Beth Higgins propped her foot up on the soap holder on the side of the shower and very carefully slid the razor over her pussy, making what was already as smooth as a baby's ass even smoother. She rinsed herself, then looked down, pulling her outer pussy lips upwards and outwards, affording her a perfect view of her pussy, her inner lips furling outwards beyond her outer lips, and her clit, fat and throbbing, peeking its head out even from between her pussy lips.
Turning off the water, she reached for a big bath towel and languorously began to dry herself, watching herself in the mirror the whole while. As she bent forward to dry her curly, ringleted red hair which hung down past her shoulder blades, she smiled in satisfaction as she saw her C-cup breasts hanging perfectly from her chest, her nipples pink and fat. As she watched, she saw them harden into knurled nubs, each the size of her pinkie's end joint.
Setting the towel down, she reached up and pinched each of her nipples as hard as she could stand it, a soft moan escaping her lips as her entire body reacted to the stimulation. Beth's nipples were so sensitive that she could easily cum just from someone playing with them or sucking on them. The rest of her was equally excitable, as she had discovered in the past year as she explored sex. Her body just craved sexual excitement and she was hoping that the party she and her twin brother were going to this evening might provide her with just the kind of stimulation she craved.
Quickly running a couple of fingers into her pussy then sucking on them, Beth wrapped the towel around herself and opened the bathroom door, colliding with her brother Bart who was just in the process of knocking on the door.
"Oh, sorry, Beth," he said, a smile on his face as he saw her clutch at her towel which had fallen to her waist, exposing her perfect breasts. "I was just going to take a shower before we go to the party," he explained as she covered herself.
"Well, don't be long," she admonished, her cheeks flushing red even through the scattering of freckles which covered her face. "I've been looking forward to this party and don't want to miss any of it," she explained.
"Yeah, me, too," Bart laughed. "I hear the best parties happen at that house. I'm curious to see what it's all about."
"Yeah, I know," she smiled, looking up into his blue eyes. "I'm ready for some fun, too," she said as she slid by him, achingly aware of her nipples throbbing.
Beth silently cursed herself as she went down the hallway to her room. Even though he was her twin brother and she knew him as well as she knew herself, Beth found herself constantly aroused when she was around him. It wasn't just that he was 6'4" and cut like a professional athlete, though she wasn't unaware of what a hunk he was, it was more than that. It was the looks in the eyes of her friends when they talked about him, especially the ones who had gone out with him. Nobody would say anything specific to or around her, but she wasn't unaware of the fact that all of the girls that she knew got wet just at the thought of her brother. Just like she found herself doing right now, she realized, feeling the rivulet of pussy juice sliding down her inner thigh.
God damn, she is so hot,
Bart thought as he climbed into the shower. Even though she was his twin sister, Bart was not unaware of the fact that she was the hottest female on two legs he had ever seen, maybe even hotter than their mother. And just now seeing both of her breasts uncovered and up close,
DAMN! She was perfect
, he thought as he soaped himself, stroking his 8" of cock absentmindedly.
It wasn't as though Bart had a hard time finding girls; they just about lined up for a chance with him and he had more pussy than he could shake his stick at, but lately his sister had been intruding into his thoughts in a very unsisterly way.
Well, he'd get good and laid at the party and that would take care of that
, he thought as he finished showering.
"Bart, Beth, we're leaving now," Brittany Higgins shouted from the kitchen.
"You're going out early," Beth commented as she slid into the kitchen in her socks, her shoes in her hands.
"We have about a 2-hour drive to get to your mom's sister's house," Brian Higgins told his daughter, his eyes taking in her micro-mini skirt and halter top, obviously braless underneath as her nipples were prominently visible poking out into the silky material.
"You're going to a party wearing trench coats?" Bart asked as he came into the kitchen wearing his ubiquitous jeans and t-shirt.
"It's a costume party of sorts," Brittany said, a slight blush suffusing her cheeks.
"Well, let us see your costumes, then," Beth laughed. "Or is it a secret from us?"
"It's a sort of lingerie costume party," Brittany confessed, blushing.
"Oh, I definitely want to see, then," Beth laughed. "If it's Aunt Becky, it's got to be interesting. Come on, dad, let's see the goods."
