First off. A HUGE thank you to my editor, Kenjisato that made this story readable.... And even enjoyable.
In this series, we will meet The Twins. They are not real twins, but they call themselves that. Julie, nineteen, adopted from Brazil, is a dark sex-bomb with large tits. Emma, eighteen, is a blonde with small tits, but very large and sensitive nipples.
These stories are about how they grew up with, and were held back by, strict and very religious parents; which turned out to be not so true, as Dad was a sick pervert. In part one, we will also meet their neighbor, a famous Swedish middle-aged man.
Warning: These episodes contains lesbian sex, incestuous sex, violence, interracial sex, and anal sex. If you do not like to read about these subject, I suggest you keep looking for a story that better suits you.
NOTE: I am Swedish and am doing my best. Please be nice to me and understand that it will NOT be grammatically correct, and some small misspellings are to to be expected; instead, please look at the whole picture.
AND, PLEASE rate and comment; I seriously want to know what you think.
Steve
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Part One: The birth of slutty twins.
Nineteen-year-old Julie was a ravishing slip of a girl, at just over five-feet-six-inches tall, her dark body tight and trim, with not an ounce of fat, and her hips were lush and girlish. Her ass was a work of art, full-blown, and her tits were already ripe and as big as large oranges.
She had high cheekbones, with almond-shaped brown eyes, her eyebrows perfectly shaped; her hair was worn up in a messy bun on top of her head, and secured by what looked like an ivory chopstick; she had the fullest pair of lips, which were like juicy slices of watermelon.
Her face radiated a youthful, innocent beauty, but under her young façade, there was something about her face that was like a magnet, a turn-on.
This combination of perfection— her youth plus her sexiness— made her the subject of many boys' wet dreams... and men of all ages.
Julie had been adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Stan Burakowski. Doctors had done and tried everything for the couple, but they simply couldn't have children. They found an adoption agency in Brazil, and after six months of paperwork and days of despair and hopelessness, little Julie came home to them.
One month after Julie's arrival, Erin (Mrs. Burakowski) found out that she was pregnant, and seven months later, a premature Emma came into their world. Then, they had two young ones to look after, and it wasn't even a year and a half between them.
Julie and Emma were inseparable throughout their childhood; they did everything together, and that meant everything. Mr. and Mrs. Burakowski were very strict with the girls in their religious upbringing, and dating boys had been strictly forbidden.
Emma, was a honey blonde, with beautiful blue eyes; her hair was long, parted in the middle and swept along the sides, then flared to her shoulders... a perfect frame for her round, angelic face, pouty lips, and apple-fresh cheeks. She had very perky breasts, although they were small, but on the other hand, her way-too-large nipples for her breasts were extremely sensitive. She had long slender legs and fairly narrow hips; some would say she looked like a tomboy.
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Julie awakened in the middle of the night and slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom, wearing pink bikini panties and a pink nightie top. She was walking sleepily down the hall to the toilet, when she noticed the light slivering into the hall from beneath her parents' bedroom door.
Her Dad was up. Julie thought he might be reading, but as she passed the room, she heard strange noises; noises like she'd never heard before. It sounded as if her Dad was sick.
Julie stopped and listened.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh, God!" Dad groaned.
Julie had no idea what was going on. There was a rhythmic noise coming from the bedroom, as though someone was making love on the bed. She just had to peep. She dipped to one knee before the bedroom door, closed one eye, then peered through the keyhole with the other.
What she saw made her gasp with shock.
Her Dad was lying nude on the bed! He had a great erection, and he was playing with it! Julie saw his hand clutching the long stalk. She watched him pump his cock.
"Gaaawd, shit!" she whispered softly, her heart racing, a sizzle of excitement simmering through her; a feeling racing through her that felt wild, new, and thrilling.
The sight of her Dad, lying nude on the bed with his hard-on in his hand, got Julie hotter than she had ever been before, and there had been times when she had masturbated when she had felt as if she was on fire. But... it was her Dad who was masturbating.
She watched him pump his prick, as he looked at pictures.
Her little cunt spritzed creamy goodness. She got all wet between her legs, she'd never seen such an exciting sight; she had never dreamed it, even in her wildest masturbation fantasies.
She slid her hand down into her pink panties, flicked a finger into her tight pussy, and started screwing herself, as she peeked through the keyhole and watched her Dad masturbating to a picture that looked like it was of some cheerleader, judging from the pose, showing a patch of blue panties under the white pleats of her drawn-high, cheerleading skirt.
Her father, Dave, attacked his prick savagely, pounding harder and harder, as he thumbed through some photos. He pumped. He jerked. He gave himself a masterful handjob, and Julie watched with excited intrigue at the way her Dad jacked off.
She'd never seen a man masturbate... this was a new forbidden pleasure for the young girl. She was excited about it, yet she was confused. She was frightened, but as her finger pleasured her young pussy, she felt, most of all, elated! She continued to finger her cunt, her hand deep in her panties.
Her Dad came! His cock shot loads of cream, big splats of cum, huge gobs of jizz splashed out, high into the air, then came splattering down on his belly.
Julie climaxed. Her body shivered. She thought she was going to die, she felt so good. She grabbed the doorknob for balance.
There was no question about it. It was the best she'd ever felt in her whole life, even better than when Emma had touched her breasts. She got up quickly and walked to the toilet. Her hand was still down in her panties as she walked, diddling her virgin cunt.
"Jeez, wait 'til I tell Emma!" Julie whispered to herself, as she pulled down her panties and looked at her black pubic hair, which glistened from her juices; she felt her extreme wetness which was evident between her swollen lips, as she rinsed her virgin fuck-hole.
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It all started when they were three and four years old, when they had made a Christmas show for their parents, that they simply called, 'The Twins Christmas'; throughout the rest of their childhood, they always joked and told everybody that they were twins, and said that one of their parents was white and one black.
As the years progressed, they actually started to believe it themselves, and it almost became a truth for them.
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The next day at school.
Emma had spent the night at her friend Elvira's house, and Julie was desperate to tell her 'twin sister' about her experience the night before.
But before Julie went to school, she snuck into their parents' bedroom and after only two minutes of searching, she found what she was looking for. And it shocked her to her core— Dad had jerked off to cheerleading pictures of her and Emma.
"Gaaaaawd!" Julie drawled, amazed. She'd been watching Dad pump his prick, as he looked at a photo of her bending over, with her butt completely exposed! Another one was an extreme closeup of her tight pussy with an evident camel toe.
Then she saw the picture that she had gotten a glimpse of last night, with Emma in a cheerleading pose, skirt drawn high, showing a patch of blue panties under the white pleats of her cheerleading skirt. Then another one of Emma, showing off her ass.
Most of these were taken from a distance and really focused on their panties under their cheerleading uniforms, either bent over or when they did splits up in the air.
Julie closed her eyes and remembered how he had pumped, giving himself a handjob, watching her tight ass.
"Gaaaaawd!" Julie said out loud, not knowing if she was appalled or excited. She couldn't wait to tell Emma. But, she has to admit, she did feel her panties dampen.
Julie wore a black mini that hugged her curves, a pink sweater drawn equally tight against her precious titties, a knee-length skirt (way longer than Mom and Dad would've approved of), and a pair of pink tennis shoes.
Emma had on stone-washed jeans. She looked good in them. They cradled her fine little ass like a big scoop of jello. She had on a dark-blue tank-top that was drawn so tight, that it was like tape around her chest. Her small tits, looked like two plums, which stuck out like they were ripe for picking.
Julie pulled Emma aside and told her everything.
"Come on," Emma said. "You're kiddin' me."
