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Deja Vu

I was laying on my bed in my room. My TV was on, but I wasn’t really paying that much attention.

Truthfully, I was browsing the magazine in my hands. Not the one I appeared to be leafing through… that would be a ‘Popular Photography’, which was visible, camouflaging the true subject of my attention. Inside the Pop Photo, was the most recent copy of ‘Mayfair’.

I suppose I didn’t really need to hide it. I was eighteen, and legally able to buy the magazine, but I also didn’t need to stir the pot any more than necessary. Mom and Dad would occasionally poke their head in unannounced.

Dad was cool with it… Hell, he’d even made a few comments about the girls in the pages, all of them favourable. He would also warn me that my Mother would not likely share the same viewpoint, so I kept my stash of porn hidden from her.

She was not the woman I was most concerned with though. As much as having my Mother angry with me was something I tried to avoid, I knew her ire would fade. I was her baby boy, after all. I was special.

No, the main reasons for the magazine in a magazine lived in the next room. One year older than I, my s****rs didn’t find me as special as Mom did, and there were two of them. They could be relentless, and I didn’t need to give them ammunition to use against me.

I flipped the page.

“Oh shit!” I gasped.

‘Mayfair’ is, for those who’ve never had the pleasure, a British men’s magazine. There was something about it that I just preferred over the usual Playboy or Penthouse. The girls seemed somehow more realistic, and more possible.

Now, on the page in front of me, was a pictorial featuring two girls. Twins.

Just like my s****rs.

Well, maybe not exactly. These girls were blonde, blue-eyed, and slim, with small but interesting breasts.

My s****rs were not.

Not blonde.

Not blue-eyed.

Not small in the breast department.

No, my s****rs were dark haired, busty, curvy… and far too close for comfort.

“Martin?” a voice called softly from outside my door. Speak of the devil.

“It’s open,” I replied. The door swung open.

“Yes, I can see that,” Jennifer laughed. She was my big s****r, older by nearly five minutes, and the one I got along with the best. Still… I closed the magazine, and put it casually aside, out of her reach.

“What’s up, Jenn?” I asked.

“I was going to make some lunch, and wondered if you were hungry,” she smiled. My s****rs had beautiful smiles, that absolutely lit up whatever room they were in.

“Thanks, Jenn,” I nodded. “Yes, I could eat.”

“Okay. I’ll go start us some sandwiches. Come down in a few minutes,” she said, disappearing out the door.

I didn’t wait long, and she was still assembling a small stack of cold-cut sandwiches when I arrived. She had already poured two drinks, which were sitting on the table. There was nothing for me to do but sit and watch, so I did.

I mentioned that my s****rs were dark haired. Jenn’s hair hung well down her back, a cascade of brunette waves that drew my attention to her butt. It was a nice butt… a two-hander… firm looking, nicely shaped, and quite full. It really looked good in her black, skin tight yoga pants. I was still gazing at her rump when she turned with the tray of lunch, so I had a quick view of her little camel toe before I averted my eyes.

She put the tray down, and sat heavily across from me. She did it on purpose, bouncing her breasts. She would never do so around my Mom, but when we were alone, she was an incorrigible flirt, teasing me mercilessly. I suppose she felt safe that I wouldn’t act on it, and she was right.

This is where my twin s****rs didn’t seem like twins. The divergence started a few months ago, and it was my fault.

***

Well… Maybe not totally my fault.

Summer is the season of skin, and both my s****rs were showing some, catching a few rays in our backyard, sitting side by side on lounges. It was quite a sight, and I couldn’t help noticing how beautiful and sexy they were.

Just for a few minutes, I appreciated that beauty not as a b*****r viewing his s****rs, but as a man in the company of two incredibly attractive women.

In other words, my body forgot to control its reactions. Yes… I got a hard on, and both of them noticed.

In my own defence, they were both wearing their bikinis, and there was an awful lot of delicious flesh on display. Jenn had always been partial to blue, so her suit was a bright, almost electric blue. It showed her ample curves to great effect. I had seen her in it often, and she always caught my eye.

Jacqui was wearing a new one. It was black, and ridiculously tiny, causing her to virtually spill out under my gaze. Maybe it was the new suit that led to my erection, but something was different.

Whatever the reason, Jacqui wasn’t impressed, and made it clear that she was offended by my swollen crotch. Apologies fell on deaf ears, and she glared at me angrily.

Jenn looked at it differently.

“Jeez, Jacqui… It’s a compliment,” she grinned. “Would you rather wear a hot suit like that and have him not notice? He is a man, after all.”

“I’d rather that my b*****r not get a stiffy because of me,” she snarled back, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, then either get him a blindfold, or wear a different suit… or change your attitude,” Jenn snapped back. “You can’t blame him for doing what you wanted a man to do when you bought that suit. Or did you get it to wear to church?”

I stood by, watching my s****rs argue the concept of dressing for attention. Somehow, I hadn’t expected to have an ally, but I’m glad I did. Jenn could say things as a woman talking to another woman that I, as a man, could not, unless I wanted to be branded sexist.

“You bought it so guys would notice you at the beach, right?” Jenn continued. “Well, a guy just noticed you. Your tits are practically hanging out of it. Do you expect him to close his eyes? You’re not being fair.”

“It’s creepy,” Jacqui tried to defend herself. “He’s f****y.”

“Oh, wake up,” Jenn smiled. “Yeah, he’s f****y, but he’s also honest, and he’s not saying you’re hot to get you into bed. If he thinks you’re hot… I would trust his opinion.” She looked over at me, and let her eyes fall to my crotch, which was still bulging, if somewhat less. “It looks good to me.”

***

Since Jenn had been nice enough to make lunch, I tried to return the favour by cleaning up. I rinsed the plates, and put them, the glasses and cutlery in the dishwasher.

Done with my end of the deal, I headed back upstairs.

My door was wide open.

I walked in to find my s****r laying back on my bed, Pop Photo discarded, leafing through the girlie magazine that had been inside.

I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought.

“Ahem!” I grumbled, crossing my arms and trying to look pissed off. Inside, I was hoping she wouldn’t rat me out to Mom.

“Relax, baby b*****r,” she smiled. “I’m just checking out your taste in porn. It’s not bad.” She turned the page toward me, showing me the pretty blonde splayed wide. “She’s pretty, but I’ve got nicer boobs.”

“Yes, well, I wouldn’t know about that, would I?” I replied, stepping in and taking the glossy magazine from her. She frowned.

“What? You can’t tell?” she asked, pulling her shoulders back. Her large, round, obviously delectable breasts stood out for my viewing pleasure, despite being covered by her sweatshirt. “Are you blind?”

“I can see you’re bigger,” I nodded, trying not to be too blatant with my eyes. “You said nicer. That’s a totally different thing, s*s.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she smiled, touching my cheek as she walked past on her way out. She was halfway down the hall when she added her final comment. “I think you’ll find bigger is always nicer. I do.”

That’s Jennifer for you. Sweet, thoughtful, and apparently innocent… until she opened her mouth, and proved she was a total tease.

***

Jacqui’s opinion of me had softened somewhat in the last few weeks, but she still had this expression of disdain on her face nearly every time we spoke.

At least Jenn’s argument had made life a little less frustrating, by encouraging my youngest older s****r to, as Jenn had put it, ‘cover up or shut up’.

Most often, she covered up, which was fine, if not as much fun for me. I told you my s****rs were beautiful, and I know my opinion maybe biased by being their b*****r… but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.

Some identical twins are not so identical, but Jenn and Jacqui were carbon copies of each other. Both had the same long, brunette hair, same style. Their eyes were the same, although Jenn’s were a bit friendlier, at least to me. Both the same height… around 5’4″… and weight, which I won’t put a number to, under penalty of death. They were the same size, pretty much everywhere, and shared not only their looks, but also the huge walk-in closet that separated their rooms. Clothing was a community property, although they did occasionally argue over who got to wear what.

Having only recently learned how bra sizes actually worked, I was still guessing about what my s****rs were wearing. Unlike most guys, though, I now knew the number on the tag had little to do with how curvy the girl was. It was the letter that defined the ‘wow’ factor, and both of them had plenty of ‘wow’, enough that they had both done a little local modelling in their earlier teens.

To my eyes, they looked like shorter, curvier, darker versions of Diane Lane. The same narrow nose, wide cheekbones, slightly pouty lips… exactly the same, except for the different hair, different height, and bigger breasts. Just like that. Oh… and two of them. Get the idea?

