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37. Twins Getting Ready

Twins Getting Ready - Incest/Taboo -

Brian watches his twin sister get ready to go out.

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Being a twin is weird. I was watching television and a nagging "twin-sense" told me that something was up.

I walked upstairs just as my twin sister stepped out of our shared bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her and obviously just had a shower.

"You're going out on a Tuesday night?" I asked. It was unusual. She and her dweeb boyfriend typically only went out on the weekend.

She nodded and walked into her room.

I followed. "With the dweeb?" I asked. "Isn't he busy studying?" We were juniors in college.

She turned to face me, holding the towel tight around her with one hand. "Don't call him that, Brian," she told me. She paused and added, "And no, I'm not meeting Ted."

"It's about time you found someone new. Who it it?"

A sly smile formed on my twin's plump lips. "Professor Morris."

My eyes opened wide and my jaw dropped. "What the fuck, Hannah? That guy's a pretentious asshole!"

We'd both taken Professor Morris' class the previous semester. The guys all thought he was an ass, partially because many of the girls had crushes on him.

"He is not," Hannah defended him.

"He absolutely is. And isn't he married?"

She blushed and that sly smile fled her lips. "His wife is out of town."

"Jesus Christ," I groaned. "You're better than that."

"Fuck you, Brian," she lashed out at me. "You slept with Bunny Cantor last year so don't you dare judge me!"

I knew I shouldn't have told her about that. Bunny was a hot 35 year old who lived down the street with her husband and kid.

"You're way too good for Morris, Hannah. Don't do this," I urged.

She looked at me for a long moment, then said, "I have to get dressed, Brian. Get out of my room."

Instead of leaving, I sat in a chair and put my feet on her bed.

"You are so annoying," she fumed. She opened a bureau drawer and pulled out a black lace bra, black lace panties, black lace garter belt, and sheer black thigh-high stockings.

"Yow! I didn't know you owned stuff like that."

Hannah smirked. "Ted bought them for me. I have white and red sets too."

It didn't seem right that skinny nerd dweeb Ted had seen my sister in sexy lingerie. He wasn't worthy!

My twin sister Hannah is a prime example of the female form at its finest. She has the cutest face you can imagine with pink cupid bow lips, button nose and pale blue eyes. Long blonde hair. Model height (5'9"), tight body, long legs, tight little round ass and big soft breasts. She's the kind of girl you can't believe exists in real life.

Hannah was really nice too. Not conceited about her looks. Her relationship with that dweeb Ted had been going on for six months and mystified everyone. Her only explanation was that he was a great guy.

"You're going to wear lace undies that Ted bought you on a date with Professor Morris?"

She frowned. "Get out of here, Brian."

I didn't move a muscle. She couldn't physically throw me out because I was 6'2" tall and 190 pounds of muscle. And she seemed to want to keep this date with Morris a secret, so she couldn't pitch a loud fit that might attract Mom's attention.

"Fine!" she huffed, thoroughly pissed off. She dropped the towel and I got my first ever look at my twin naked.

Holy smoke, I exclaimed in my head. I tried to keep my facial expression blank.

Her big boobs bounced when freed from the confinement of the towel, and jiggled when she grabbed her lace panties and bent over to step into them. Time slowed as she pulled the wispy panties up her long legs and wiggled them over her firm round butt.

Next she picked up the bra and held the big cups to her bountiful boobs. She slipped the straps over shoulders.

Hannah glanced at me and I saw tears welling in her blue eyes.

I hopped to my feet and walked to her. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "I shouldn't judge you." I hooked the back of her fancy bra for her. Then I turned her to face me and hugged her.

We'd been best friends and well as twin siblings all our lives. I was ashamed I made her cry.

My sister sniffled and wrapped her arms around my waist too. "It's just a fling," she told me in a small voice. "All the girls want him... and I've never been with an older man. Is it so bad to be curious?"

I sighed. "No. I guess not."

"You won't tell Ted, will you?"

"Nope. In fact, I didn't see you preparing to go out tonight. Didn't happen."

"Thanks," she said. We released our hug and she dried her eyes on my t-shirt.

I returned to the chair and put my feet up on her bed again.

Hannah raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you leaving?"

"I will if you insist, but it's interesting watching you get ready. I've never seen it before."

"Are you sure you're not perving on your twin sister?" she pointedly inquired.

I smiled. "I was shocked when you dropped the towel."

She blushed and smiled too. "I thought you'd be embarrassed and leave."

"I'm glad I stayed," I truthfully replied. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

She sat on the edge of her bed and rolled the black stockings up her long legs. "How could I not know?" she answered. "Men remind me every minute of every day."

"That must be annoying."

"I got used to it long ago, and being attractive is a blessing that I appreciate," she told me. "Anyway, you know how it is. Girls flock around you." She stood and fastened the black lace garter belt around her narrow waist. Then she clipped the dangling straps to her stockings.

I did attract women because I was big, strong and had a ruggedly handsome face and deep voice. "It's not the same. Women aren't nearly as aggressive as men." I paused then added, "Ted has good taste in lingerie."

She smiled shyly and looked at her self in a full length mirror to make sure all of her undies were adjusted correctly. "I like wearing it," she confessed. "It makes me feel pretty."

"Any man who saw you dressed like that would kill for you."

She took a little black dress from her closet and stepped into it. She wiggled it past her butt and looped the straps over her shoulders.

I stood and zipped the back of the dress for her. It fit her lush curves like a glove.

The dress straps were thin and didn't cover her bra straps. Hannah didn't like the look and fiddled with them.

"It'd look better without the bra," I said. I unzipped the dress and pushed its straps off. The top of the dress floated down to her waist. My fingers deftly unhooked the bra strap and pushed the shoulder straps off.

Hannah caught the bra cups in her hands and looked over her shoulder at me. Our eyes locked. She let go of the bra and it dropped to the floor.

My twin's unfettered breasts jiggled like jello.

I returned the dress straps to her shoulders and zipped the back of the dress. She cupped her big tits in her hands to adjust how they sat in the formfitting dress.

She examined herself in the mirror and bit her lower lip. "I always wear a bra," she told me. The reason was obvious. Every breath she took and even her tiniest movements put those mountainous boobs in motion.

"Are you going straight to his house?" I asked. I assumed the married professor wasn't taking a student out in public.

Hannah nodded.

"Definitely go without the bra."

"I wish they weren't so big."

"Speaking for all men, we're happy with you the way you are."

She blushed then continued with her preparations.

Sitting at her makeup table, my sister quickly and expertly applied eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipstick. It made her cute face more dramatic, but I liked her without makeup better.

Strappy black leather high heels and a tiny black purse completed her outfit.

"Do I pass inspection?" she asked.

"Very sophisticated," I replied, guessing she was going for that.

She gave me a little smile.

"Make him wear a condom," I told her.

"Brian, I'm not..."

"Do it," I interrupted, "or I'll go to his house and beat him to death."

My sister looked shocked, then smiled because she realized I was trying to protect her. "I will. I promise." She left the house so stealthily that our Mom had no clue she was gone.

"Twin-sense" woke me at 3 o'clock in the morning. I looked out the window and saw my sister get out of her car. She silently entered the house. I didn't even hear her bedroom door close. The girl moves like a ninja.

I drifted back to sleep.

In the morning I went downstairs for breakfast.

When my twin joined me downstairs, I asked, "How did it go with the lecherous professor?"

"It went," she replied and smiled.

"Did you satisfy your curiosity about older men?"

Her smile grew wider. "I'm seeing him again tonight."

I wanted to shake my head and groan, but I restrained myself. "I hope Professor Morris knows how lucky he is," I said.

She giggled. "He thinks he's God's gift to women, but I don't care. He's perfect for a fling."

That evening I was waiting in Hannah's room when she returned from her shower. This time she was wearing a short satin robe.

She rolled her eyes. "I knew you'd want to watch again," she said.

"Best show in town," I teased.

She surprised me by offering, "You can stay, but only if I can watch you get ready for your next date." The minx had clearly thought this out.

"There's not much to watch. I just get dressed," I told her.

"I've never seen you naked," she stated as if I was an idiot.

"Oh. There is that. I'll get naked right now if you want."

Her eyes widened and she thought about it. "I don't know if I'm ready for you to be naked in my room, Brian."

"Okay. I'll strip for you on Friday in my room."

Hannah grinned. "It's a deal."

Negotiations completed, my twin took off her robe and said, "Ta-da!"

I clapped and she giggled, which made her boobs bobble.

She went to her lingerie drawer and told me, "Professor Morris likes lacy undies even more than Ted." She picked red lace bra, panties and garter belt to go with smoky gray stockings.

Hannah slipped on the panties and held the bra to her breasts. "Aren't you going to hook my bra for me?" she coyly asked.

I happily stood and fastened the strap as I had the day before. Then I put the garter belt around her waist and fastened it too.

"Sit," I told her. She sat on the bed. I rolled up one of the stockings. "Hold out your leg," I instructed. She did, and I unrolled the stocking up her long, firm leg. Her breath caught when my fingers finished the job on her upper thigh. We repeated the process with the other stocking. Hannah stood to let me clip the dangling garters to the stockings.

With her lingerie all on, I stood and put my arms around her, pulling her to me. I leaned in for a kiss, but her head backed away from me. We stared into each others eyes for a long moment, then she tentatively let her lips come forward to meet mine.

Our kiss was soft and gentle. She backed her lips away again to whisper, "We shouldn't."

My right hand left her waist to go behind her head and bring her to me. This time the kiss was harder and my tongue nudged into her mouth. "Nnnnn," she whimpered but she sucked on my invading tongue.

Happy with her response, I broke the kiss and went back to my seat to continue watching. Hannah swallowed hard and stared at me for a minute.

From her closet my sister selected a simple red knit dress. It didn't have a zipper in the back. She pulled it on over her head like an extra-long t-shirt. It stretched across her tits and ass, and hugged everything in-between. The dress was short, barely covering the stocking tops.

She applied dark red lipstick but left the rest of her face untouched by makeup.

When she posed in front of her full-length mirror I could tell she was pleased with her appearance. "Do I pass inspection?" she asked me, as she had the night before.

"Simply beautiful," I praised. It gutted me that she looked so good for Professor Morris, and I think she could tell. "Remember to make him use a condom."

"I will but he doesn't like it." She kissed my cheek and was gone.

A half-hour after Hannah left, Mom came upstairs. "Where's Hannah?" she asked.

The master bedroom in our house was in a private wing off the first floor. My bedroom and my sister's bedroom were on the second floor and our mother hardly ever came upstairs anymore. Mom said that at 20 years old we should do our own laundry and clean our own rooms.

So I was surprised when Mom stuck her head in my room. I was glad I wasn't watching porn or something.

"She went to Ted's," I lied. "They're reviewing for a test."

"Oh, that's nice. I was going to borrow a pair of shoes for tomorrow." Hannah and Mom had the same size feet.

"I'm sure she won't mind, Mom."

Twin-sense woke me from a sound sleep at 5 o'clock in the morning. I looked out the window and sure enough saw my sister sneak across the lawn and into the house.

At 7 o'clock I got out of bed and went downstairs to eat. When Hannah joined me she yawned and looked exhausted.

"Mom was looking for you last night. I told her you were at Ted's reviewing for a test," I warned.

"Thanks."

"I noticed that you didn't get home until 5 in the morning."

She nodded and yawned again. She looked dog-tired after her long night with the professor. "The man is insatiable and he has lots of toys."

That was more than I wanted to know about asshole Professor Morris.

On Friday I was about to change clothes for my date when Hannah walked into my room. She was fresh out of the shower and wrapped in a big towel.

"I'm here to watch," she simply said and sat in a chair, just like I did in her room.

