitting her brother unfettered access to her body, kicking away the thong as she did so.
Lizzie thought she would explode when she felt Peter's hand come to rest on her Mons, cupping the whole of her womanhood between his fingers. She gave out another keening wail as she felt his finger slide between the lips at the entrance of her vagina, searching and finding the small nub of her clitoris, before stroking and rubbing it against her body. She was being overwhelmed by the sensations of her breasts being caressed and suckled whilst that most sensitive of organs was exploding at his touch. She was losing control, her body bucked in response to his administrations, her body drowning in waves of need. Suddenly, she felt her brother's finger pierce her passage, driven though the enveloping folds of her swollen labia and into the hot wet dilated passage of her pussy. In a single moment of clarity, reason invaded.
"Peter, No!" she cried, pushing him from her. "Oh God! No," Yet at the same time, still feeling her body writhe in wanting need, as though mocking her cries. "Please, just a moment."
"You can't stop now" Peter groaned. "You can never be sure you can call a halt until you are almost there, just before sex." He saw his sister staring into his eyes. He could see her need there, a need which more than matched his own. "You need to go to the edge before you can really know for sure." He gasped. He saw the slow nods of his sibling's head as she lay against him her chest heaving whilst she gasped for breath and control.
"Yes" she gasped, "one more time."
Peter smiled to himself, knowing the prize was won. Knowing he would shortly be tasting the fruits of his sibling's body, he once more lowered his lips to her breasts and drew in the hot willing flesh between his teeth. Hearing her wailing cry, he slipped his hand down once more to caress the soft folds of her pussy, his finger seeking and quickly finding the trigger nestling there. Sliding on her lubrication, he slowly began to rub the swollen button, gently rolling it against her body, feeling her body move more urgently against his own, her cries more guttural, more demanding.
His own need was also rising, his penis a rod of steel within the confines of his pants, throbbing and pulsating as the blood coursed through it. The pain of his erection was not eased by the searching hand he now felt take hold of it. The confining material did nothing to lessen the touch of his sister's hand as it slid softly up and down his length accompanied by his sibling's low moans. Her grip tightened around him and then relaxed as she searched for the belt at his waist, her fingers struggling with the buckle in an attempt to free that which she sought.
He heard his sister's moan of disappointment as his hand left her core to free his belt. Quickly the buckle came free followed quickly by his zip, freeing the pressure he had felt. As his hand renewed his clitoral ministrations, he felt that of his sibling slide beneath the waistband of his shorts and grasp the hot pulsing flesh which throbbed between his legs. Her hand felt cool as it wrapped around his length, drawing the skin up the swollen head of his member before drawing it back down again, the smooth rhythm broken as her body jerked to his own caresses.
Peter let his finger slide down to her slippery entrance, feeling her hips rise to meet his probing digit which slipped inside her as his thumb continued his sibling's clitoral stimulation. Probing further, Peter curled his finger and gently stroked his nail over the oily wall of her pussy where he knew her 'special place' had to be. He was swiftly rewarded with his sister's cry, "Oh God, Yessss," and a scrabbling of her hands as she fought to pull down his pants and shorts. Raising his own hips, he allowed Lizzie to drag them to his knees where he was able to kick them from him. Both were now naked, their sweat soaked bodies slipping and sliding against the others as each danced to the others caresses, their genitals engorged by the blood pounding in them sending deep pulsing shocks to the core of their loins.
Both siblings were now on a one way ticket to sexual oblivion, Peter knew he had to possess his sister, had to hear her cry out for him as he thrust himself inside her, dominate and overwhelm her with his body. He also knew that his sibling was beyond the point of no return, no amount of reasoning was going to prevent her willing participation in their coupling. Not satisfied with that, Peter wanted to hear her beg for him, plead for him to make love to her, prove to him that she had indeed lost all of her control.
His sister's legs were now wide open, willingly accepting the probing fingers of her brother. Her own hands were now on his jerking penis, pulling at him, trying to have him mount her and fill her longing emptiness. Her warm oily fluids were running freely, her pubic hair and loins soaked with her own secretions. He could feel his sibling's hands slipping on the length of him, his flesh also slippery with his own pre-cum fluids.
Almost in slow motion, Peter rolled between his sister's thighs as she drew up her knees in ready acceptance of his imminent invasion of her body, her hands still insistently pulling at his member, urging him on. Kneeling between her legs, he raised her hips and laid her thighs upon his own, his stiff member hovering above the dilated glistening entrance to his sibling's pussy. Lizzie once more took hold of his penis and raising her own hips attempted to insert his distended penis inside her, but her brother refused to move leaving her groaning and writhing in frustration.
"What do you want?" Said Peter.
