Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
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Text inspired by Barney McKenzie
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It is said that lightning does not strike the same place twice. But you try to stand in a thunderstorm every time under the same charred tree. My sister Anzhelika and I have experienced this rule in our own practice, and more than once. They say that they learn from their own mistakes, but this is definitely not about us. And it cannot be said that we repented of our deeds, rather, on the contrary, we enjoyed each time, as for the first time. And each time, the consequences were disentangled. Moreover, Lika disentangled them also in the literal sense.
Lika and I were twins. Not identical - from the same we have only straw hair color, although we were born with a difference of two minutes. But still, we always felt some kind of special connection - Lika most often called me not by the name "Borya", but "brother", and I called her "sister". We lived in the same room, so we overcame all the difficult processes of growing up in front of each other - I still remember with bated breath how Lika first asked me to leave the room to change clothes. By the age of eighteen, her figure had become like an hourglass - elastic large breasts, in the hollow between which one wanted to put a palm, a taut, tender ass, slender long legs and a pretty, childishly naive face. Every time I looked at my sister, I wanted to hug and kiss her.
And yesterday my sister and I turned eighteen years old. The date is important, but we decided not to have a party with a bunch of guests - why do we need someone else if I have Lika, and she has me? Parents bought us a cake, I gave my sister dangling earrings that she had wanted for a long time, and she gave me a modern set of gamepads to play fighting games. I must say that Lika herself loved to play, so her gift was not so much to me as to both of us. But the earrings are not to say that only for her - I looked with pleasure at her ears with small ringing jewelry swinging in them and felt myself becoming more and more excited. In general, I have long noticed that literally every part of my sister's body causes me almost an attack of excitement - ears, nose, feet, neck and shoulders - I was overwhelmed with joy,
And in the summer, when everyone goes half-dressed, I could end up simply from the fact that Lika sleeps on her bed in the morning and her bare leg sticks out from under the covers. And now her cute neat ears with brand new earrings in them literally delighted me. My imagination helpfully drew a picture - Lika is on her knees and measuredly moving her lovely head, and the earrings in her ears dangle in time, softly ringing with silver threads. From such a terrible and beautiful picture at the same time, my legs buckled. And Lika just smiled and picked me up, sitting me on a chair. I must say that even at the age of eighteen we did not drink alcohol, like our parents - we limited ourselves to lemonade, so weakness in the limbs cannot be attributed to strong drinks.
And today is the first day after our eighteenth birthday and at the same time the day when the results of entrance exams should be posted on the site. In the morning, my parents left for the hardware store to buy materials for repairs, so we were completely alone at home. Lika and I decided to apply for journalism, of course, the exams were the same. Having agreed in advance to look at the results at the same time, we went to the Knowledge Control Center website and prepared to update the page at the same time at exactly ten in the morning - each on our own laptop. Our fingers hovered over the F5 button. And then a signal sounded on Lika's phone, the page began to load.
"Two hundred and seventy in literature and two hundred and eighty-five in history!" - we blurted out at the same time and realized with surprise that our results agreed to a point, although we wrote different options and in different rooms.
I was beside myself with joy and rushed to Lika's bed - there were more than enough points to get through to the budget. Lika screamed, raising her hands up, I laughed happily and hugged my sister, clinging to her with my whole body. For joy, it was as if my brakes had flown off - I already felt my sister's boobs with my chest, inhaled the intoxicating smell of her hair and even fiddled with the girl's nightgown with my hands - she never changed her clothes in the morning after sleep. And then I brought my face even closer to her and, unexpectedly even for myself, kissed her on the cheek. Probably, in many families, brothers and sisters kiss each other on the cheeks and do not see anything in it, but not in ours.
The sound of the kiss rang out in dead silence, an eerie contrast to the second of earlier screams of joy. I hastily pulled away, and Lika looked at me with some completely different look. She put her hand to her cheek, as if there was a burnt mark of my lips there.
"Boris... - Lika called me by name instead of the usual "brother".
"Yes..." I whispered in a barely audible voice.
"Go here..."
I clung to her again and our lips touched for the first time. My heart was beating so hard that it felt like it was about to jump out of my chest. My sister's hot wet lips, her tongue in my mouth - it seemed that I was sleeping and dreaming. Suddenly, I felt my cock throbbing. Frightened that the irreparable was about to come, I recoiled from Lika, trying not to finish.
"Lika"
"Hey"
"You're so beautiful..."
''Thank you, brother... You are fine too" - sister smiled.
"I...I have..." I didn't know how to explain the situation.
- Yes, I got it already. Do you really like me that much?
- Not that word!
"But we can't continue because you're afraid that..."
"Yes..." I breathed. She understood everything from a half-word, I did not have to voice anything.
-- Listen, Boris... I know you as flaky. You know perfectly well that this is what we both want.
-- This?
-- Borya... We both want sex. Penetrations. Well, of course, because we are both virgins, and we are already eighteen!
- Lika... I... - I knew that my little sister was right, but I was terribly afraid to say it out loud.
-- Fight. We want sex... But we are brother and sister! Plus the twins! We can't in any case, mom and dad will kill us, and other consequences can be the most unpleasant...
I nodded silently, looking away.
"But... I was just thinking - we can just kiss." Sometimes. There is nothing wrong with this, is there?
I swallowed. All my being was in agreement with what my little sister said.
"Also, you can... Well... Touch my chest. And even for the ass - I allow!
"R-really?"
- Well, of course!
Without a moment's hesitation, I reached out my hands and squeezed my little sister's heavy chest. She gasped, and I felt the tension in my shorts rise again. Unable to endure, I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. One movement was enough for me to finish, spraying sperm all over the bathroom. After carefully wiping everything with napkins, I returned to my sister. She looked at me with a mocking look.
- Did not take it?
I threw up my hands.
"Well... if I let you touch me, maybe you too...?"
"Also... what?"