I whipped off my t-shirt, dropped my pants, pushed off my boxer briefs and stood naked in front of my twin sister. I asked, "Well, what do you think?"

Her blue eyes were wide and zeroed in on my cock. "It's big," she commented, then giggled. "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you. Seeing you naked is really weird."

"How does it rank? Is mine the biggest you've seen?" I asked. I knew I had a big cock and wasn't afraid of comparisons.

She rolled her eyes. "Why are men obsessed about size?"

"Don't evade the question. Is it bigger than Professor Morris'?"

"His is about half that thick," she told me. "Does that make you feel better than him?"

"I already knew I was better than him," I replied. "What about Ted? Is he carrying around a baseball bat between his legs?"

"Everything about Ted is long and thin," she said with a smile. "But it works for me."

Hannah's lingering looks at my cock had an effect. It stiffened and rose up.

My sister's eyes opened even wider. "It gets hard without touching it?" she asked.

"With the right encouragement it does."

"Like your twin sister looking at it?" she teased.

"Exactly."

"It's even thicker now," she said with a touch of wonder.

I couldn't resist wrapping my hand around my raging boner. "Thickest you've ever seen?" I persisted.

She nodded confirmation. "Does Beth like it? I mean it looks like it might be too much."

I grinned. "Beth loves it." My hand stroked my cock.

"I guess it helps that she's a giantess."

"All sizes of girls like it. Cindy Cosgrove couldn't get enough." Cindy was a little hottie. My stroking hand picked up the pace.

Hannah's jaw dropped. "Cindy is tiny!" she exclaimed. "I can't even imagine that monster fitting in her."

"It was a struggle at first, but once I broke her in she wanted it all the time," I bragged.

"How are you going to get dressed with a hard-on?"

"I could rub one out, but I'd rather save it all for Beth. She's greedy," I answered. "If I stop playing with it, it will go down eventually."

Beth stood and said, "Thanks for the show, Brian, but I need to get a move on or I won't be ready when Ted arrives."

"Can I watch?" I hopefully requested.

"I guess so. Are you going to put on pants?"

"No."

"You're awful," Hannah said but she was smiling. "Okay, come on."

I followed my sister to her room. She was wrapped in a towel and my hard dick wagged freely in the air.

I sat in my usual chair in her room and put my bare feet on her bed. But unlike the first two times I watched, my hard cock was in my hand.

Hannah gave me a look and ordered, "Don't shoot off in here."

"I won't."

She dropped the towel and posed so I could get a good look. "Turn a circle, please," I requested. She did, without complaint. "Incredible. This is the third time I've seen you naked but every time I'm more amazed. Your DNA ought to be stored somewhere so in the future they can make clones."

"You're so weird," she said but she smiled and looked pleased. Hannah selected a white lace bra and pantie set.

"Let me help," I suggested.

"Okay."

I picked up the panties and knelt at her feet. This, of course, put her bald pussy right in front of my face. Hannah blushed, put a hand on my shoulder for balance, and raised her right foot then her left so I could slip on the panties. I slid the wisp of fabric up her long, toned legs and snugged it over her box and butt.

I stood and picked up the white lace bra. Her soft breasts molded to the shape of the cups. Straps slid over her shoulders. I stepped behind her to hook the back.

The tip of my hard cock touched her ass-cheek and she shivered. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me. My hard-on nestled along her crack and I couldn't resist rocking my hips.

She spun around to face me and grasped my throbbing cock with both hands. "Are you going to cum?" she asked.

I nodded. "I'm close."

"I told you not to!"

"Yeah. Sorry," I moaned.

She let go of my cock and pushed me toward the door. "Get out. Cum in the bathroom or in your room, but not in here."

I groaned and hustled into the bathroom. I barely made it in time. My glutes flexed and I pumped streams of cum into the toilet. Such an ignominious end.

I calmed myself and returned to Hannah's room. She was sitting on her bed, brushing her long hair, still only wearing undies. "That didn't take long," she observed.

"I was primed and ready to blow. I thought you'd be dressed by now," I said, surprised as I took my seat.

She smiled. "I waited so you can watch."

"Oh. Thanks!" I replied. "You are undoubtedly the best twin sister in the world."

"Or the worst, depending on the scoring criteria," she kidded.

Hannah pulled tight jeans up her long legs and had to jump and wiggle to get them over her ass. It made her big soft tits bounce in the flimsy lace bra.

"God," I groaned.

Next she put on a cropped black t-shirt that stretched taut across her breasts and left her flat tummy bare.

Pink lipstick was the only makeup she applied. Her face didn't need anything else.

"How do I look?" she asked and did a twirl for me.

"Awesome as always."

The front doorbell rang. "That will be Ted," Hannah said. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on my lap. "Eeee!" she squealed in surprise. I kissed her and after getting over the surprise, she enthusiastically joined in the kiss and coiled her arms around my neck.

Her annoying boyfriend rang the doorbell again and my sister hopped off my lap. "Bye. Thanks for being a good audience," she told me and giggled.

Ted was a lucky dweeb.

I got dressed and left to pick up my girlfriend Beth. We were going to a party, but I'd convince her to leave early. Despite cumming once already, I had a truckload of sexual energy to work out with my tall, athletic girlfriend.

Hannah arrived home at 9 o'clock in the morning. I was eating a bowl of cereal. Our mom was out golfing.

"Good morning," she chirped.

"You're in a good mood," I noted. "Had a good time with Ted?"

"I always have a good time with him," she told me.

"You really like him."

"Duh. We've been going out for six months."

I shook my head. "I don't get it."

"What's to get?" she replied. "We clicked the instant we met in class."

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"You had to ask him out," I reminded her.

"So? Ted's shy."

"But he's a pencil-necked dweeb."

"Stop calling him that!! Do I call Beth derogatory names?"

"Yes. You call her the giantess."

"Only because you won't stop tearing down Ted," she told me.

"Sorry."

She was quiet for a minute. "Other than you, Ted is the only male friend I've ever had. Ever. That should tell you how much I like him."

"But is he a friend or a boyfriend?"

"Both. We're good in and out of bed," she stated.

"I don't even want to think about you in bed with Ted."

"Don't be mean, Brian." She sighed, "I wish you'd try to be friends with him."

"I don't think he wants to be friends with me either, Hannah," I countered.

She frowned. "You're both so frustrating! I want us all to get along."

"I'll try harder," I promised. "I don't hate the guy. I just kind of look down on him, but that's stupid so I'll work on it."

"Thank you."

"Are you serious about Ted?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to know.

"Maybe," Hannah answered tentatively. "I'm not ready to get married, but it's possible that he'll be the one when I am ready."

"Wow."

"Yeah, wow," she replied.

"I'll work on finding some common ground with him. It would suck to have a brother-in-law that I didn't get along with."

Hannah gave me a crushing hug. "What about you and Beth?"

"We're not serious," I quickly answered.

"Are you sure?"

"Beth is experimenting with me, Hannah," I confided. "She only had girlfriends in high school, but now that she's in college she decided to try it with a guy and I'm happy to be her mentor. The sex is physical and hot, but I'm pretty sure she'll find herself a wife in the long term."

"She does give off a lesbian vibe."

"Has she made a pass at you?" I asked. Beth wasn't bashful.

"Not really, but she flirts. Wouldn't you rather find a girl who's committed to men?"

"I trained a bi-sexual giantess to fuck exactly the way I like. Why would I give that up?" I said.

"Can't let all that effort go to waste," she joked and smiled.

On Saturday afternoon I stripped and waited in Hannah's room while she showered. We were both going to the University of Tennessee football game. She was going with Ted and his dweeb friends. I was going with Beth, three of her friends from the soccer team, and two of my friends.

I sat and put my feet up as usual. Anticipation of seeing my twin sister naked again caused my cock to erect. I lightly stroked it like a good pet.

"Comfortable?" she asked when she walked in.

"Very."

She eyed my cock. "It feels natural to be naked around you now. Isn't that weird?"

I shrugged. "Let's not mess up a good thing by thinking about it too much," I urged.

Hannah giggled, "That's your motto for life."

"Works for me."

"Me too, I guess," she replied and unwrapped the towel from around her curvy body. Her skin glowed pink from the shower.

She grinned and put on a show. First she slowly turned a circle to fully display the goods. Then she put her hands behind her head and arched her back, making her boobs stick out high and firm. My eyes bugged.

Hannah giggled adorably at my reaction.

She stepped into a basic black thong and snugged it up against her coochie. Then she wiggled into skintight black leggings.

Her final bit of clothing was a Vol orange sports bra. I didn't think her big breasts would fit in that thing, but the material was super-stretchy.

Orange lipstick that matched her top was the only makeup she applied. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

"Do I look like a real fan?" she asked, posing with her hands on her hips.

"Nobody will know that you couldn't care less about football," I praised. I stood and hugged her. She felt good against my naked body. "Go to the game with me and my friends. You look too good to go with Ted and his nerd buddies."

"Don't be mean," she chastised but she wasn't upset by my words or the fact that I was hugging her nude. In fact her dainty hands caressed my pecs and shoulders.

I lowered my head to kiss her neck. She squirmed and moaned. My big hands slid down her back to cup her ass-cheeks. She wriggled in my grasp but didn't try to pull away.

My lips kissed their way down from her neck to her chest. Her sports bra had a scoop neck that left plenty of boob skin bare for me to kiss. My lips fell in love with that silky soft skin.

"Briiiiiian," Hannah whined. My cock was hard and sticking straight up between us. She rubbed her pelvis against it.

The doorbell rang. It had to be her fucking dweeb boyfriend. I reluctantly stopped kissing her glorious boob-flesh and brought my lips to hers for a heady smooch. Our tongues rubbed. "Have fun at the game," I told her. "Fix your lipstick before you go."

My sister's face was flushed, eyes half-lidded, and lipstick partially gone. She gave me a sweet smile and applied fresh lipstick before hurrying downstairs to her waiting boyfriend.

I quickly dressed and left to meet Beth at the stadium.

The Vols won a high scoring game against a mediocre team. Our hurry-up offense was good but the defense was shaky.

I didn't get home until noon on Sunday. Hannah was writing a paper in her room. "Did you have fun at the game?" I asked.

"Not really," she irritably replied.

"Why not?"

"Ted's friends stare at me like they've never seen a girl before. It's so annoying!"

I laughed. "I told you to come with me. Nerds are not fun to hang out with."

She angrily punched the keys on her laptop. "They didn't just stare. They kept whispering to each other and laughing. I'm sure it was about me!" she continued to vent. "Ted didn't stop them, and I was so mad I made him bring me home after the game."

I stood behind my agitated sister and rubbed her shoulders while she continued to type. My hand pushed aside her long blonde hair and my lips found her neck.

"Cut it out. I have to finish this paper," she protested.

"Take a break. Let me make you feel better."

"How are you going to..."

I stoppered her mouth with my lips and tongue. Without breaking the kiss I lifted her out of her chair and laid us on her bed. We were on our sides, face to face.

When my lips left hers to go back to her neck, she murmured, "Brian..."

I put a finger on her lips. "Shhh," I shushed her. "Relax." I ran my fingers through her hair and loved the silkiness. Her head tilted to move against my hand.

I kissed and sucked her neck. She arched it to give me better access.

I kissed my way across her face to her lips. They softened to mine. For about 15 minutes we kissed and my hands slowly stroked her back. She did the same for me. The tension melted out of her body.

I didn't try to get her clothes off. This wasn't the time for that.

The tip of my sister's tongue traced the outside edge of my lips. "Feeling better?" I asked in a soft voice.

She smiled and nodded. "Uh huh. Thanks, Brian."

