Naked is nothing new at our apartment. My twin sister and I have a tendency towards skin, and since neither of has anything the other hasn't seen a thousand times, we've never thought much of it since moving into our first college apartment last fall. It was a great little loft in a converted factory. Tiny, but well lit with a HUGE polarized window looking out at the city. My bed was on the main level and Holly's was up on the split level.
Things got weird when we bought a new couch. The delivery guys were bringing the couch up in sections, when Lilly made a startled noise
"Shit!" she said. "Holly, come over here!"
I wandered over. "What's up?"
Lilly was staring at my bed. It jutted out exactly where the next section of the couch was going to go. "We screwed up. I guess I measured wrong."
I scratched my head. "Well, do you want to send it back? I really like it, but it's not going to fit anywhere else."
"No way!" exclaimed Lilly. "It's an awesome couch." It really was, too. Beige, soft, and fuzzy, and just totally awesome. There was even one of those little corner pieces that stick out without a back, whatever those are called.
"So," I asked, "what do you recommend?"
Lilly paused to think. She and I are fraternal twins. In the parlance of my biology professor, "heterozygous." Lilly's a little taller than I am, with brown hair braided down to the middle of her back, green eyes, and a slightly curvier body. I keep my blond hair short, my eyes are blue, and I'm the more athletic one. Our bodies are pretty similar, otherwise: we've always "borrowed" each other's clothes from time to time. Our faces, however, despite our differences in coloration are as close to identical as you can get without actually being identical twins. We both have fine boned faces with a pretty little ski jump nose, a mouth that's just the slightest bit too wide, and fine arched eyebrows. I've overheard people say it's creepy how much we look alike, but whatever. That's their problem, not ours.
Lilly was staring at my bed, concentration furrowing her forehead. "There's nothing for it," she said, "the bed has to go."
"Whaaaa-at?" I cried, in dismay. "That's MY bed. It's a nice bed, too. Many fine memories have been made in that bed!"
"We'll get you a new one, I promise!" She came over to me and gripped my upper arm, her eyes pleading. "One just small enough to allow both the couch and the bed to fit. Don't you want the couch?"
I did want the couch; that was the problem. I still wasn't convinced. Lilly dragged me out and we ended up going shopping for beds. I eventually picked out a loft bed/desk combo. I was all ready to take it home when the salesman informed me that the model I wanted was out of stock till next week. I turned to Lilly, frustration tinging my voice "Where the hell am I supposed to sleep until then?!"
5 hours later, we stood at the foot of her full-sized bed, looking at the unmade sheets and covers. "You have GOT to be kidding me!"
"C'mon, Holly, it's just for a week," Lilly said. "Besides, we used to do it all the time."
"Yeah, when we were six," I grumbled, "It's different." I grudgingly pulled back the covers and yelped. There, sitting on the white sheets, was a big, pink, and obviously used vibrator. Lilly turned bright red, snatched it up, and stuffed it into her dresser drawer. I knew she played with toys. It's kind of hard NOT to know when you can hear the buzzing. Every night. For a semester. She usually managed to keep her moans down, but the buzzing drove me crazy sometimes. Not to mention turned me on, a bit. I'd never been brave enough to borrow one of her toys. Or buy my own, for that matter.
Lilly turned back to me, her face red with embarrassment. "You did NOT see that."
"See what?" I asked innocently. Lilly glared at me, unsure if I was playing along or making fun of her. I wasn't really sure either.
After that, preparations for bed went smoothly. We did our nightly rituals, and I ended up in bed first, reading a book. Lilly came over and climbed in. It was late, so we turned off the light.
I fell asleep pretty quickly, but at some point, late at night, I woke up to a familiar noise coming from right next to me. I could not BELIEVE her. This kind of thing was exactly why I hadn't wanted to do this in the first place. I was about to open my mouth to say something when Lilly moaned lightly and whispered, "Oh, yes, Holly, fuck me."
