Emmy Episode 4 Twins

Two weeks later, at lunchtime, they lay together after a hard fuck.

"So your kink is watching lesbians?" She lay in his arms, her back up against him, his cock a soft lump against her ass.

"If that's a kink, yeah. More of a turn on, I think."

"And my ass."

"Your tits, too. And your face, your legs. All of you. But you said you don't do girls, and you won't let me put my finger in your ass."

"You came fucking close to that first time you fucked me. And I have...done girls."

"Sure, when you had a threesome, right?"

"Yeah, but," and she stopped. Her voice was low. "I have a twin sister."

Oh my God, he thought.

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It seemed like they'd gotten no sleep for two days, first celebrating their 18th birthday, then coming home from the senior prom so late, then up in the morning for the drive to the lake cabin. Emmy and her twin sister, Maya, pretended to complain, but it was half-hearted. They took the third row of seats, leaving the second to their brother Paul, a year older, who was looking forward to seeing the girl in the cabin next to theirs.

"Why are you so restless?" Maya asked.

"Nothing."

"Well, take a nap, then. You sure didn't sleep good last night."

"Fine. Neither did you."

But Emmy couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about Jimmy Flores. A football player, slow dancing with her! His shoulders were like rocks. He wasn't all grabby like other boys, but during the slow dances he pulled her close, and his hands rested on the upward curve of her ass, just high enough to keep Mr. Cosgrove from yelling at them. And she felt hardness pressing against her thigh. What was that about? She'd seen her brother naked, but not...erect?

It felt good just thinking about it.

She must have dozed off, because they were there all the sudden, two hours of driving just gone.

After helping mom and dad open the cabin and unpack, Paul went to find his girl, and the twins packed lunches and headed up the mountain behind their property. Half an hour up the hill, they turned off to a glade they'd stopped at often, spread out a ratty old blanket and pulled out their lunches, eating cross-legged in the shade.

"I danced with Jimmy Flores last night," Emmy said.

"Oh, my god, really? He seems so nice."

"He is. And a gentleman, he didn't try to feel me up or anything. But..."

"What about your butt?"

"Stop it. He had a hard-on."

"Well, of course he did." Maya put the last bite of her sandwich in her mouth, licking her fingers as she chewed. "I'd get a hard-on slow dancing with you."

Emmy laughed, which touched off laughter in her twin, as it always did. "I can't imagine you with a hard-on," she said.

"It could be interesting having a penis." Maya stared into space, as if trying to imagine it.

"Have you ever seen one?"

Maya looked sharply at her. "Sure, Paul's. I've walked in on him jerking off."

"No! And you didn't tell me? What did he do?"

"He made me promise not to say anything. He had some girl-girl porn on his computer. Tried to cover himself up and yelled at me."

"Was he big?"

"I don't know. I've never seen another one."

"Jimmy felt big. I think."

"Did he kiss you?"

"No. I wish he had." Emmy tried to imagine his lips against hers, and even his tongue in her mouth. "I don't think I'd know what to do. Paul was watching lesbian stuff?"

"Yeah, he was so interesting in covering up his boner he forgot to turn off his video."

"What were they doing?"

"I don't know. Rubbing each other between the legs. Licking each other down there, too. Kissing breasts and French kissing."

"You just watched it?"

"Better than watching Paul."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the birds and bugs. Emmy felt like there was a bug inside her, buzzing.

"What do you even do when you French kiss?" Emmy asked.

"You use your tongues on each other. You know that."

"But I've never done it. And neither have you."

"You want to?"

Emmy looked at her, mouth open in shock. "Kiss you? Kiss each other?"

"Why not? It's just a kiss. We can see what it feels like. It doesn't mean we're falling in love or anything."

"Like, practice?"

"Sure. And maybe it will calm you down a little." Maya scooted closer to her until her bare leg was under Emmy's bare leg. The girls looked at each other.

"This is weird," Emmy said.

"Yeah. If you don't want to --"

"No." She suddenly wanted to grab Maya's face in her hands. "I mean yes, I want to, I think."

It was Maya who put her hand on Emmy's cheek. It took a moment to sort out where their noses should go, then their lips touched.

Emmy pulled back. "Thought I heard something."

"No, you didn't." She put her mouth to Emmy's again, and her tongue probed lightly against Emmy's lips. Heart pounding, Emmy parted her lips, and their tongues touched.

It was like a jolt of electricity, coursing from her head to the secret spot between her thighs, and she wanted to rub herself, to be back at the dance last night, grinding herself against the hard thing in Jimmy Flores' pants.

Unsure of what to do, she placed one hand on her sister's bare leg and the other on her face, mirroring Maya's touch. It felt incredibly good, their mouths opening and closing, tongues touching, the wet kissing sounds among the birdsong. Emmy pushed Maya down, not breaking their kisses, one knee between Maya's legs, Maya's thigh rising between hers.

"You taste good," Maya said, and put her tongue deep in Emmy's mouth, exploring palette and teeth.

Tentatively, afraid she would go too far and ruin the moment, Emmy squeezed her thighs together. Maya raised her knee, bringing her leg up solidly against Emmy's vulva.