"Anytime, Sis," I responded.

For a few minutes we looked into each others eyes and randomly pecked each others lips. Reluctantly she returned to working on her paper and I went to my room to study.

Tuesday night rolled around and Hannah had another date with Professor Morris. "Week two of hooking up with the pretentious asshole professor," I proclaimed as I sauntered nude into her room. I flopped into my usual seat.

My sister rolled her eyes. "You're too early. I haven't had my shower," she told me. She was wearing her short satin robe.

"That's alright, I brought a toy to amuse myself." I grasped my cock and stroked it.

She shook her head but grinned. "Make yourself at home. I won't be long."

Ten minutes later she was back and nonchalantly tossed her robe on the bed.

I'd stroked myself into a raging hard-on, and it was squeezed between us when I stood and embraced her. She smiled and coiled her arms around my neck.

My big hands slid down her back to grasp the tight globes of her ass. My sister grunted and deliberately rubbed her mound against my hard cock.

After an electric couple of minutes of that, I presented two fingers to her lips. She merrily sucked on them.

I dropped the slick fingers to her nether lips and nudged into her warm, wet pussy. Her pelvis reflexively humped my fingers and she gasped, "Brian!"

The pad of my thumb pressed on her clit. My fingers rubbed at the same spot inside of her. Her hips jerked and her whole body shook.

My thumb barely moved as my fingers curled, stroked and rubbed. Her hips bounced in a frenzy.

"Fuck!" she yelped. Her back arched and her pussy clamped down on my fingers. "Shhhhiiiiiiiiit!" she gasped while riding an orgasmic wave.

Her legs buckled and I had to catch her to prevent a fall. I laid her on the bed and stretched out by her side.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Mmm hmmmm," she positively purred. "I never came so fast in my life. You are amazing!"

"I know."

My sister giggled and her hand grasped by cock. "I want to get you off too."

"Okay by me." I laid on my back and she knelt by my side.

She took lube from the nightstand by her bed and squirted a healthy amount on my hard cock. She used both hands to spread it up and down.

The wet 'sqwich sqwich' sound was highly erotic.

"You have a really good dick," she told me. Her hands gripped tighter and continued to stroke.

"It likes you too," I kidded. My cock throbbed to punctuate my sentence.

She stroked for a few minutes. Changing up the pace. Rubbing her palm across the knob a couple times. Getting down low to work the base. My hips began to rise and fall in excitement.

"Come for me, Brian," she urged. "I want to see it."

Less than a minute later, my hips bucked and I gushed spunk four feet in the air. It splattered on my chest.

Hannah giggled in delight. Her hands milked the remaining ooze from me.

My brain drifted on a blissful cloud. I reached out and pulled her head to me for a long kiss.

"Don't move," she instructed and scampered to the bathroom for a warm wet washcloth. She used it to wipe her sticky cunt lips then cleaned the cum off my chest.

I pretended to pout. "You didn't lick it up."

"Maybe someday soon," she saucily replied with a grin.

She prepared for her date by putting on white lace panties and a white lace bra. From the back of her closet she produced a silver dress. It was floor-length. She stepped into it and wiggled the slinky dress up her long slim body.

I zipped the back for her and inquired, "Is this the dress you wore to the New Year's Eve party?"

"Yep, and I haven't worn it since," she replied. "It's too fancy to wear to most things."

"But not too fancy to wear to the lecherous professor's house?"

She shrugged. "I never get a chance to dress up. I'm sure he'll like it." She brushed her hair to a high shine and artfully applied makeup. Lastly she put on glittery earrings and a necklace.

"Where did you get diamond jewelry?" I asked.

"It's cheap costume jewelry," she informed me. "I got the set for $20, but they're sparkly and I like them. Do I pass inspection?"

"You look glamorous," I told her. "Like a Bond girl in a casino."

"Oh, I like that! Thank you."

She gave me a quick kiss. I put a hand behind her head to hold her and our kiss turned languid and steamy.

Finally she pulled away and sighed. "Goodnight, Brian," she told me and glided out of the room like a starlet at the Academy Awards.

The next morning I was about to go downstairs for breakfast when my sister the ninja sneaked into the house and up the stairs. She was wearing the silver gown and looked stunning despite being out all night. I followed her into her room.

Without a word, I took her into my arms and kissed her. Her lips welcomed mine warmly. Her arms coiled around my neck. "Good morning," she murmured with a big grin.

"Morning," I replied. "Did you have a fun night?" As if I couldn't tell.

My sister nodded. "It was perfect," she dreamily sighed.

"What was perfect about it?" I grumbled.

"Everything," she giggled. "And wipe that pout off your face. Don't ruin my good mood."

"I'm not pouting," I sulked. I probably was pouting.

She kissed me again and kept kissing me until my expression brightened. "That's better," she said. Then she turned around and requested, "Unzip me, please."

I lowered the zipper on the back of her shiny dress. She removed it and carefully hung it in her closet.

"Where are your panties, young lady?" I asked.

"He claimed them as a prize," she said and laughed. She noticed the time and gasped, "We're going to be late for class!" She pushed me out of her room and closed the door.

It was Wednesday, so of course Hannah was hooking up again with the professor.

"No bra or panties tonight," she told me with a naughty grin.

"Why not?"

"Morris said it would ruin the look of the dress he bought me."

Hannah took a short, red silk slip dress from her closet. She put it on over her head and let the gossamer fabric drift down her body. It draped on her curves perfectly.

My sister turned from side to side, looking at herself in the mirror. Her unrestrained tits swayed.

"It looks more like a short nightgown than a dress," I commented.

"I think that's the point."

Hannah strapped red high-heels to her feet, then pulled her long blonde hair back into a ponytail. Mascara, eye shadow, eyeliner, blusher and lipstick added elegance to her face.

My gorgeous twin did a twirl for me. "How do I look?"

"Like sex on a stick."

She giggled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"Last week you were worried about going out without a bra," I reminded her. "Now you're going without panties too."

"Your sister is growing up fast," she replied and gave me a quick kiss.

She left the house in her usual stealthy manner.

At two in the morning I woke and guessed that my sister must be home. A couple of minutes later, Hannah silently entered my room.

Seeing that I was awake, she hopped on the bed and knelt looking down at me. She whispered excitedly, "Oh my God, Brian! Professor Morris invited two other professors to his house tonight and they both brought girlfriends who are students!"

"What?!"

"I know! It's insane, right? And get this, the other girls were wearing the same red slip dress as me! And none of us had on underwear," she reported. "Professor Reed brought Alice Perkins, you know her. She's gaga about him. Professor Wright brought a black girl named Charity. She's a senior and hot as fuck."

"The married professors get together to show off their coed conquests?" I asked. It was mind-blowing.

"Uh huh, although technically Professor Wright is separated from his wife," she confirmed.

"Why are you wearing a collar?"

"Oh, I forgot about that," she said. Her right hand raised to touch the black leather collar around her neck. "Professor Reed had a collar and chain on Alice, and he gave them to the other professors to put on us too. Alice told us she's been wearing a collar since she wore one with her Princess Leia costume at Halloween. She loves it."

"Do you like wearing a collar, Hannah?" I asked.

She blushed and nodded. "It's hot. A couple of times at the party Professor Morris pulled on my chain to draw me to him for a kiss in front of the others."

"You have a submissive streak."

"I think so, yeah."

"Where's your chain?"

"Morris has it."

"I wish I had a chain to attach to your collar right now," I told her.

My sister bit her lower lip and trembled with desire.

"Morris didn't swap you, did he?"

She shook her head. "It wasn't like that. We had cocktails and danced some, but the professors stayed with their own girls."

"Did you fuck Morris?"

She nodded and grinned.

"In front of the others?"

"No! There were bedrooms for everyone. He wanted me to spend the night, but I wanted to come home and tell you about it."

I got up on my knees, letting the sheet fall away from my hard cock. I reached out and pushed two fingers under her leather collar. I gave it a little tug that dragged her face to mine. Our lips met. "Take off that dress." I let go of her collar and used both hands to lift the hem of her short dress.

Her eyes never left mine as she raised her arms so I could lift the dress over her head and toss it on the floor.

I put one hand behind her head and one around her waist. My strong arms pulled us against each other. Our kiss resumed. My straining cock rubbed her belly.

My hand took one of hers and brought it between us to my cock. Her fingers wrapped around me without prompting.

"Did you make Morris wear a condom?" I asked.

She nodded. "Always. He really hates it."

Tough shit, I thought. I eased two fingers into my sister's wet, warm quim, glad that I wouldn't encounter the professor's spunk.

"Nnnnn," Hannah whined. Her other hand joined the first on my cock and they slowly jacked me.

I leaned in to capture her lips again, this time with hunger.

My fingers found her g-spot, making her jump. My thumb pressed her clit and she was really jolted. Her hips bucked and her hands flew up and down my cock.

We were super-excited so we peaked in no time. Hannah squealed and her pussy clenched on my fingers. Her whole body shook.

That pushed me over the edge too. My hips thrust and I shot four streams that splashed her breasts and stomach.

We stared at each other as we caught our breath.

Her hands left my cock and began to smear my cum all over her tits and tummy. Her eyes were half-lidded. "You're a very naughty brother," she told me.

"If I was really naughty, I'd push you down and fuck you right now."

I could see her shiver slightly at my words. "I'm not ready for that... yet."

I smiled. "I can be patient."

My sister grinned and dove in for another kiss. Her cummy tits pressed against my chest. "Goodnight, Brian," she whispered in my ear before bouncing out of my bed.

"Goodnight, Hannah," I replied. I quickly fell asleep and dreamed of her all night.

Regardless of how much Hannah was enjoying her affair, I'd had it with Professor Morris and his bullshit. So the next morning I tracked down his wife's contact information. I created a new G-mail account and sent her an anonymous email describing how her husband was sleeping with a young student every Tuesday and Wednesday night while she was out of town.

The wives of Professor Reed and Professor Wright received email too.

That afternoon I was reading in my room when my sister hurried in. She looked shaken so I stood and hugged her. She clung to me. "What's wrong?" I asked, although I had a good idea.

"His wife knows," she said.

"Uh oh," I said. "Did she confront you?" I didn't give the wife Hannah's name in the email.

She shook her head. "He says she doesn't know my name, but we have to break up anyway. He says he can't take any chances for a while."

For a while. What a prick, I thought. "It's a good thing it was just a fling and you don't have feelings for him."

"Yeah," she agreed without conviction.

I was glad that I'd nipped the affair in the bud before she became any more attached to that bastard.

The next evening, Hannah came into my room while I was studying. She looked at me speculatively for a long moment, then marched over to me and planted a firm kiss on my lips.

"What was that for?" I inquired.

Instead of answering, she asked, "Were you the one that told Professor Morris' wife?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"I thought so. You were worried about me, weren't you?"

"Yes."

She sat on my lap and kissed me again. "Thank you," she whispered. "I'm lucky I have a brother who looks out for me."

"You're welcome. I couldn't stand the thought of you with an asshole like him."

Hannah grinned and kissed me a third time. "I like that you're possessive."

"I don't know if I'd call it possessive."

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"Pfft," she scoffed. "Don't be embarrassed to admit it. I feel the same way about you."

That seemed unlikely and I raised an eyebrow. "You do?"

My twin nodded. "I get jealous when you go out with Beth," she confessed.

My mind boggled. "Huh," was all I could say.

"Yeah, huh," Hannah replied with a smirk. She kissed me a final time and sashayed out of my room with a swing in her hips.

Mom, Hannah and I always shared a family Sunday dinner. On this Sunday, Mom invited a guest.

"Kids, have you met Professor Wright?" Mom asked. She still called us 'kids' sometimes. "Michael, these are my children Hannah and Brian."

