Twinsest!

Twinsest!

A story told from two viewpoints

Chapter One

Holly

Am I one person or two people? It's strange and very annoying at times how the world treats us identical twins which is why Molly and I tend to veer off into different directions so that nobody actually connects us. We live together though in the house inherited from our parents who passed away in a plane crash just before our eighteenth birthday. A traumatic time but one we have come to terms with by staying close both mentally and physically...very close indeed!

We still sleep in the same enormous king-size bed just like when we were growing up, exploring our burgeoning sexuality in there during the nights when younger. Little buds growing at the same rate, our first flood of blood on exactly the same day along with our first kisses with a boy...the same one. Not that he knew that! Molly had gone first as usual. She is the one who takes charge always and I let her, happy to be more submissive in every facet of life. She had led Adam into the shelter of a barn on our uncle's farm where we were staying on holiday and experimented, emerging after a few minutes looking pleased with herself.

"His tongue is quite nice when it twirls round inside your mouth, Holly. I told him I was going for a pee so you can go in now and let him do the same to you," she had commanded and I had walked in, dressed identically and soon sampled the tongue that had been exploring my sister's mouth in my own. Did I taste different, I wondered as his tongue slipped between my lips. If so, he did not say anything and after several minutes, I had pulled away, fending off most of his attempts to feel my tits while I giggled slightly as I saw the bulge in his trousers.

It had been a year later before I had sampled my first cock, licking over the crown and teasing the bulbous head eagerly after Molly had once again swapped places with me. She had excited Gareth, the nephew of a neighbour, first in our summer house in the back garden, allowing him to squeeze her breasts through her bra while she felt his hardness before unzipping his fly. Pretending to check that the coast was clear, she had nipped out and pushed me inside instead and I had got a big but welcome surprise when I had stepped in. A waiting cock all for me and I had worshipped it with my lips and tongue until, all too soon as far as I was concerned, he had grunted desperately and filled my waiting mouth with his hot cream.

The next day and Gareth had been once again unwittingly prepared by Molly for me and she had only whispered what she had promised him when she had again popped out. Blushing furiously, I had replaced her and slipped off my knickers before raising my skirt and allowing him to shoot his load of spunk all over my arse cheeks as I had bent over a chair. My twin must have been staring through the little side window of the summer house because she had made stomping noises on the path outside and Gareth had been off like a shot after pushing his still-dribbling cock back inside his trousers. Molly had laughed at the sight of me then scooped up the trickling come, making me lick it off her hand before she had ordered me over her knee and spanked me hard and fast for being such a dirty girl.

The front door banging closed disturbs my sweet memories and Molly rushes in, face heated in temper.

"Bloody stupid men! They shouldn't be allowed to run a bath yet alone a business!" she hisses angrily, stomping over to the fridge and getting herself a bottle of water.

"I gather your boss has been annoying you as usual?"

"Lecherous lout! At least twice today he has rubbed his excuse for a cock against my bum when passing by."

"Then call him out on it," I suggest. "You're not normally the shy and retiring sort, are you?"

"No, that's you, sis. You'd probably press back into him and ask if there was anything you could do for him. Some dick...tation perhaps? I need the job unfortunately and I have my appraisal coming up next month. He better give me a good one!"

I giggle. I just cannot help it at the unintended double entendre. Her green eyes, mirrors to my own, narrow slightly and then she smiles back, takes a long swig from her water and announces, "You will now pay for laughing at me, Holly. Over the coffee table and flip that skirt up so that I can see your bare bottom!"

Molly

I have always been in charge. It just seems to come naturally to me whereas Holly is a follower, content to bumble along in life. Maybe her easygoing nature is why she is happy in her job at the library, issuing books and advising kids on what they should read while I rush around at work trying to make money that will be siphoned off into bonuses for my boss and his bosses! Never mind, just another few months and then I will be kicking Alan, my manager, in the balls hard before swanning off with half his clients so that I can set up my own financial planning company.

I watch Holly now as she scurries to obey me, crawling off the sofa and over the table, hands pulling her short skirt up so that I can stare at her perfect globes split apart by the black strap of the belt I make her wear whenever she is out. It is like looking at my own arse and such a turn on to think that I can do anything that I wish to her and she will just lie there obediently. I can feel my anger already begin to drain away although that won't stop me making her rounded bum extremely red just as I have done for so many years.

