****WARNING****
This story contains non consensual sex. This is FICTIONAL and everyone is OVER 18. If you read this story, you have done so at your own discretion.
Twin Venture
Today started out like any other day in the middle of summer. Kirsten was at the dining room table talking away to her friend Suzanna on the phone, while her twin brother Kisten was still sleeping the morning away in his bed. They both had dark brown hair, hazel eyes and soft creamy skin. There, the similarities ended. Kisten was close to 6'2" and Kirsten stood at 5'7". Kisten was the quarterback of the football team and was on a full ride scholar ship because of his arm. Kirsten was lead cheerleader, but mommy and daddy were paying her way through school.
Kisten and Kirsten had both graduated from Jefferson High and was living it up for the summer at their parents house until they both had went to their local university. Their parents were away for the summer taking some ridiculously long cruise through Europe. It was their way of dealing with the "Empty Nest" syndrome. Or so they told their children. They wouldn't be back until the end of summer. The kids were okay with that, especially since for their 18th birthday, mommy and daddy gave them both American Express Platinum cards.
Kisten and Kirsten had both been very responsible during high school. Kirsten graduated a virgin and wanted to wait until she was married to Marc before having sex. However, that didn't keep them from doing other things to occupy the sexual frustration.
Kisten on the other hand, had a very different perspective on sex. He wanted to fuck, he liked fucking and he didn't see why his or anyone else's virginity had any real merit. Kisten didn't mess with the girls that wouldn't put out, and found only one that resisted his charm. Meredith. His current girl friend was Meredith's best friend. Jane. Being QB had certain bad boy image upkeep that he highly enjoyed living up too.
Where Kirsten saw pink clouds and dancing rainbow colored teddy bears, Kisten saw pretty virgins getting skull fucked.
Kirsten had a glass of OJ sitting on the edge of the dining room table and if she had moved it two inches towards the center of the table the rest of their summer would have been quite uneventful. Kirsten didn't even notice the glass until she felt it against her arm and watched it fall into the box of baseball cards Kisten had been collecting with their father as far back as she could remember. The cards were all in plastic sleeves and quite valuable. Kisten and their father were in the middle of remodeling part of their Sports Room to hold their prized memorabilia in glass encasements. Kirsten didn't even notice the box, until the cards were soaked in her OJ.
"Shit!" Kirsten said into the phone. "I gotta go girl!" Hanging up the phone before Suzanna could even get a word in.
Kirsten ran to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and her blow dryer. Spreading the towel out on the table she started taking out the cards laying them on them out.
"Crap, they are all sticky." Sighing heavily she got a bowl of water and a rag from the kitchen.
Before she could start wiping them off, Kisten grabbed her by the hair and threw her against the wall knocking the breath out of her. Picking her up by the throat he lifted her up off of the floor where her toes barely touched the floor.
"What the fuck did you do?" Kisten growled at her.
"I'm sorry." Kirsten barely mumbled out.
Dropping her to the floor, Kirsten rubbed her throat. Not believing what had just happened.
"That was completely uncalled for!" Kirsten yelled at her brother thru her tears.
Kisten turned around to go at her again, but only heard her door slamming. She had retreated back into her room.
Picking up the baseball cards, he started cleaning them. 'Thank god they are in there casings.' There was no damage to the cards. After cleaning them he put them into a different box and put them up in his room. Deciding to stop at his sister's room to apologize, he had woken up with a hangover and wasn't really thinking straight. No harm no foul.
But.
Kisten had been formulating a business plan. Why not use this as an excuse to execute it? His sister had always been a little uppity bitch. He had the full ride scholar ship and they still believed their beautiful little daughter was the perfect little peach. Why not take a bite out of that perfect little peach? Kisten knew that it would be sweet, ripe for the plucking, why not monopolize on it.
****************** Two Weekends Later ******************
Kirsten went out with Marc to pick up a few things for dinner and an at home movie night. It was Marc's turn to pick out a movie. Kirsten already knew what kind of movie it would be, the kind that made her too frightened to be in bed by herself at night. Knowing what his alternative motives were, she let him pick out the movie and was content in knowing that she would not be moved in her beliefs when it came to her virginity. She was flattered by his persistence, and would be concerned when the time came when he no longer made attempts.