I recognized Wright's name from my sister's description of the little party at Professor Morris' house. Hannah looked spooked for a moment.

Wright smirked and said, "Delighted to meet you." He barely glanced at me. Hannah blushed under his intense gaze.

The professor was nearly as tall as me, but he had that metro-sexual look. Well groomed and overdressed in an expensive suit.

Mom told us she and the Professor knew each other from the country club. They shared a couple of golfing stories, then Mom said, "Brian, mix drinks for everyone, please, while I get dinner on the table."

While Mom finished preparing dinner and I mixed drinks, Professor Wright and Hannah talked in the living room. They stood close together and spoke too softly for us to hear, although we could see them from the kitchen. They both grinned ear-to-ear, so I guessed they were talking about the party at Professor Morris' house. Hannah giggled and put her hand on Wright's arm.

At first, Mom appeared to be puzzled by the overly familiar behavior of Wright and Hannah. Her attitude quickly turned to annoyance.

"Mom, maybe it's time for Hannah and me to get an apartment near campus," I suggested with my voice low so the others wouldn't hear. "It would give you the privacy you deserve, and we could walk to class."

Mom looked at me and I saw the wheels in her mind turning. She liked having us at home and had refused to rent us an apartment saying it was a waste of money. But if Mom planned to date Wright, there was a reason to want Hannah out of the house. After a long moment, Mom smiled and nodded. "I think you're right, Brian," she agreed. "It will be good for the two of you to have some more independence, and my business is doing well so the cost isn't a big deal."

Professor Wright mostly focused on Mom during dinner, but his attention drifted to Hannah often enough that Mom's annoyance was kept on a low burn.

A couple of days later, Hannah and I drove to see the first apartment on our list and she asked, "Why did Mom suddenly change her mind about renting us an apartment?"

"Why do you think?" I replied. My twin sister wasn't stupid. She had to know.

"She wants me away from Professor Wright," she stated, proving me right.

"Yep."

"I wasn't going to fuck him, Brian."

"Maybe not," I said, "but he clearly wants to fuck you and you made it look like you want to fuck him."

"Is Mom mad at me?"

"She ain't happy."

"Are you mad at me?" she asked with concern.

"We finally get to have our own apartment so it's hard to be too mad."

"So you're okay with having a slutty sister if you get something out of it," she pouted.

"You said it, not me."

Hannah silently sulked for a bit. "I think you're jealous."

"Damn right I'm jealous," I admitted. "You've been sleeping with that dweeb Ted for months, you fucked that idiot Morris, and you flirted with that asshole Wright! None of them are good enough for you, Hannah."

"And you are?!?" she asked, pissed off by my summary of her recent sex life.

"I'm a lot better than those three! I mean, what the fuck are you doing?"

We hardly said a word while we looked at apartments. The third one we viewed was a winner. It was a two-bedroom apartment in a new glass-and-steel tower close to the university. It featured floor-to-ceiling windows and chic modern style.

When we were back home, Hannah came into my room, hugged me, and said, "I don't like fighting with you."

"Me neither," I agreed.

She silently held me for a minute. "I'm sorry that I disappoint you," she sincerely said.

"I guess it's not fair that I don't think any man is good enough for you," I admitted.

"Not even you?" she teased.

"I'm the exception."

She giggled. "Of course you are."

We quickly moved into our new apartment. When the last of our stuff was in, I took off my clothes.

"Brian, what are you doing?" Hannah asked.

"Getting naked. Isn't that what people do when they have their own place?"

"I don't think so."

"Come on, give it a try," I urged. I tugged on her t-shirt and she raised her arms with no resistance. I pulled it off over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her bra quickly followed.

"You're so bad," Hannah giggled while I removed her jeans and panties.

I relaxed in a chair, legs spread wide and cock sticking up like a flagpole. "Here we are, alone at last in our new apartment," I said. "What shall we do to celebrate?"

"Eat ice cream?" she joked. Her eyes locked on my cock and she tugged her nipples.

"We could have ice cream... or you could blow me," I suggested.

My twin giggled. "Those are my two choices?"

I nodded. "And our freezer is empty so ice cream isn't really an option."

"I wouldn't mind sucking your dick," she confessed. "It's really thick and I've been wondering what that's like. Does that make me a sicko?"

"Nah. It's a normal reaction to having a big, healthy, hard cock waved in front of you."

Hannah knelt between my legs and grasped my cock with both hands. It throbbed in her grip. "You're my twin brother," she said. "I shouldn't do it."

"There's nobody in the world safer than me for you to experiment with, Hannah."

She thought about that, then nodded and leaned forward. Her angelic lips stretched around the head of my fat cock. Her head bobbed on a few inches and her hands jacked the rest.

My twin sister's blue eyes looked up at me and I could tell she was smiling even though her mouth was full of cock. That was fucking thrilling.

Her lips popped free and kissed down the length of it. Then her tongue dragged up to the top. "Has anyone taken this monster in their throat?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Most girls won't even try."

"I want to try sometime. I'm pretty good at it," she informed me with a grin.

For a split second I wondered who she'd deep-throated, but I quickly banished that from my mind.

She spent a few minutes enthusiastically sucking and lavishing me with her tongue.

All too soon I groaned, "God, Hannah! I'm gonna pop!"

My twin looked up at me in surprise.

"What do you expect? You're fucking awesome!" I moaned.

She liked that. Her mouth clamped down and her hand cupped my balls.

"Fuuuuuck," I groaned. My glutes flexed and I pumped a load into her receptive mouth.

Her hands and lips coaxed the last of it from me, then her tongue made sure I was clean. With a wicked grin, Hannah stuck out her tongue to prove she swallowed.

"You are 100 percent minx," I kidded.

My sexy twin sat on the sofa and spread her legs. She grinned and urged, "Now you do me."

I knelt between those luscious long legs and kissed a trail along her right inner thigh. "You're the sexiest girl in the world," I told her between kisses.

She tilted her head and asked, "Sexier than Jennifer Lawrence?"

I nodded and switched to planting kisses on her left inner thigh. She shivered with excitement.

"Sexier than Margot Robbie?" she asked. "Scarlett Johansson?"

"Yep."

"I think you might be biased."

"Why?"

"Because I'm your twin sister and I sucked your dick."

I chuckled. "I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world long before you sucked my dick."

"If I'm so pretty, why are you talking instead of licking my kitty?"

That was a good point, so I dutifully kissed and lightly licked all around her pussy. The edge of my lips teased her clit.

"Oh my god," Hannah moaned.

Very slowly my wide, relaxed, flat tongue dragged from the bottom of her pussy lips to the top and passed over her clit. She squirmed in appreciation. I lifted my tongue and started again from the bottom, very slowly. I used as little pressure as possible.

I must have been doing it right because her breathing sped up and she made little moans and groans. After several excruciatingly slow licks, tension built in her body.

My twin suddenly grasped my head and held me with my tongue pressed on her clit. "Brian!" she gasped. Her hips thrust to eke out extra stimulation, and she toppled over the edge into orgasm.

Her hands firmly held my head in place until her tremors passed. When she released me, I arranged her length-wise on the sofa and stretched out by her side. We held each other and kissed.

"You're good at that," she complimented.

"Thank you. You are too." More than anything, I wanted to fuck her brains out. But she hadn't told me she was ready yet, and I was determined to remain patient.

On the first Friday evening in our new apartment, I watched Hannah get ready to go out with Ted the dweeb. As usual I was naked and idly stroking my erect cock. "What are you and Ted doing tonight?" I asked.

"We're going to some superhero movie," she answered without enthusiasm. "What about you and Beth?"

"The captain of the soccer team is throwing a party for everyone on the team," I replied. "It should be a good time. They're a fun bunch of girls."

My girlfriend Beth was 6'4" tall, a couple of inches taller than me. Now you know why Hannah called her a "giantess". She was the starting goalkeeper for the university's soccer team, and she was as fit as you'd expect a highly trained athlete to be. But she wasn't some kind of a brute. Her hefty tits were proportional to her extreme height and her waist was absurdly narrow. She didn't care that some people gawked at her like she was a freak. Her self-confidence was born of being a smart woman and a successful athlete.

"Are her teammates mostly lesbians?" my sister asked.

"About half are, but they don't mind partying with heterosexuals."

Hannah finished dressing by putting on a pink t-shirt. Then she walked over to me, sat sideways on my lap, and rested her head on my shoulder.

"You don't seem very excited about going out tonight," I observed.

"I'm not. I don't like superhero movies."

I ran my fingers through her blonde hair. She lifted her head so she could bring her lips to mine. The kiss lingered and our tongues danced.

"Let's call Beth and Ted and cancel our dates," I murmured between kisses.

My thoughtful twin sighed. "That would be rude."

"So?"

She shook her head. "You're terrible."

"It's terrible to want to stay home with my sister?" I kissed her long neck.

"Yes," she replied but with a smile. We kissed again.

The doorbell rang. "That must be good old Ted," I grumbled. "Are you bringing him back here after the movie?"

She nodded. "Is that okay?"

"Sure," I answered although I wanted to say no. "I'm going to bring Beth here after the party too."

"I figured. It will be interesting to have them both here at the same time."

I hustled into my room before Hannah opened the door for Ted.

The soccer team party was a blast, and Beth and I were happily drunk when we walked back to the apartment.

"Hannah!" Beth exclaimed when we walked in and saw my sister. "Long time no see!" Hannah and Ted were hanging out in the living room. The girls hugged.

"I know," Hannah agreed. "Hopefully I'll see you more now that Brian and I have this apartment. Have you met my boyfriend Ted?"

"Nice to meet you, Ted." Beth shook his hand. I could tell she was appraising the dweeb and found him lacking. I almost laughed.

Ted was wide-eyed from being so close to the tall Amazon-like woman. "I'm a big fan," he told her. "I think you should be all-SEC goalkeeper this season."

"Thanks. I've got a shot at it," Beth replied.

After chatting for a bit, Hannah and Ted went to her room and Beth joined me in the privacy of my room. She asked, "Why the fuck is your sister with that guy?!"

I laughed. "Nobody understands it."

"The girl needs to raise her standards," Beth noted as she let me work her tight dress up her body and off over her head. "She could have any guy in the city and probably half the women would like a shot at her too."

"Including you."

"Absolutely," Beth admitted as I removed her bra and panties. "Your hard body and big dick are hot, but Hannah is a fucking goddess."

In the morning, Beth and I washed each other in the shower. "A night with you works every last bit of tension out of my body," she purred like a contented kitten.

"We can work out some more tension if you want," I suggested. My cock was getting hard.

"It's tempting, but I'm starving."

We dressed quickly because we could smell bacon and heard my sister and Ted talking in the kitchen.

"Good morning," Hannah cheerfully greeted us. "I'm making pancakes and bacon for everyone." She was standing at the stove and wearing an extra-long t-shirt that served as a nightgown.

"Thank you, Hannah," Beth said. "It smells great. Is there anything I can do to help?" My girlfriend hugged my sister from behind.

Hannah leaned into the hug, pressing her back against Beth's breasts. The tall, strong girl's hands rubbed my twin's tummy. "Thanks, but I think I've got it," Hannah answered as she flipped pancakes.

Ted and I stood there staring at the girls. Beth's overt desire for Hannah was mesmerizing.

Beth took a step back and began to rub Hannah's shoulders. "Aaaa," my sister cooed. "That feels good."

"I took massage lessons," Beth informed her. "Let me give you a rubdown sometime."

"I'd like that," Hannah said. Turning her attention to me and Ted, she said, "Breakfast is ready."

Our guests left soon after breakfast. I saw my sister kiss Ted goodbye and I cringed.