Lizzie knew she had to call a halt to their embraces, she had the conviction and control to do so, but Peter's words were insistent in her ears, would she be able to go to the edge and still be able to stop? Dare she risk being able to call a halt just before they joined their bodies? If she could, that would prove she could never be like her Mother. Not giving a thought to what might happen if she should fail; she acquiesced, and as her body writhed with unfulfilled passion whispered to him, "Yes, one more time."
Her body surged with arousal as she felt her brother once more draw the sensitive flesh of her breast into his mouth, renewing his attack on her tingling nipple, biting and rolling it between his teeth. She felt his hand sinking to her receptive pussy, the searching finger sliding over her clitoris and caressing it, rolling and squeezing it against her own writhing body. She needed more, needed to feel his complete body close to hers, his manhood buried deep inside her. Her searching hands found his throbbing member, holding and squeezing it, feeling it pulsate beneath her touch. Desperately she sought the buckle of his belt and moaned in frustration as she felt his hand leave her pussy; she desperately needed it back, and more.
She could not hold back the deep sigh as his hand returned to her centre and resumed its caresses. Swiftly she reached beneath the waistband of her brother's shorts, searching for and finding his tumescent length, her hand closing around it and feeling its pulsing heat. This was what she sought, what she needed to feel inside her, its throbbing whole plumbing her depths his warmth between her loins.
Lizzie could not withhold the scream as she felt his finger slide inside her, seeking and finding her G spot. His finger dragged across the roof of her passage flooding her body with spasms of erotic impulse as his thumb continued to stroke and rub he clitoris. Her total sensory input was almost overwhelming, her body bucked, seeking to have more of his finger inside her, more of everything. Her hands tore at his pants until her hands found his exposed penis. Quickly she wrapped its girth and began to slide up along its length, stretching the soft warm skin and feeling the heat of the bulbous swollen head. His body was like a furnace against her own, his sweat soaked skin slid against hers parting with a soft sigh. She needed to be covered by him, be enveloped by his body, be invaded by his swollen manhood which she now held in both hands. Urgently she pulled at him, her hands slipping on the oily surface, her legs opening in acceptance and invitation. Her body needed completion, needed to be joined with that of her sibling's whilst they made love.
She felt his body move against her own as she pulled him to her, her legs opening even wider as she drew up her knees to open herself to him. She felt his hands on her hips, raising her up whilst he knelt between her legs. Her body bucked against him, her hands pulling at him, it was so close now, her hunger about to be eased. She felt it! Felt the heat of his swollen helmet against her wet dilated lips, now at last! Then she felt his hands on her thighs, holding her down and preventing her from raising her body to meet his much needed invasion. Her body had a mind of its own as it writhed and rolled beneath that of her brother, his words did not make sense; didn't he know she needed him? Needed to feel his hot lance inside her, filling her to the brim and pounding out her release... "What do you want?"
Desperately she tried to overcome her overwhelming need, re-focusing her eyes as her own hand found her clitoris and began to stimulate it. "What do you mean?" she groaned, "I need you inside me now." She could now see him hovering above her, his face filled with lust yet strangely smiling.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, watching his sister writhe below him her hips pinned to the bed.
"Make love to me, Fuck me. Oh God I need you inside me right now."
"But I'm your brother; you want your brother to fuck you?"
Lizzie groaned with unfulfilled desire, she knew she was lost and could no longer control things. Her greatest fear was about to take place, she knew she was about to have incestuous sex with her brother, it didn't matter, in fact; her body demanded it, as did her mind. "Peter, I need you to fuck me now. Please, I must have you inside me." She cried.
He had won but was not going to make it easy for her. Stretching out his legs and placing his hands either side of her shoulders he remained raised, his throbbing pole still held in his sister's hand pointing directly to her pussy. Looking into her eyes he said, "Take it," and watched as the dawn of recognition reflected there. He felt her grip him tightly and with a whimper she began to raise her hips. Looking down he could see her slide the bloated head of his dick between the wet slippery lips of her Mons, coating it in her juices. He felt her wet heat and the smooth slippery feel of her flesh as her labia parted and she pushed herself onto the top part of his engorged penis, a pause as her muscles relaxed and his ridged head slipped inside her accompanied by a gasp from his sibling. Holding her hips still, he felt her hands reach around for his buttocks, holding him, he felt her slightly lower her hips allowing the head of his penis to slide back to her entrance then heard her grunt as she slammed her hips up to meet his own, impaling herself on his full length.
Peter gasped himself as he felt the head of his prick force an entry into her centre, felt the ridges of her hot slippery passage rub across his length as he plumbed her depths. Her loins met his own with a loud slap of wet flesh on wet flesh, their pubic bones colliding as the head of his penis scraped across her cervix meeting the back wall of her tunnel.
His sister screamed, "God yes!".
Her legs came up around his waist squeezing him in a vice like grip as her internal walls convulsed around his probe. Unable to support the sudden weight of his sister, Peter collapsed to the bed, his own weight hammering his steel rod even deeper into his sibling, eliciting a loud scream before her arms joined her legs in forming a vise like grip around his body.
