Sister Clare & Her Twins

I'm Darlene, a single mother of an 18 year old boy, my handsome Steve. I had Steve when I was 18 and now he's a grown young man, while I'm still a young woman at 36. I'm curvy with a slim waist and a small torso that makes my boobs look bigger. I'm very petite, at 4' 10", so I often wear high heels to compensate. Men like my well proportioned, little body. I love being manhandled, not too roughly, but not too gently by a tall, strong guy.

Lately, I was seeing this guy Frank from work. He was really into me, or so it seemed. He was cute and fun and in bed, but also kinda jealous, wanting to check my phone and social media all the time. Last time Frank came to my apartment, my son was at his friend's so Frank and I got busy. We were in the middle of a hot sweaty fuck and I was getting really loud, as I do when I'm turned on, when Frank paused in the middle of a big thrust.

"What's wrong baby?" I said, all mad that he stopped. Frank put his finger to his lips, like he heard an intruder.

"Someone's out there in the hall," he whispered.

He quietly pulled out of me and put on his underwear. Then he picked up a heavy marble carving of a couple from my bedside table and tiptoed to the door. It was slightly cracked; all he had to do was pull it wide open.

There stood my son Steve, with his cock in his had. He was spying on us and jacking off!

"WHAT THE FUCK STEVE?" Frank yelled, his face still all red from fucking me, "You are some kinda pervert, peeping on your mom and me! Get the fuck out of here!"

I stepped between them and gave Frank a filthy look.

"Don't talk to my son like that! You're not his dad! I do the parenting and scolding around here. Steve honey, it's time for you to go to your room, and we'll talk later, ok? I'm not mad at you baby, just go now and I'll be down to see you soon."

Steve looked so embarrased and ashamed that I took his face between my hands and kissed him hard on the cheek.

"Don't worry baby. I love you with all my heart and you didn't do nothing wrong. Now go play a video game and forget this ever happened."

"Didn't do nothing wrong? What the fuck's the matter with you Darlene? The little pervert was..."

"FRANK! Shut the fuck up! Get your clothes on and get the fuck out of my house! No man's going to talk about my son like that!"

Frank picked up his jeans and t shirt and boots and walked right out the door without even putting them on. I heard his truck revving and then he peeled off, screeching his tires like a jerk.

I was still wearing a plaid mini skirt, thigh highs and no panties like a sexy schoolgirl for Frank, so I stripped and put on a baggy Nirvana t shirt and some sweats before I knocked on Steve's bedroom door.

"Honey," I called, "We're alone now. Can I come in?"

He mumbled a "Yes Mom." I opened his door gently and sat beside him on his twin bed. He was staring at a screen the whole time and fiddling with his controller.

"Steve," I said, "Would you mind shutting that off for a minute so we can talk?"

He turned it off, but still didn't look at me.

"Steve baby, I would never have been doing that if I'd known you were home. I am really sorry for putting you through that. I guess it must have got you excited, seeing me like that. It's perfectly natural for a guy your age, when he sees something raunchy to get all excited. I don't blame you for doing that. But it's also natural for me to have sex once in a while. I'm a young woman, Steve, and I get horny just like you baby!"

I started laughing to break the ice. Steve had his head down, but I could see he cracked a smile too. I put my hand on his leg and gave him a squeeze.

"Now kiss your Mama goodnight and we'll say no more about this. That jerk Frank won't be back here no more, I promise you that."

Steve is about 5' 11" and muscular like his dad. He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. But then I felt something thick and hard rubbing me. Next thing I knew, Steve was touching my boobs through my t shirt.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, "That's not ok sweetheart. I'm your mother!"

He pushed my shirt up and then he was on top of me, between my thighs with his hard thing rubbing me through my panties.

"Mom!" he whispered in my ear, "I want to be your man. I'll treat you right, not like that dick Frank! I'll always love you! Mom, you're so beautiful."

He was grinding his hard cock against me. I guess I was still horny from being interrupted with Frank and my body responded to Steve, but I got a grip of myself and slid out from underneath him.

"I love you too Steve," I told him, stroking his chest. "You're my big son and you're a real man. I think you're strong and handsome. I know you love me and I'm very flattered that a cute guy like you wants to make love to me. But we can't be doing this. It's called incest. I know you're all worked up and I am too, I ain't gonna lie, but if we have sex it'll change things between us forever. I'm afraid it might harm you. So please, I'm asking you to respect my wishes. Let's go to our beds and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow you're going camping with dad. Remember?"