As soon as Ted and Beth were gone, Hannah threw off her nightgown and stripped me too. She pushed me into my favorite living room chair and sat on my lap, straddling my legs and facing me. "Well?" she asked.

"Well what?"

"What do you think? Was it weird having them here at the same time? Talk to me," she said.

"Frankly, it went better than I expected," I admitted. "With our bedrooms on opposite ends of the apartment and having our own bathrooms, I hardly knew you guys were here. Thanks for making breakfast. That was a nice touch." I gave her a quick kiss.

She smiled. "You're welcome."

"That was quite a show you and Beth put on," I commented.

"She's a flirt," Hannah acknowledged. "Did you like watching?"

I nodded. "It was hot. Are you going to take her up on her massage offer?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"She wants to do more than massage me," she said.

"Have you ever been with a girl?"

My sister shook her pretty head. "Nope. Girls don't have what I want."

She initiated another kiss, longer this time. Her round ass rocked slightly on my lap, having the predictable result of stiffening my cock.

"The giantess didn't wear you out last night?" Hannah teased as she rubbed the crack of her bum along the length of my cock.

"She did, but you could raise the dead," I replied.

My sister looked very proud of herself. She dropped to her knees between my legs. Her plump lips stretched over my knob and her eyes looked up into mine.

I couldn't help wondering if Hannah was reclaiming me from my girlfriend.

She sucked for a minute then popped her lips off to say, "I want to try taking you in my throat."

"Be my guest."

Hannah grabbed my hand and hurried me into her bedroom. She laid on her back on the bed with her head hung off the side. She looked up at me and playfully licked her lips.

I recognized that position. It was a deep-throat enabler. "I feel like I should remind you that nobody has been able to deep-throat my fat dick."

"I want to try."

I was happy to let her.

She wrapped both hands around my cock and guided me into her upside down mouth. Her hands pulled me in until the wide tip hit the entrance to her throat. She coughed and pulled back.

Again she pulled me in. "Gakk akkk," she gagged. She backed it out.

Her expression changed to pure determination. She angled her head all the way back and pulled me deep into her mouth one more time. She only slightly gagged, then a miracle happened and my cock slid into her throat.

Hannah's hands moved to my hips to urge me to push fully forward. I did until her lips hit bottom. It was my first time in a throat. It was a wet, tight fit but didn't have the muscular squeeze of a good pussy. Regardless, it was electrifying to be buried in my twin's face.

"Hmmm," my sister hummed around my cock, sending a thrill up my spine.

I stood there, grinding and slightly twisting my cock in her throat. It distended her neck which looked fucking nuts.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded and that felt great. Her nostrils flared to let me know she was breathing fine.

Her hands grabbed mine and guided them to the sides of her head. The invitation was unmistakable: fuck her throat.

I slowly drew back, careful to not let my knob come past the troublesome entrance to her throat, then I eased my full length back in. My sister's eyes lit up and she lightly trembled with excitement.

Slowly and carefully I slid back and forth in her throat. I was really afraid of hurting her. "Are you sure you're okay?" I anxiously inquired.

In answer, Hannah reached behind me to grasp my ass-cheeks and pull me toward her.

I chuckled. "Well, okay then." Her hands urged me to fuck her skull faster, but I just couldn't. Not to her. I continued at my slow and gentle pace.

The feel of that slick throat and her hands clasping my butt brought me to my peak. "I'm gonna come," I gasped.

Hannah immediately pulled hard to fully shove me down her neck.

"Fuuuuuck!" I groaned.

I shuddered and streamed jets directly down her pipes. My legs wobbled with the force of it. When the aftershocks passed, I reluctantly withdrew.

My twin jumped off the bed into my arms. She coughed and cleared her throat a couple of times, then triumphantly proclaimed, "I knew I could do it!"

"You are a fucking miracle worker."

"Thank you. You can be rougher, you know." She grinned and added, "That's the way I like it, brother dear."

"I could tell, but I didn't want to hurt you."

"That's nice but I was fine. I love it when a man grabs my head and fucks my throat. Just takes control and uses me, you know?"

"You definitely have a submissive streak, Hannah."

She nodded. "I know. I wish Ted would take control more."

"Did Morris do that for you?"

My sister smirked. "He wasn't shy about taking what he wanted." She tilted her head and looked at me like she expected something. If she did, I had no idea what it was.

"What?" I asked.

Her naughty smirk changed to a sweet smile. "Nothing," she replied and kissed me.

"I feel like I'm missing something here."

Hannah giggled and rubbed her hard nipples on my bare chest. "Don't worry about it, brother dear. What are you doing today?"

"Riding trails at Baker Creek with some of the guys," I told her. Mountain biking there was always great and I was excited to go. "What about you?"

"Going to the farmers market with Jill and Amber. We're gonna do some shopping after that."

After more hugs and kisses we went our separate ways for the day.

It was past 5 o'clock in the afternoon when I got home from my ride, and Hannah was waiting for me. "Look what I bought," she happily chirped and posed to model new pastel pink leggings and sports bra. "Isn't it cute?"

"Very cute," I agreed, then added, "and hot as fuck." The leggings and sports bra were skin-tight of course, and on my sister that meant it looked hot.

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She beamed. "I knew you'd like it."

"I definitely do." I headed toward my room to get a shower.

"Where are you going?" Hannah asked.

"To shower. I'm sweaty and I stink."

"But you haven't kissed me. You always kiss me when you come home."

"I stink," I repeated.

"Come here, you," she ordered.

We embraced, with her arms coiled around my neck. Her face buried in the crook of my neck and she placed little kisses there, one after another. Her left leg lifted and her bare foot slid up the back of my calf. My hands dropped to her butt-cheeks and squeezed.

"Mmmm," she purred.

Her lips smooched their way up my neck and across my jaw. Our lips barely touched in feather-light kisses.

"You don't stink. You smell like a man," she told me. "I like it."

"A stinky man," I chuckled.

"If you're so desperate for a shower, let's shower together," she suggested.

I knew a good idea when I heard one. I scooped her off her feet and carried her into my bedroom. I set her on her feet and said, "Strip for me."

My twin likes it when I tell her what to do, so she grinned and slowly peeled herself out of her tight sports bra and leggings. I flung my own sweaty clothes across the room, then grasped her hand and dragged her into my en suite bathroom.

Hannah teased, "You really like the idea of showering with me!"

I turned on the shower, guided her in, pulled her against me and practically growled, "You drive me crazy. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything."

Her face flushed and her eyes dilated. "I know," she simply replied. She leaned in to kiss my chest, then knelt to kiss my abs and bellybutton.

Both of her hands grabbed the base of my stiffening cock. Her plump lips kissed the tip three times, then she stuck out her tongue and licked all over the head. The shower spray soaked her long blonde hair.

"God, Hannah," I moaned.

She stopped toying with my cock and looked up at me. "Am I better at sucking dick than Beth?"

"Oh, hell yes."

She grinned. "Why? What makes me better?"

"She does it because I like it, but she doesn't really like it," I admitted. "But you act like my cock is your favorite toy, so that's a lot better."

My twin exclaimed, "It is my favorite toy!" She gobbled a few inches of me into her mouth. Her eyes didn't leave mine.

There was no chance of deep-throating from this angle. Her head happily bobbed, bouncing her lips and tongue up and down a few inches of my cock.

I concentrated to stop myself from cumming quickly, but my hot sister sucking me was too exciting to hold off for long.

After a couple minutes of bliss, I remembered what she'd told me about liking it rough. So I grabbed her head and used it to jack off.

Hannah's eyes lit up with excitement as she let me take complete control. Her right hand dropped between her legs to frig her clit. My abuse of her sweet mouth turned us both on.

I pumped her skull with rapid, short strokes. "Jesus, Hannah!" I yelped. "Fuck!" I felt my whole body tense in that familiar way, and I shot streams of cum. My sister eagerly gulped them down.

Euphoria blossomed in my brain and I slumped against the shower wall, exhausted.

Hannah stood, rinsed her mouth with the shower water, then pressed the full length of her luscious body against mine. "I liked that," she told me with a smile.

"Me too," I agreed and chuckled. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Of course not," she assured me. "Stop being such a worry wart. I'm not fragile."

I just nodded. I was still riding a wave of endorphins.

She gave me a quick kiss, then stepped back. She squirted bath gel in her hands and began to use those dainty little hands to wash me, starting with my chest. After thoroughly washing that, her hands moved to my abs.

"You're gorgeous," she murmured.

"No, you're gorgeous," I corrected.

Hannah smiled. "We're both easy on the eyes," she conceded. "I love your muscles."

I squirted bath gel in my hands too, and we worshiped each other with fingers and palms. There was no need to talk.

We finished washing our fronts and she turned me around. Her soapy hands caressed my broad back. When her fingers slid between my ass cheeks, I jumped and she giggled.

She finished with me and I turned her around to do her back. Her tight little butt was simply magnificent and I took my time kneading it. She squirmed with delight.

We rinsed off the last of the suds, then toweled each other dry between sharing several kisses. I backed her into the bedroom and landed on top of her on the bed.

I burned to fuck her... but she hadn't told me she was ready. So I did the next best thing. I pushed her legs wide and stuck my face between those sleek pegs, eager to repay her for sucking my cock.

Hannah glanced at the clock and said, "I don't know if we have time. Ted will be here soon."

I ignored her and kissed the inside of her thighs. My tongue spread wide and I dragged it up her pussy.

"Briiiiiiiian," she whined.

"Hush," I admonished. "You did me so I'm gonna do you."

I dragged my tongue along her gash again, but then decided to get down to serious business since we were short on time. The tip of my tongue nudged the hood off her clit and flicked it.

"Oh! Shit!" she gasped. Her hips bucked and she grabbed my head. My tongue flicked and circled her sensitive nubbin over and over. "Brian! Fuck!" she yelled and tried to push my head away, but I held my place.

She was primed from our play in the shower, so it didn't take a lot to push her over the edge. Suddenly her hands switched from trying to push me away to pulling me in tight. Her thighs tried to squash my head between them. Her body shook.

Her tremors passed after a minute and her thighs released me from their vise grip. My twin's breath slowly calmed and her fingers ran through my hair.

The front doorbell rang and Hannah instantly sat up. "Shit!" she exclaimed. "Ted's here! Go tell him I'm running late." She dashed to her room.

I wiped my face and pulled on pants and a shirt.

When I opened the door for Ted, he wasn't overly glad to see me. He knew I thought he wasn't good enough for my sister. "Hi, Ted. Come on in. Hannah's running late."

He came in and we awkwardly stood in the living room. I looked at him and tried to figure out what attracted my hot sister. I got nothing. To me he was a weak, skinny dweeb. My physical presence obviously intimidated him.

I felt an urge to tell the dweeb that I'd just licked his girlfriend to orgasm. Instead I asked, "Want a drink? I have some Widow Jane 10 year bourbon and it's awesome shit."

When my sister entered the room about 15 minutes later, Ted's face was scrunched up and his whole body shuddered in revulsion. That was his reaction to every sip of bourbon.

I laughed. "Christ, Ted. I've never seen such severe response to fine bourbon."

He shook his head. "It's not the drink for me," he admitted.

"No kidding," I replied and laughed again.

Hannah frowned and inquired, "What are y'all up to?"

"Your brother let me try his bourbon. I hate it," Ted replied.

I rolled my eyes.

Hannah told Ted, "I'll drive since you're already liquored up." He followed her out the door like a docile puppy.

At 10 o'clock the next morning my sister walked into our apartment. I was sitting in the living room. She sat beside me.

"Have a nice night?" I asked politely.

She shook her head. "The party was nerdy and boring, and Ted got so drunk I could barely get him to his bed."