His sister's grip was powerful and Peter could do nothing other than grind his loins into those of his sibling. Lizzie followed his lead and writhed below him not allowing an inch of withdrawal and rotating her sucking passage around his inflated penis, pubic bone grinding against pubic bone as though their genitals had been welded, one to the other. Her pussy felt like a suction pump around his knob, squeezing and sucking at him, pulsating along his length. His grunts were matched by those of his sister as their hips rolled and crushed against each other. Rivulets of sweat ran from their bodies, pooling between them and providing the lubrication needed for their bodies to slide freely against the others.
His sister's grunts became more frequent as her loins rolled and bucked against his own, each grunt separated by a keening wail which became louder and louder. Her cunt began to spasm around his length, its grip becoming stronger and stronger with each contraction; her lubricating fluids ran freely between them. Her arms and legs tightened around his body, crushing the root of his cock against her clitoris as she ground out her need.
"Oh Christ I'm coming!" she cried, clasping his buttocks and pulling his hips to hers. Peter felt her explode, heard her piercing scream as her body thrust and jerked against him, her pussy in hot wet convulsions around his pulsing penis, her internal walls squeezing him almost to the point of pain as her orgasm wracked her body and a flood of her warm urine bathed both of their genitals.
Peter waited for his sister to relax her grip whilst she lay gasping below him, ready to continue his assault on her body in order to seek his own release. But his sibling showed no sign of letting go, and as she slowly regained her breath, her hips resumed the close grinding of their loins. "More," she moaned, "Fuck me some more."
Lizzie's body was driving her crazy with its need, why wasn't he fucking her? He must know how desperately she needed him inside her, she craved to feel his rod spear her and pound her into orgasm and she needed it now. Taking a firm grip of his penis, she let out a whimper as she raised her hips and began to rub the distorted head of his cock along her labia, coating it in her own oily slickness. Slowly she raised her hips further and almost died with ecstasy as she felt the swollen head of his penis distend her wet portal as she forced herself onto him. Her hands sought his buttocks and gripping tightly, she allowed her hips to fall a small way, pausing, and then, with a loud grunt of passion she hurled her loins at her siblings, impaling her wet, slippery hole on his hot rod. She screamed as she felt his engorged girth force a passage to her core, felt the head of his penis at the mouth of her cervix before it crashed into the back wall of her cunt, stretching almost beyond belief. Her vagina involuntarily clamped around the invader, squeezing and holding it as electric shocks travelled through the whole of her body. She would not let it leave; quickly she wrapped her legs about him, holding him to her, maintaining the fullness inside her.
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Gripping even tighter, she felt herself falling back to the bed, her sibling still inside her. Her back met the mattress only a micro second before her loud screams rent the air as his rigid cock was pounded even further into her by the concussion of his weight. She felt she was going to pass out as their compacted loins ground against each other and her clitoris was crushed between his root and her pubic bone. Her arms wrapped about him and her legs squeezed tighter around his waist. She would allow no withdrawal; she had to keep him imbedded inside her with her swollen clitoris crushed between them sending pulsing shock waves to every part of her body.
She felt Peter begin to grind his hips against her own, his pubic bone crushed against hers and the root of his penis squashing her clitoris between them. She thrust back at him, writhing her loins and contracting the muscles of her vagina around the invader which rolled deep within her. Her body was a flood of sensory spasms; each crushing thrust sending powerful shocks throughout her system her orgasm was close, very close. Her breathing came in short gasps as their locked bodies strained against the others, sweat gathered in her eyes and between her breasts mingling with that of her brother's causing their skin to slip and slide. Her vaginal contractions became stronger and more frequent, crushing his penis and drawing it deeper into herself. Waves of energy rolled through her loins and stomach, rising ever higher with each crushing contact of her clitoris, each breath now a grunt of effort as she fought to achieve her goal by bucking her body against her brother's.
Lizzie screamed out as her orgasm exploded throughout her body, her muscles contracted and seized, holding her body rigid and gripping Peter's to her own whilst her constricting internal muscles gripped and pulled at his throbbing member. Her orgasm continued to ravage her and at the height of the explosion, she felt her bladder relax, releasing a flow of hot urine which ran freely between their locked loins. Her mouth was a dark cavern as it fought to drag oxygen into her lungs as her body was assailed by the dying waves of her orgasm. Her limbs remained locked around Peter's body, her loins still crushed to his own and her pussy still grasping and holding his swollen rod inside her. The orgasm had not brought her the release she sought; their sexual coupling had to continue until she found the missing trigger to bring her complete fulfilment. "More," she moaned. "Fuck me some more" and once more began to grind her loins against those of her brother's.