Steve groaned, like camping was the last thing on his mind. I couldn't blame him. A moment ago he had been a few centimeters of fabric away from penetrating his Mom! To be honest, I was all wet and tingling from the thrill of it. Camping with dad can't compare with that! I hugged Steve and kissed him on the forehead.

"Thanks for being a gentleman." i said. "I love you more than anything. Now let's go to sleep please."

Steve left for the camping trip with my dad early the next day and I decided to go spend the weekend with my sister. I needed to get away from Frank and everything, and I wanted my older sister's advice about Steve. My sister Clare is 3 years older than me, also divorced and with twin boys of 19.

I drove the 3 hours down to Myrtle Beach where Clare has a small apartment and works as a bartender. Her boys shared a room and Clare and I slept in her bed when I visited. When we were kids I'd always want to get in Clare's bed when I woke up alone in the dark at night. When she was in college and I visited her, she had a one bedroom apartment, so I shared her Queen size bed then too. That was the first time since we were little girls, but certainly not the last.

Clare had done some experimenting at college, she told me. That first night she said, "I like to sleep naked. Do you mind? Maybe you can do the same so we're equal."

She was already under the covers. I felt a little self conscious, stripping in front of her, and letting her see my breasts and shaved pussy, but it was also exciting to show off my naked body while Clare watched me.

I got in bed beside her and she raised the covers, looking at my body while showing me hers. Clare is a few inches taller than me with a very pretty figure and large, pointy breasts.

"You are so tiny," she smiled. "Like a cute little doll."

"You have a great body," I told her. "College guys must go crazy for you."

"Some of them seem to like me," she grinned, "and girls too."

"Girls?" I asked, "Oh my, I guess you've learned a lot in college! Anyway, you have great boobs. They're turning me on. I wish mine were shaped like that."

"Touch them if you want," Clare said. Her eyes were shiny.

I hesitated and then lightly stroked her breasts. Her puffy pink nipples were soon standing up, swollen and horny looking. My nipples got hard from touching her and having our naked bodies so close. Clare moved so her nipples touched mine. I shivered. A tingling sex jolt ran down my belly and my clit unfolded and stuck out to be touched. I had never been in bed naked with a girl, and now I was getting horny for my sister.

"Spread your legs," Clare said. "Do you trust me?"

I nodded, yes. I was too nervous and excited to say anything. I lay on my back and spread my thighs. Clare leaned over and kissed my pussy full on the lips. I felt another tingle in my clit. My pussy lips were swelling and parting, like a guy was going to fuck me.

Clare slipped her middle finger between my lips and licked my clitoris until I was panting. "Your sweet clit could cum any minute," Clare whispered, "but I want to give you a better orgasm. A hot little dike showed me this. I'm going to stroke your G spot."

By now I was ready for her to do whatever she wanted. I opened my thighs wide and Clare got on top of me. Her breasts stroked mine and my nipples were stiff as pencil erasers. She kissed me on the mouth and I could taste my own pussy as she slid her tongue between my lips. It was a beautiful kiss, sexy and womanly.

"I love you," she whispered, as she fingered my juicy slit. I moaned aloud as her fingertip pressed on something inside me. I had a spasm of pre-orgasmic pleasure.

"Oh Clare!" I cried, "You're making me feel... Oh God! I'm going to cum so hard!"

I felt a gush drench her hand and I squirted for the first time. Then she made me squirt again. The sheets were soaked, so we put a bath towel under us and she licked my juices off my thighs and rubbed her clit on mine until we both came again.

Afterwards she held my body against hers and we kissed until we fell asleep. Since then, every time I stay with Clare or she comes to visit, we sleep together naked and have great sex. She is my sister and some people would see that as incest, but sometimes girls just like to get each other off. I'm naturally submissive to her and she sometimes rides me with a strap on. She has also ties my wrists and edges me to squirting orgasms.

So I was looking forward to seeing Clare. After the frustrating night with my ex-boyfriend and the feelings I got from my son almost mounting me, I needed my sister to pay my body some attention. I also wanted to talk to her about Steve and the way he feels about me. As the sexy mother of two boys I knew she'd have advice about handling horny sons.