So, there were times when… from certain angles… it was nearly impossible to tell which s****r was which. There were also times when it was easy, like when Jacqui scowled at me.

One day, I was in my room, um… ‘reading’ again… when I heard the thump of our back gate closing. Curiosity got to me, and I had to have a peek out the window. It was one of my s****rs, returning from a run.

This would be one of those angles that made differentiation between the two of them difficult, and since they both ran for exercise, and I hadn’t seen whomever it was leave, well, it was fifty-fifty.

Now, knowing who it may or may not be didn’t change the view at all. From my perch above ‘her’, I watched.

She had her long hair pulled back into a workout ponytail, exposing her elegant neck and shoulders. She had a good glow of sweat going, proof that her run had been strenuous, and the sun warm. She was wearing a neon pink bra top, which harnessed her girls effectively, but still left a little cleavage on display.

Especially from directly above.

Wow, those are nice tits, I thought, continuing to watch in silence. She was drinking from her bottle, and stretching her legs. She bent over, and put her hands on the ground, butt high in the air. Nice ass, too. The matching, skin-tight Lycra shorts were equally sweat soaked, and much darker in the back where she had perspired the most.

I was pushing my luck, spying on her from above like this. There was an equal chance that the s****r below was Jacqui, rather than Jenn, and I believe you can guess she would not be amused at being ogled. I could just duck back inside, and pretend it didn’t happen, but part of me needed to know which one it was.

“Oh… Hello! I thought I heard someone back here,” I called down, as though I had just noticed her. Below, she craned her neck, twisting to look up at me. A smile. It was Jenn. Whew.

“Hi, Marty,” she giggled, turning to look straight up. It also let me look straight down her top, and she probably knew it. Like I said before… a tease.

“How was your run?” I asked, trying to keep her talking, so I could keep checking out her rack. It was better than anything in my magazine.

“Good,” she responded. “Hot, but good.” She glanced down briefly, and continued. “How’s the view?”

Shit. Busted… literally. Oh well. It was Jenn, not Jacqui. She liked to be watched. I laughed, and nodded.

“Good. Hot, but good,” I winked. “Very hot.”

“Thank you,” she blushed, still giving me the show. “I’m going to have a shower now. Sorry I can’t invite you to watch.” A parting naughty smile, and she was heading inside.

Even for Jenn, that last bit was pretty blatant. Suddenly, my head was filled with images of her body, wet and soapy, in the shower. Schwing!

I won’t try to tell you I had never had sexual thoughts about my s****rs. If you were their b*****r, you would have jerked off to thoughts of their bodies, too. Lately, though, those thoughts had been more prevalent, and when Jennifer was stoking the fire like this, there was no stopping it. My cock was rock hard. I needed to deal with it.

Unfortunately, she was going to be showering in the room I usually did that in. I would have to go with plan B… the downstairs powder room.

As I stepped out into the hallway, Jenn was just walking into the bathroom. She closed the door, and I stopped next to it, hearing the water start. Those images were back, making my dick even harder.

I limped down the stairs, and took refuge in the powder room. Locking the door, I extracted my erection and began to stroke it. A little lubrication would help, but Mom had hand lotion in pump containers in damn near every room, so I needn’t have worried. I closed my eyes, and pictured Jenn upstairs… her body, soaped up, smooth, and oh so sexy. Oh yeah, just a little longer.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The knock on the door seemed louder than necessary. It nearly made me jump out of my skin, and the video of Jenn my mind was running made that scritchy noise a record player makes when you bump the tone arm.

“Occupado!” I called out.

“No shit, Sherlock!” I heard in return. It was Jacqui, home unexpectedly. “Hurry up. I need to pee. Jenn’s in the shower, with the door locked.”

And I’m jerking off in here, so you’ll have to wait, I thought. Still, I couldn’t really continue with her right outside the door. She was just killing the mood.

“Use Mom and Dad’s,” I barked back.

“No chance. You know Mom hates that. Last time I did, she made me clean it for a week,” she replied.

She was right; Mom did have a thing about anyone else using her bathroom. Besides, my dick had shrivelled during the conversation. There was no point in continuing. I wiped my hand, stuffed my penis back in my pants, flushed for effect, and opened the door.

Jacqui burst in, and shooed me out, slamming the door in my face.

“You’re welcome,” I said, loud enough for her to hear through the door.

“Yeah, yeah, thank you… whatever,” she grumbled.

I went back upstairs, shaking my head, and wondering exactly what I had done that changed my relationship with her enough that she was no longer civil to me. I was still mulling it over when the bathroom door opened suddenly as I approached, surprising me. I jumped, and my reaction surprised Jenn, so she jumped, too.

The jump almost dislodged her towel, which was wrapped so neatly around her body. Just long enough to span from nipples to crotch, with a few inches of modesty to spare, she caught it before it slipped enough to show me more.

“Jeez, Marty… you scared the shit out of me!” she gasped, turning her back to me. She opened the towel, and re-wrapped it, while I watched the lower curves of her ass which became visible for a few seconds. Satisfied that she was covered, she turned back to face me, her usual smile returning. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

I briefly considered telling her about my aborted masturbation in the downstairs powder room. She was fun; she’d get a laugh out of it, but since she was the subject of the masturbation, telling her might be a bit across the line. Then again, she wasn’t running away, calmly talking to me while wearing only a towel. I looked at the swell of her breasts above the terrycloth, and decided to keep it to myself.

“No, I went downstairs,” I replied. “Jacqui’s home.”

“Oh good,” she smiled, heading for her bedroom. “She can help me with lunch. You hungry?”

I watched her ass wiggle away, and caught just a glimpse of bare cheek as she disappeared through the doorway.

“Oh yeah. Starving,” I grumbled quietly. Well, at least my dick was hard again. I could finish what I started.

I locked the bathroom door behind me, and got to work.

***

I was much more relaxed by the time I took a seat at the kitchen table.

My s****rs were almost done with the sandwich assembly line, but I was able to take a few seconds to compare their asses. Not much to compare, really. Both of them were as close to perfect as I had ever seen. I’m not even sure where any improvement could be made. All that running had given them butts you could bounce a quarter off of.

When Jacqui turned around, she caught me looking at them. Fortunately, the ass I was drooling over at the time was Jenn’s, not hers, so she was merely disgusted, not indignant.

“Jenn, he’s staring at your ass,” Jacqui tattled.

“Oh? That’s why it felt warm back there,” Jenn laughed. “I don’t care if he looks. I don’t know why it bothers you so much. He’s a guy. It’s what they do.” She turned her head and winked at me. I laughed back, and made a point of continuing to stare, perching my chin on my hands. “Just pretend he’s not your b*****r. That’s what I do.”

Hmmm. That’s an interesting comment. She pretends I’m not her b*****r? That might explain some of the flirtatious behaviour. Maybe I should try that. Jenn is not your s****r. She just a really hot girl, who happens to live here in the next room, and likes to tease you. Perhaps a little quid pro quo is in order?

Jacqui would probably never change her attitude, so she could be my s****r, but Jenn had shown that she’d rather be flirty than s****rly. Yes, I would flirt back, but not while Jacqui was around. May as well not add to her bad attitude.

***

As it happens, I got my opportunity later that afternoon. I reached the top of the stairs just as Jenn was leaving her room, and saw her smile at me as she approached. I decided to start returning her attitude.

When she was closer, she went to step around me, but I moved to block her. She tried to reverse her direction, and step the other way, but I blocked that, too. She backed off, and fixed me with a determined look, hands on hips. She was dressed for relaxation, in sweat pants and a t-shirt, with little underneath, based on the jiggle factor.

“There seems to be an obstacle here,” she giggled. “I guess I’ll just have to squeeze past.”

Hmmmm. This could be fun. I held my position, leaving a gap between my right side and the wall, with my arm bracing me. There was plenty of room on my left, but she was playing along.

Jenn turned, and ducked her head under my arm. She had her back to the wall, and threaded her left leg over mine, stepping halfway through. Almost.

There were two parts of her that wouldn’t fit through easily. Two nice, soft parts, that were currently pressed tight against my ribs. With some grunts of effort, she managed to squish her full breasts past my ribs, and slide her right leg through.

“Whew! I sure hope this blockage isn’t here when I get back,” she laughed.

“I do!” I moaned. “Thank you, Jenn.”

“Anytime,” she winked, and scooted off down the stairs.

***

It became our thing. Whenever Jenn and I were alone, and the opportunity presented itself, there would be some sort of close, physical contact.

Thighs pressed tight when we were seated beside each other.

My back became a target for her breasts on several occasions, especially when I was sitting at the kitchen table, and she would reach for something.