"God, I want to rub --" Emmy gasped.

"Yes."

Maya's arms were tight around her, but they loosened, and her hands were beneath Emmy's unbuttoned flannel shirt, warm on her sides through the thin fabric of her tee shirt. Emmy rocked her hips up and down. It took a moment to find the sweet spot. The sisters kissed again until Emmy came very suddenly, letting out a trilling moan. The orgasm seemed never-ending, just like her first one had.

And just as suddenly she rolled off of Maya, all the way over, her back to her sister, curled into a ball, her face hot and tears running from her eyes.

"Emmy? What's wrong?" Maya knelt over her, pulling her sister back against her.

"We shouldn't have done that." Emmy pulled away, but Maya wrapped her tight in her arms. "We're sisters. It's wrong."

"It's okay. I really think it is. We've always been each other's safe place, right? We're just exploring, right? We won't tell anyone."

Emmy looked up at her, her sight blurred by her tears. "You don't hate me?"

"Why would I hate you?"

"For doing this with each other. Incest."

"No. What we just did is our secret."

"What if we do more?"

"Like what?"

"Like what you saw in Paul's porno?"

"You want to do that?"

"I don't know. I don't know what you saw. I just...I want to rub myself against something, I want to touch bare skin and -- and that orgasm I just had felt incredible."

Maya looked down at her for a long time, and Emmy let her look, let her think, afraid she would say no, afraid she would say yes.

"It's not like we can get each other pregnant," Maya said at last. "We're just trying stuff out."

"We can make each other feel good."

Without saying anything else, Maya tossed aside her flannel shirt and pulled off her tee shirt. Eyes locked with Emmy's, she reached around and unhooked her bra.

Her sister's breasts were utterly familiar to Emmy. She saw them every day, and her own identical breasts in the mirror. But now there was something different about them.

Maya put a finger on her nipple. "Kiss me there."

Emmy did as she was told. It seemed perfectly natural to take hold of the breast as she covered the erect nipple with her lips, kissed it, kissed again, squeezing it a little in her hand. She circled her tongue around the brown areola, then sucked the nipple into her mouth and released it, wet.

"It's so soft," she said, covering Maya's breast with her hand, squeezing it.

"Let me do yours."

Emmy couldn't get out of her shirt and bra fast enough. Maya tried to help but got in the way, and soon she had Emmy's breasts in her hands, her mouth kissing and tonguing and sucking her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her clitoris.

"Does it feel good?" Maya asked, her face pleading for the right answer.

"God, yes." Her hand hovered over the snap at the top of her shorts. "You think I should...?"

In response, Maya unsnapped her own shorts. "We've gone this far. And it's not as easy to rub through all this fabric."

Boots, sock, shorts and underwear joined the shirts. Of course, there was no shame or modesty between the girls, but they were looking at each other differently, suddenly aware of each other's bodies as they'd never been before. Kneeling on the blanket, unsure what to do with each other, they embraced, body to body.

"You want me to show you what those girls were doing to each other in that porno?" Maya asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, lay down."

Maya ran her fingers up and down Emmy's torso and kissed her breast again.

"We already did the boob stuff," Emmy said, pushing her sister's head away. Everything between her thighs was tingling, and she could barely keep her hands away from herself.

"Okay, I'll stop already. Spread your legs."

Under her sister's eyes, Emmy had never felt so exposed, as if her secrets were all being opened up along with her privates.

"You ever look down here in the mirror?" Maya asked.

"No."

"Me either." She touched, hesitantly. "Not really sure --"

"Go ahead," Emmy said, "do what you want. You know what your own feels like, don't you?"

"Of course. Just, seeing it is weird."

Emmy closed her eyes, drinking in the sensation as her sister pulled back her clitoral hood, then her inner lips.

"Wow," Maya said, so close Emmy could feel her breath, "it's weird to see how close your butthole is to your vagina."

Her finger split the inner lips, rubbed up and down from there to her sensitive little button.

"Oh, yes," Emmy gasped. "Did they do this in the video?"

"Yeah, and this. I mean, sorry, can I put my finger in?"

"If you don't, I think I'll scream."

Emmy moaned at the seemingly endless penetration. Maya pulled her finger out, then back in, back and forth, in and out.

"I don't think Jimmy's thing is this skinny," she said, breathless.

"You want me to put another one in?"

"Yeah. Oh, God, that's it. What else did they do?"

"They licked each other."

"Do it, please." Emmy wanted it all. If she couldn't have Jimmy Flores's penis, which she was sure had to be three inches wide and almost a foot long, she wanted Maya's two fingers and her tongue as well.

After a couple of tentative licks, Maya found Emmy's clitoris again. Emmy grabbed her sister's head with both hands, completely lost in the new sensations of fingers up her vagina and a mouth on her clitoris.

"Don't stop," Emmy said as Maya's head popped up from between her thighs.

"I want it, too! Just because Jimmy Flores' thing rubbed against you doesn't mean you get all the fun."