Peter placed his hands on his sister's thighs and forced her legs from around his waist and saw them fall to either side of him, watching as his sibling spread them wide in the form of resigned submission and invitation. Her face was still suffused and contorted with lust, he could feel the warm, wet, all enveloping walls of her cunt constricting and relaxing around his prick as her loins rolled beneath him. Bracing himself he slowly raised his hips, feeling the ridge of his swollen head drag along her internal passage, distending and abrading the hot slippery walls and drawing a deep moan from his sister's throat. Looking down, he could see the engorged lips of her pussy clinging to the length of his tool as it slowly slipped from her body slickly covered in her lubricating bodily fluids. Leaving just the head of his prick in place he paused, and feeling his sister's loins rising up to engulf him once more he braced himself and thrust his hips down to meet hers, pounding her body into the bed and driving his prick into her deepest recesses as the explosive slap of wet flesh on wet flesh echoed around the room.
"Fuck!" his sister grunted as their hips collided, "Again, fuck me again, harder." At the same time Peter felt the strong contractions of his sibling's vagina as she gripped him tightly as though reluctant to allow him to withdraw. Once more he felt the bulbous cap of his penis drag along her passage, slipping and sliding in her wet oily core, only to hold it once more at her entrance before slamming back into her body and feeling the jolt as his pubic bone collided with that of his sister. "Oh Jesus Christ, Fuck!" he heard her cry, "Fuck me harder" as he felt even stronger contractions around his manhood, gripping and pulsating along his length.
Peter began a slow pounding rhythm, driving his prick into the welcoming warmth of his sister's cunt, their loins colliding as she rose up to meet him, only to be driven back down to the mattress as his lance was driven into her time and time again. The sexual union was accompanied by the regular slap, slap, slap, as sweat soaked flesh met sweat soaked flesh, the steady grunts from each of the siblings acting as a counterpoint to the echoing slaps of the twin's bodies.
Peter knew that he could not last for long, already he could feel all of the signs of his impending explosion, the tightening of his balls, the swelling of his penis and the waves of erotic stimulus that roiled in his stomach. He felt his body take an involuntary step up in gear, his assault on his sister's body sped up, his forceful thrusting more urgent, driving the head of his prick into the back wall of his sibling's cunt. Heard her building cries of "Oh Fuck!" that accompanied each lunge of his distended cock into her tight passage, her contractions about him becoming tighter and tighter, her hips were rising to meet him with more urgency.
It was here. The waves in his stomach exploded throughout his body, he felt his seed boiling up through his balls as he heard his sister cry out, "I'm coming!" With one last powerful lunge, he drove his pistoning rod deep into his sibling's cunt, pushing and crushing the head against her cervix as great gouts of cum exploded from his prick, flooding her cavern with its hot oily presence. His sister's keening wails assaulted his ears as he felt her arms and her legs now once more tightly wrap around him, holding him to her as the walls of her cunt gripped him in contorted spasms, sucking his seed from him as her own flood of warm urine joined his cum, bathing their locked genitals in a warm, wet embrace.
Peter's arms gave way, letting his body fall on to that of his sister, his ejaculations now almost complete as the last of his seed oozed from him. He could feel the contractions of his sister's cunt about his tumescent prick becoming weaker as it continued to draw the last of his cum from him. Their hot wet bodies were glued together by the sweat of their exertions and their lungs fought for life giving air. It was done.
Lizzie felt her brother's hands on her legs, breaking her grip and forcing her legs down to the bed. She needed to be fucked again, she had to find the missing something to complete her orgasm. Throwing her legs wide, she raised her hips to her sibling. She knew he had not yet come and would not leave her until he was satiated; nevertheless, she contracted her muscles around him holding him inside her. A fear of doubt crept in, as she felt the slow withdrawal of his penis, felt the hard ridge surrounding his bulbous head distort her walls as it dragged along her length. He was almost lost to her, but paused, leaving the throbbing head of his cock buried in the entrance of her cunt. She needed more, needed to feel him deep inside her again and began to raise her loins to once more impale her body on his lance. Suddenly, her rising hips collided with her sibling's as he drove his hard pole into her, driving her body down onto the mattress his weight crushing her Mons as it forced his hard pole to depths not reached before. She could not help voicing a deep grunt as the head of his penis crashed into the mouth of her cervix, stretching her back wall as it did so.
"Fuck" she groaned. Never had she been plumbed to such depths. This is what she needed, her brother's swollen organ pounding her insides, its head raking over her 'G' spot then crushing her clitoris between them, both centres of stimulus triggering mini explosions throughout her body. The walls of her cunt began a relentless wave of clutching contractions, gripping the invader, sucking at its length with each piercing. "Fuck me harder" she cried, as her loins rose up to meet the descending attack of his prick. Her body was now streaming with the sweat of her passion, she could hear the insistent slapping as her brother's sweat slicked body met her own, the grunts of their passion matching the rhythmic noise of their sexual coupling.