"Ouch. That sounds awful," I said in sympathy.

"I think he drank so much because he was trying to prove he could handle it after he couldn't drink your bourbon."

"I was trying to be nice by offering it to him," I defended myself.

She sighed, "I know. Thanks for making the effort for me," she said, emotion choking her words. Tears formed in her blue eyes. "Sorry. It's been a long night."

"I understand," I told her and wrapped her up in my arms.

"How was your night?" she sniffled.

"Beth canceled at the last minute. She wasn't feeling well."

"Bummer," she commiserated.

"The evening wasn't all bad. Licking you to orgasm was great."

That got her to smile. "For me especially."

I pulled her on to my lap, facing me. I brushed my lips across hers. She responded by putting a hand behind my head and pulling us into a long, soft kiss.

And just like that we picked up where we left off before our disappointing dates.

My hands got under her t-shirt and lifted it up her body. She raised her arms to allow me to remove it completely. The bra had to go next. I unhooked it and tossed it aside.

Hannah brought a big red nipple to my lips. I suckled and she gasped, "Ah, ahhh." When that nipple was engorged and erect, I did the same to the other. She panted and stroked my head.

I dragged her tight jeans and panties off and my twin's naked body melted against mine.

She whispered in my ear, "Why haven't we made love yet?"

"What?"

She looked in my eyes and grinned. "You heard me. Why haven't we made love yet?"

"I thought you weren't ready."

She touched the tip of her nose to mine and teased, "You're such a dope. I'm very very ready."

I stared wide-eyed and my heart raced. "Christ."

Hannah giggled. "I thought you'd jump me the minute we moved in here."

"I wanted to."

"Good. Take me to bed, Brian."

I scooped my sister into my arms and carried her to my bedroom.

I laid her on the bed and crawled on top like a prowling tiger. My weight eased down. Her arms and legs wrapped around me.

"Do I need a condom?" I inquired.

Hannah shook her pretty head and assured me, "I'm on the pill." Then she bit her lower lip and smirked. "Ted always wears one anyway."

"For fucks sake, why?"

"He's obsessive compulsive about condoms. Extra protection he says."

What a loser, I thought. "Has he ever cum in you?" I asked.

She shook her head again.

"I will," I promised and my cock swelled. It was trapped between our bodies. I rocked back and forth to drag the thickness of it along her pussy lips.

Her eyes dilated and her nether lips were already getting wet. Her arms and legs squeezed me tighter.

I kissed her and she responded with fevered passion. She wasn't kidding when she said she was very ready.

For a few minutes we kissed and rubbed each other until Hannah begged, "Please, Brian."

I did a push-up to lift my chest away from her. We both looked between us to watch my cock.

I drew back so my cockhead could nudge her opening. My sister's hand shot in there to guide me home.

The head parted her lips and I felt like singing hallelujah!

Hannah's face flushed and she smiled up at me for a moment but her eyes instantly returned to watching my cock inch in. "Ohh... uhn... oh shit," she gasped when a couple inches wedged in. Then she surprised me by giggling, "Are you sure that fat thing will go in?"

"I'm sure," I told her. "Does it hurt?"

She shook her head. "No, but it's stretching me. I've never felt anything like it!"

I leaned down to kiss her and promised, "I'll go slow." I twisted my cock a bit and applied just enough pressure to part her walls another inch.

"Jesussssss," she hissed, then giggled again. "It's so much!"

"But you want it, right?"

"God yes! Gimme!"

It was my turn to laugh. I eased my weight back onto the full length of her and we kissed again with passion. My cock didn't advance any farther yet; there was no hurry.

Hannah's nails lightly scratched my back while our tongues tangled. When her hips began to rock beneath me, I knew for certain she was eager for more.

Our lips remained locked in a kiss while my cock gradually buried itself. "Mmm hmm mmm" she moaned into my mouth.

"That's all of it," I finally whispered. My arms extended to lift my chest away from her again and we both stared between us. I was truly buried. The base of my cock was tight against her pussy lips.

Her eyes went wide with wonder at what we'd done. She bit her bottom lip and tentatively squirmed and twisted to get used to the feeling of me in her. "It's so..." she began but failed to find words. "So freaking awesome," she finally exclaimed and giggled again.

I laughed. "You're adorable," I praised and lowered my weight onto her again. The kissing resumed.

I didn't begin rutting, but our crotches ground together.

I'd fucked several girls, but none were anything like this. I was intensely aware of every millimeter of her pussy clenched around my fat cock. The energy of our connection coursed through us.

Slowly my cock drew back until only the head remained inside Hannah's clinging nether lips. Her natural lubricants had greased my pole so when I applied pressure it surged in smoothly.

"Briiiiian!" my horny twin groaned. Her head lolled side to side.

I put a hand on her chin and made her look me in the eye. She blushed and blinked a couple times but didn't look away. We stared into each others eyes while my cock gently churned her insides by gliding in and out.

"We're doing it," I whispered.

"I've wanted to for a long time," she confessed. Her hands clutched at my shoulders. She smiled and I let go of her chin. Her eyes remained locked with mine. "It's so comfortable doing this with you," she observed. "No first time nerves."

I kissed her again. Her arms cinched around my neck and her legs around my thighs.

We became the proverbial two-backed beast, working in tandem to pump her grasping pussy with my fat cock. Our rutting picked up speed.

Hannah's head rolled back, breaking our lip lock. I bit her right ear lobe. She whimpered and held me tighter.

Skin slick with sweat and humping desperately, I ached to jam my entire body up into my gorgeous fucking twin. She writhed under me, just as frantic to merge with me.

"Gonna cum!" she gasped.

Her back arched. Her arms and legs squeezed me like steel bands. A burst of wet heat surrounded my cock.

Hannah's orgasm triggered mine. My ass clenched and I jetted streams deep into her. An electric charge zipped up my spine. Endorphins flooded my brain and it felt like the top of my head might lift off.

It took a minute for my pulsing cock to calm down. The tension in my sister's body eased, but she continued to hold me tight.

I made a move to roll my weight off of her. "Don't," she urged. "Not yet." Her hands slid up my back to tangle in my hair.

"You okay?" I whispered.

"Uh huh," she replied with a grin. "A lot better than okay. How about you?"

"Hell yeah," I affirmed.

That made her giggle. "Your dick is still hard."

"Yep. Ready for round two?"

She nodded and squeezed my stiff cock with her pussy. "Long and slow this time, okay? Make love to me."

I pressed a quick kiss to her lips and began to give her the nice long, slow strokes she wanted.

"Yeah, just like that," she murmured. The look on her face was contented and enraptured.

After a couple minutes her face flushed. The heat and smell of her made me lightheaded with lust but I maintained a steady, measured pace.

Many long minutes passed. Our breath became heavier. Hannah squirmed beneath me. Her hands roamed over my back and arms. Her lips landed light kisses everywhere they could reach. "I love this," she whispered in my ear.

"Me too," I replied.

"I'm close, Brian. Go faster."

My twin's wish was my command. I switched to short, fast strokes to pummel that sweet pussy.

Hannah bent her knees to plant her feet on the mattress and thrust her hips to meet every stroke. Her eyes clenched shut and she bit her lower lip. Suddenly she squealed, "Brian!" Her back arched again lifting me in the air.

Her orgasm immediately pushed me over the brink too. I felt the cum surge up my cock and pumped it into my twin for the second time.

Hannah's strength failed and we crashed to the mattress with a thud. We spasmed and shook against each other while our climaxes passed. We kissed with mad passion.

Eventually my cock softened. She moaned with disappointment when it slipped out. I rolled off her.

We sprawled on my bed, sweat drying on our bodies. "That was even better than I dreamed," she told me.

"You dreamed about us?"

"Every night."

"So why did we wait so long?" I asked.

"I was afraid that if we did it, I might lose you as a brother. Know what I mean? That's not gonna happen, is it?"

"Of course not," I assured her. "You're my twin. You'll always be the most important person in the world to me, no matter what."

Hannah planted a long kiss on my lips. "Thank you," she softly stated. "You're the best twin brother ever."

I woke first in the morning. Light leaking past the edges of the window curtains dimly illuminated the bedroom.

Hannah slept the contented sleep of the well fucked. She was on her back with her hair spread like a blonde halo around her cute face. So fucking pretty! I loved her little nose and her plump cupid-bow lips.

I silently slipped out of bed to take my morning piss. Hannah woke when I came back into the bedroom. "Morning," she murmured with a smile and her whole body stretched like a cat. This thrust her big boobs out and her grin widened when she caught me staring.

I crawled into bed and her arms cinched around my neck. Our lips met with sultry lust. "How do you feel this morning?" I inquired. "Any regrets?"

Hannah shook her pretty head. "Nuh uh. You?"

"Just that we didn't do this sooner."

"Thanks for being so patient. It was worth it in the end, wasn't it?"

"Hell yeah." My cock was hard already and I certainly wasn't feeling patient at that moment.

I abruptly flipped her onto her stomach and she squealed in surprise. I lifted her hips to put her on her knees. She looked back at me wide-eyed, but excitement was written on her face.

"Do you like doggy?" I asked.

My sister emphatically nodded.

"Good. I love it," I replied. One of my big hands gripped her hip and the other guided my cock into its favorite place. A firm shove and I glided right in. Her pussy was still a gooey mess.

"Oooo," she softly moaned.

My hand left my cock to wrap in her long hair and pull her head up. Quickly I built momentum and pummeled my twin with rapid gusto.

Hannah braced her arms in front of her and grunted "Uh uh uh" in time with my strokes.

I hung onto her hips and continued to piston her like a steam engine. Electric charges surged from her pussy to my cock and up my spine.

Once again, my twin's pussy gripped me like a vise and a quaking orgasm shook her body. Her hands clutched at the sheets and she wailed like a banshee, "Aaaaaaaah!"

Her orgasm set mine off, as it always did. I didn't have much left after the previous night but my cock tried to pump like I had an ocean of come available.

A final spasm shook her and she fell limp. She'd passed out!

I laid beside her and held her. In a minute her eyes fluttered and she woke.

"Mmmm," she purred. "Best sex ever."

"The dweeb doesn't make you pass out?" I couldn't resist taunting her.

"Don't call him that," she reflexively muttered. She paused for a moment, then added, "Only you could do that to me."

"A twin thing?"

She happily nodded. "You turned me inside out. Was it good for you too?"

"It was awesome. You're awesome," I replied and sealed my lips to hers.

On Sunday we prepared to go to Mom's house for dinner as usual.

"Don't even think about flirting with Professor Wright again," I warned as I fastened her bra.

"I won't."

I reached around to hold her lace-encased tits in my big hands. "I'm serious. Mom will be watching."

"I said I won't," she insisted. Her back arched to push her breasts harder into my grasp. She looked back at me and my lips captured hers with passion. "I'm not a slut," she murmured.

"I know, but that asshole Wright is going to hit on you. If you don't shut him down right away, Mom will be furious with you."

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She blushed. "I won't do anything to embarrass Mom," she promised. "I'll avoid being alone with Professor Wright."

"Good. Thank you."

Hannah spun around to face me. "Let's make up some excuse and stay here, Brian."

I smiled but shook my head. "Mom looks forward to these dinners all week."

She sighed. "Okay, but will you hint to Mom that we liked it better when her boyfriend wasn't there?"

"Definitely. I don't want her around that asshole anyway." I got an idea and added, "I'll send Mom an anonymous email, the same as I did to the wives of the cheating professors. I don't think she'll want to date a professor who sleeps with students."

My sister finished dressing in jeans and a loose sweater. "Is this non-sexy enough?" she asked.

