(Cate's story of a year in her life)
IMPORTANT
This is the continuation of an earlier story that I have now edited. So it follows on here from the re-written chapters
The originals were posted as:
My Twin Brother Chapters 01-03
My Twin Brother Chapters 04-06
There are now 13 chapters, with 2 new posts.
I'd also like to point out that this story is written by an Australian, about life in Australia and it is written using Australian/English spelling, grammar and terminology.
I would welcome your comments, good and bad and of course your votes! Thanks for reading . . .
Chapter 7
And we did! I didn't count but I think we made love 5 or 6 more times that night and the next morning. We didn't sleep much. When I was asleep, Pete was awake and couldn't help himself in caressing me and doing things that brought me awake with delicious feelings. Then he fell asleep and I reciprocated. Pete later told me that waking with me sucking his penis was the best awakening of his life!
We returned to Sydney and as we walked off the plane and into the terminal, we gradually moved apart. Our hands touched less and less until we were safely in the taxi on the way home when they hungrily entwined again. It was as if Sydney, our hometown where we knew lots of people and people knew us, was ready to point the finger at us. I felt anxious and I knew Pete did too.
Mum & Dad were at work when we got home and Pete and I both went to our rooms and unpacked in silence, with our thoughts bouncing all over the place. I sat on my bed and thought about our situation. My door was open as was Pete's and I knew he was doing the same.
At the same instant I called "Pete!", he called out "Cate". We both laughed and that broke the tension. Pete raced to my room and virtually dived on me, pinning me to my bed, smothering me with kisses and hugging me so hard I couldn't breath! I didn't care; I'd happily die in my brother's arms.
Realising that I was having difficulty breathing, Pete flipped us over in one acrobatic movement so I was on top, kissing his neck. Pete had the sundress I was wearing way up my back and his hands inside my knickers, squeezing my bum. I could feel his erection pressing against my tummy so I slid my hands between us and stroked Pete through his jeans.
"Cate, I want you so much!" Pete almost sobbed and began pushing my knickers down. I sat up, somehow extricated myself from my knickers and pulled my dress off over my head. I was naked in seconds and chided Pete for being overdressed.
I helped with his t-shirt, undid his belt and pulled his zipper down.
Jack
sprang out at me, looking very ready for action. Pete lifted me and plonked me down right onto him. I was so wet and ready he slid right in to the hilt. No foreplay, just urgent fucking. It felt wonderful to have him in me again and I squirmed down to be sure that he was in as far as possible. I stopped and moved my feet up so they were either side of Pete's hips. Then I used my leg muscles to raise up and drop back onto him, setting up a bouncing motion that Pete reciprocated to. We were so urgent. So high on the sex. So into each other and our own bodies. I wanted Pete to come in me and Pete was using his thumb to help me but he kept losing contact I was bouncing so fast.
Along one side of my bedroom is my wardrobe with big sliding mirror doors. I looked to my left and saw us like a porno movie. Was that really me, bouncing up and down on my brother? Were they my breasts that bounced with erect nipples? Was that me biting my lip in agonizing expectation of my soon to come orgasm?
I bounced higher and could just see Pete's penis under my thighs as it drove up into me. From nowhere words I had never vocalised came to mind. He was "fucking" my "cunt", my "pussy" with his "dick", his "prick". I wanted to say these words as if they would somehow help me reach my orgasm quicker. I felt decadent, even slutty.
But at that moment, Pete lifted his pelvis off the bed and pushed up into me as he cried out some guttural sounds. I felt his semen shoot up into me. Strange that I could feel this in such detail. I felt each spurt and the heat of it. Is it always like this I wondered? But I hadn't come yet and I so desperately wanted to come. Pete had collapsed back onto the bed and was gasping for breath. But he was still hard and I relished the feeling as his warm fluid made for extra slipperiness. Pete was done, so I had to help myself and my fingers were a blur as I teased my waiting orgasm out of my throbbing clitoris. It was huge and I collapsed down onto Pete with aching legs and a sigh of contentment. I realized that Pete still had his jeans on!
"Oh dear, my bed is virginal no more . . . " I sighed into Pete's neck.
"But mine still is!" replied Pete.
Kissing Pete's lips, eyes and neck in rotation I purred: "We might . . . have to . . . do something . . . about that!"
Pete feigned to move towards his bedroom but I held onto him telling him that there was no way we could have a repeat performance for at least . . . 10 minutes!