When I arrived, Clare was at work, so I hung out with my twin nephews Joe and Hardy. I took them for tacos for lunch and we had a fun day driving around and hanging on the beach. When we got home, Clare was preparing dinner. We ate with the boys and then she sent them off to play video games so we could catch up. I told her all my news, ending with breaking up with Frank. Then I told her about having to fight off Steve.

She lit up a joint as she listened sympathetically, and we passed it back and forth until we were both pretty mellow. I forgot what I wanted to say for a while and then when I started to say something else, it came back to me. I asked if she had ever had anything similar happen with her boys.

"Yes, actually, I have, " she smiled, "but let's talk about that later. First I want to ask about Steve. It sounds to me like you have just what you need right there at home."

"You mean Steve? Well that's not what I meant. He's my son. I'm not going to let him have sex with me! It's incest, Clare!"

"How did you feel when he was on top of you? Were you excited? Even a little? Steve is a good looking guy. Even though he's your son, our bodies react. When a good looking guy with a hard cock gets on top of me, that's a turn on, no matter what the social morality stuff says."

"Well it's more than social morality stuff, it's my personal sense of right and wrong. But since you ask that question, yes I felt excited. He was rubbing his boner on me through my skimpy little panties and I got all tingly and wet."

"Did he have his penis out? Or was it through his pants?"

"Through his pants! He didn't take it out, thank God!"

"Why do you say Thank God? If he'd taken it out and he was rubbing his naked cock on your panty-covered pussy, would that have been more hard to resist?"

"You make it sound so hot! Yes, of course it would have been more exciting with his bare cock, but that's not the point Clare!"

"It's not? Well think about this. Here you are meeting guys like Frank. Before him there was that other abusive dickhead who called you stupid all the time, right?"

"That was Paul. Yes Paul was a dick. Frank was kind of an improvement over him."

"Maybe so, but you're not having much luck with these guys. It sounds like your picker is broke or your man-radar, whatever you call it. The guys you're picking are assholes Darlene. So maybe it would be a good idea to go against your idea of who you're attracted to and go for the opposite."

"Interesting idea. How would I do that? Pick guys I can't stand? Fuck men I hate?" I giggled. The weed was making me silly.

"Well no, but take last night for example. Steve is attracted to you. He's a horny guy with a sexy young mother. He fantasizes about you, probably jerks off thinking about you, maybe spies on you showering. He's a young hormonal guy. He's always around this curvy little sexpot who happens to be his mother. I bet his sheets are stiff every week when you do the laundry, and it's all because of you Darlene!"

"OMG! You make it sound like it's my fault! I'm not teasing him on purpose! I don't try to be a sexpot mother for Steve, and if he sniffs my panties, that's not 'cause I ask him to!"

"Oh so he does sniff your panties?"

"Well I did find one or two pairs under his pillow. They were gooey and gross. I guess he jerks off on them, but I don't ask him to do that! I don't leave my smelly panties by his bedroom door at night!"

"Ok, so we know that Steve has the hots for you. I don't blame him, you're every teenage boy's wet dream. But what I'm saying is, why are you hunting out in the wilds for a man and bringing home cavemen like Frank and Paul for sex, when you have a sweet young stud who loves you, right there at home?"

"Are you saying I should fuck my son? I can't believe you Clare! Would you fuck your boys?"

"Maybe I do fuck them. Maybe they double team me. Sounds kinda hot, don't you think?"

"You are fucking with my head now Clare! We shouldn't have gotten so stoned. I came to you for advice, not a bunch of taboo porn."

Clare laughed at this. "I'm sorry Darlene, you're so serious and I guess I had one toke too many. You want some more, by the way?"

"Not me," I coughed, "I'm stoned to fuck and the drive is catching up too. I think I'll go to bed, and you come in when you feel like it. It don't matter how sound asleep I am, wake me, ok? I've been fantasizing about you all day."

"Me too, Darlene, and all this taboo talk has got me even hornier. I'm going to have to use you for my pleasure all night, so sleep while you can. I'm going to turn things off and say goodnight to the boys. You go right to bed, and remember, I want you naked."

"Oh yeah! I'll be all bare and smooth for you. Don't make we wait too long!"

I went to her room, stripped and checked out my body in her full-length mirror. Then I lay down between the cool sheets, playing with my nipples and my clit, imagining what Clare might do to me. What did she say about her boys? They double team her every night! God, she was kidding, but she can be so raunchy. But it made me horny when she said it. Just picturing her being double teamed by her two sons! I know those boys stay hard all night. What woman doesn't want that? Even if they are my nephews! Fuck this weed! It's dissolving my inhibitions!