I grinned. "Everything is sexy on you, but yes that sweater is a good choice."

I'm pleased to report that Hannah was on her best behavior at dinner. She didn't let the professor get her alone, and of course she didn't flirt with him either. He looked disappointed.

We returned to our apartment after Sunday dinner at Mom's and watched TV for a while but there was nothing good on. Hannah yawned and said, "I'm going to bed."

She took a step toward her room, but I stood and grasped her hand to stop her. "Where are you going? Bed is this way," I told her and tugged her toward my room.

My twin's eyebrows raised but she smiled. "That's the way it's going to be, is it?"

I nodded. "I want you in my bed every night. Any objections?"

Her smile widened. "Nope," she replied, then added, "I like the way you're taking charge."

"Good. Get used to it."

A chain for Hannah's collar arrived in the mail. Her eyes dilated and her breath sped up when I buckled her narrow leather collar around her neck and attached the new chain. I gave it a little tug and my twin sister shuddered with submissive lust.

I walked backwards across the room and led her along behind me by the chain. She passively allowed it. Her nipples stood full erect and her tits bobbled with each step she took.

"You are the perfect vision of sexual surrender," I told her.

Hannah smiled. "Are you going to lead me all around the apartment?"

"Yes. I could do this for hours. It's fucking hot."

Her smile turned devilish and she asked, "Are you going to take me outside and walk me on a chain like your pet?"

"That's a great idea," I replied. "We'll do that if we can think of a place where we can be alone."

I yanked the chain to drag her to me, and kissed her hard. Her lips met mine with the same hunger.

A few days later, Hannah nudged me bright and early in the morning. "Wake up, brotherrrrr."

I opened my eyes and saw that she was naked... except for her collar and leash. I smirked and said, "Good morning. Does my little leash slave want to play?"

She trembled with lust and nodded. "Take me someplace where I can be naked on the leash outside," she begged.

My eyes opened wide. "Are you sure?"

"Yes! I did some research on secluded hiking trails, and I found one that sounds great! The description says hardly anyone goes there and it's only an hour drive. Can we go? Please?"

Of course I agreed. Hannah bubbled with excitement and anticipation while we drove to the trail. She was wearing a black tank top, tiny shorts and hiking boots.

The trailhead was down a back road, and the area certainly seemed deserted. We parked and hiked about half the length of the trail while we were both still fully clothed. There was nobody else around.

I stopped and gazed at my hot sister. "This looks like a good spot," I told her.

Hannah grinned and nodded.

I grasped the hem of her tank top and she lifted her arms to let me take it off over her head. Then I tugged down her shorts. She was left in her bra and panties. "Are you sure about this?" I asked to give her a chance to back out.

"I'm sure," she immediately answered. She was practically quivering with exhilaration.

I grinned and removed her bra and panties. She kept the hiking boots to protect her feet. My sister proudly displayed her nudity to me and requested, "Put my leash on, please."

I dutifully buckled the leather collar around her neck and attached the chain leash.

She grinned and bit her lower lip. I tugged the chain and our lips came together for a long kiss.

I broke the kiss and began to walk away. "Come along, pet," I urged. "Let's see what else is on this trail." My sister happily followed behind at the end of the chain.

Security was my main concern. If my gorgeous naked sister was seen by anyone else, the situation could get ugly real fast. I didn't have a gun to bring, but I did have a knife strapped to my belt.

Hannah quietly walked behind me for a few minutes. I looked back and caught her with her arms spread wide gazing up at the tree canopy overhead.

She noticed my attention and said, "The sun and the breeze feel amazing!" She literally skipped to my side, making her breasts bounce. "I love this. Thank you." She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me again.

I grasped her bare ass-cheeks and she squirmed.

"Fuck me, Brian," she whispered in my ear.

I couldn't watch for other people if we fucked, but she was too enticing to resist. My clothes flew off. I put a hand on her shoulder and she immediately dropped to her knees.

Hannah's eyes were bright with mischief and lust as she dragged her tongue up the underside of my quickly stiffening cock. Her plump lips engulfed the head and she began a noisy, slobbery dick-sucking. She purposely hit her throat and made gagging sounds, "Gak! Hahhk!" Drool trickled out of her mouth and down my cock.

All the while, the little minx stared up at me with those bright eyes. She was obviously enjoying the hell out of her sexy show, and I was too of course. It only took me a couple minutes to get rock hard, then I stood my naked twin up and led her to a big rock.

Without prompting, Hannah braced her hands on the rock, bent over and stuck out her ass. She looked back at me and gave her tight butt an inviting shake.

I tested her pussy with two fingers. "Ah!" she gasped. She was wet and more than ready for me.

No point in wasting time. I grasped her hip with one hand and used the other to guide my straining cock an inch into her snatch.

Her back arched and she pushed back, eager for more. She pleaded, "Do it hard like I want it!"

I jerked my hips to jam my cock fully into her in a single hard plunge.

"Nnnh!" she grunted.

My cock twisted, pulled back and rammed forward again. The impact shook my sister's whole body.

"Yessss!" she hissed. "Like that!"

My big hands gripped her hips harder and I tried to pound her like a sledgehammer. Her hair tossed and her pussy grasped at me. "So! Fucking! Hot!" I exclaimed.

The whole experience was overpowering. I was screwing the shit out of my gorgeous twin against a rock in the fucking forest.

I released my grip on her hips so I could lean over her back and grab her big hanging tits. My hands gave them a good squeeze.

Hannah's arms suddenly gave out, and she pitched forward. Only my grip on her boobs prevented her from cracking her skull on the rock. She fell down onto her knees with her face pressed on the ground. I rode her down and my cock stayed fully embedded. "Oooof!" she grunted.

"Fuck! Are you okay?!" I asked with concern.

She looked over her shoulder at me and I saw desperation in her blue eyes. "I'm fine. Don't stop, Brian. I'm almost there!" she begged.

Satisfied that she wasn't injured, I began humping like a big dog. "Fucking like animals in the dirt," I growled happily.

Hannah exploded into orgasm and she howled, "Ooooooooo!" Her pussy clamped down and tremors rocked through her. She couldn't stay on her knees any longer and collapsed fully to the ground. My cock slid out.

I laid by her side. She clung to me and smothered me with kisses.

When she calmed, I teased, "You're a fun fuck."

My twin laughed. "You are too, brother dear." She kissed me then added, "You're still hard. Didn't you come?"

"Not yet."

She pouted. "We always come at the same time."

"Yeah, that must be a twin thing. It doesn't happen with Beth," I told her. "But this time you got off a little too quick for me."

"Sorry."

"No problem. I'm gonna get mine now," I explained. I stood and helped her to her feet. Then I backed her against the rock.

My big hands got under her ass and lifted her right off the ground. Her arms instantly wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist.

"I've never done it standing up like this," she confessed.

"Me neither," I admitted.

I tried to align my cock with her pussy but missed twice. She reached down with one arm to grab my cock while her other hand hung onto my neck. She guided me in.

"Ugh!" Hannah grunted when gravity impaled her on my steel-hard cock in one move.

I used the strength of my arms to hoist her up my cock, then let gravity spear her again and again. Her arms and legs helped us build a hard, fast rhythm. She bounced up and down like a toy.

Her head tossed side to side. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna come again!" she yelped.

I was right with her. I jerked her up and down my cock with short, rapid strokes and it pushed her over the edge. "Briiiiian!" she wailed.

I let loose too, shooting deep in her grasping cunt. We quaked and trembled until our orgasms passed.

Hannah frantically kissed me while we calmed. "Your leash slave loves you, Master," she whispered in my ear.

"I love her too," I concurred and we kissed for a few more minutes.

Eventually my legs tired and cock softened. I eased my sister down onto her shaky legs.

"Your slave is leaking," Hannah giggled. She wiped the drool from her pussy and popped her fingers into her mouth.

"You are the sexiest thing ever," I told her. I shoved two fingers in her snatch and scooped out some of the mess. I presented the fingers to her mouth and her lips eagerly sucked them dry.

"I don't want to go home," my wanton sister sighed. "I want to be your naked leash slave in the forest forever."

"As much as I'd love that, I think you'd get very cold in the winter," I teased.

She playfully pouted. "Can we come back in the spring and summer?"

"Definitely."

My sister reluctantly got dressed, but she kept her collar on and convinced me to lead her by the chain as we walked back the way we came.

When we got home, I headed for the shower. "Nooooo," Hannah whined. "I like you all sweaty and dirty."

I rolled my eyes but smiled. "You are so fucking kinky."

"You love it."

"Yeah I do," I agreed.

We stripped and play wrestled on my bed, our naked bodies glistening with sweat. Her big boobs swayed as I let her roll on top and hold my arms down.

"Now you're in my control, buster!" she teased.

"You're supposed to be the submissive one," I reminded her.

"It's a slave girl revolt!" she exclaimed and laughed. Her breasts pressed down on my chest and she began kissing and licking my neck.

My eyes closed and I enjoyed the feel of her soft slippery body. It was nirvana.

Her lips moved to mine and we shared breath for several minutes while our hands roamed over each other.

"I think I'm too tired to fuck again," she whispered apologetically.

I chuckled. "Me too."

"Your dick is hard," she pointed out.

"It's always hard around you. Doesn't mean I'm not worn out."

"Good," she murmured and returned to kissing me.

A couple of nights later, we were watching TV. Hannah had on a low-neck sweater and I had a view into her cavernous cleavage. It was making me horny as hell. I mean, I'd seen her naked and groped and sucked those tits, but peering into her dark valley got me going.

She caught me looking and smirked. "I'll take off my sweater if you want," she offered.

"No," I replied. "I mean... yeah... naked is always good but... um... can I have a titty-fuck?"

My twin got a puzzled look on her cute face. Then she stifled a laugh. "Really?" she asked. "You can fuck me the real way anytime you want."

"A titty-fuck is different," I tried to explain. "And we haven't done it." I sounded lame even to my own ears.

Hannah shrugged. "Okay. Sure." She straddled my legs facing me, and her hands took mine and guided them to her tits. "I didn't think you were as obsessed with my boobs as most guys are," she teased.

"I wouldn't say I'm obsessed," I replied while gently squeezing her stupendous weighty tits.

"Are they your favorite thing about me?"

"I'm crazy about every part of you."

My twin grinned. "I think you love my boobies the most."

"Your eyes," I said.

"What?"

"Your crazy blue eyes are my favorite. I get lost in those things," I confessed.

That surprised her. She silently stared into my eyes for a long moment. "I like your eyes too," she replied. She leaned in until the tips of our noses touched. "But I still think you like my boobies the best."

"I really want to fuck your tits," I admitted.

Hannah laughed and hopped off my lap. She took my hand and said, "Come on. My boobies are going to give your dick some loving."

In less than a minute, Hannah was on her back in our bed and I was squirting lube between her big tits. I laid my cock in her cleavage. She used her hands to press the soft fleshy mounds around me.

I eased my dick back and forth, enjoying the sensation.

"Does it feel good?" she asked. She was smirking and clearly thought the whole thing was a bit ridiculous.

"Feels great," I answered, "mostly because it's you." I leaned down to kiss her. "Fucking my twin's fantastic boobs."

She rolled her eyes but smiled. Her hands squeezed her tits tighter around me.

The head of my cock poked out from the top of her cleavage on each stroke. Hannah craned her neck and kissed the tip when it appeared. It made her laugh. "It looks funny when it pokes out," she snickered.

I increased my tempo, and my sister made a game of trying to kiss or lick the tip at the top of every stroke. Friction made my cock hotter and I felt an orgasm building.

I brushed my thumbs over her nipples, then lightly pinched them. She squirmed in delight. I upped the ante by giving her nipples a good tug.