My doona cover was a cummy mess and I wondered how I could hide this from my Mum if she were to come into my room. Necessity makes us very inventive I thought as I turned the doona over. That night as I got into bed it was strangely exciting to feel the still wet and slightly sticky bedding on my legs. I brought myself to a quick and very satisfying end to the day and was asleep before my pulse returned to normal.
Chapter 8
The next few weeks were ridiculously busy as we prepared to start the next phase of our lives at University. We were both successful in getting into our first choices at Sydney University, with Pete enrolling for his first year of Law and me for my first year of Medicine. Orientation week was fun and we caught up with quite a few friends from school. But it left us under no illusion as to what we were in for if we were serious about our futures -- work, work and more work!
Pete and I realized that it wasn't going to work sharing a car and as a reward, the old Mazda went and 2 shiny new ones arrived, courtesy of our wonderful Mum and Dad, one for each of us. They are identical except for sequential number plates. So, the twins now have twin cars! We decided that who ever left first would take the one that was easiest to get out of our now overflowing garage/driveway.
Our desires didn't change and every few days we found time to get together and fuck each other's brains out! Language at University was so much more descriptive than at school and we both started using "fuck" as an expression of surprise, amazement, awesomeness and pretty much everything else. Pete even accidentally said this in front of Mum in the kitchen as he talked to me about my workload. Then he apologised profusely to Mum who laughed it off saying "I've heard it all before . . ."
Suddenly we were adults with a mind of our own, in charge of our own destiny and lives.
One Saturday morning as we ate breakfast in the kitchen and planned our weekend study requirements, Mum asked about our social lives, our friends, any boyfriends, girlfriends on the scene and even hinted at a party.
We both said that we didn't have much time for anything but our mounting assignments and end of term exams which were rumoured as the start of weeding out anyone who couldn't hack the mustard. But we knew that Mum thought it strange that we hadn't mentioned anyone we were even vaguely interested in. There were heaps of guys that I knew I should be attracted to and I suspected Pete was having to belt the girls away with a stick, as he was the hunkiest guy at Uni as far as I was concerned. His hair was longer and he planned to let it grow and he often didn't shave for a week or so making him look even sexier. He was maturing and I noticed his body hair was thickening and darkening a bit. His curly chest hair was becoming a turn-on for me and I found that I could grab hold of him by his short-and-curlies either side of
Jack
! Pete protested but I knew he was turned on me doing this and pulling him towards where I wanted his penis to be!
My pubes had grown back since my Brazillian before we went to Melbourne but I kept everything trimmed and neat. I couldn't afford another full waxing but had a bikini-line every now and then although I hadn't had a bikini on since the summer holidays. Too much work for the beach!
Friday mornings became our time to spend together, pretty much as soon as we had the house to ourselves. We both had until noon before we had to be at Uni. We fucked, mostly in Pete's room and sometimes managed several orgasms before we showered together and left for Uni. On that day we usually went together in one of our cars as we finished at the same time and could come home together. We held hands and caressed each other as we drove and we talked, about our work, friends we were making and where our lives were going. I think we both avoided "the future" and what would become of us. We both know that as much as we love each other, we can't marry, have kids or be a couple in any society that knows us. So we avoided the subject and lived for what we had now.
The old saying "Practice makes Perfect" applies to many things, including making love and the more we did it the better it became. Pete came to know my body and what works for me very well and I certainly learned much about Pete, how to turn him on with just a look, how to give him orgasms that shook the earth and how to make him wait for them! He learned to bring me to the point of my climax and keep me there until I could stand it no longer. It was delicious sex.
We experimented with different positions, found ways to tease each other till we laughed and cried and kept each other satisfied, sexually and in our lives generally. We were both working hard and efficiently and whilst we couldn't really help each other with our subjects being so different, we worked together to push ourselves to achieve the results we were after. Distinctions were our goals and we were both at the top end of our year by the time winter arrived. Not that winter in Sydney is a real winter, but it made us think of snuggling in a warm bed and we did this regularly when our schedules permitted.
One day we sat at each end of my bed with books stewn around and our legs entwined under my doona. Our feet began to play and soon Pete was using his foot and particularly his big toe to tease
Gina
. He was succeeding and I lay back on my pillows as he made me wet and slippery, rubbing my clit and teasing my hole. It was unreal as Pete looked at me from afar -- at the other end of my bed. He watched me, and I watched him, watching me. He saw me play with my breasts and tweak my nipples. He saw me bite my lip. He saw my sharp intake of breath and heard my urgent sounds. He read my urgency but smiled and eased off my clit, making me wait and building my need to come.
I grabbed his foot and pulled it into