She felt Peter's thrusting become more insistent, his driving loins meeting her own in bruising collisions as pubic bone met pubic bone. She was unable to prevent her guttural cries of "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" each time the distorted head of his penis met the back wall of her cunt, filling her completely with its swollen length and girth and his body drove the air from her lungs. She could feel his prick swell ever larger, the distortion of her vagina even greater as it plumbed her hot depths, his body pummelled her own with greater urgency and she knew that he was about to cum. Her own body cried out for this too, it sought release, her body a rolling mess of stimulus reaching every part of her, waiting for the trigger of her brother's explosion deep inside her, needing to feel the flood of his seed in her cunt.
And then it happened. Peter let out a loud groan as he slammed his body into hers, driving his rod deeper than ever before. Shocks of wonderful pain shot through her body as her insides were distended by its forceful presence. She could not help but wrap her arms and legs about him as her own orgasm flooded through her body, her cunt clenching his invading tool in a death grip as she felt his hot seed explode inside her. Felt the deep twitching pulses as his cum was forcefully ejected, the walls of her pussy sucking and milking his juices from him. Once more she felt the relaxation of her bladder and the surge of urine showering their battle weary genitals as the last traces of their mutual orgasms left them.
She welcomed the weight of him as he lay upon her, their bodies welded together by the sweat of their exertions. Their genitals now softly pulsed, his weeping penis slowly deflating in the warm caressing softness of her passage but nevertheless still holding his spent seed inside her where it pooled at the mouth of her cervix. His potent semen found the welcoming passage to her womb and raced to be first to reach her fallopian tubes and meet and fertilise the two ovum lying there.
Peter felt his softened penis slip gently from his sister's vagina and he then rolled onto his back where he became aware of her gentle sobs. Reaching for her he said, "What's wrong?"
"We did it" she replied. "You fucked me."
"No Lizzie I didn't" he said. "If you remember, you fucked me."
"You don't understand, we fucked each other and we are no better than our parents" she replied.
"Hey, I can think of a lot worse parents than ours" he said, "What's the big deal? We just fucked and enjoyed it too."
"But its incest, don't you understand? We are brother and sister and we just fucked. It wasn't even making love, we just rutted like a pair of wild animals."
"As I understand it, wild animals quite naturally have incestuous sex, that's how they breed. Why should we be different?"
"Because we are humans and we should know better. What's more, I don't want to 'breed' with you, I'm you sister for Christ sake!"
"Listen Lizzie" Peter said. "We are both consenting adults. You clearly wanted to be fucked and wanted me to do the fucking. I wanted to fuck you and that's exactly what we did. It's no big deal."
"It should never have happened" she sobbed. "What are we going to do now?"
"I don't know about you" he said, "but after I've rested, I'd like to do it all over again."
"You what!" she cried. "You want to fuck me again?"
"Yes I do and if the truth be known, I think you would like to do it again too" he replied.
"We can't" she said. "We got carried away with the drink and if we did it again, we would not have the same excuse, we would be willingly fucking each other knowing it was incest."
"Oh for God's sake Lizzie" he said. "Did you enjoy being fucked or not?" "It certainly seemed to me that you had at least two orgasms, and why did you continue after the first if you were not enjoying it?"
"I don't know" she whispered. "I really don't know."
"Forget the incestuous angle for a moment" he said. "Did you enjoy the sex?"
Lizzie paused, and then whispered, "Yes, yes I did."
"And if it wasn't me, would you like to have made love again?"
Again a pause..."Yes I would."
"Then the taboo angle is broken." "You want to fuck again and so do I. Let yourself go, there is only ourselves who know about it and neither of us are going to share it with anyone."
"Yes, and I do love you Peter, that can't be wrong."
Once more Peter rolled between his sister's legs, pushing them wider as did so. Taking hold of his reawakened penis he slowly stroked the head of it between the still engorged lips of his sibling's vagina.
"What, no foreplay?" She said.
"Do you need any?" he replied and watched her shake her head. He knew her current need was just as great as his, what they both needed was to fuck, pure and simple.
Raising her hips from the bed she said, "Peter I can't wait, I need you inside me now."
Placing the swollen head of his prick against her pussy, he pushed forward, heard her soft moan and watched as her vaginal lips separated and the internal muscle at her entrance distended around his girth before allowing him to slip inside. Her insides were still liberally coated in their conjoined fluids and he was able to slide all the way inside her in one smooth push feeling his extremity touching the mouth of her cervix. Reaching for his buttocks, his sibling held him there whilst she flexed her vaginal walls around him, feeling the huge girth of his pole as it throbbed inside her. "I have never been so completely filled" she said, as she continued to contract about him, trying to hold him to her by the strength of her vaginal walls alone.
