They were identical twins, Stephanie being the elder by 45 minutes. They were naturally close, each almost able to feel what the other was thinking. At 37, neither of them was married, both having only minor and infrequent romances lately. Imelda working in TV production, planning schedules, directing broadcasts etc, she earned a good salary with excellent benefits, so she was well off. Her small house out in the country, was neat, comfortable and above all, private. Stephanie, worked as a senior manager in a call centre dealing with healthcare insurance sales and services. She too had a good salary package, and like Imelda had bought her own home, a discreet cottage set in a leafy suburb close to her sister's place.
They had grown up together, realising early that they were different to the other pupils, soon learning to have fun with their situation. Very often dressing alike, or in each other's clothes. At school, the teachers and classmates couldn't tell them apart. Their mother, who was probably the only person who could tell which was which, had taken to embroidering the girl's names on their clothes, but they simply swapped them adding further to the difficulties in telling them apart. Even something as innocuous as putting different coloured ribbons in their hair proved useless as they simply exchanged them with each other.
Later as they became older, they often swapped boyfriends, giggling to themselves as they watched whoever it was blithely keeping company with them, not knowing that they were with the other sister. Very often, they went to bed with the hapless and unsuspecting men and afterwards compared notes and telling each other the full details of the encounter. They were so close that often they felt the other inside their minds, laughing at their twin writhing and moaning whilst in the throes of sexual enjoyment.
Neither jealous of the other, each deriving amusement at the behaviour and style of the men involved. On occasion they had taken men together, as foursome's, willingly sharing them between themselves, enjoying the vigorous sex in all its varieties with both men. Sometimes losing track of who was doing what to whom, ending in an intertwined jumble of arms and legs, bare bottoms, and wet privates. Usually, they quickly tired of the men, and feeling bored, ruthlessly dropped them soon afterwards, moving on to some other hapless victims.
From time to time, they shared beds, particularly if their parents were away. Taking comfort from each other's bodies, exploring their sexuality, and enjoying the feelings they discovered. The connection made more intense by their closeness as twins, sensing what was in their sister's mind, laughing inside the other's thoughts, as they fingered, licked, or thrust into each other with their hips, tangling clitorises and pressing labia together. Stephanie, the more dominant sister, usually on top, and introducing Imelda to many new techniques and experiences.
Craig was Stephanie's son, the result of a fiery and passionate fling his mother had been involved in with a married man, she'd met him at a local rotary club dinner dance. Their affair had lasted almost 6 months, before she found she was pregnant with Craig. He didn't take it well and chose to stay with his wife rather than leave and set up home with Steph. She wasn't overly upset by his behaviour, knowing she was just a convenient lay to him. She hadn't wanted any complications and the pregnancy was unfortunate, as at that time she hadn't taken any birth control precautions. However, she decided to keep the baby, releasing him from any obligation on condition that he never contacted her again, or try to lay any claim to the child.
Both girls had enjoyed fairly active sex lives, but of late they found that the appetite for it had dwindled. Additionally, as they matured, they were a little more discerning about the men they dated. Recognising the the increase in chancers who were looking for a comfortable home, without having to take the responsibility of the expense. Steph tended to find that some men were put off by her having a child, while Immi, soon began to recognise those who were either looking to use her in furtherance of their careers, or the younger men, who were simply straightforward scalp hunters and just wanted to have sex with her as part of a conquest list. However, both girls from time to time found themselves subject to sudden, almost overwhelming sexual hunger, so powerful and intense in its carnality, they found it almost impossible to resist. To their credit they mostly did manage to weather the storm, with the odd slip now and again, though neither knew how they did so.
They were still close even though they lived separately now, they continued to make sure they looked alike, going to the same hairdresser, and having their hair cut and styled in the same fashion. At the local beauty salon, they had their body hair trimmed neatly fashioned in the same style, both blondes, their pubic hair was straight, silkily soft, and delicate. They both took care of their grooming, plucking armpits, removing hard callous from the heels of their feet, and softening their skin with superior quality lotions. They kept fit together and spent a lot of time keeping up with what each of them were doing. To all those who knew them, they were indistinguishable. However, they did have differences in their clothing, particularly their lingerie, Steph preferring plain comfortable undies, coupled with simple and conservative clothes. Immi however liked the femininity of silk satin, and lace, with shortish skirts, and low-cut blouses or dresses.