“Oh, excuse me,” she breathed, close to my ear, as she slid her big tits across my shoulder.

I began to manufacture situations, such as standing behind her as she worked in the kitchen. Her rump pressed back against me.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there,” she smiled.

I was definitely enjoying this new aspect of our relationship, and had a new appreciation of my s****r’s firm, sexy body.

This was still just flirting, though. The contact was body on body, and we never actually touched with our hands.

She took it up a level one day, though. I had been in my room, waiting for her to finish in the shower. We were alone in the house, with Jacqui at work, and my parents out as well. When I heard the bathroom door open, I darted out into the hallway, and extended my arms, able to touch both walls.

Jenn stopped, and tapped her lips with her fingertip. As before, she was wearing only a towel. She pointed right, and headed that way. I slowly narrowed the space on that side, forcing her to slide through the narrow opening. When she did this before, she was wearing actual clothing, but this was going to be more challenging with only a towel on. She had to use her hand to hold it closed at the top, and even the bottom as she stepped through. She made it through, without baring more than she wanted to.

I sighed, and turned to face her.

“You’d think that architect could have designed a hallway a girl could get through without almost ending up naked, wouldn’t you?” she grinned.

“Mmmmm. Yes. Poor design,” I smiled back, looking right at the crease of cleavage on view above the top edge of the towel. She turned away, and walked into her room, at the end of the hall.

“Oh, Marty?” she called, refocusing my attention on her. She was in her room, but the door was wide open. Her back to me, she opened the towel wide, and let it droop. That impressive bit of butt cleavage peeked over the towel now, and she used her foot to close the door slowly, releasing the towel just before it closed.

I only caught a brief glimpse, but I did see her entire left cheek and thigh, as the door shut. It was mouthwatering in its perfection, and sent me scurrying to the bathroom to release the tension.

Many thoughts went through my head. What’s next? Will she let me see her naked? Most arousing of all was the question about what she was doing right now, in her room. Was she as excited as me about this as I was? Was she easing her own tension? It made for a very satisfying orgasm.

***

You remember my other s****r, right?

Well, I was having a hard time with her. She still viewed me with contempt, but I finally did get more information about why she loathed me so much. It really wasn’t me, but men in general.

Which is not to say that I was completely innocent, just that I was a convenient target and symbol of everything wrong with the male of the species.

It seems that her boyfriend… rather, her ex-boyfriend… has more to do with her hatred than my unfortunate erection did. He cheated on her, with one of her friends, and she wasn’t over it yet. My physical reaction to her in her bikini had been poorly timed, just a few days after the fact, so I had been painted with the same brush, as simply another man who couldn’t control his dick.

Now that I knew, I decided to solve the problem by treating her with b*****rly compassion. My opportunity arose, and I took it.

I ran into her in the kitchen, and was greeted with her usual scowl.

“Jacqui… I heard about your boyfriend,” I said softly.

She glared at me. Her anger was boiling to surface.

“I’m so sorry. He’s a jerk. Any man who would do that to you is an idiot,” I continued. “Can I offer you a hug?”

Her eyes softened, and big tears welled up in them. She nodded.

When we were younger, we used to do this all the time. I was the official hug giver for both Jenn and Jacqui, and business was good. It had been a while, but I think I remembered how it was done.

Stepping closer, I held my arms wide, and let her come to me when she was ready. It only took a few seconds for her need for comfort to overcome her anger. She put her head against my chest, and hugged me. I wrapped her in my arms, and held her close.

She cried. I think if she had done this before, I would have heard about it, so I guess her anger had simply blocked out her pain. Letting it out now was better than not letting it out at all, and it came out in a flood of angst. We stood in place for a few minutes, while she bawled.

“I’m so sorry he hurt you, Jacqui,” I whispered, stroking her hair softly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t tell anyone,” she sniffed. “I was embarrassed. He fooled me, and I didn’t know about it. One of my other friends told me.”

“Want me to beat him up?” I offered. I wasn’t joking, but she laughed.

“No. He’s not worth the effort,” she smiled, wiping her eyes. “I’m sorry I was so hard on you. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Well, either way, I’m sorry about, um, the way I, um, you know, when you had your bikini on,” I stammered. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Yes, well, I actually bought that bikini for him, but the bastard cheated before he got to see it,” she explained. “When you, you know, got a woodie, looking at me, it just reminded me. I wanted him to react like that. We were supposed to go on a trip together.”

She was still wrapped in my arms. This was the most civil conversation we’d had in weeks, and I could feel things normalizing between us. Jacqui had always been a little more private than our older s****r. Maybe it’s the middle c***d thing, even though she was only off by five minutes. For her to open up like this was good.

“Feeling better?” I asked.

“Yes, actually. I am. Thank you,” she smiled, pulling back.

“Anytime,” I smiled back. So was I. I didn’t like having one of my s****r’s pissed at me.

Now, as far as the other twin was concerned? That was still a good question, but at least it was a fun one.

***

Jenn was taking the lead in our little game, and I had to let her. I couldn’t risk misreading her. If I did, I’d be a dead man.

One day, I was headed up to my room, and found an obstacle in my way this time. Jenn was doing her best to block my passage, but at only 5’4″, she didn’t have the wingspan to do it easily.

“Your turn,” she giggled, her fingertips just reaching the walls.

I grinned, and walked up to her, putting my hands around her waist. I could have easily lifted her, and put her aside.

“No cheating,” she admonished. “I can’t lift you, so you can’t lift me, or the game’s over.”

Not wanting to end the game when things were really just getting interesting, I released her waist, stepping back. She was spread-eagled, trying to occupy as much space as possible. I decided to go left.

Our size difference made this task decidedly more difficult for me than it was previously for her. I put my right leg though the gap, which she made as small as possible by turning in my direction. Now I had my back against the wall, and her ample chest inches away from my face. It would be so easy to just lean forward, and press my face into her breasts, but that would be against the rules of the game, such as they were.

I ducked down, and she moved closer, watching my eyes as her chest came so agonizingly near to my face. I turned my head, avoiding contact, but she moved again, just brushing the soft curve of her left breast against my cheek, as I squeezed through. Once clear, I stood up.

“I can see, I’ll have to make it harder for you,” she smiled. Her eyes dipped for an instant, taking in the bulge at my crotch. The smile became a smirk. “Oooooooooo. I guess I already did!”

“Jenn, you’re a tease. Until next time?” I nodded, and turned into my room.

The next time, she decided to change the rules completely. Subtlety, if that’s what you call the game up to now, was replaced by directness.

I was in the kitchen, standing by the sink, when she walked in. I turned my head, looking at her out of the corner of my eye, waiting to see if we were playing today. She simply walked over, and grabbed my ass.

“Mmmmm, nice butt, b*o,” she smiled, maintaining her grip. “Nice and hard. Muscular. You’re filling out nicely.” Her hand roamed up my side, over my shoulder, and down my arm, feeling my bicep. “Yes, very nicely.”

“You’re not doing too badly yourself, Jenn,” I laughed. I desperately wanted to just turn, and grab her ass in return, or better yet, grope those big, soft tits. She may have been telling me it was okay to touch, but I wasn’t ready to risk it yet.

Jenn’s caresses continued, and now she pressed her body against mine harder as she reached around to rub my chest. My attention was torn, between her hand which was headed south, and the contact of her breasts on my back. I flexed my abs instinctively as her hand moved across them, and she moaned.

“You’re going to have girls all over you in college, Marty,” she giggled, as her hand reached an obstacle. I was leaning against the counter, blocking her access to my crotch, which was swollen and hard, thanks to her.

“I seem to have one all over me right now,” I laughed. She pulled me away from the cabinets, and slid her hand lower. She now could grab my crotch if she wanted to, but made a point of going around it, and down my leg. At the last second, she reversed course, and came back up, just brushing her fingertips over my bulging crotch.

She gasped, apparently surprised by what she found, and pulled away. When I turned around, her eyes went straight to my erection, which was being hidden, but not contained, by my shorts and underwear.

Martin!” she giggled.

“What? Don’t you start! What do you expect, when you rub your tits against me, and your hands all over,” I explained. “That’s why you’re teasing me, isn’t it?”

“Um, yeah, of course it is,” she smiled, her eyes still locked on target. “I just wasn’t expecting anything quite so…”

“Hard?” I offered, glancing down.

“Big!” she finished.

“Really?” I asked, still looking down.

“Yeah!” she smiled, and walked out.