Then she said I should fuck Steve! Holy moly! I mean he does jerk off thinking about me. What would it be like if I let him in my bed? Say I was scared and I needed him to sleep beside me. Would he try something? Why does that make me horny? What if I went in his room all naked. Oh God, now I'm fantasizing about Steve! It's the weed! Clare needs to get in here! I need some water anyway. I'l go to the kitchen and get a drink and ask her to come to bed. Maybe I'll put a towel around me in case I see the twins.

I found a bath towel, wrapped it around myself and walked to the kitchen. It was dark, so I got a glass of water and drank it at the sink. The weed was giving me cotton mouth. I drank a second glass and went around the corner to the living room. Dark and empty. Where was she? I stroked Fritz her cat for a while. I figured she might be saying goodnight to the twins and I didn't want to interrupt her. Then I got bored so I went down the passage to the boys' bedroom. Sure enough there was a dim light shining out their door and the soft sound of Clare's voice.

I thought, maybe I'd say goodnight to the twins, and give Clare the hint. I tiptoed down the hall, holding the towel tight around me, making sure I was decent for the boys. As I approached the door it was cracked, so I thought I'd stick my head around and say "goodnight".

I looked around the door and saw a surreal scene. At first I thought the weed was making me hallucinate.

Clare was naked on the bed with her back to me. Joe and Hardy were kneeling on either side of her, sucking her breasts as she jerked their hard cocks.

"I want you boys to cum on my tits. Not in my pussy. I want to be fresh for Darlene."

"Oh fuck," Joe whispered, " I want to see you and Darlene!"

"Yes," Hardy said, "Can we watch you? I want to see her face when she cums!"

Clare was speeding up her rhythm on Joe's cock. "Oh that's hot! Do you boys want to jerk off on us?"

"Fuck yes Mama!" Joe and Hardy said in unison.

Clare said, "Both of you cum on my tits. Then Darlene can taste and smell you on them."

My hand was between my legs. I was so horny watching Clare and her sons and hearing them talk about the boys watching us have sex. I wanted to step through the door and masturbate for them so they could jack off on me.

They were still looking the other way and I could see without being seen. Clare got up and sat on a straight backed chair, still looking away from me. The boys knelt on either side of her. They were sucking her nipples and she was getting ready to cum.

She reached out and gripped their hard cocks, jerking them off as they sucked on her.

"You boys make me so hot! I'm gonna cum!"

Joe and Hardy stood up and jerked their big cocks over Clare's bouncing breasts. Joe sped up and sprayed jets of cum over Clare. Then Hardy groaned, "Stick out your tits for me, Mom!"

Clare shoved her tits out, moaning, as Joe and Hardy squirted on her, rubbing their cream in until her skin was shiny and glowing.

I was so horny from watching them, I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted to give the boys my dripping pussy. I stepped out from behind the door, showing off my bare tits and stroking my pussy as Clare and her sons looked on.

"Oh Darlene, baby," Clare said, "You are so hot! Do you want my boys to fuck you?"

I nodded my head and Joe and Hardy came closer.

"Let's take this down to my room," Clare said, "My bed is bigger."

Joe and Hardy followed me down to Clare's room. They couldn't keep their hands off my bare ass and my tits and I stroked their stiffening cocks as we walked. I couldn't wait for my nephews to fuck me. When we got to Clare's bedroom, she lay down on the bed to watch her sons fuck me. Joe stood behind me and picked me up easily, cupping his hands under my butt like a swing. He held me up and I opened my legs for Hardy. He pulled my thighs wide and moved in close, rubbing the tip of his hard cock between my juicy lips.

"Yes baby," I said, "Fuck Auntie Darlene hard."

I felt dirty and horny, stroking my nephew's naked cock, like an incestuous whore. I knew I would let Steve fuck me when I got home. The thought of fucking both my nephews made me so hot that I came on Hardy's cock. My pussy contractions gripped and massaged him until I felt his shaft twitch and spurt inside me.

"Oh Fuck baby! I feel you cumming," I moaned. His thick sperm was dripping out of my pussy and down his balls.

When Hardy pulled out, Joe carried me to the bed and positioned me so I was kneeling with my ass sticking out. He gripped my hips and began pounding into me. Clare lay down beside us with her face close to where Joe's cock was sliding into my pussy. I felt her tongue on me as she sniffed and licked us.