"If you must," Brian grinned, opening his trench coat to show that he was only wearing a formal bow tie and boxer shorts with hearts and lips all over them. "What do you think?"
"I think that's a riot," Beth choked out between her laughter. "I can't believe you have the nerve to go out like that."
"What about you, mom, let's see your costume," Bart said.
"I don't think so," Brittany blushed, holding her trench coat tightly closed.
"Well, if you can't show us, how can you possibly wear it out in front of strangers?" Beth asked.
"As I said," Brian said with a grin. "Do you really have the nerve to wear that? I doubt it. You'll probably wear your trench coat all night."
"Oh, it's that good, is it?" Bart asked, a big grin on his face. "Now I definitely want to see it."
"Go ahead, you have to start somewhere," Brian laughed, seeing her blush furiously.
"Well, if you insist," Brittany said, fumbling with the coat's buttons for a minute before suddenly holding it open.
"Holy Shit!!!" Bart gasped when he saw his mother's costume.
"Oh, my god, mom, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen," Beth managed to say as she stared at her mother's costume, the bright red bustier doing nothing to hide her breasts, merely presenting them as though on a platter, her nipples clearly visible and rock hard, sticking out just like her own, Beth realized.
"I'll say," Bart choked as his eyes glued to his mother's bright red crotchless panties, her clit very obvious as it peeked out from between her smooth-shaven pussy lips. "That should be quite a party," he said as she closed her coat, her face flaming red.
"Well, you know how your aunt is," Brian said shaking his head. "It's something about twins, I suppose. I'm sure Becky will be wearing something that will make your mother's outfit seem tame."
"That's a party I'd like to go to," Bart said.
"Me, too," Beth agreed, laughing.
"Well, we'll probably be very late," Brian said, "so you two get home at a reasonable hour."
"We promise," Beth said with a straight face. "And we promise not to do anything that you wouldn't do."
Bart choked when Beth said this, especially when he saw the color drain from their mother's face.
"I'll take good care of her," Bart promised. "You two have fun, as if there's anything else you could do dressed like that."
"You, too," Brian said as they left the kitchen into the garage.
"Wow! I just can't believe it," Beth said when they had gone. "I would never have dreamed that mom would ever wear anything like that, ever. Not even privately in their own bedroom."
"Yeah, live and learn," Bart agreed. "She was incredibly hot. I think looked good enough to eat just about covers it."
"She's our mother!" Beth exclaimed, but secretly she was remembering the size of the bulge in her father's boxers. "We should go," she said as she felt yet another rivulet of pussy juice running down her thigh.
Maybe I should have worn some panties,
she thought as they went out to their car.
Always the gentleman, Bart held the door for her as she got into the car, shocking him as he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties at all.
Jeezus, what is it with the women in this family?
he thought as he got into the car and started it, his cock rock-hard in his jeans.
When they arrived at the party, Beth gave Bart a quick hug and told him she'd find him later, disappearing into the crowd. Bart walked in in a leisurely fashion, smiling as he recognized many of his friends.
"Hey, man," a nice-looking black man said to him, topping him by a good two inches. "Bout time you got here."
"Hey, Randall," Bart said, shaking hands with him. "What's shaking here?"
"Man, this is one hot party," Randall told him, shaking his head. "Some really hot chicks."
"Oh, yeah?" Bart asked, arching his eyes. "Anything in particular?"
"Well, apparently there's this one room that's really extreme," he told him. "We wait until we can get in, only two guys allowed in at a time, then two girls are allowed in but they have to put on blindfolds. Then whatever happens, happens," he explained.
"No shit!" Bart said, shaking his head. "I want part of that action."
"Let's go check it out then," Randall said, a big grin on his face. "I'm ready for some pussy already."
"You're always ready for pussy," Bart said with a laugh, "and I don't blame you, so am I."
"Beth, hi," Beth heard as she made her way through the room.
"Oh, hi, Kimiko," Beth said, seeing her friend. "Isn't this something?" she asked.
"It's amazing," Kimiko agreed. "This is my first time here and it's already the best party I've been to."
"I have no idea what to do," Beth laughed.
"I know," Kimiko agreed. "There's so many possibilities," she said, eyeing the people around them. "I did hear about one thing, though," she said.
"What's that?" Beth asked.