A couple of days later, the situation was reversed. She was by the sink in the kitchen, and I came in to get a drink. After retrieving a bottle of water from the fridge, I paused behind her.

I say the situation was reversed, and it was, but it was also slightly tilted in my favour. I had been dressed, but she was in her bikini, having come in from sunning herself in the backyard.

She had her head turned, watching me. I stepped closer, and whispered in her ear.

“No cheating. You can touch me, so I can touch you,” I breathed. “I don’t want the game to be over.”

I placed my hands on her waist, and slid down to cup her ass with one, nearly bare, thanks to the bikini. My other hand moved up, across her smooth, flat belly. She shivered in my grasp.

“Marty, be careful. Jacqui is right out there,” she whispered, nodding toward the yard, visible through the window.

“Well I’d better not waste any time then,” I replied softly, looking over her shoulder, and down her top. Her nipples were like little pebbles, poking at her top. My face brushed at the side of her neck, and she shuddered.

I brought both hands up her sides, stopping just below her breasts. She was looking down at her chest, waiting for me to continue. I decided to prolong her agony, just a little while.

“See ya later, s*s,” I laughed, and slipped away.

“Bastard!” she hissed, leaning against the counter with both hands.

Now the game was well and truly on. I was looking forward to it.

***

If only Mom, Dad and Jacqui would leave us alone for a few hours, we could see how far the game went. However, they didn’t cooperate, so all we had was a few stolen caresses of each other’s butts. Jenn has a very nice one, and I liked palming it softly when no one was looking.

Finally, the opportunity arose. I was laying on the couch, on my side, watching TV in the basement, when Jenn walked in, a mischievous grin on her face.

“Excuse me,” she smiled, and wiggled into position in front of me, carefully weaving her way between arms and legs. She settled in place, her rump pressed firmly back against me, and wrapped my arms around her. “Don’t let me fall, please. Oh, and Jacqui just left. We’re alone.”

We laid there, watching the movie on the TV for a few minutes. Her hair smelled wonderful, just under my nose, and simply having her in my arms was waking my dick up. She wriggled her butt against the growing lump, and giggled.

If I was ever going to feel her up properly, this would appear to be the time.

“May I?” I asked, whispering in her ear.

“Oh god, yes!” she gasped, obviously wanting my touch as much as I wanted to touch her.

She was pretending I wasn’t her b*****r, so I pretended the tits I was about to grab weren’t my s****r’s tits. Except they were, and no amount of denial was going to change that.

I brought my right hand up her belly, and cupped her left breast. We both moaned in unison, and I squeezed the full globe softly.

“Mmmmm, such a bad boy, groping your s****r,” she purred.

“Such a bad s****r, teasing your b*****r into grabbing you,” I replied.

“Well, I knew he always wanted to, so I thought I’d let him,” she said softly. “He’s such a hunk.”

I kissed the side of her neck, and she gasped again, grinding back against me. I had both her breasts in my hands now. They were everything I hoped they’d be, so soft and large, much more than any I had held previously. That list, admittedly only a few others, had been unsuccessfully converted into further intimacy. The thought that my first conquest might be my s****r had never occurred to me.

I pulled her tight, nibbling her neck again, while she moaned and squirmed in my arms

I put my hand on her hip, and… suddenly she was gone! The thump a split second later told me she had fallen off the couch.

“Fuck! Are you okay, Jenn?” I asked, looking down at her.

Her laughter seemed to indicate she was, and she sat up, raking the long, dark hair out of her eyes. Her smile said ‘yes’, as well.

“I gave you one job to do,” she giggled. “Don’t let me fall, I said.”

“Technically, I had two jobs,” I corrected her. “Feel you up, and not drop you. I think I did pretty well on the first one.”

“Yes,” she smiled. “Yes you did.” Without hesitation, she leaned forward, and kissed me hard, on the mouth. Her tongue was equally decisive, pressing between my surprised lips, to tangle with my own.

Since I was laying on my back, and she was on her knees beside the couch, she was in control, and showed no signs of relinquishing it. The kiss continued, heating up as we both let our desires escape. We caressed each other further, my hands moving quickly to fondle her breasts again, while she found a target further south on me.

I felt her hand on my crotch, palming and evaluating the swelling within. She kept up her exploration while we continued to kiss each other, and I mauled her chest. We were both moaning softly, expressing our escalating emotions, when she pulled back.

“Martin, I hope you don’t mind,” she whispered, grasping my belt with both hands, “but I have to see this.” She deftly unfastened it, and moved on to my pants, which put up no more resistance than the belt did. The final layer, my underwear, she peeled back with a theatrical flair, letting my cock spring out. “Ta-fucking-da! Holy shit, that’s a nice dick!” she gasped.

I watched with obviously biased interest as my s****r reached up and wrapped her small hand delicately around the shaft of my cock. She could just reach around it, and turned it gently as she stroked it, giving it a thorough inspection. Using both hands, she measured it, finding it to be a bit more than two hands full.

“Jeez, Marty. You’re really hung here, honey,” she smiled, continuing to manually stimulate my dick. I leaned my head back, against the cushions.

Thud!

The noise came from upstairs, and shocked both of us. It became apparent immediately, from the voices, that our parents were home.

Early.

“Shit! Okay, you put that thing away, and I’ll head them off,” she directed, quickly smoothing her clothes, hair, and wiping her lips. She raced up the stairs, to intercept my parents.

Mutherfuckingsonofabitch! I silently cursed. This close. I was this close to getting what looked to be a very enjoyable handjob, at the very least. Thanks Mom. You too Dad!

I stood, and quickly stuffed my stiffy back into its place, inside my underwear. A few seconds later, no evidence remained to incriminate either of us, and I laid back down to watch TV, as though nothing had happened.

While incrimination was safely avoided, frustration was certainly not.

Damn it.

***

It was a Tuesday. Just another day, part of a summer that blended into one long, uninterrupted stretch of freedom. Just another day.

Well, other than the whole losing my virginity thing.

There was only one obstacle in my way, and naturally, I had to make it even bigger, although I didn’t know it at the time.

Laying in my room, reading, I heard footsteps. I knew Mom and Dad were at work, and Jacqui was out. I assumed Jenn had made it past me without me seeing her, and was coming up the stairs. As she passed, I jumped out behind her, reached around and grabbed her breasts.

“Gotcha!” I laughed, squeezing those globes gently.

“What the…? Martin! What the fuck are you doing?! Have you lost your mind?!” she yelled, grabbing my wrists and wrenching my hands away. When she turned, the face that greeted me was furious.

Jacqui, not Jenn. I had assumed wrong. Boy, had I assumed wrong.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry Jacqui!” I gasped, trying to find a place to hide. “I thought you were Jenn!”

Yeah. Open mouth, insert foot. Repeat with other foot. My surprise had overcome my sense, and I had blurted out an excuse that opened a whole new can of worms.

“What!! What difference would that make?!” she asked, incredulous. Her face grew angry again. “Follow me!”

It was only a few steps to Jenn’s door, and Jacqui kicked it open.

Wearing headphones, Jenn hadn’t heard the confrontation in the hallway. She frowned, and took the headphones off, as I came around the corner into the room.

“JENNIFER, JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON BETWEEN YOU TWO?” Jacqui screamed. “HE JUST GRABBED MY TITS, THEN SAID HE THOUGHT I WAS YOU!”

“Oh really?” Jenn scowled, crossing her arms, and looking at me directly. “Nice one, jackass!”

“Sorry,” I repeated. It was multi-purpose; sorry for grabbing the wrong s****r, sorry for blabbing, sorry for ever being born. Take your pick.

“WELL?!” Jacqui screeched.

“Stop screaming, and I’ll tell you,” Jenn said smoothly.

Jacqui took a deep breath, and nodded.

“Okay. Yes, we’ve been messing around a little,” she said bluntly. “Nothing major, just playing.”

“Just playing?” Jacqui repeated. “Just playing? Are you crazy? Why?”

“I thought you were past hating him,” Jenn said.

“There’s a HUGE difference between getting along, and letting him grab my breasts,” Jacqui explained.

“Look, he apologized, and told you he thought you were me,” Jenn recapped. “He’s an idiot, that’s certain,” she added, sneering at me, “but what we do together is our business. He’s an adult, and so am I. So are you, unless I misread your birthday, so running to Mommy seems a bit c***dish.””I do!” I moaned. “Thank you, Jenn.”

“Anytime,” she winked, and scooted off down the stairs.

***

It became our thing. Whenever Jenn and I were alone, and the opportunity presented itself, there would be some sort of close, physical contact.

