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Themes used in this fantasy are sibling love, incest, lactation, and impregnation, aka breeding kink. This is a work of complete fiction and does not intentionally represent any known person(s) living or dead. Also, it is a fantasy, so please read it as such.
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My twin sister and I have always been close, as usually is the case with twins. I'm Dennis and my sister is Lenora. We're known to friends and family as Denny and Lenny, because that's what our parents called us from birth.
Right now, we are both 19 and are attending a local junior college, living at home. Throughout our lives, Lenny and I developed our own personae. We didn't do "the twin thing" like so many twins do. We were our own people, but in the end, we were still twins.
We are physically similar, but not wholly identical. I'm a lanky six-feet tall, sinewy, but not ripped, with blonde hair and blue eyes and a fair complexion. I'm not in the "dashing good looks" category, but I'm not a troll, either. I played volleyball in high school, so I'm trim and athletic. And, based on my observations in the men's locker-room after matches, I'm fairly well-endowed between the legs.
Lenny, my twin, is drop-dead gorgeous. She's about five feet nine inches tall, blonde haired and blue-eyed like me. She has an angelic face framed by her long, blonde hair, a beaming smile, and dimples that I didn't get.
Along with her height, she got her fair share of curves. A gorgeous set of hips, with just the right amount of curve, and an ass that always got everyone's attention -- guys, girls, and even mine.
But Lenny was truly blessed in the boob department. By the time we were seniors, she sported a very nice set of perky large C-cups, perhaps D-cups. She also played volleyball in high school, and was popular among her teammates. She kept her boobs tightly lashed down under two sports bras while she played to avoid pain and unwanted attention.
We'd always been close, and playful. We got along great, and we pranked each other whenever we could. Nothing mean, just fun. And we played our share of grab-ass and groping, again playful, not mean or disrespectful in any way. We had fun and loved and looked out for each other as brother and sister.
Senior year was the year of our, Lenny's and mine, collective awakening at age 18. I don't know what triggered it, but we both began seeing each other in a different way.
One afternoon at home after school went like this.
She came through the door I greeted her, "Hey Lenny, how'd things go for you today"
Lenny smiled and said, "I had a good day, but it's better now that I'm here."
I looked at her in her eyes and saw a twinkle that I'd not noticed previously.
"So, being at home is better than being at school?" I probed.
Lenny smiled her brilliant smile and said, "Well, duh, of course. And, I enjoy your company, too!" There was that twinkle again.
"Thanks, Lenny. I enjoy your company, too."
She came up next to me, gave me a shoulder hug, and a peck on the cheek.
I must have blushed because Lenny asked, "What's wrong, embarrassed by your sister?" and again with the twinkling eyes.
"No, of course not! Never! It's just that..."
Lenny smiled again, "What?"
"C'mon, Lenny, don't make me say it, please." I said in a low, quiet voice.
"Denny, you can say anything to me, you know that! Hell, we were womb-mates, no judgement here." Her eyes were dancing now.
We locked eyes. If there's anything I can't resist, it's my twin sister cajoling me into admitting things to her I'd rather not. "Lenny, it's just that, as a guy, I find you, um, welllll..."
"Denny, spill it!"
Dammit! Why can't I resist her? "I think you're totally hot. You're beautiful." As I admitted my thoughts to her, I felt the blood rushing to my face, and to my groin. My shorts tented slightly.
"Awww, Denny, that's so sweet! There's no need to blush so hard over that!" Lenny walked toward me, stopping just inches from my face. She looked up at me and said nearly whispering, "Will it make you feel better if I tell you that I think you're a hot guy?"
I could only smile and whisper, "Sure."
Then Lenny whispered in my ear, "Denny, I think you are totally hot. I can barely keep my hands off you." and then she licked my earlobe and put her arms around my neck.
This only made my hard-on that much harder. She pressed against me, and I knew she must have felt my growing manhood.
And then, Lenny dropped her hand down and grazed my bulging cock.
The instant it happened, I knew she knew I was sporting some wood for her.
Lenny was purring now, and had a look on her face I could only describe as lusty. "Why, Denny, you're all excited down here." as she glanced at my crotch. "Did I do that to you?"
I could not lie to her. "Yes, Lenny, you made me hard." I quietly admitted.
Lenny giggled and grinned. Without saying a word, she began to slowly rub my ever-hardening pecker through my shorts.
"Lenny, what are you doing?" I asked quietly as I reveled in her attention.
Again, Lenny purred, "I'm rubbing your hard cock. Is that ok?" came the response.
"Well, it certainly feels very good." I croaked out to her.
Lenny smiled seductively and whispered, "Well, then I'll just keep doing what feels good, cuz it feels good to me, too!"
I gasped and said meekly, "Ok."
Lenny rubbed me, tugged me, grabbed me.
I moaned, "Lenny, what....are....you...doing....to....me?"
Lenny gasped, "Making you feel good."
I could not resist any longer. I squeezed her to my chest, pressing my now very hard cock against her flat tummy.
She inhaled sharply.
I then grabbed her butt cheeks and squeezed hard, making her yelp.
"Denny, you bad boy!" she purred in my ear.
My left hand released her butt cheek and moved to her breast. I groped, squeezed, and caressed her fleshy orb through her thin shirt and sports bras. I managed to find her nipple and gave it a squeeze and a little twist.
Lenny giggled and yipped and then said in a sultry tone, "Don't stop, I like it. Keep going."
I grabbed her other breast and mauled it, too.
Lenny moaned loudly and gripped my hard shaft through my shorts.
I gasped. "Lenny, don't stop, stroke me!"
She did. Slowly. Seductively. Teasingly.
I groaned quietly in her ear. "Oh, Lenny, jack me hard!"
She began to jack me, and then guided one of my hands into her shorts.
Lenny hissed in my ear, "Find my slit and put your fingers inside me."
I did not hesitate. She was drenched. She gasped and whined as I worked my fingers inside her steaming hot pussy.
I was moaning as she jacked me. I was worried I would cum too quickly and whispered to her, "Slow down, I want to last."
She did, but she told me, "Finger me faster, I want to cum on your hand."
I redoubled my efforts, plunging my fingers deeper. I could hear her wetness squelching as I drove my fingers in and out.