My name is Ian; I'm an 18 year old student from Scotland. I have just finished school, but my story takes place last Christmas. I live with my parents and my twin sister Louise, I have a secret crush on my sister. I'm not sure if this often happens with twins, but I've always felt a powerful connection to her. Most siblings, I believe tend to argue and squabble, but not Louise and I, we have always socialized with a large group of friends and always been close, we discuss our relationships, good and bad, and are good friends in our own right.
My sister and I are as different as night and day. Louise has long blonde hair that falls halfway down her slender back; when the light catches it she has a halo. Louise has incredible blue eyes, you could loose yourself in the depths of eternity, and they are the colour of a tropical sea under a bright sunlight, quite beautiful. She has a nose I have difficulty describing, to me it's perfection, but how do I put that into words? Her lips permanently moist and plump and pert, I would say the shade is Cerise, always inviting a kiss. Louise is five foot six inches, and a bit she insists, not very tall, nonetheless she stands out as soon as she enters a room. Her figure is slender, but alluring, a glacier carved valley running from the perfectly formed mountain range, 34C in case you need a translation. Her backside belongs to a Greek Goddess perhaps Aphrodite herself, round and plump flawlessness precision. Louise has beautifully lean calves that spring from firm athletic thighs, which spring from ....well....heaven. Her feet could turn the most stolid in to a foot fetishist instantaneously; I could bow down and worship by suckling her big toes for eons.
As I say, as night and day, I am six foot two inches tall, I have dark brown hair, dark hazel eyes, quite well built; I play a lot of rugby in school, not necessarily the perfect athlete. My grades are average whilst Louise's are very good. And she runs track, fifteen hundred meters specialist I'm her biggest supporter when she runs and visa versa when I play.
Traditionally our grand parents come to us for Christmas normally staying ten to fifteen days, depending when Christmas day falls, however our grandmother had been ill recently, nothing serious, but this meant they were unable to travel the eighty miles north to us, so we decided to go to them, as Christmas alone just wouldn't be the same for any of us.
We only have the one car, a Mini, one of the newish ones. We were leaving late in the evening as Dad wanted to clear his work schedule for the holidays. By the time we packed the car up we'd filled the boot and half the back seat, with odds and ends stuffed in the front where Mum would be sitting, this meant there was only one seat for Louise and myself, she would have to sit on my lap, probably not legal, but as Dad won't drive over fifty we were fairly safe. Dad made us test it to see if we could fit in, the old joke, how many people can you fit in a Mini?
For the journey I was wearing a pair of shorts, long sleeved t-shirt and trainers, I know shorts in December are pretty stupid, but we are bread strong in Scotland. I did have a parka too, I'm not that stupid. Louise came out of the house wrapped in a beige throw and a pink fleece over a pair of jet black Lycra leggings; you could tell she was wearing a thong as there were no panty lines. I felt an excitement in my balls I was going to have that perfect ass so close to my cock. She chucked her throw in the boot, and stripped out of her fleece throwing it on top of the bags on the back seat revealing a tight white t-shirt with an obvious black bra underneath, and to top it off two pokey nipples. I made myself comfortable in the car getting ready for the car journey of my life.
"I hope I'm not going to squash you Ian, I've been tucking into Mums mince pies already." She laughed as she squeezed herself into the car, straddling my lap, with her back to me.
"It's ok Lou, we'll swap half way and I'll sit on your lap." I laughed back.
"No chance, you'll break me."
I wish, I thought. As she settled in, one leg either side of mine, her intoxicating aroma of perfume, Beauty by Calvin Klein, I bought it for her birthday, she had loads of perfumes given by puppy loved boyfriends, yet she only wore the one I bought her, that give me a buzz. I found myself with nowhere to put my hands I couldn't spend the entire journey with them up by my face; we were going to be at least an hour and a half.
"Lou, I don't mean to be stupid, but I've got no room for my hands, can I put them in front of you?" I asked with trepidation.
Louise laughed, "For God's sake Ian, of course you can." She leant forward and put her hands back, grabbed mine and wrapped them round her slender waist holding my hands crossed across her belly as we set off.
I noticed her body heat so close in a tiny car. I could feel her weight pushing down on my groin. My little finger on my right hand was touching the silky skin of her belly at the bottom of her t-shirt. Her long hair was pulled over her left shoulder. I could see the black strap of her bra running over her shoulder between her t-shirt and her delicate neck. I could see her beautiful reflection in the window. That's when it happened. I got hard. My penis was running down the inside of my thigh, pulsing. She was sat along the length, like the seat of a push bike.