As a mother, Stephanie put Craig above everything else, and had lived through the delight of his development, and growth from a boy to a man. As he got older and became more self assured, slowly becoming conscious of his masculinity, she noticed his sexual progress as he became more mature. Sometimes having idle yet vivid daydreams, about a powerful sexual liaison with him. Even having intensely passionate 'wet' dreams that were so realistic she would wake, panting breathlessly, soaking wet and hungry for his touch. Leaving her going through the difficulty of suppressing her inappropriate feelings for him, but unable to purge the thought of succumbing to the power of his not insubstantial penis.
She knew he'd been with girls, and was no longer a virgin, she had found evidence in his underpants when doing his laundry, and the amount of masturbation on his part had reduced. Although she still noticed when changing his sheets, that it hadn't ceased altogether. Once or twice, she'd been aware of him watching her as she got undressed, or took a shower, she didn't let him know that she had been alerted to his attention, but found herself putting more sensuality into her movements when she knew he was surreptitiously looking at her. It was wrong of her, she knew, but as far as she thought, it was just a harmless bit of exhibitionism on her part, sometimes it helped her feel more womanly.
More recently, Imelda lay comfortably in her large double bed, beside her nephew, Craig, who was visiting her for the weekend. She felt no sense of guilt that he was the 19-year-old son of her twin sister, Stephanie. Craig had grown into a quiet young man and had been spending time at the weekends with his aunt Imelda while his mother worked at the call centre from Friday to Monday. He had left sixth form with good qualifications and was taking a year or so off to decide what he wanted to do. His qualifications were more than enough to go to university, but he was undecided as to whether to study for a degree or take up a technical course with an apprenticeship to learn mechanical engineering. Currently he worked part time in a supermarket, filling shelves, and manning the tills at peak periods. It was interesting enough, and he earned a reasonable amount of money whilst learning about decent work ethics.
Smiling, she watched his face, as his head rested on her shoulder, his cheek softly against her upper breast. Feeling her stomach tighten with desire for him, as she felt his warmth of his presence against her side. His penis, stiffening against her hip, told her he was ready to take her again. They had been sleeping together for several months, and he had gained considerable experience in her arms, in her bed, and in her.
As he'd grown older and reached the age of awareness, Immi had noticed him taking a strong interest in her. She knew that she should really discourage him, but didn't want to hurt his feelings, or make him think there was anything wrong with a strong sexual urge in a young man, it was part of growing up.
At the weekends, he stayed with his aunt, he helped around the house, and she taught him how to take care of himself, and to care for a home. He used the vacuum cleaner, loaded the washing machine, helped to hang out the laundry. He learned to cook, wash up, followed her advice on how take care of his personal grooming. She admired his physique as he grew, until he was of an age to be considered a well developed and well-endowed young man.
Eventually when he'd turned 18, she saw the growing rise in his attraction to her, but didn't try to dissuade him in any way, even when she caught him examining her used underwear as he sorted the laundry ready for washing. Holding her panties to his face and smelling her feminine bodily essence, tasting the residue of her womanhood on the soft gussets. He had been startled when he looked up and found her watching him, an enigmatic smile on her face. As time passed, the minor incidents increased, lingering looks on both of their parts, gentle touches, fingers pressing into the flesh under her shoulder blades, her hands resting on his hip and bottom for slightly longer periods. She began to wear the more exotic items of her underwear collection, taking a secret delight at the look in his eyes, when he caught a flash of her knickers, or the lace welts at the top of her stockings. As time passed their voices lowered when they talked, and became husky with longing, their eyes filled with increasing lust.
It was difficult to place the point when their relationship changed from aunt and nephew to passionate lovers, but their first time together had been at the beginning of a weekend period with slowly growing awareness and interest. Light touches, lingering looks, until midway through the day they found themselves unable to resist the ever-growing attraction and inevitably, they fell for each other.
