The lights were off in the bedroom I shared with my sister, Chey. A glimmer of light from our bathroom pierced the pitch black, it was kept on to help with my fear of the dark. It was late, we were both supposed to be sleeping as it was a school night. A soft sigh parted my tender mouth, sleep was beyond my grasp. I looked over to the other bed where Chey slept, peacefully. Her features are identical to my own even in repose.
Chey and I are twin sisters, identical twins, and as much as we look alike, our personalities are completely opposite. She is soft and sweet, loving and kind to everyone. She never has a bad word to say to anyone and when she smiles it lights up the room. I, on the other hand, am a hellion as my Daddy tells me all the time. Brash and sassy, full of energy, and always looking to explore new places and things. Rest assured, it gets me into more trouble than I can handle at times. I wondered at times if things would be different, had our Mother not left us, so long ago. Daddy has raised us, alone, since Chey and I were 4 years old.
I lay there watching her sleep, wishing I could be more like her at times. See, I got into trouble today and Daddy grounded me from everything that I consider fun. My jaw still throbbed where he had grabbed it and forced my gaze to his own, asking quietly, "When are you going to settle down, Tawney?" I wish I had the answer to that question but I don't. Daddy released his grip, shook his head and walked into the other room. His parting shot to me was, "You're grounded... from everything."
I tossed and turned, replaying it all in my mind now, still unsure that what I had done was so bad. The Head Master at the all girl's school we attended had called me into his office. Apparently, one of the times I uncrossed my legs, Sister Carmen had seen my bare slit. "What was she doing looking?" I thought to myself. Just to be mean and nasty I purposely uncrossed my legs and showed Head Master my naked twat while he dialed my Daddy's office. I'm almost sure Mr. Finch took great pleasure in telling him that I had taken to not wearing panties under my short, plaid, uniform skirt.
Daddy was livid when I walked thru the door. My breath caught in my throat as soon as I saw his face, his eyes raking me from head to foot. One of his large hands whipped out and caught hold of the hem of my little skirt, yanking it up almost to my belly. I turned beet red as his gaze dropped to my shaven muff. "Daddy!!!!", I yelped, instinct making me jerk backwards away from him. He didn't let go though, instead he tugged me closer so that I had to stand on tippy toes. I could feel his breath on my face as he hissed, "Not only have you quit wearing panties to school but you shave your cunt now??" Hearing that word shocked me into silence... Daddy didn't talk like that to his baby girls. Chey stood next to me, crying big tears, begging Daddy not to whip me.
He dropped my skirt and lifted his hand to clench my jaw so hard, tears stung my eyes. That's when he asked me when I was going to settle down and told me I was grounded. So, here I lay, sleep far away while I thought about what I had done. More than that though, I was thinking about the rush of pleasure I had felt when my Daddy was staring at my young, shaven, pussy.
Just thinking about it was making me hot between my thighs. My hand stroked down to cup the bald mound, fingers wiggling in the slit until I whimpered. I looked over at Chey to make sure she had not heard the little lustful sound I had made. She was fast asleep so with a low groan of submission I continued exploring my soft cunt. My index finger was curling in circles around the tiny nub of my clit until it started to throb in time with my heartbeat. I had masturbated before but never while thinking of my Daddy's tongue flicking my clit like my fingers were doing right now. I let my hand drop down, so the pad of my middle finger was tracing the tight ring at the opening of my hole. A hot moan... "Dadddddy" tore from my lips just as I dipped the digit into my clutching pussy. Back arching high, hips grinding down into the pink, pastel sheets, I worked the finger to the first knuckle as the orgasm ripped thru my virgin pussy. A small squirt of juice sprayed over my hand, the walls of my cunt spasming again and again.
My body froze as I realized the covers in Chey's bed were stirring. Breath held within my shuddering chest, I waited to see if she was awake. My worst fears were confirmed when Chey crawled out of her bed and into mine. She pressed her head to mine and crooned softly into my ear. "You called out Daddy, Tawn.... were you dreaming that he was going to spank you for today?" I lay there, silent, still trying to catch my breath. My sister wrapped her arm over my belly and tugged me closer.
"Why do you have to be so bad, sis?" Chey sighed and then went on. "Daddy does the best he can and you keep pushing every limit, although, I do have to admit I wish I could be as fearless as you are." I remained silent, listening to my beloved sister bemoan my bahaviour for the hundredth time since we were old enough to talk. To my suprise Chey started giggling softly, whispering close to my ear, "I wish I could have seen Mr. Finch's face when you showed him your pussy though." My arms curled about her in a close hug, my laughter joining hers until we were both rolling on the bed. When the giggles subsided I was straddling her, tickling across her ribs. Our identical, amber orbs met and held in a long look and I whispered softly... "Chey, when I called out Daddy, I was awake, fingering my pussy while I imagined him licking my clit."
I watched as Chey's eyes rounded with shock, her soft, pliant mouth forming a cupie doll -O-. I waited for her to come to terms with what I had said but she suprised me when she responded, "Did you cum, Tawney?" I nodded slowly, never releasing her gaze. To show her, I writhed my hips across her bare tummy, leaving a slick trail of my cum around her belly button. A low groan of need gurgled in my sister's throat as her hand slipped down to brush over my soaked mound. It was my turn for the shocked look, my sister's finger sliding thru my swollen lips causing heat to torch every nerve.