Emmy thought fast. They could just sit there and use their hands on each other, but the feeling of Maya's mouth down there at the same time was an unbelievable rush. How could she give and receive that to Maya without losing it for herself?

Then she remembered something she'd heard from one of the older girls at school. She'd called it a "sixty-nine," and Emmy had the impression it was some way of giving her boyfriend a blowjob at the same time he had his mouth on her.

"Turn around," she said. "Kneel over my face." She helped Maya, who took a few moments to grasp the concept, figure out the position. Now that Maya had done it to her, Emmy didn't hesitate to do the same for her sister, pulling her hips down, probing and pushing with her fingers to establish the territory, then putting two fingers in Maya's tunnel and licking the tiny bud pushing out of its hooded hiding place. There was a tart muskiness, exactly the way Emmy imagined she would taste if she had ever licked her fingers after masturbating.

"Hey, you two, what's going on?"

Paul's voice was like a gunshot. The twins rolled away from each other.

"What are you doing here?" Emmy snarled, grabbing her tee shirt and trying to cover her breasts.

"I asked you first." He came into the glade, eyes fixed on them. Maya hadn't bothered trying to cover herself, as if realizing it was way too late for that.

"Trying to do what I saw on your porno that day," Maya said. "You remember when I caught you jacking off?"

"Yeah, I remember." He looked away for a moment.

"Stay away from us," Maya said.

"Don't worry, little sister. I'm not into incest. Though it looks like you two are."

"We're just...experimenting," Emmy said. She dropped her shirt. He was already getting a full view of Maya, who lounged back on her elbows, legs open, seemingly relaxed, and if he was seeing Maya, there was nothing she had to hide.

"You're not going to say anything, are you?" Maya asked, scowling.

"Not if you let me watch. Just looky, no touchy."

"And jack off?"

"Hell, yes."

Maya looked at Emmy, whose body was tingling again at the thought of their brother watching them.

"We don't even know what we're doing yet," Emmy said, but moved closer to Maya anyway.

"You looked pretty good to me." He pressed a hand to the bulge in his shorts. "I can show you what to do."

"You stay over there," Emmy said. "Tell us what to do."

"Emmy, get on your hands and knees," he said, unzipping his shorts. "Maya, eat her pussy from behind."

"Her what?"

"Her pussy. You know, her thing."

Emmy watched him as she took her position. His penis didn't seem as big as Jimmy's had felt against her thigh last night, his fist around it almost hid its head, but then Maya was nuzzling her back there and she forgot all about her brother's penis for a while.

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He had his cock in his hand, stroking slowly and irregularly, as she finished her story, her cheeks red. He caressed her face, then her side.

"Did he ever fuck you?"

"No, never. I wouldn't have let him. He watched us a couple of other times, which was actually a lot of fun, but Maya and I decided we weren't really that much into girls, so we just quit. We were just a couple of horny girls, figuring out how to get off."

She reached over, pushed his hand away from his cock, and started stroking it. "So my story didn't disgust you?"

"Did you really think it would? Twins having lesbian sex is one of my favorites." He wondered if she was telling the truth, or had made it up to please him. She already knew he liked seeing women fuck each other, and it was hardly a stretch to imagine an interest in twincest. But it didn't matter. "I'll need to leave soon."

"You only brought one condom? What do you want to do?"

"I want to watch you play with yourself."

"Only if you do too. I can't let you leave until you come again."

She stretched over him, making maximum contact, and reached for a little vibrator, pulling it from its charging cable. Instead of pulling herself back over him, she raised herself on her hands and knees, letting him move his hands over her, stroking and pushing at the softness of her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples (which made her cry out a little). Then his hands slid up between her thighs, into the wet center of her, and she moved her hips back and forth, riding his hand, before pulling away. He rose to his knees as she moved over him, burying his face in her pussy from behind, but she only allowed that for a few moments before sitting to his left. Her legs were splayed wide.

She held the vibrator in her left hand and rested her right on the inside of his thigh, right up against his ball sack, as he started stroking himself. As he reached up for her breast, she started breathing heavily, the powerful buzz of the little vibrator already working its magic on her.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" she said, watching him stroke his cock faster and faster.

"I will," he replied, and squeezed her tit.

"I'll bet this will help." And she slid her hand downward from his balls and tickled the edge of his butt hole with one finger. With a groan, he spread his legs wider, inviting her to probe deeper, and she did. A finger pressed hard against his sphincter, penetrating a little.

"Fuck my ass," he gasped. "Fuck me!"

His hand dropped from her breast to her pussy, pushing into her vagina as she was pushing into his butt. He raised his hips, the fresh sensations pressing his orgasm forward, the muscles at the base of his cock pushing fire up the length of his shaft until the white spunk shot out, hitting his upper belly, spilling over him. He grunted at each spasm, coming like a man half his age.

At the same moment, Emmy threw her head back and let out a cry of ecstasy as orgasm overtook her as well.

Soon she crouched beside him, bathing his still-hard cock with her tongue, then licking up the cum off his belly. Finally, she draped herself across him, her breasts mounding against his chest, and kissed him deeply.