It had culminated that weekend while they had been folding laundry in the scullery on the first morning. They were standing close together, each conscious and very aware of the other. Craig, visibly in discomfort as he tried to control his rising desire for his aunt, his penis painfully stiff and tangled in his underpants. As they drew the edges of the sheets and towels together, their fingers continually touched. Immi moved closer to him as they worked on the linen. Eventually half turning to pick up another sheet from the bowl, she accidentally pulled her dress up behind her, and revealed the back of her thighs to him, clad in smooth nylon stockings, the lace of her panties stretched tight over her vulva. He was presented with an erotic and mouthwatering sight.
Turning to him, looking up while still bent forwards, allowing him a view down her cleavage and across her the smooth flat expanse of her stomach. She smiled into his eyes, noting the hard erection pressing against the front of his jeans. Raising herself to her full height, she cupped his cheeks, pulled his face to hers, and kissed him, gently, sweetly as she tasted his lips. Her hand strayed down to his flies, and she gripped his penis through the denim cloth. With almost violent abandon, they fell on each other, his hands going up the back of her thighs, under her dress, while she gripped his buttocks firmly, drawing him into her body, until both of them could feel his hard throbbing erection pressing against her lower body. Tongues frantically twisting in his mouth, breathing heavily, they both stumbled into the kitchen. Inseparably locked together, with their bodies almost blended as one. She laid herself back over the breakfast bar table, as his hands scrabbled frenziedly, tangling in her soft filmy underwear.
She lifted her knees as he literally tore the front panels and crotch out of her knickers, the sound of ripping material serving only to increase her desire for him. He'd undone his jeans, and she pulled them down roughly to his mid thighs. Then with a surprising smoothness he entered her, fast, thick, and satisfying. She had flinched at the sharp pain when he suddenly stretched her, but thrilled to the electrifying tingle as his shaft sank deeply into her body. The spiciness of the forbidden adding to her enjoyment. She had indulged in sex with men frequently before, yet somehow this was different, and all the more exciting for it. That first time together across the breakfast bar was over quite quickly, perhaps in less than two minutes, but the culmination of their joint hunger was delightful even though short.
They lay there over the tabletop, his ejaculate and her vaginal fluids running out of her, leaving a fairly extensive pool on the laminate of the table. He slowly withdrew, his penis intensely sensitive, continuing to pulse out semen, soaking into her neat pubic bush, and dripping down the inside of her thighs. She was surprised at how much he had developed, he had become a physically mature young man. They looked into each others faces, seeing the want, the need to continue their encounter. Imelda smiled, and whispered
"Come on Craig, let's go upstairs to my bedroom and get this out of our systems."
Taking his hand, she paused while he pulled his trousers up, and together they rushed up the stairs. Both quickly stripping off, she, removing the tattered wet remnants of her panties, then taking off her dress, bra, and slip. Whilst Craig took his jeans and tee shirt off, they launched themselves onto the bed, and once again he entered her. Slowly this time, she felt his entire length pass though her vaginal entrance, opening her, his hips pressing into hers, almost crushing her with his weight. They began a long intense and fulfilling session of intercourse together. As if underlining the passion of their encounter, the big bed creaked and groaned under their bodies, underlining the vigour when they went through the gluttony of uninhibited sex.
Spending almost the entire weekend in bed together, stopping only for food and refreshments, they explored an entire gamut of positions, and activities. Over the next few months, he spent more and more weekends with his aunt Immi. She taught him how to perform sexual acts that he'd never even dreamed of, from how to give oral stimulation to a woman, to the soft gentle application of anal sex, teaching him how to use lubricant jelly and to take care not to be too rough.
She had initiated him to having his face sat on, how it felt to receive oral sex from a woman, and how to finger a girl properly, in a way that was tastefully sensual, without creating pain or discomfort. She became his teacher, his mentor, his lover, and enjoyed the benefits of his increasing experience and the energy of his youth. At that time, her overriding concern being that her sister, his mother, didn't find out, even though she knew that in all probability their closeness would probably give their secret away, sooner than later.
"Be careful Craig, if your mum realises what we're doing, there's no telling how she'll react."