Thighs pressed tight when we were seated beside each other.

My back became a target for her breasts on several occasions, especially when I was sitting at the kitchen table, and she would reach for something.

“Oh, excuse me,” she breathed, close to my ear, as she slid her big tits across my shoulder.

I began to manufacture situations, such as standing behind her as she worked in the kitchen. Her rump pressed back against me.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there,” she smiled.

I was definitely enjoying this new aspect of our relationship, and had a new appreciation of my s****r’s firm, sexy body.

This was still just flirting, though. The contact was body on body, and we never actually touched with our hands.

She took it up a level one day, though. I had been in my room, waiting for her to finish in the shower. We were alone in the house, with Jacqui at work, and my parents out as well. When I heard the bathroom door open, I darted out into the hallway, and extended my arms, able to touch both walls.

Jenn stopped, and tapped her lips with her fingertip. As before, she was wearing only a towel. She pointed right, and headed that way. I slowly narrowed the space on that side, forcing her to slide through the narrow opening. When she did this before, she was wearing actual clothing, but this was going to be more challenging with only a towel on. She had to use her hand to hold it closed at the top, and even the bottom as she stepped through. She made it through, without baring more than she wanted to.

I sighed, and turned to face her.

“You’d think that architect could have designed a hallway a girl could get through without almost ending up naked, wouldn’t you?” she grinned.

“Mmmmm. Yes. Poor design,” I smiled back, looking right at the crease of cleavage on view above the top edge of the towel. She turned away, and walked into her room, at the end of the hall.

“Oh, Marty?” she called, refocusing my attention on her. She was in her room, but the door was wide open. Her back to me, she opened the towel wide, and let it droop. That impressive bit of butt cleavage peeked over the towel now, and she used her foot to close the door slowly, releasing the towel just before it closed.

I only caught a brief glimpse, but I did see her entire left cheek and thigh, as the door shut. It was mouthwatering in its perfection, and sent me scurrying to the bathroom to release the tension.

Many thoughts went through my head. What’s next? Will she let me see her naked? Most arousing of all was the question about what she was doing right now, in her room. Was she as excited as me about this as I was? Was she easing her own tension? It made for a very satisfying orgasm.

***

You remember my other s****r, right?

Well, I was having a hard time with her. She still viewed me with contempt, but I finally did get more information about why she loathed me so much. It really wasn’t me, but men in general.

Which is not to say that I was completely innocent, just that I was a convenient target and symbol of everything wrong with the male of the species.

It seems that her boyfriend… rather, her ex-boyfriend… has more to do with her hatred than my unfortunate erection did. He cheated on her, with one of her friends, and she wasn’t over it yet. My physical reaction to her in her bikini had been poorly timed, just a few days after the fact, so I had been painted with the same brush, as simply another man who couldn’t control his dick.

Now that I knew, I decided to solve the problem by treating her with b*****rly compassion. My opportunity arose, and I took it.

I ran into her in the kitchen, and was greeted with her usual scowl.

“Jacqui… I heard about your boyfriend,” I said softly.

She glared at me. Her anger was boiling to surface.

“I’m so sorry. He’s a jerk. Any man who would do that to you is an idiot,” I continued. “Can I offer you a hug?”

Her eyes softened, and big tears welled up in them. She nodded.

When we were younger, we used to do this all the time. I was the official hug giver for both Jenn and Jacqui, and business was good. It had been a while, but I think I remembered how it was done.

Stepping closer, I held my arms wide, and let her come to me when she was ready. It only took a few seconds for her need for comfort to overcome her anger. She put her head against my chest, and hugged me. I wrapped her in my arms, and held her close.

She cried. I think if she had done this before, I would have heard about it, so I guess her anger had simply blocked out her pain. Letting it out now was better than not letting it out at all, and it came out in a flood of angst. We stood in place for a few minutes, while she bawled.

“I’m so sorry he hurt you, Jacqui,” I whispered, stroking her hair softly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t tell anyone,” she sniffed. “I was embarrassed. He fooled me, and I didn’t know about it. One of my other friends told me.”

“Want me to beat him up?” I offered. I wasn’t joking, but she laughed.

“No. He’s not worth the effort,” she smiled, wiping her eyes. “I’m sorry I was so hard on you. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Well, either way, I’m sorry about, um, the way I, um, you know, when you had your bikini on,” I stammered. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Yes, well, I actually bought that bikini for him, but the bastard cheated before he got to see it,” she explained. “When you, you know, got a woodie, looking at me, it just reminded me. I wanted him to react like that. We were supposed to go on a trip together.”

She was still wrapped in my arms. This was the most civil conversation we’d had in weeks, and I could feel things normalizing between us. Jacqui had always been a little more private than our older s****r. Maybe it’s the middle c***d thing, even though she was only off by five minutes. For her to open up like this was good.

“Feeling better?” I asked.

“Yes, actually. I am. Thank you,” she smiled, pulling back.

“Anytime,” I smiled back. So was I. I didn’t like having one of my s****r’s pissed at me.

Now, as far as the other twin was concerned? That was still a good question, but at least it was a fun one.

***

Jenn was taking the lead in our little game, and I had to let her. I couldn’t risk misreading her. If I did, I’d be a dead man.

One day, I was headed up to my room, and found an obstacle in my way this time. Jenn was doing her best to block my passage, but at only 5’4″, she didn’t have the wingspan to do it easily.

“Your turn,” she giggled, her fingertips just reaching the walls.

I grinned, and walked up to her, putting my hands around her waist. I could have easily lifted her, and put her aside.

“No cheating,” she admonished. “I can’t lift you, so you can’t lift me, or the game’s over.”

Not wanting to end the game when things were really just getting interesting, I released her waist, stepping back. She was spread-eagled, trying to occupy as much space as possible. I decided to go left.

Our size difference made this task decidedly more difficult for me than it was previously for her. I put my right leg though the gap, which she made as small as possible by turning in my direction. Now I had my back against the wall, and her ample chest inches away from my face. It would be so easy to just lean forward, and press my face into her breasts, but that would be against the rules of the game, such as they were.

I ducked down, and she moved closer, watching my eyes as her chest came so agonizingly near to my face. I turned my head, avoiding contact, but she moved again, just brushing the soft curve of her left breast against my cheek, as I squeezed through. Once clear, I stood up.

“I can see, I’ll have to make it harder for you,” she smiled. Her eyes dipped for an instant, taking in the bulge at my crotch. The smile became a smirk. “Oooooooooo. I guess I already did!”

“Jenn, you’re a tease. Until next time?” I nodded, and turned into my room.

The next time, she decided to change the rules completely. Subtlety, if that’s what you call the game up to now, was replaced by directness.

I was in the kitchen, standing by the sink, when she walked in. I turned my head, looking at her out of the corner of my eye, waiting to see if we were playing today. She simply walked over, and grabbed my ass.

“Mmmmm, nice butt, b*o,” she smiled, maintaining her grip. “Nice and hard. Muscular. You’re filling out nicely.” Her hand roamed up my side, over my shoulder, and down my arm, feeling my bicep. “Yes, very nicely.”

“You’re not doing too badly yourself, Jenn,” I laughed. I desperately wanted to just turn, and grab her ass in return, or better yet, grope those big, soft tits. She may have been telling me it was okay to touch, but I wasn’t ready to risk it yet.

Jenn’s caresses continued, and now she pressed her body against mine harder as she reached around to rub my chest. My attention was torn, between her hand which was headed south, and the contact of her breasts on my back. I flexed my abs instinctively as her hand moved across them, and she moaned.

“You’re going to have girls all over you in college, Marty,” she giggled, as her hand reached an obstacle. I was leaning against the counter, blocking her access to my crotch, which was swollen and hard, thanks to her.

“I seem to have one all over me right now,” I laughed. She pulled me away from the cabinets, and slid her hand lower. She now could grab my crotch if she wanted to, but made a point of going around it, and down my leg. At the last second, she reversed course, and came back up, just brushing her fingertips over my bulging crotch.

She gasped, apparently surprised by what she found, and pulled away. When I turned around, her eyes went straight to my erection, which was being hidden, but not contained, by my shorts and underwear.

Martin!” she giggled.

“What? Don’t you start! What do you expect, when you rub your tits against me, and your hands all over,” I explained. “That’s why you’re teasing me, isn’t it?”

“Um, yeah, of course it is,” she smiled, her eyes still locked on target. “I just wasn’t expecting anything quite so…”

“Hard?” I offered, glancing down.

“Big!” she finished.

“Really?” I asked, still looking down.

