Chapter 2 - Twincest
On another day, in another place not 5 miles away from the Aimes' family home, it was truly beautiful and warm, sunny, a sweet day meant for relaxing by the pool. That was the day that found twins Jenny and Julie Aimes relaxing by the pool of their parent's spacious home. They were
totally
unaware of the goings-on at their Aunt & Uncle's place, but likely would've been cool with it. The girls were modern, liberal free -thinkers – well,
now
they were anyway.
"Soaking up rays" Jenny always called it. Her identical twin wasn't as much of a sun worshiper as her one-minute older sibling, it was one of the few ways one could tell them apart. There were other ways as well, but no one yet had seen those ways. It was one of the twin's shared little secrets.
One other way was manner of dress. Jenny was the bolder, more effervescent of the two, often choosing not to wear underwear under her too-short minis and shorts. She loved her body and all the lurid thoughts it could inspire, in young and old alike, or in men and women.
"Oil my back?" Jenny asked her sibling, who freely assented.
Julie began rubbing her sister's body, up and down, in concentric circles, hearing the sound of her sister's sighs turn into throaty purrs. It wasn't the first time she'd heard those purrs – and it wouldn't be the
last
either.
Jenny's body continually inspired lurid thoughts in her twin. Those lurid thoughts were constantly received happily and reciprocated naughtily.
Jenny flipped herself over, her blue-metallic bikini glinting in the sunlight. "Want me to take this off, sugar?" she teased her twin, slipping two fingers to the side of the bikini bottom and raising an eyebrow.
Julie, in a silvery bikini that was almost as small as her twin's, reacted in mock surprise. "Jenny! What a
slut
you are! We're
outdoors
! We're
sisters
, we shouldn't do all those
naughty, perverted, kinky
things!" she said with a giggle.
"Okay, we'll stop ... what a
shame
! You'll never feel my tongue on your clit again, or my fingers deep inside your pussy or my hands squeezing your tits or ... " Jenny was silenced by Julie crushing her lips to her twin's.
"Cheater ... you don't fight
fair
!" Julie growled as she looked into the identical blue eyes of her sister.
"All's fair in ... "
"Yeah, yeah!" Julie laughed at her best friend, twin and lover. The twins tossed their tiny bikinis aside and lay out on the plush towels they'd brought with them in anticipation of what they knew what would inevitably occur. Slender, supple naked, the pair were sensually alike, equal in their passion for the other's blonde delights. The 18-year olds had discovered the joys of
lesbian incest
some time ago and were now quite adept at pleasing one another, their actions and skills quite diverse in nature. They moved with a slow, deliberate grace, touching and kissing, the kisses growing a bit bolder, the touches more exploratory in nature. Julie seemed to know just where to touch Julie to make her quiver, Julie could use the merest Butterfly-kiss and Jenny trembled with desire.
The pace of their loveplay began to speed up, now they were kissing and licking with urgency, fingers were probing, tongues dabbing into eager, wet horny cunts. The gentle sighs became loud groans, the twins became more vocal, the move had gone from sweet gentle lovemaking to hardcore lesbian fucking.
"Julie, fucking Christ, you lezzie fuckslut, you know your way around my cunt!" Jenny moaned as her twin's slithery tongue grooved all over her pussy lips and suckled at her aroused clit. It was true, the adorable little minx knew just what her sister liked – because she shared most of the same preferences!
Not
all
of those preferences though – Julie loved to feel her sister's slender fingers gingerly running all over her body and then into her pussy. Jenny should have been a masseuse – she knew just where to touch her eager twin to get her sizzling with lust.
The summer sun beating down on them both, their wriggling forms moving two and fro as they 69'd at poolside, the pair were oblivious to anything else but their own, urgent, sapphic needs.
The twins moved as one, practiced in just what each of them needed to do to give pleasure, what each of them needed to
receive
it. Their pattern was almost identical, time after time – a slow, languous start, leading to more frenetic, hurried, needy sex. They varied it from time to time, but it was a ritual they both relished, it brought them to the peaks of joy.
Julie was buried as deep in her sister's pussy as a girl could get and she couldn't yell out her desires, but she needn't have bothered – Jenny's hands were roaming all over her body, pinching nipples and stroking slender thighs and making her feel special and loved. She reciprocated by making sure her mirror-image would soon be convulsing in orgasm.
Jenny was writhing in agony, but
Oh God
, what a
wonderful
agony, a painful bliss she hoped would never end. Her toes curled, a sign that Julie noticed each and every time, it was a sign her sibling was in the throes of passion.
Very few lovers were as simpatico as the sexy blonde twins, each knew the signs of the other's arousal. The signs of Julie's arousal were her eyes clamped shut and her breathing became labored and her cheeks flushed red. Julie's head would also roll from side to side, the way it was doing now. The sexual passion the two shared was unmistakable, they were just glad none of their friends or their parents hadn't caught on.
The fact that they had an incestuous lesbian relationship was a fluke anyway, although a very happy one. Early one weekend afternoon, Julie had gone over to their friend Shelly's and the girl's parents were going over to another couple's for a barbecue. Their mother, Nikki, had asked Jenny to help her with the laundry and do a load of "delicates". Their parents were loving, generous people who gave their children lots of freedoms and love, so the girls always helped out when asked. Jenny cheerfully did as she was asked.
While she was putting away her mother's expensive lingerie, Jenny stumbled upon a naughty little surprise, a secret her mother had hidden from the world. In the bottom drawer of her mom's bureau, she found a stash of magazines. Red-hot
lesbian
magazines. Women having sex with other women. Sensual magazines of girl-on-girl sex, women playing with toys and tongues, looking delicious, sexy, happy, sensual. Jenny sat on the bed, stunned – stunned
and highly aroused
.
Jenny sat on her parent's bed, flipping through the sexy magazines. None of the photos were trashy, her mom had good taste. There were pictures from someone named Andrew Blake, Jenny discovered her favorites were the pictures by a lady named Suze Randall and her daughter, Holly. Sexy and great attention to detail, Jenny could tell the women had an eye for detail. Oooh, how sexy, she thought. All of the models wore the sexiest shoes and lingerie and their makeup was "just so".
One of the pictorials was really sexy – the two women were dressed in latex and spike heels and playing some kind of naughty game, obviously in a state of high arousal. One of the women bore a strong resemblance to her mother, maybe that's why her mom had kept that magazine on top of the pile. The other model was a curvy brunette, both of them seemed so hot for each other and so at ease in their sexplay.
The pictures were a tremendous turn-on and were making Jenny horny as hell, so she moved her short-shorts to one side and slid a slender finger into her pantyless pussy, stroking herself with a gentle motion.
That was when her twin walked into the room.
"Jenny! Shit, what the fuck are you doing?"
"What's it look like, goofy? I'm playing with myself and getting myself off. You should know, you've done it enough times." Julie stuck out her tongue at her sister, but it was true, she was a horny little thing at times. Being twins, the girls had almost no secrets anyway, they often slept together to keep warm in their drafty home.
"Okay, but what have you got there? Omigod, it's a dirty magazine!"
"Yeah, a lesbian magazine. Jeez Julie, it's really hot!"
"Ewww, two girls? Gross. Where'd you get it, is it Daddy's?"
"Nope. Found it in
mom's
bottom drawer when I was putting away her undies. Hey, why're you home? Thought you were at Shelly's?"
"She got sick – so I came home. Mom's drawer? Mom's into chicks?"