They had gotten frozen pizza and Kirsten had just popped it into the oven when Marc came up behind her and blew slightly against her ear, making goose bumps chase down her skin. Kirsten giggled and turned around giving him a long sensual kiss. Pressing his body against hers, she could feel his hardness through his pants. He picked her up and placed her on the counter, pushing her skirt up so she could wrap her legs around his body, pulling him in closer. Slowly unbuttoning her blouse, he unclasped her bra and made his way to her 34A tits. Kirsten was petite, with small tits and a tight ass.
Marc took one into his mouth and slowly swirled the bud around in his mouth. Gently needing the other, Kirsten let out a soft moan. Taking this as his queue he slipped his hands under her skirt, pressing rubbing his finger into the damp cloth against her clit. Making soft circles, Kirsten gently pushed against his hands. Sliding the material down her legs, he made it between her legs and gently blew against her wet sex. Kirsten leaned back propping herself on her elbows, letting her head hang back and moaned as he pushed his tongue against her clit and letting it slip into his mouth. Marc knew she was about to cum, but stopped. Looking at her virgin hole and wanting so desperately to drop his pants and slip his cock into her.
Sighing, he worked his way back up, pulling her up for a kiss when she turned her head.
"Honey, you know I'm not that kind of girl. I don't want to taste me. Go wash."
He pulled her open legs closer to him, trying very hard to control himself before he raped his girlfriend.
Marc turned around and walked to the bathroom. Turned on the faucet full blast, grabbed a few Kleenex and relieved the pressure before he did something he would regret.
Kirsten sighed at the ache that was in her belly from being unfulfilled. Clasping her bra and buttoning up her shirt as she walked to her bedroom for a new pair of panties. Stopping the in Jack and Jill bathroom she shared with her twin she cleaned herself off and made it back into the kitchen right when the pizza buzzed. Hearing Marc in the living room, already starting the movie, she cut a few slices, put them on a couple of plates, grabbed a few waters and made it into the living room to see Marc sitting in the recliner.
Kirsten knew that Marc was upset with her, but this was being a bit childish. Setting his food down on the coffee table, he'd have to get up and get it. She smiled at her childish antics, but if he was going to be that way, well -- two can play that game.
The movie had already started and Kirsten didn't catch the title. Right when she took her first bite, some girl was biting out the throat of some guy. Kirsten could feel the blood draining from her face. Marc watched her out of the corner of his eye and smiled at her distress. She looked right at him and started pouting. Marc smiled, patting his lap.
Sitting across his lap, so her legs hung over the chair arm he placed his hand on her inner thigh and slowly started making circles inching his way to her most sacred place. He wanted it so badly, that his cock instantly got hard again. Kirsten felt it pressing against her bum, giggled and wiggled against it. She knew what it was doing to him, enjoying the look that he gave her. Smiling innocently back at him, she kissed his cheek and whispered into his ear.
"I think I'm ready to try something new. Let's ditch this movie and go to the room."
Marc knew not to get his hopes up for sex. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to bury his cock into her. However, this could mean he was going to get his cock sucked. Something, anything other than a hand job. He had ejaculated one time while her hands were on his cock, she screamed at how disgusting the smell was. Now, he had to tell her when he was about to get close, and finish it off into a Kleenex. It was the most he got from her, and it was pretty much he was rubbing it off himself.
Kirsten slid off his lap, bent over from the waist to flash her panties at her boyfriend. She knew what she was doing to him and giggled at how frustrated he was getting. Slowly walking in front of him, she made her hips sway, walking in long steps keeping her skirt hiked up high.
Kirsten pointed to the bed and let Marc lay down on it. Turning on some music, she slowly stripped off her clothes, leaving only her panties and non matching bra. She crawled on top of the bed as seductively as she had seen someone on MTV had done. Straddled on top of him and started kissing him. He slid his hands up and down her naked back. Grabbing his shirt, she pulled him up and slid it off. Unbuckling his belt, she reached to undo his button and zipper. Marc must have felt that it was going all to slow for him, and he flipped her onto her back, hopping off the bed and pulled the rest of his clothes off except for his boxers.
Sliding between her legs, Marc pushed his groin between her legs, and kept humping into her thru their cloths. His cock slipped out of his boxers and he pushed against the only thing that kept him out of her pussy. She moaned, and he almost lost control. He had to pause and take a deep breath, to regain some control.
"I want to be on top." Kirsten purred.
Marc had no qualms, flipped onto his back and placed his hands behind his head.
Kirsten purred into his ear, "I want to suck your cock."