“Yeah!” she smiled, and walked out.

A couple of days later, the situation was reversed. She was by the sink in the kitchen, and I came in to get a drink. After retrieving a bottle of water from the fridge, I paused behind her.

I say the situation was reversed, and it was, but it was also slightly tilted in my favour. I had been dressed, but she was in her bikini, having come in from sunning herself in the backyard.

She had her head turned, watching me. I stepped closer, and whispered in her ear.

“No cheating. You can touch me, so I can touch you,” I breathed. “I don’t want the game to be over.”

I placed my hands on her waist, and slid down to cup her ass with one, nearly bare, thanks to the bikini. My other hand moved up, across her smooth, flat belly. She shivered in my grasp.

“Marty, be careful. Jacqui is right out there,” she whispered, nodding toward the yard, visible through the window.

“Well I’d better not waste any time then,” I replied softly, looking over her shoulder, and down her top. Her nipples were like little pebbles, poking at her top. My face brushed at the side of her neck, and she shuddered.

I brought both hands up her sides, stopping just below her breasts. She was looking down at her chest, waiting for me to continue. I decided to prolong her agony, just a little while.

“See ya later, s*s,” I laughed, and slipped away.

“Bastard!” she hissed, leaning against the counter with both hands.

Now the game was well and truly on. I was looking forward to it.

***

If only Mom, Dad and Jacqui would leave us alone for a few hours, we could see how far the game went. However, they didn’t cooperate, so all we had was a few stolen caresses of each other’s butts. Jenn has a very nice one, and I liked palming it softly when no one was looking.

Finally, the opportunity arose. I was laying on the couch, on my side, watching TV in the basement, when Jenn walked in, a mischievous grin on her face.

“Excuse me,” she smiled, and wiggled into position in front of me, carefully weaving her way between arms and legs. She settled in place, her rump pressed firmly back against me, and wrapped my arms around her. “Don’t let me fall, please. Oh, and Jacqui just left. We’re alone.”

We laid there, watching the movie on the TV for a few minutes. Her hair smelled wonderful, just under my nose, and simply having her in my arms was waking my dick up. She wriggled her butt against the growing lump, and giggled.

If I was ever going to feel her up properly, this would appear to be the time.

“May I?” I asked, whispering in her ear.

“Oh god, yes!” she gasped, obviously wanting my touch as much as I wanted to touch her.

She was pretending I wasn’t her b*****r, so I pretended the tits I was about to grab weren’t my s****r’s tits. Except they were, and no amount of denial was going to change that.

I brought my right hand up her belly, and cupped her left breast. We both moaned in unison, and I squeezed the full globe softly.

“Mmmmm, such a bad boy, groping your s****r,” she purred.

“Such a bad s****r, teasing your b*****r into grabbing you,” I replied.

“Well, I knew he always wanted to, so I thought I’d let him,” she said softly. “He’s such a hunk.”

I kissed the side of her neck, and she gasped again, grinding back against me. I had both her breasts in my hands now. They were everything I hoped they’d be, so soft and large, much more than any I had held previously. That list, admittedly only a few others, had been unsuccessfully converted into further intimacy. The thought that my first conquest might be my s****r had never occurred to me.

I pulled her tight, nibbling her neck again, while she moaned and squirmed in my arms

I put my hand on her hip, and… suddenly she was gone! The thump a split second later told me she had fallen off the couch.

“Fuck! Are you okay, Jenn?” I asked, looking down at her.

Her laughter seemed to indicate she was, and she sat up, raking the long, dark hair out of her eyes. Her smile said ‘yes’, as well.

“I gave you one job to do,” she giggled. “Don’t let me fall, I said.”

“Technically, I had two jobs,” I corrected her. “Feel you up, and not drop you. I think I did pretty well on the first one.”

“Yes,” she smiled. “Yes you did.” Without hesitation, she leaned forward, and kissed me hard, on the mouth. Her tongue was equally decisive, pressing between my surprised lips, to tangle with my own.

Since I was laying on my back, and she was on her knees beside the couch, she was in control, and showed no signs of relinquishing it. The kiss continued, heating up as we both let our desires escape. We caressed each other further, my hands moving quickly to fondle her breasts again, while she found a target further south on me.

I felt her hand on my crotch, palming and evaluating the swelling within. She kept up her exploration while we continued to kiss each other, and I mauled her chest. We were both moaning softly, expressing our escalating emotions, when she pulled back.

“Martin, I hope you don’t mind,” she whispered, grasping my belt with both hands, “but I have to see this.” She deftly unfastened it, and moved on to my pants, which put up no more resistance than the belt did. The final layer, my underwear, she peeled back with a theatrical flair, letting my cock spring out. “Ta-fucking-da! Holy shit, that’s a nice dick!” she gasped.

I watched with obviously biased interest as my s****r reached up and wrapped her small hand delicately around the shaft of my cock. She could just reach around it, and turned it gently as she stroked it, giving it a thorough inspection. Using both hands, she measured it, finding it to be a bit more than two hands full.

“Jeez, Marty. You’re really hung here, honey,” she smiled, continuing to manually stimulate my dick. I leaned my head back, against the cushions.

Thud!

The noise came from upstairs, and shocked both of us. It became apparent immediately, from the voices, that our parents were home.

Early.

“Shit! Okay, you put that thing away, and I’ll head them off,” she directed, quickly smoothing her clothes, hair, and wiping her lips. She raced up the stairs, to intercept my parents.

Mutherfuckingsonofabitch! I silently cursed. This close. I was this close to getting what looked to be a very enjoyable handjob, at the very least. Thanks Mom. You too Dad!

I stood, and quickly stuffed my stiffy back into its place, inside my underwear. A few seconds later, no evidence remained to incriminate either of us, and I laid back down to watch TV, as though nothing had happened.

While incrimination was safely avoided, frustration was certainly not.

Damn it.

***

It was a Tuesday. Just another day, part of a summer that blended into one long, uninterrupted stretch of freedom. Just another day.

Well, other than the whole losing my virginity thing.

There was only one obstacle in my way, and naturally, I had to make it even bigger, although I didn’t know it at the time.

Laying in my room, reading, I heard footsteps. I knew Mom and Dad were at work, and Jacqui was out. I assumed Jenn had made it past me without me seeing her, and was coming up the stairs. As she passed, I jumped out behind her, reached around and grabbed her breasts.

“Gotcha!” I laughed, squeezing those globes gently.

“What the…? Martin! What the fuck are you doing?! Have you lost your mind?!” she yelled, grabbing my wrists and wrenching my hands away. When she turned, the face that greeted me was furious.

Jacqui, not Jenn. I had assumed wrong. Boy, had I assumed wrong.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry Jacqui!” I gasped, trying to find a place to hide. “I thought you were Jenn!”

Yeah. Open mouth, insert foot. Repeat with other foot. My surprise had overcome my sense, and I had blurted out an excuse that opened a whole new can of worms.

“What!! What difference would that make?!” she asked, incredulous. Her face grew angry again. “Follow me!”

It was only a few steps to Jenn’s door, and Jacqui kicked it open.

Wearing headphones, Jenn hadn’t heard the confrontation in the hallway. She frowned, and took the headphones off, as I came around the corner into the room.

“JENNIFER, JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON BETWEEN YOU TWO?” Jacqui screamed. “HE JUST GRABBED MY TITS, THEN SAID HE THOUGHT I WAS YOU!”

“Oh really?” Jenn scowled, crossing her arms, and looking at me directly. “Nice one, jackass!”

“Sorry,” I repeated. It was multi-purpose; sorry for grabbing the wrong s****r, sorry for blabbing, sorry for ever being born. Take your pick.

“WELL?!” Jacqui screeched.

“Stop screaming, and I’ll tell you,” Jenn said smoothly.

Jacqui took a deep breath, and nodded.

“Okay. Yes, we’ve been messing around a little,” she said bluntly. “Nothing major, just playing.”

“Just playing?” Jacqui repeated. “Just playing? Are you crazy? Why?”

“I thought you were past hating him,” Jenn said.

“There’s a HUGE difference between getting along, and letting him grab my breasts,” Jacqui explained.

“Look, he apologized, and told you he thought you were me,” Jenn recapped. “He’s an idiot, that’s certain,” she added, sneering at me, “but what we do together is our business. He’s an adult, and so am I. So are you, unless I misread your birthday, so running to Mommy seems a bit c***dish.”

“Jenn, it’s just so…” she shuddered. “He’s our b*****r.”