I froze. Had I misheard her? I listened closely, but all I could hear behind me was labored breathing, that irritating buzzing, and the slight wet noise of it sliding in and out of her pussy. Her breathing became harder all of a sudden, I felt the bed shift as she stiffened, and she let out a little whispery moan. I'd been too far away in my own bed all those other times to hear these details, but they kind of turned me on. Her whispering my name was strange, though, and very confusing.
The next night, I couldn't sleep, but I pretended to fall asleep right away. 30 minutes or so went by, and the bed shifted as Lilly got off the bed and padded over to her dresser. I was turned towards her tonight, so I could see her through half-slitted eyes rummaging through her dresser drawer, picking up, examining, and rejecting a half-dozen vibrating dildos, each more exotic than the last. Finally she picked up the simple pink vibe I'd seen the previous day, smiled at it in the half-light from the city, and wandered back into bed. She didn't crawl back under the covers, and I watched, rapt, as she lifted her hips to pull down her shorts. I'd seen her naked plenty of times: this was nothing new. What was new was the way she began to tease herself with her hands.
She ran her hands down over her mound, running her fingers through the little brown racetrack of pubic hair she left unshaved above her pussy. She rubbed her thighs together, and I saw her glance over at me and bite her lip. Her other hand lifted, and reached towards me, hesitated, then retracted.
She closed her eyes again, and breathed a deep sigh. The hand that had approached me went to the toy. She moved it down between her legs, running the head of it across her lips, back up her abdomen and back up again. She switched back to feeling herself with her hands. I watched, transfixed, still pretending to be asleep, and began to feel wet myself.
She moved the vibrator--still not yet on--down between her pussy lips, rocking it back and forth. She stretched and moved against it, rubbing herself a little more firmly, as she turned to look at me through heavy lidded eyes.
Her mouth was slightly parted, and her breath was starting to come a little shorter. She ground her hips up against the length of the shaft and let out a little moan as she ran her eyes up and down my blanket-shrouded body. That's when I started to hear the small, wet noises coming from between her legs as she rocked the vibrator against the length of her pussy. She drew both legs up, sighed quietly, and turned on the vibrator. It pulsed: a slow steady vibe, and instantly she started writhing with more intensity, moving her legs back and forth, up and down. Her belly muscles tautened and relaxed as she moved against the vibrator, and I could see her nipples poking through the fabric of her tank top. She gripped the headboard with one hand and turned the speed of the vibration up a notch.
I quietly slid a hand down between my own legs, and started rubbing my wet pussy as unobtrusively as possible. She reached her unoccupied hand over to me suddenly, and she writhed with the vibrator, and stroked my exposed shoulder, just for a moment. She started making little noises. She changed the position of the vibrator, and suddenly it was sliding into her. The speed picked up again, and her hips lifted up off the bed, her back bending, her hips thrusting.
I pushed a finger into myself and watched as she cried softly to herself as her excitement rose. Finally, she slid the switch into the last, steady vibration setting and started moving harder against it as she fucked herself. Her breath came faster and suddenly she was crying out as quietly as she could, trying to keep from being too loud. Her body tensed, and she held the vibrator close against her, and she came. I could tell she came: her entire body was quivering like a taut clothesline. She let out a final gasp, turned off the vibe, and collapsed onto the bed.
She just lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, smiling, occasionally looking over at me appraisingly.
She pulled on her shorts, put the vibe under her pillow, and crawled back under the covers. I could feel the heat of her body just inches from my own.
She fell asleep, and I lay there in bed: horny, confused, and unsatisfied.
The third night, everything happened as before. She masturbated, this time with something that looked like a purple alien's cock, I watched through my eyelashes, squeezing my thighs together as I fought the urge to play with myself. When she was done--naked, sweaty, and breathing heavily--she turned towards me and looked at me for a moment. I thought I'd been discovered, so I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the yelling to start.
