Gemini Rising
PART 1
Twins spy each other spying on mom.
Chapter 1
It had to happen sooner or later. That it hadn't happened sooner was pretty remarkable, considering they'd both been up to the same taboo activities for around three months.
Phoebe came out of the hallway door of her mother's connected bathroom and quietly closed it behind her. She leaned back against the door to catch her breath; one hand still on the knob, the other thrust into her wet panties. Slowly she slid three fingers deep inside her pussy one more time, relishing the last tingles of the strong orgasm she'd had inside the bathroom. Still moving slowly, dreamily, she dragged her fingers out of her cunt, over her sensitive clit, and up to her waiting mouth where she sucked them sensually, imagining it was her mother's pussy juice she was tasting.
A small gasp nearby caused her eyes to fly open and her hands to move from mouth and doorknob to in front of her naked breasts. Standing just a few feet away in the hall, in front of their mother's bedroom door, was her brother Conrad. Frozen in place, the first thing Phoebe saw were his wide, staring eyes and gaping mouth. Her twin brother, "Connie", was obviously a fraternal twin since he was the opposite gender, but they still looked remarkably alike, almost like identical twins. So, looking at him often felt like looking in the mirror, and she was sure now was no different. She could easily imagine that the same shocked, guilty look she saw on her brother's face also marked her own.
Then she registered that they were also both bare-chested, although he wasn't attempting to cover it up.
Not a guy reaction, is it?
she thought randomly.
And a nice chest it is,
also pushed its way into her mind. Not that she hadn't noticed before, he'd been buffing up nicely since the summer before their junior year in high school. But while her earlier views had been generically admiring, they hadn't had this sexual overtone. Of course, the other times she'd seen him shirtless around the house or at the pool she hadn't been coming down from a powerful climax.
Dropping her gaze lower she saw that while she still had on her lacy silk undies, Connie was starkers and that's where his hands were busy. They were held down by his crotch, apparently covering his penis from view, but they also seemed to be holding something white, as was she. '
And here we are,'
her mental imp laughed,
'caught with our hands in our cookie jars.'
After another frozen moment, the picture in front of her became clearer and her mind filled in the blanks. The white something Phoebe held was a hand towel she'd very much used in her mother's bathroom. But what Connie clutched in one hand was a wad of paper towels. And his other hand wasn't covering his cock, it was gripping the semi-rigid shaft.
'And it looks like a nice handful,'
the little devil on her shoulder whispered into her ear. She realized Connie had been doing the same thing as her, jacking off while listening to their mother masturbate. The paper towels were to catch his wad.
"Oh, shit," her brother half whispered, half moaned. Connie had always been the more innocent of the two and was still trapped in the embarrassment of having been caught doing something very wrong, without yet realizing that Phoebe was just as guilty.
"Listen, Pheebs," he stammered, using her childhood nickname. "Um, uh, I can explain...I mean...Oh, shit," he finally repeated in defeat.
Phoebe figured Conrad probably thought she'd just been using Mom's toilet for some reason and had coincidentally caught him out. She automatically enjoyed being one up on her twin -- a deeply ingrained reaction they'd each developed over the years of being so close while simultaneously trying to be independent.
"Shh," she whispered, holding a finger to her lips. "Do you want Mom to catch you too?" His eyes bugged open again and he looked behind him to be sure their mother's bedroom door was closed.
"Come on," she said quietly, gesturing for him to follow her down to the other end of the hall where their bedrooms were located. She slipped through her door, leaving it wide open in a clear message that he should follow.
The boy stepped in, but stopped just over the threshold. "Come in, Connie, and close the door so we can talk," she whispered urgently as she nonchalantly dropped the wet hand towel into her laundry basket.
Closing the door of course meant he'd have to let go of something with one of his hands. He chose to kick the door back with his heel instead, but the hand gripping his now shrunken joint let go anyway, moving to join the other hand in forming a shielding cup over his crotch.
"So, just what the hell were you doing?" Phoebe demanded, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. Her long legs stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. Her hands were planted on the edge of the bed, outside of either hip, which meant nothing was covering her beautifully shaped tits.
Like a fighter who keeps getting stung by a new blow before he can recover from the last one, poor Connie was unconsciously staring at his sister's firm, pointed breasts jutting from her chest. His confused mind was registering her swollen nipples without being able to also register the simple fact that she wasn't covering them up any more.
"Well?" she said; sounding stern, but internally struggling not to laugh.
Her brother gulped. "Well...", he parroted her question. "I, uh, I guess I heard some noise from Mom's room and was just making sure she was okay. But then..." his voice faded.
"Sooo, you heard a noise from Mom's room -- all the way down the hall -- then quickly stripped off your clothes and grabbed a handful of paper towels to rush down and see if she needed some help."
Red coloring rose in Connie's cheeks as he heard his lame excuse repeated back to him, with the extra, ludicrous details.
"You know what I think?" Phoebe continued, leaning back a bit, which made her breasts jut out even more above her flat belly. "I think you noticed Mom had an extra glass of wine or two with dinner and realized that meant she might play with herself soon after going to bed." Conrad twitched and gaped at his sister.
Phoebe pulled her feet up from the floor and scooted backwards to the head of the bed. She rearranged the pillows behind her and leaned back against the headboard.
"I think you waited in your room for a while...only as long as you could stand it...then snuck, naked, down to her bedroom door." She looked straight at Connie as she moved and spoke, gauging the emotions playing across his face as he watched her lithe, athletic body wiggle across the bed and listened to her
Monk
-like deductions.
Now she turned her gaze to the nightstand alongside her bed; knowing her brother had basically the same furniture setup in his room. "I'll bet there's a roll of paper towels right there." She nodded at the nightstand. "And that you ripped off a few before heading out the door." The blush that had been fading from his cheeks rushed back and she knew she'd hit the bullseye.
"When you got down there did you put your ear to the door? Is she loud enough, even when she's alone, that you could get off just listening to her?" His sister's words were accusatory in their interrogation, but she spoke them steamily. And as she did, her hands started making slow circles around her breasts.
"Was it like phone sex?" she continued, her voice becoming more breathless. "Pulling and stroking on your growing cock while listening to her? Does she talk to herself while she does it or does she just moan?" Phoebe tugged lightly at her sensitive nipples, making them swell even more, and moaned herself.
Conrad stood entranced, eyes locked on those beautiful tits, wondering how hard the nipples would feel under his tongue. His cock started growing into the damp wad of paper towels that still covered his crotch.
"You must have a great imagination, though, to be able to get off just from listening. What kind of pictures of her run through your mind while you do it? What does she say that feeds your fantasy?"
Her hands squeezed her tits hard, breast flesh bulging between her fingers. "Does she actually talk? Does she talk dirty while she plays with herself?"
That was exactly what his mother did and thinking about it while watching his hot twin maul her boobs had Conrad's prick back at full attention. The hand with the used paper towels hung at his side while the other slowly began stroking up and down.
"Does she say, 'Yes, that's it, squeeze my big titties,'?"
"Do you picture someone, maybe Dad, maybe yourself, pulling on those big, brown nipples as she says, 'Yes, a little harder. That's it, pull them.'"
As Phoebe moaned out these dirty thoughts she put them into action, grabbing her own small pink nipples harder and pulling them out away from her chest, making the skin stretch.
Connie fought the urge to stroke his cock faster, but he did grip it more tightly.
"'Now twist them,' she says, 'Twist my big, fat nipples; hurt me!'" Phoebe whined as she roughly rolled her own nipples between thumb and forefinger.