“Oh, stop thinking of him like that little snot that used to follow us around like a shadow,” Jenn dismissed. “We’ve all grown up. In case you haven’t noticed, our b*****r is pretty hunky. Look at those arms. They give great hugs. You should try it.”

“I have,” Jacqui replied, looking over at me. I suppose the initial surprise was wearing off, and Jenn’s words were starting to get through. She smiled slightly.

“Well, he’s also good with his hands, and a surprisingly hot kisser,” Jenn grinned. “I know it doesn’t fit with your narrow view of the world, but we’re not hurting anyone, so I would ask that you keep it to yourself.” She looked in my direction, and continued. “You could use a little of his attention yourself. I can tell you, it feels wonderful.”

Jacqui sat on the bed, obviously thinking it through. Since we had been getting along better, I knew she had seemed happier. Letting it out had helped her move on.

“Okay. I’ll shut up,” she smiled, standing again. She walked over and stopped in front of me. “She’s right. I could use some. Let’s start with a hug.”

I wrapped my arms around her, and she hugged me back. After a few seconds of this, Jenn stepped over and adjusted the position of our hands, putting one of hers on my ass, and one of mine on hers. Jacqui giggled.

“My b*****r has his hand on my ass!” she whispered. “I kind of like it.”

Her hand moved, and squeezed my butt. I took it as the okay to reciprocate, and gave her rump a full, two handed caress. She tilted her head back, and looked up at me.

Jenn walked behind me.

“Kiss her,” she whispered, like a stage director.

I wasn’t the only one who heard Jenn. Jacqui nodded subtly, and licked her lips. “Kiss me,” she smiled. “It’s easier for me to keep quiet if I’m part of it, so kiss me. Don’t hold back. Give me the full treatment. I want you to.”

Jenn caught my eye in the background, giving me the thumbs up. I paused for a second, then lowered my face to hers. Her eyes closed in anticipation.

The full treatment. Okay. You got it.

I started with a gentle kiss, and escalated from there. Our tongues came out to play, and the passion kicked in quickly. Maybe Jacqui was pretending I was her boyfriend, or maybe the last few months of holding it back finally burst the dam, but she moaned, and grabbed my hair, kissing back furiously. My hands went on autopilot, getting caught up in the flow, and before long, I had my right hand on her left breast. Her hand fell on top of mine, and she encouraged me to fondle her with another moan and further tongue action.

“Alright, you two, I believe that’s enough,” Jenn giggled. “You’re making me horny.”

“That makes two of us,” Jacqui breathed, pulling back. “You’re right Jenn. He is good.”

“Ha!” Jenn laughed. “You ain’t seen nothin’. You should see his dick!” She gestured with her hands, as though describing a fish she caught.

“Really?” Jacqui breathed, glancing down at my bulge. “You have?”

“Seen it? Yes. Held it, too. Was just about ready to suck it when we were so rudely interrupted by Mom and Dad,” Jenn giggled. “It’s pretty impressive.”

“So, you haven’t had him yet?” Jacqui smiled. “Good. Then it’s not too late for me.” She stepped back, her gaze settling on my crotch. She had obviously made peace with the idea, and sibling rivalry between the twins took over.

Jenn peeled her top off, showing me her bra. Jacqui was close behind. Having seen them both in bathing suits, this was nothing new. They both removed their snug yoga pants, now standing before my eyes clad only in their underwear.

I had the idea now. This was really going to happen, so I might as well have fun.

“Seen it,” I laughed. “Actually, I’ve seen both of you in less. Your bikinis are much more revealing.”

My s****rs looked at each other, and grinned. I had thrown down the gauntlet, and they intended to pick it up… by dropping something. They each reached behind their backs, and unhooked their bras.

My jaw dropped along with those garments, and they both skinned off their panties, now standing side-by-side, completely naked.

Twins. Every man’s dream. I knew which was which, but now that both of them were smiling, naked, and intent on having me… Well, I wasn’t so sure.

They were like duplicate statues, carved out of matching blocks of marble. Lean, smooth and tight, yet undeniably curvaceous, they stood, proving that perfection was not a one-time thing. I was stunned into silence, but they read my eyes, and understood my appreciation of their nude bodies.

They stepped closer, separating to circle me slowly, caressing me. Four hands touched me everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. They seemed especially happy to feel the growing lump in my pants. Kisses were exchanged, and between them, four hands removed my clothes, starting with my shirt.

Within moments, only my underwear held back my aching erection.

“Holy shit!” one of them said. Since Jenn had seen it before, I assumed it to be Jacqui, and mentally marked her.

“Ready?” Jenn giggled, hooking a finger in my waistband. She didn’t wait for an answer, simply tugging it down, and releasing my eager shaft.

“Jesus! Martin, you stud!” Jacqui smiled, her eyes lingering on my cock.

She rejoined her twin, and the two of them whispered amongst themselves, casting admiring glances my way.

“There’s two of us, and only one cock. Someone gets him first. How do we choose?” Jacqui asked.

“I’ll flip you for it,” Jenn replied.

“No way. I’m not leaving it to chance, and you probably have a two-headed coin or something,” Jacqui said. “Rock-paper-scissors. Best of seven. Agreed?”

“Okay,” Jenn smiled. She glanced at me, and at my erection, standing tall, waiting for her to use it.

I was the prize, but no matter who won, I would be getting the real jackpot. One of those pussies was going to be my first. One of my s****rs would be my first.

The twins faced off, palms extended, fists at the ready.

“One, two three!” they chanted, slamming their fists down into their palms.

“Ha! Rock crushes scissors!” Jenn proclaimed. “One for me!”

Seconds later, Jacqui had tied it, her paper covering Jenn’s rock.

I sat there, and watched. Wow. Their actions and gyrations of victory had their big, identical breasts bouncing and jiggling wildly. My s****rs were both gorgeous, and stacked. This was going to be fun.

The score was two-two when the game changed.

“Wait! I’ve got an idea!” Jacqui grinned. “I’ll be right back!”

With that, she bolted out of the room, naked. Jenn looked at me, and shrugged. When Jacqui came back, she had something in her hand. A wide sash, from her pageant days.

“This way,” she began, tying it around my head, and covering my eyes, “he won’t know which one of us he’s having. Mystery is fun.”

Damn. I was enjoying watching the show. All those boobs dancing for my pleasure. Now I’d just have to lay back and listen, waiting for either one of them to make use of my stiff pole.

I listened carefully, identifying the direction of each point.

Slap, slap, slap, pause… “Shit.”

Slap, slap, slap, pause… “Shit,” but from the other side. It was three-three. My fate, came down to one more try.

Slap, slap, slap, pause… “YEAH!” Unseen feet did a happy dance, something I would definitely like to see.

“No fair! You cheated!” one voice said.

“Cheated? How?” the reply came.

“By winning, that’s how!” the first voice said. I could hear her pout.

There was a moment of silence, then a minute of whispered jabbering back and forth. I felt the bed move, and sensed bodies on either side of me.

“Marty, we’re going to suck your cock now,” the right one whispered.

We? Oh boy!

“Since this is your first time, we’ll bet that you’re pretty excited right now, aren’t you?” the left one said softly.

Well, the question hardly needed answering, with my dick standing at attention, and drooling clear fluids. Excited? Hell yeah! I wouldn’t deny it. There was no point.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Okay,” the right voice said. “Just lay back, and let us take care of you. Don’t hold it back, Just cum when you want to. We both want you to enjoy it, and then we’ll be able to enjoy you. Understand?”

“Oh yes,” I whispered. Yeah, I understood. The first one was always quicker, and I had two of them to satisfy. Better not pop inside number one, and spoil the mood.

Four lips nibbled my cock. Four. It was a joint effort. Two went up, from the middle to the head, while the other two went down to the base, and nibbled my balls. For the first time, a warm, wet mouth surrounded my dick.

I heard more whispering, and one of them… the one who didn’t have my cock in her mouth… was beside my ear again.

“Lift your legs, honey,” she directed. I did, and she pulled my hands to grasp behind my knees. “Hold them up. You’re gonna love this.”

I already was. My first blowjob was going nicely, and I could imagine one of my beautiful s****rs stroking and sucking me. It felt fabulous.

Oh my!

A tongue diddled my balls, then went lower, and licked my asshole.

“Oh my god!” I groaned. The tongue kept swirling around my rear door, flicking across it often and worming around the opening. Love it? Holy shit! It just pushed me to the precipice within seconds.

“Gnnaaahhhhhnnnnnnn! Gonna cum!” I grunted. The mouth on my dick pulled back, and several hands pumped my shaft in unison. “FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” I yelled, and exploded.

