Iâd always had a sexual crush on my twin sister, Janelle. I say âsexual crushâ because it always turned me on looking at her but thatâs all there was to it. It wasnât like I had visions of getting her to fall in love with me or work it out somehow so we could be together forever or anything like that at all. It was purely lust. I had just always wanted to fuck her without our relationship changing.
Her ass was perfect (still is), her tits were good-sized but not huge which Iâve always preferred, her face made her a model when she was in her teens and she hadnât lost any of those looks at all. Long summer days tanning on our deck just perfected her appearance. Simply put, she was the best looking chick in town and everyone knew it. My problem was that I probably wanted her the most because I was around her the most but couldnât do anything about it because I was her twin brother.
Weâve always been best friends and I wouldnât trade that for the world...itâs made life so much easier, let me tell you. We always partied together since we lived in such a small town and weâve heard each other hooking up with other people in the after-party hours since our rooms were right next to one another. I never got to see much but I remember listening to her going at it with whomever she was dating at the time on more than a few occasions. And Iâm sure sheâs heard me in my room doing the same at times as well. One time in particular though, sticks out clearly in my head and itâs a memory Iâll never let go of.
We both just turned 18 and were out partying like weâd just turned 21. Kegs, smokes, bottles, the works. Our crowd wasnât much into the bar scene with fake IDâs or dance clubs. We preferred the hang-out-and-get-lit method of hanging out with friends and we were doing it up right that night. At the time, I was dating one of Janelleâs best friends, Angel. Angel had graduated a couple years prior to us and was now going to college at a nearby university so she still lived at home. I was the envy of a lot of guys I hung out with because Angel as very popular when she was in school and had a reputation for her willingness to try and/or do anything in bed. I have to say I vouch for that...she was definitely very good at a lot of different things.
That night, Angel was particularly touchy-feely and I kept seeing Janelleâs eyes linger on us when Angel would rub me outside my jeans when she thought no one was looking. Janelle never said anything, her face never registered anything one way or the other but I do know she saw stuff like that a few times throughout the night.
We partied until the beer gave out and everyone scampered off in different directions. Some went home, some went to find another party and some stayed where they lay. We headed home. My Mom was fast asleep two stories up as she knew we werenât going to be home until late and we werenât. It was probably 3:30 or 4am by the time we whispered, chuckled, tripped and banged our way into the doorway and into our respective bedrooms.
I broke out the joint I had left over from earlier and lit it up next to my open window. I always like finishing myself off and it actually helped easing the hangover the next day, I thought. I got one good toke in when Angel and Janelle came quietly into my room. Their eyes lit up when they saw what I was doing so I handed it off to Angel who took a hit and handed it to Janelle. After a few minutes, the joint was gone, we were completely baked and feeling no pain. Angel and I sat with our backs to my headboard on the bed and Janelle lay at our feet sideways.
I canât remember exactly how it started but I know Angel had moved her hand from my upper thigh to my crotch and was massaging my growing bulge as I moved my hand up her thigh to just outside her mound. I think I either forgot Janelle was there or was just in that place in my head that I didnât care who was there. What Angel was doing felt fucking good and I wasnât going to worry about details.
I turned my head and started kissing the nape of Angelâs neck and increasing the speed and pressure of my hand on her crotch outside her jeans. She had her legs spread pretty obscenely and was starting to breathe heavier and heavier. I went to move from kissing her neck to start on her earlobes, which I knew was an instant turn-on for her when I noticed Janelle at the end of the bed propped up on her elbow watching us.
She was wearing skin-tight black pants and a tight white top. I could see her bra through the top easily and I have to say, she looked fucking hot all night but propped up like that accentuated her figure and I got rock hard in an instant seeing her lay like that. I was going to say something but I saw her lips mouth the words, âGo ahead...â so I stole one more glance at her and went back to kissing Angelâs neck and up to her ears.
Angel had her other hand at my jeans trying to get them open and she was now moaning at the end of each heavy breath she took. I could feel her getting moist through her jeans now so I knew she was getting very very wet. I donât know if she remembered that Janelle was there or not. I was just going to keep going until someone objected.
My jeans popped open and she went from mine to her own and practically ripped her button-fly jeans open. I shoved my hand inside them and her panties and immediately started rotating two fingers around in a circle over her clit. She was soaking wet and hot as hell down there. Her hips started humping up in time with my hand and soon she was moaning loudly as she neared orgasm.
Angel reached over and was trying to get my jeans down enough so she could get at my cock but was having trouble with the angle we were at. I took another look at Janelle because I wasnât about to help Angel out with my jeans if my sister was going to freak out. When I looked down at Janelle, she had flopped back flat on her back, head turned towards us still and she had a hand inside her black ski pants, stroking herself as she watched us. I remember thinking, âThank God for California King Size beds..â as I lifted my hips in the air and pushed my jeans down and off. My boxers did very little to hide my rock hard cock and even if they did, Angel had them off before I had a chance to object. I took off my t-shirt as she lowered my boxers, leaving my completely naked.
Angel peeled off her jeans and panties and I helped her with her shirt and bra. I thought Iâd mention to her that Janelle was in the room still, in case she had forgotten.
âBaby, Janâs still in here, you sure about this?â I said.
Angel was almost out of breath as she listened to me and a look of sheer disappointment crossed her face.
âOh Janny, Iâm SO sorry! I just got carried away, oh my God, I donât even know what to say...â Angel started blabbering as she came back to the reality of the scene. It got to where she wasnât making much sense, she was trying to talk so fast. Janelle spoke up and eased both our minds.
âShh shhh shhh...Ang, donât worry about it, seriously. Donât you think Iâd have left by now if I didnât want to be here? But Iâll leave if you want me to...I donât want to keep you two from....well, you know...â Janelle said.
My cock was deflating a bit but seeing Janelleâs hand kept it from going down too much. She was still on her back but her hand had moved back up somewhat from where it was before and now it was on her stomach with only her fingertips inside the waistband. I could sense that she wanted us to go back to forgetting she was there so she could get back to enjoying herself.
I decided to facilitate that by taking what I thought was my cue.
I leaned in close to Angelâs ear and whispered, âSee baby....she doesnât care and I donât care...havenât you ever wanted someone to watch you get fucked?â I started nuzzling her earlobe and kissing her neck as I whispered, âI know you want to, I can FEEL it,â as I moved my hand back down to her cunt and started slowly stroking her lips, easing my middle finger inside.
Angel started stroking the forearm of the hand that was rubbing her and I could literally feel her resistance slip away as her hips started responding to my actions and words.