Peter eased his hips back, feeling every ridge of her internal passage as his penis slipped back along its length, despite the tight grip she exercised about his rod. Reaching the tight muscle at her portal he paused, and feeling her relax once more pushed his pulsing cock into her internal welcoming embrace feeling the root of his member gently bump into the swollen little nub of her clitoris. Again he felt her passage walls contract around him, squeezing and caressing him as his pulsating prick filled her hot wet void.
He felt her hands on his hips, first pushing him away before pulling him back inside her, setting a slow rhythm of insertion, withdrawal and re-insertion, his cock sliding into her sucking heat, being held in her core before being partially rejected. Soon their loins picked up the beat, her hips rising to meet his as they fell, gently buffeting as their pubic hair cushioned their contact. The root of his rod gently squeezed and crushed her clitoris between them, a groan passing from her lips and a slight tightening of her grip with each contact.
Their eyes met and locked as their bodies swayed against each other, his beating tool ploughing a furrow inside her body building fires in both of them. The room was filled with soft moans and gasps as the twins openly fornicated with each other, no guilt to hide behind, just a sexual need to be fucked by the other.
"God you're tight" he said as he drove his penis home one more time.
"It's you" she replied, "I have never been so filled up before, you stretch me to the limit and I can feel every square inch of you when you are inside me." "I can't get enough of you; I want this to go on for ever."
Each could see the growing ardour in the others eyes, feel the buffeting of their loins grow more urgent, the gasps and moans more frequent and louder. The sexual tingling touched each of their bodies, the erotic pulses of their connected genitals rolled around them climbing higher and higher. Their grip on each other tightened as his thrusts into his sister's body grew stronger, more demanding, seeking to bury himself in the end of her wet tunnel. She herself demanded more, pulling at him more urgently in an attempt to have him fill her to the utmost.
With their eyes still locked, the twins felt the whole of their sensory perceptions concentrate in their sawing genitals. He felt her growing need pass directly into his slippery pole, heightening his own wants, driving him faster and harder as he plunged into her pussy. For her part, Lizzie could feel the walls of her vagina drawing in his energy as he plumbed her depths, her contractions now out of her control as her body rose up to meet his plunging invasion of her core.
The switch had been thrown; the twins were now hard wired into each other, their bodies' empty vessels waiting to be filled with their orgasms, the need for which grew constantly greater. Each could feel the other was on the edge, knew that their mutual orgasms were only seconds away as eyes still locked, their bodies crashed into each other with a wild abandon. Once more animal grunts filled the room as the twins voiced their rising passion, their bodies twitching in the expectation of ultimate release and the slap, slap, slap of sexual union once more echoed around the room.
"Yes!" they cried in unison. The pupils of their eyes completely dilated as their orgasms exploded inside their bodies. Each could see the reflection of their own excitement in the eyes of their twin. Peter's prick slammed into his sibling, held there with great effort as he felt his seed course through his body, swelling his balls and careering along the length of his tool before being forcibly ejaculated into the welcoming grasp of his sister's cunt. He saw her eyes growing wider with shock as each powerful surge rocketed into her body, flooding her insides as she screamed and writhed against him, as her vagina became a steel vise around his length, her contractions even greater than before, squeezing the very lifeblood from his rod as it pulsated inside her. Once more the feel of hot urine signalled a relaxation of her bladder as her orgasm tore through her body. Not once did their eyes lose contact, each looking for the other's reactions, seeing the lust there as the orgasms tore through each of their bodies. Each watched the other's receding passion, the base grunts of sexual need being replaced by deep sighs as the strength of the pulsating, clutching genitals eased, the mighty jets becoming a weeping flow and vise like contractions turning to gentle squeezing and internal caresses.
"My God you are wonderful" she said as her arms went around him, already beginning to feel an emptiness as the mutual contractions and pulses of their genitals ground to a halt and the fluids of their passion flowed from her body. "I have never had orgasms so strong, I thought I was going to die."
Peter smiled, "Yes me too, at one point I thought your pussy was going to rip my tool from my body." "Hey, maybe it was the fact that what we were doing was incestuous that made it that way, then maybe not. Whatever it is, you are one damn fine fuck and I look forward to having you again."
Lizzie smiled to herself, her brother may have been coarse in his view of things, but she knew that she too could hardly wait until they were once more joined as one.
Meanwhile, two of the millions of sperm Peter had deposited inside his sister had found their target and had been accepted, already the single cells had begun their division...
The twins' gap year was brought to a halt at the dreadful news of the death of their incestuous parents. Their strange death (in the midst of sexual union), and the fact that they had not been discovered for several weeks after their untimely demise had hit the papers big style. Both siblings became immersed in the convoluted affairs of their parents, not only trying to resolve their estates, but trying to avoid the truth of their own parentage becoming known. It affected Lizzie more than her brother and the deaths of their parents compounded by their own incestuous couplings drove her to the very edge. Nearly every single moment was spent in her own room as she refused to eat and wallowed in the depths of her despair. Refusing to see any doctors, her weight plummeted and the flesh hung on her bones.