Blindfolded, I couldn’t see what was happening, but it must have been a good show. Both of them moaned, and gasped, as I spewed violently. I heard and felt globs of cum landing on my belly and thighs, then tongues went to work, cleaning up the mess, even as more semen spurted out. At last, I was spent, and flopped back, breathing hard.

I listened as my two loving s****rs happily lapped up my cum, while a hand kept pumping my shaft, keeping it relatively erect. As the cleanup progressed, a mouth dropped over my cock again, and sucked hard, reviving it. It didn’t take much to have it fully ready for duty again.

“Okay, you lucky bitch,” one voice said. “He’s yours. Pop his cherry.”

Pop his cherry. I never thought I’d hear my s****r say that. Either one of them. Since they were, for all intents and purposes, identical, it didn’t matter which one was doing the popping.

My career as a virgin was rapidly winding to a close. I think most people would agree that virginity is vastly overrated, and given the chance to make an informed choice, they’d choose sex. I couldn’t wait to change my status.

Ah, there it is, that warm, wet, snug feeling, just as I imagined a pussy would feel, sliding slowly down over my cock. It was a heavenly sensation.

Mission control… This is Virgin One. Objectives complete. Prepare for happiness.

I felt hands on my shoulders, and then softness pressed against my face.

“Suck my nipples, little b*****r, while I ride your wonderful cock,” she said quietly. I grabbed the full, soft, breasts, and quickly found one of her stubby, erect nipples. I flicked my tongue over it several times, then latched on. “Mmmmm hmmm, that’s it, honey. Just like that.”

Just like that. Oh, that pretty much covers my thoughts on the matter. Keep fucking me. Just like that. Oh god, it’s so good.

“Since I don’t know who is fucking me,” I moaned, “I hope you’ll forgive me for just calling you ‘baby’. Baby, that feels so fucking good. Your pussy is incredible!”

She said ‘thank you’, and squeezed her cunt around my cock.

I went back to sucking her nipples, while she rode me. Her moans began to grow in volume and intensity, expressing the pleasure she was feeling. I was feeling pretty good about it too, but my mouth was full, so I stayed largely mute, listening to her vocalizations, which began to develop into actual words.

“Mmmmm, mmmmm hmmm, oh god, honey, your cock fills me up just perfectly,” she groaned. “It’s soooooo goooooood! I’m getting close, honey! You’re going to make me cum! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh fuck!”

She sat up, tugging her nipple from my disappointed mouth, and fucking harder. She bounced her rump on my lap, spearing herself eagerly. Her pace picked up, along with her dialogue, as she grew ever closer to orgasm.

“UHNNN! Uhhhnn! Uhhhnn! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! God! Yes! Yes! YES! YESSSS! CUMMING! CUMMMMMMMING! CUMMMMMMMMMMMMING!” she screamed.

Oh god, I would have dearly loved to see her as she came, shuddering, gasping and screaming. I felt warm moisture running down my balls.

My s****r is a juicy fuck. Who knew?

As the pleasure passed, she leaned down and rested on my chest, catching her breath. I held her close. I was pretty sure it was Jenn. She called me ‘honey’ while Jacqui didn’t, but I was just guessing.

“My turn!” the other voice chimed in. “That was pretty hot to watch! Got me all wet and ready to go!”

The s****r currently in the saddle lifted herself off. She pressed her lips to mine, in a kiss of gratitude.

“I want him to fuck me,” the next customer said. I felt a body next to me. “Martin, could you get up on your knees, please?” I did, without much difficulty, despite the blindfold. “Hold still,” she giggled, and I felt movement, then thighs brushed against mine in both sides. “Okay. You’re between my legs. Gimme that big cock!”

Perhaps someday, I would have the practised skill of fucking by touch alone. Blindfolded, or just in complete darkness, I would be able to manoeuvre myself without appearing clumsy.

Not today.

Being a rookie, I was fortunate enough to have two sets of eyes guiding me into position. At last I felt a hand aiming my dick into this fresh pussy.

“Down a little,” she said. I felt warmth surround the head of my penis. “Okay stud, you’re in. Fuck her brains out.”

I pushed forward, sliding deeper inside her. As a point of comparison, this pussy felt a little more snug than the first one, but that could have been my imagination. Imagination was all I had, right now. Maybe someday, my s****rs would let me do this with my eyes open.

I felt her thighs come up, as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her arms were around my shoulders, and just before she kissed me deeply, she urged me to fuck her hard.

That I could do, now that I was plugged in, and knew exactly where she was. I started out relatively gently, giving her long, deep strokes, and as her cunt opened up a bit, it let me go harder. Her embrace grew tighter, and she whispered sweet directions in my ear.

“God, that’s good, honey,” she breathed. “Your cock is so big, and hard. It feels fantastic.”

Extra hands patted my ass, as it rose and fell, driving my dick in and out of the pussy under me. Another voice spoke into my other ear.

“God, she was right. It is hot watching you fuck her,” she whispered. “Do it, honey… Fuck her harder. Make her scream.” Those extra hands wandered my back and backside, tracing, teasing, and caressing, while I pounded the other s****r into the mattress.

I was back to being completely confused about who I was having sex with. They were both calling me ‘honey’, so my previous thoughts went out the window. I guess it really didn’t matter. My first sexual experience was checking multiple boxes off on my list.

First blowjob, first sex, first threesome, first time with twins… All in all, a pretty good day. It even checked one off the ‘I never thought I ever would’ list, that being sampling my s****rs.

“Harder!” my partner begged, no longer whispering. “Fuck me harder! Don’t stop! God, please don’t stop! It’s so good! I want to cum so much! Please, keep going! Fuck me! FUCK ME! OH YEAH! FUCK ME!”

She screeched, and bucked under me, digging her heels into my butt to pull me deeper inside her. Her orgasm was wonderful to feel, as waves of bliss swept through her body. It was very gratifying to know I had made her feel so good.

The other voice was back.

“Martin, do you want to cum again?” she asked. I nodded. “Okay, on your back, I’ll finish you off.” She helped me into position.

I wasn’t sure what to expect. A second blowjob? Her pussy again? Maybe she’d tit-fuck me. That could be fun.

I felt a hand holding my cock, then pressure from the top. More pressure, then a bit more, and suddenly, I was in. In what was the question. It was tight, and felt different than either pussy had felt.

“Oh god!” she gasped. “Damn, that’s one big cock! Martin, you’re fucking my ass! Does it feel good?”

Her ass? Her ass! Holy fuck! Check another box. And yes, it feels great!

I should have answered her, but the tight sensation of her ass gripping my cock as she fucked herself with it, had overloaded my power of speech. I grunted.

‘She’ kept going, driving herself further down my shaft with each stroke, until I was buried in her ass. I was thrusting upwards, meeting her downward moves with increasingly desperate stabs into her ass. It was so tight, and the thought that I was actually fucking my s****r’s butt hole was so exciting, that I was nearly ready to explode.

“That’s it, honey, fuck my ass! God, it’s so good! I love it! You gonna cum, honey?” she asked. I gritted my teeth, and fucked her faster. “Oh, yeah, go ahead. Cum in my ass! Shoot that hot juice straight up my tailpipe!”

I did. Boy, did I ever. I spurted, over and over, deep inside her bowel, while she moaned and clenched her cheeks tighter with each shot. A final surge left me wasted, gasping for air, and totally satisfied. The tight ass that surrounded my dick lifted off, and left me alone.

“Just rest Martin. We’ll be back to clean you up in a minute,” she said softly.

I heard them leave, chattering about how much fun it was, and how one couldn’t believe the other took it in the ass. My breathing levelled out, and I relaxed, awaiting their return, which only took a minute or two. A warm cloth wiped my cock clean, and then I felt a body on either side of me.

I raised my arms, and let them both snuggle closer, pressing their soft, voluptuous curves into my sides. A hand reached up, and removed the blindfold.

“Whoa, that’s bright!” I blinked. Looking first one way, then the other, I was greeted by smiles, then kisses, as they cooed happily. The three of us cuddled in the small bed, basking in the glow of our forbidden act, for nearly an hour, until Jacqui reminded everyone what time it was. Mom and Dad would be home soon, and they’d probably notice if we were all found in bed together, stark naked.

I watched as the girls dressed, then put my clothes back on as well. By the time our parents returned, there wasn’t even a hint that we had been having sex all afternoon.

Except for the smiles, on both their faces, and the whispered promises that next time, the blindfold wouldn’t be needed.

Updated: October 21, 2016 — 1:29 pm

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