"Ah!" my sister gasped.

My cock decided this was a good time to blow. Spunk burned its way up my staff and streamed across Hannah's cute face.

"Eee!" she squealed, then laughed. Her face got plastered.

I squeezed out the last drops. "Well, we can check that off our list of things to try," I chuckled. "I consider it a complete success."

My naughty twin used a finger to swipe spunk off her face. The finger went in her mouth and she sucked it clean with a pop. "I liked when you tugged my nipples," she conceded. "And I always like making you happy."

"Thanks. You're the best," I sincerely told her.

"I know, right?" she giggled. "What else do you want to do that we haven't tried yet?"

"Anal?" I responded hopefully.

Unfortunately Hannah immediately shook her pretty head. "Are you kidding? Your dick is way too fat for that!"

"Aw. I'll be careful and go slow."

Her head shook again. "No. Has any other girl let you stick that big dick in her butt?"

"No," I admitted.

She gently grasped my dick and stroked it. "Think of something else."

"What about you?" I countered. "What fantasies do you have that haven't come true yet?"

Hannah blushed and bit her lower lip. "There is one..." she confessed.

"What is it?"

"I... I want to be tied up in bed... blindfolded," she hesitantly explained.

I grinned. "We can do that."

"Really? You don't think it's weird?"

"No, it's hot. And it fits right in with your leash kink."

My twin blushed deeper red. "I guess so."

"I'll order restraints online."

She smiled and her eyes were bright with anticipation.

It was a Friday evening, which meant my twin was getting ready to go out with the dweeb.

Hannah dropped her towel and draped her arms around my neck. Our naked bodies molded together. "Is Beth better at sex than me?" she asked out of the blue.

"Lord no," I assured her. "Are you jealous?"

"Yes!"

"Don't be. But don't expect me to sit at home while you're out with Ted."

"I know I'm being unreasonable but I hate it. That giant lesbian isn't... she isn't worthy of you!"

I chuckled. "The same way that Ted isn't worthy of you?"

She looked up into my eyes. "I'll dump Ted if you'll dump Beth."

Whoa! "Seriously? I thought he might be the one?"

"Not anymore."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I'd rather be with you, stupid!" she answered. "Ever since we started having sex, Ted hasn't measured up. You're twice the man he is."

"I've been telling you that forever."

She sighed, "I know. Do we have a deal? We dump them tonight?"

I quickly agreed.

"I hope Ted doesn't cry," Hannah said.

My date with Beth was at 8 o'clock. I told her it wasn't working out. She wasn't upset. Heck, she probably headed to a lesbian bar to hit on chicks. I was home by 8:30.

Hannah's date with Ted was also at 8 o'clock. She was back in our apartment at 9. "That was hard," she sadly stated. She sat beside me on the sofa and we hugged.

"Did he cry?" I asked. I hoped he did. Fucking dweeb.

"No, thank God," she replied. "He was shocked, then sad, then a little angry."

"He'll be fine," I told her. "Being with you had to be good for him."

"I guess. He is more confident now."

"I know something that will lift your spirits," I said.

"What?"

"The restraints arrived today. I can tie you up in bed."

Hannah's eyes opened wide and her breath caught in a little gasp. She swallowed hard and asked, "W-when do you want to try it?"

"Right now." I stood and pulled her to her feet. She followed me to our bedroom without a word.

I'd already prepared by attaching the four restraint straps to the legs of our bed. I pulled the other ends out from under the bed and laid them on the sheets.

Hannah was wide-eyed. "I'll be spreadeagled?" she asked anxiously.

"Yep. Each arm and leg cuffed to a strap that's attached to a bed leg."

She cutely bit her lower lip and nodded. "Okay."

We stripped and she laid on the bed with arms and legs spread wide. The straps had velcro cuffs at the end, so it was easy to restrain her. Then I used one of my silk ties to blindfold her.

My hot twin tested the restraints by tugging on them with her arms and legs. She couldn't get free. Her breath sped up and her breasts quickly rose and fell.

"You love this," I observed.

"Yessss," she hissed. She tugged harder against the restraints and her back arched. She was practically panting when she begged, "God, Brian! Don't just leave me like this. Do something!"

I'd also purchased a large feather and hid it in our bedroom. I retrieved it and brushed the soft tip across her left nipple.

"Ah!" she gasped. "Wha..." The feather tantalizingly swirled around the nipple, which quickly stiffened and turned darker red. "Briiiiiian," my sister whined.

"Hush," I admonished. "My little leash slave is now my bed slave. She'll get everything she wants, but she has to be patient."

"Oh god," she moaned.

I brushed the feather across her other nipple and she twisted to try to push against it harder. It swirled and swished, stiffening the nipple and turning it darker red like the other.

I dropped the feather and straddled her body. Firmly I pinched both engorged nipples between my index fingers and thumbs.

"Nnnnn!" she whined.

I pulled and stretched the rubbery nubs. Her hips lifted off the mattress and swayed.

"You like that?" I inquired.

"Goes right to my pussy!" she gasped.

I gently twisted her stretched nipples, and her whole body squirmed. Pleased with her response, I let go and immediately dove my lips onto her right nipple and suckled hard.

"Brian!" Hannah yelped. She struggled against the restraints and her body thrashed desperately.

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I ignored her and switched to suckling the other nipple. I wondered if I could make her come just playing with her tits; she was certainly worked up enough. But after a minute of sucking I became impatient and stopped to pick up the feather again.

This time I brushed the feather over and around her clit, and my sister jerked as if I shocked her with a taser. I guess her nerves were frazzled from the bindings and blindfold. She pulled on the restraints as hard as she could and the bed frame creaked from the strain. "Brian please!" she pleaded.

The tip of the feather teased and tormented Hanna's clit for 5 minutes. She broke out in a sweat, moaning and whining. The touch of the feather wasn't enough to push her into orgasm, but it kept her on the edge. Finally I took pity on her and stopped playing with the feather.

Quickly I aligned my diamond-hard cock with her entrance and buried it to the hilt with one shove.

"Ugh!" she grunted.

I drew back and rammed in again. "Fuck!" she yelped and her hips rose to push against me. I grasped her tits and squeezed. Hannah went nuts beneath me, writhing like an eel.

Three more hard thrusts and my overexcited twin exploded in orgasm. Her back arched and her limbs went rigid. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream.

I steadily fucked her with long strokes through that first orgasm, but not as hard as before. "Briiiiiiian," she groaned when she'd calmed a bit.

"Good slave girl," I praised and leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips melded hungrily with mine. I wanted her to come again, so my hands groped her tits harder and my cock returned to banging hard.

"Oh! Ugh! God!" Hannah grunted in time with my thrusts.

Her second orgasm soon crashed over her. She pulled as hard as she could on the restraints again, and the bed frame creaked louder this time. Her whole body arched.

As she came down from her second successive peak, I whispered in her ear, "One more, bed slave. Come again for me. You can do it."

"Nnnnnnnnn," whined incoherently.

My fat cock continued to piston like a steam engine. My sister was on a hair trigger, so a firm tug on her nipples was all it took to set her off again.

It was a fucking sight to behold. My sweet sister became a sweating, convulsing, out-of-control mess... and the hottest thing I'd ever seen in my life.

My glutes clenched and I pumped streams into her pussy, which had me in a vise-like grip. My brain fuzzed over in ecstasy.

We blissfully rode out our spasms together and my softening cock slipped out. Hannah laid there, limp and exhausted.

I released her legs, and they wrapped around my thighs. I released her arms, and she coiled them around my neck. Her limbs tightened around me like a boa constrictor.

I removed the blindfold. Her eyes were dazed and a bit crazed. One of my hands cradled her head and the other caressed her back. "I've got you," I murmured reassuringly. "You're okay."

Gradually her eyes focused. They looked into mine, then she kissed me urgently.

"Love you love you love you love you," she whispered so softly I barely heard. Her breakup with the dweeb was completely forgotten.

Saturday was a big night: our first official date together.

I sat in Hannah's old room and put my feet up on her bed. She kept her clothes in there for appearance sake, so that was where she prepared for a night out.

"This is one of my favorite things now," my naked twin confessed. She selected a black lace bra, black lace panties, black lace garter belt, and sheer black thigh-high stockings from a drawer.

"Getting dressed with me watching?" I asked.

She nodded. "It's so intimate and I feel like I'm earning your approval. I love that," she explained. "And for some reason it feels domestic too. Like I'm a wife getting ready in front of her husband."

"I love it too," I agreed. "One of the highlights of my week."

Hannah's cute face beamed with happiness and her pale blue eyes gazed at me with love. I had an impulse to have those pink cupid bow lips stretched around my fat cock, but I didn't want to spoil the moment.

Her boobs swayed when she bent over to step into the lace panties. She made a show out of pulling the gossamer thin panties up her long legs and wiggling them over her firm round butt.

She held the big cups of the lace bra to her bountiful boobs and slipped the straps over shoulders. She turned her back and looked over her shoulder at me expectantly.

I hopped to my feet and hooked the back of the fancy bra for her. Then I fastened the garter belt around her waist.

"Sit," I told her. She sat on the bed and I rolled a stocking. She held her leg out without being told, and I unrolled the stocking up her long, firm leg.

"This might be my favorite part of all," she told me. I repeated the process with the other stocking. Hannah stood and I clipped dangling garters to stocking tops.

She selected a familiar little black dress from her closet and stepped into it. She wriggled it past her butt and lifted the straps over her shoulders.

"Is this the same dress you wore to your first date with Professor Morris?" I asked as I zipped the back of the dress for her. The material shaped to her curves beautifully.

She nodded affirmatively. "The lingerie too. I thought it was appropriate since that was the first time you watched and this is our first date."

The dress straps were thin and didn't cover her bra straps. Hannah didn't like that. "I forgot that this is a no-bra dress," she said.

I unzipped the dress as I'd done the first time, and pushed its straps off her shoulders. The top of the dress dropped to her waist. I removed her bra and tossed it on her bed.

The dress straps went back on her shoulders and I zipped the dress again. She examined herself in the mirror and tossed her long blonde hair. "Don't get used to me going bra-less," she warned. "It's for special occasions only. I like to keep my girls under control."

"Noted," I replied, "but I will look forward to the special occasions. Your breasts are breathtaking when they're wild and free."

Hannah giggled. "But you like my lacy bras too, right?"

"That's true. Love your boobs in a fancy bra."

She sat at her makeup table to expertly apply eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipstick. Black high heels and a tiny black purse completed her outfit.

"Do I pass inspection?" she asked as she usually did.

"Perfect," I replied. "Your date is a lucky man."

"Yes he is," she giggled again.

"One more thing," I told her. I fetched a small box I hid in her room earlier.

"A gift?" she asked with excitement.

I nodded. The box held a rhinestone choker. I put the single strand of sparkly rocks around her slender neck and closed the latch at the back. "Wearing a leather collar in public would be crude, so I got you this. Think of it as a sophisticated collar for the most amazing slave girl in the world."

My sister looked at herself in the mirror and both of her hands raised to touch the choker secured around her neck. "I love it!" she gushed.

Hannah planted a kiss on my lips, then my chin, then my neck. She quickly left a trail of kisses down my body until she kissed the length of my hard cock. She adoringly looked up from her knees. "Now that I'm wearing your collar, you have to keep me as your love slave forever."

"Is that a rule?" I asked with a grin.

She nodded. "Everyone knows that."

I dramatically sighed. "Well, then I guess I'm stuck with you."

Hannah stood and gasped, "Stuck with me?!?"

I laughed. "Happily stuck," I amended, "as long as you'll have me."

"Forever," my twin sister committed and she sealed the deal with a fiery kiss.