She must feel it, what could I do? I daren't move. I'm not a small man, eight inches. I closed my eyes willing the pressure away, it didn't work. I could feel the heat of my blushes on my face. I tried to gently push my arse right into the corner of the seat whilst pushing my chest into her.
"Can you put the radio on dad?" she asked, was there something in her voice?
"Ok, love." The reply came.
Radio one came on. Some dance track, nothing I recognized. She started jigging back and fore, side to side, up and down, moving with the music. I could feel her thighs gripping tight to mine. Contracting and relaxing. I came, in my boxers. I'd never cum without fucking or wanking before, wow. The orgasm was intense. How I remained still and quiet I don't know. My erection however didn't disappear. I had a hard on for the full journey. She jigged for the full journey. It was torture, amazing, and incredible torture. Our hands never parted. We were joined at the hip for an hour and a half.
When we arrived at our Grandparents, Louise crawled out, my erection slowly disappearing, luckily. Was that a damp patch on my sisters groin, it was hard to tell with her black leggings. I had a patch of cum showing through my shorts; I grabbed a pair of track suit trouser from the bag beside me, and quickly pulled them on.
"It's getting cold now," I said as I crawled out myself.
I could see Louise's nipples were like bullets again, was she feeling the cold? She pulled on her fleece, had she seen me looking at her breasts? Was I getting paranoid?
Our Grandfather built their house about thirty years previously; it is quite a strange house a garage on the ground level with a bed room, then above is the living room and kitchen, and above that are two bed rooms a master and guest. Louise and I always stayed in the basement, although it's on the ground floor. It used to be a large room with twin beds; however Granddad has recently had an en suite shower room fitted in there. This left only room for a double bed, a small double bed. In fact this is the smallest double bed in existence, not much wider than a single.
When we went in the house we noticed that it was freezing cold, although there was a log fire dancing in the living room, we greeted our Grandparents, kisses all-round. Granddad explained that the boiler had broken earlier in the day, and had failed to get anyone out to look at it. Dad said he'd get an old friend out in the morning to look at it. We spent a pleasant evening together, catching up.
Later it was time for bed, Louise and I trudged down to the basement even colder down there. We didn't bother to change for bed we got in fully clothed, Louise still in her Lycra leggings me just in the track suit trousers, I'd ditched the cum stained shorts earlier. Louise pulled her fleece hood up; I grabbed a hoodie, put it on and did likewise. We climbed in bed. It was awkward at first, backs pressed together.
"Ian, I'm freezing give me a hug please?" We both rolled over, wrapped our arms around each other her head in the crook of my shoulder, our legs intertwined.
"Night Ian," she said.
"Night Lou," I replied. She reached up with her head and kissed me on the lips, her lips were cold, tasting of strawberry lip gloss, she caught me by surprise so I only half kissed her. The kiss wasn't strange, we always kissed on the lips for birthdays, congratulations etc. we'd just never slept in the same bed, hence the surprise. Louise was soon fast asleep; she even quietly snored, though she'd never admit it. My hand slid down and cupped her buttock; I was erect when I eventually fell asleep dreaming of my sister.
I awoke in the same position, a half remembered dream of Louise slowly evaporating from my memory. I opened my eye to see her smiling at me. My erect cock stabbing her in the thigh. My hand still clamped on her arse. I quickly removed my hand and moved backwards removing my erection from her.
"Morning sleepy head, did you have pleasant dreams?" Louise smiled, pulling herself closer to me, I was against the wall I couldn't go any where.
"I'm sorry Lou; it's a morning thing, a guy thing, "Morning Glory"." I stumbled.
"More like "All Night Glory"! You've been shoving that at me all night." She laughed, snuggling her legs right into me, grinding into my pulsing cock.
Before I could say anything else, I heard the click and whirr of the boiler kicking in followed by Dad shouting down the stairs. "Ok guys the heating's fixed, give it half hour before using the shower."
"Ok, Thanks." We replied in unison.
"Can I see it?" Louise asked.
"What? No. Why?" I stammered not believing this was happening.
She blushed. "Well it felt big in the car, and it felt massive all night, I just want to look. Please?"
"In the car.... You noticed? You want to look?"
"Of course I noticed, silly. Its ok, I don't mind. In fact it's a compliment isn't it?" She replied. She pushed back the duvet, the room still cold.
I rolled onto my back and pulled back the elastic of my trackies, my cock sprang out, and I dragged my balls out too, putting the elastic underneath. Louise wrapped her self around my chest her eyes glued to the action.
"Wow, Ian. You're enormous." She just stared at it, "you've nice big balls too."