I did so before taking her virginity. That time I used a wide leather belt and strapped her softness mercilessly, making the flesh almost glow as it reddened. Our parents had been out for the day as usual, concentrating on their own lives rather than ours: something I was grateful for as my mum and I never saw eye to eye really. Strange because she was like me...driven, taking charge, bossy as some would say including my dad when he was sure that she could not hear him. She ruled the roost and I wonder now if she dominated him in the bedroom too just like I do to any man I condescend to see. So it had been an afternoon when I knew that we would not be disturbed and our bedroom soon rang out to the sweet sound of the leather striking Holly's bare bottom cheeks and her cries wailing round the walls.

Once I had finished beating her, I looped a scarf round her neck then tied one end to her left ankle after making her pull her leg up to her neck as far as she could. I soon tethered her other leg in the same position and then just enjoyed toying with her exposed and soaking wet pussy. My twin made her usual, though completely false, protestations as I scooped up some of her love juice and made her lick it off my fingers. I teased her clit, pink and hard under my fingers, feeling her wriggle against the restricting bonds. Her bright green eyes glistened with desire and then widened as I delved into my shopping bag and revealed the lovely strap on dildo I had bought on the internet the week before.

Owen had actually done the purchasing, I suppose. A couple of years older and supplied with a credit card by his well off parents, he had eagerly clicked away and bought me a few things in exchange for my hot mouth round his hard cock. Actually, it had been Holly's eager tongue and lips but he did not know that and she had had her mouth far too full to say anything at all. Me out of the room and into the bathroom after exciting him and her ordered in and obediently falling to her knees and servicing his pulsing prick. The cheval mirror on the landing providing me with a perfect view of his fat cock sliding in and out of her welcoming warmth as I peered round the bathroom door. The slurping sounds and her face reddening as he pushed his length down her throat and then his grunts as he had come. Strands of sperm flying through the air and landing on her face and heat blossoming on my skin as I almost felt like the salty spray was striking me.

Anyway, I slipped the harness on round my hips and slid the dildo into it and then straddled my sister, poking the fat knob against her lips.

"You can suck on this like you did Owen's cock, Holly!" I ordered and she whimpered once then opened wide, laving the bulbous end with her tongue. As she sucked hard, I took great delight in telling her that I was going to fuck her next.

"Think about this lovely length spearing into that virgin pussy of yours," I announced, pushing the dildo deeper into her so that she gagged, eyes bulging out in surprise. Restrained and helpless, tears dripped out of her eyes as I used her mouth for my pleasure until I decided that the end was wet enough to violate my sister's wet flesh.

With her ankles up near her face, Holly was entirely open to me and for a moment, I was tempted to take her tight little anus instead as it winked lewdly at me like a desperate stripper. I resisted though, reserving that pleasure for another day, and centred the large head of the strap on against her quivering labia and began to push gently, bending forward until my tongue could lick up her salt tears as they rolled down her cheeks. I saw the moment that the bulbous knob met the resistance of her hymen as her eyes widened. Her body trembled under me and I bent my head and sucked in her lips, revelling in the terrified exhalations of her breath warming me as our tongues danced divinely together. A dip of my hips and she squealed, body going rigid as pain entered her soul. I kept on adding pressure, wanting to make her feel the agony for as long as possible, knowing that she would remember that moment for the rest of her life. I could almost feel my own maidenhead tearing in sympathy along with hers as my weight pressed down harder and then, eliciting a great cry of pain and pleasure, her resistance broke and the dildo slid all the way up inside her tight channel.

I rode her for what seemed like an eternity, ignoring her squeals and wails and then the muted moans as pleasure overwhelmed the pain. I was in charge and her mistress and all she could do was lie there and take what I wished to give her. I came again and again with the sweet friction of the base of the harness rubbing on my clit and pussy and dribbles of my love juice dripped down and met the sticky residue left on her pussy lips as the strap on shafted her hard.

Eventually, sheer exhaustion led me to halt and then, thighs shaking, I knelt between her legs and pushed the massive knob, stained with her own blood and lust up to her mouth for her to lick clean. She revelled in the task, sucking on the knob and then laving the rubbery surface with her soft tongue. The same one that would soon be licking at my clit, I decided as I viewed her perfect posterior: white mounds split by the stark black leather strap of her chastity belt. Oh yes, I have to keep my younger twin, by three whole minutes, under control, don't I? Who knows what she would get up to otherwise!

To be continued...