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Peter was distraught at what was happening to his sister, it had gone on for nearly five months and he could not stand by and watch her throw her life away, it appeared to him that the only way to save her would be to have her sectioned against her own will. Having made his decision Peter went to her room and called for her. No matter how often he saw her, he was still shocked by his sister's condition.
"We must talk" he said, "It's very important and for your own good so we need to talk."
Listlessly she followed him into the lounge, looking tiny as she settled into one of the arm chairs. Tears flooded her eyes as he told her what he was thinking of doing, no amount of assurances that it was for her own good could assuage the flow.
Peter crossed to her lifting her into his arms and cried with her, his body shaking with his grief. "Please Lizzie, please come back to me" he cried.
"I feel I just want to die" she said and once more they cried together.
As the tears began to slow Peter once more begged his sister to see a doctor before it was too late and at first missed the acquiescing nod of her head. It did not take long for the family doctor to arrive at their home and supply what can only be described as a chemist shop's total stock of drugs, bloods were taken and dietary sheets worked out. Lizzie still proved to be a reluctant eater but at least food was passing her lips.
Four days had passed before the doctor returned to their home and having entered went directly to Lizzie's room. He seemed to be there for no more than a few minutes before he came out, assuring Peter that all would be well and that he was in expectation of a swift change for the better in his sister's recovery and bidding Peter good day, he left.
Peter quickly entered his sister's room seeing her at her dressing table silently weeping. His heart plunged at the sight of her distressed state and he rushed to hold her to him, stroking her cares away.
"Lizzie, what's wrong? Tell me please" he said. The shocking response was abrupt.
"I'm pregnant with our child" she said.
"Oh Fuck!" he replied, "Well we can't get rid of it now, can we?"
"No, but I couldn't take its life anyway. We will have to deal with it."
The child wrought a marvellous change in his sister, within weeks she was almost back to her vivacious best. Her weight had returned and her breasts had started to enlarge. Unfortunately, her hormones had also begun to run riot and she found herself to be almost permanently horny.
The hot water jetted onto her naked body from the shower head as she slowly began to wash herself with the soap filled sponge feeling the dermabrasion surface sliding over her body leaving a path of tingling, stimulating and arousing in its wake. Her nipples leapt to life as the sponge's surface abraded them. She watched as they grew, swollen and turgid, much larger since she had fallen pregnant.
Her left hand began to caress her breasts as her right pushed the sponge down her body to the juncture of her thighs, sliding it over her Mons and between her legs. Lizzie gave out a low moan as the sponge scraped across her clitoris sending jolting shockwaves throughout her body causing her to writhe with pleasure. Feeling the warmth building inside her, she lifted her right breast to her mouth and gently sucked the nipple into it, rolling her tongue around the swollen nub. At the same time, she began to massage her left breast as she dropped the sponge and let her right hand slip across her pussy, her fingers rubbing her clit. The soapy feeling excited her and her middle finger found the entrance to her pussy and slowly slid inside accompanied by an even louder moan of raw sexual need.
"Can I be of any help?" Peter said.
"Jesus!" Lizzie cried. "What are you doing in here?"
"You were moaning fit to bust" he said, "I thought something was wrong".
"Well it was going well until you interrupted, your timing is shit".
"No problems" he replied, "I'm here now and more than willing to help. I could start with washing your back". So saying, he slipped his robe to the floor and walked to the shower door.
Lizzie could see that she was not the only one that was feeling horny, Peter's dick was standing out proud and swollen, slightly swaying as he walked towards her. She felt the slight draft as her brother stepped into the shower as she turned, presenting her back to him and handing him the soap filled sponge. Feeling him washing her back she leaned back into him and shuddered with the feeling of his wet body against hers. She felt him slip his distended cock between her legs as he pulled her closer to him, the sponge falling to the floor as he slid his hands up her body taking both breasts into the palms of his hands and gently cupping them. She groaned with pleasure as she felt his lips at the nape of her neck, his tongue sliding a hot trail up to her ear lobe which he slowly sucked into his mouth. His warm breath in her ear sent shivers down her spine as she pushed her buttocks into his groin. She felt his swollen member slip between the folds of her pussy, her body jolting with shocking sensations fed by the urgent caresses as his hands gently kneaded her breasts, slightly twisting the turgid hard nipples at their centre.
Lizzie's body was on fire, her brother leaned into her, pushing her up against the shower wall as he slid his loins against her buttocks slipping and sliding as the water ran between them.
Lizzie gasped as she felt his rigid prick begin a sawing motion between her own blood engorged lips, the head rubbing against her enlarged clitoris lighting such a fire that she felt sure would consume her. She was becoming overwhelmed by the stimulus she was receiving from both breasts and pussy.
"Christ almighty"! she moaned, her body shuddering and shaking, her pussy taking on a life of its own as it pulsed and twitched and leaked the oily fluid necessary to accommodate penetration.
Placing her left hand on the shower wall she pushed herself and her brother away from the wall as her right hand dropped to encircle his tumescent rod. Sliding her hand around its head, she leaned slightly forward and lifted the purple head to her vulva feeling it slide across her clitoris and down to her distended pussy where it parted her lips and nestled against the entrance to her passage.
"God, Peter"! she cried. "Fuck me"!
Suddenly, Lizzie felt Peter's grip on her breasts tighten, squeezing the flesh and crushing her nipples. Her scream rent the air as Peter pulled her body to him, thrusting his throbbing pole deep inside his sister with urgent need. She felt she was being ripped apart as his dick forced its way down her tight passage distending the walls before reaching the back wall of her pussy rubbing up against her cervix. She groaned once more as she felt her pussy walls clamp down around the thrusting invader in a vain attempt to keep her brother buried inside her.
She felt Peter's grip on her breasts and nipples tighten even further, the sweet pain from them merging with that of the walls of her Cunt as they gripped the swollen, throbbing mass of his invading prick. She let out a small whine as she felt the engorged head of his penis slowly start to withdraw, the rim of the head abrading her sensitive walls. She felt the head almost slip from her and then let out a second scream as her brother punched his dick back into her, slamming her against the shower wall and the loud wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed around the bathroom as his loins slammed into her buttocks sending shudders through them both.
Lizzie felt as though a firework display was taking place in her loins and tummy as Peter slowly started to pound his Prick inside her. There was no finesse to their coupling, loud grunts came from them both as the loud wet slapping of naked flesh on naked flesh marked the timing of each urgent thrust.
Peter's hips began to piston, driving his hot throbbing Cock into his Sister's pussy as she pushed on the shower wall, thrusting her hips back to meet the invasion of her clutching Cunt, her internal muscles contracting around his hot tumescent rod.
In a matter of seconds, the urgent thrusting fucking turned into an animalistic rut, their coupling subsuming everything else. All that mattered to them both was the pounding, sawing length of his Dick ripping into her Cunt, sending jolts and shocks throughout both their bodies.
Peter's hands dropped to his sister's thighs, lifting her hips up to enable him to drive his throbbing meat deeper into her slippery hole. Her feet left the ground, totally supported by her brother, unable to do anything but accept the deep pounding thrusts of his cock as it reached unknown depths, pummelling her back wall and cervix at the extremity of each lunge.
The cubicle was filled with deep feral grunts, high keened wailing and loud slaps as wet flesh crashed into wet flesh, his hips slamming into her buttocks sending undulating waves throughout her buttocks.
Lizzie thought he was going to pound her pussy to pieces, his swollen rod distended her walls as it battered a path to its goal, causing her walls to cramp tightly about it in an attempt to lock the invader inside her. She thrilled to each body shaking thrust, her hands desperately kneading her own breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples till the sweet pain merged with that of her pussy. Her face slid across the tiles as her body jerked with a life of its own. Deep erotic pulses coursed through her body, synching with each pile driving thrust of her brother's penis. She knew it was close, knew it was going to be a big one, bigger than anything she had experienced before.
As her brother drove his hips into her soft flesh and the swollen head of his rod met the cushion of her cervix and back wall, large explosions sent jolts of excitement rushing through her body which was being subsumed by the erotic stimulation from her breasts and the gut wrenching spasms of her pussy. She could take no more, she screamed out her lust as her body completely exploded in reaction to the deepest thrust of all, his pole driven to her extremity accompanied by her brother's animalistic roar holding it there as it began to pulse and throb.
As her mind blowing orgasm overtook her, her pussy went into a fit of multiple contractions in response to the feeling of his pulsating jets of cum hosing her insides, milking every drop of it from his throbbing cock.
Though only seconds, their orgasms seemed to go on forever. Their locked genitals pulsing and clutching, as both twins gasped for much needed air. Even through the wetness of the shower, Lizzie could feel the cocktail of her own urine and brother's cum intermingling as it ran down the juncture of their coupled loins.
With a final shudder, Peter lowered his sister to her feet, still feeling the clutching twitches of her pussy about his length. He heard his sister whimper as he slowly withdrew his now softening prick from the tight walls of her genital embrace. Looking down, he was amazed at the amount of liquid which issued from the swollen lips of her pussy, almost gushing out as he removed the plug of his manhood.
Slowly, he turned Lizzie around and pulled her naked body to his own. Her arms went around his neck and her lips sought his in a deep soulful kiss. "Oh Fuck" she said. "What happened, did I die and go to Heaven or did you just give me the most wonderful Fuck of my life?"
"Lizzie" he said. "If you thought that was good, wait until you feel what I have in store for you now my tubes are empty, I'm going to really show you what hot sex is all about". So saying, he took her by the hand and led her willingly to his bedroom.