*Author's note: This story is about a contest. Please leave comments on whom you'd like to vote for to win. Then I'll write a story using your choice as Brad's.
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The rest of the morning and afternoon were uneventful, if filled with tension. As Brad spent his day doing his normal summer stuff, playing on the computer and doing his summer homework and working out, his family acted normal too. The twins were lazy, flipping through piles of Cosmos and trying new makeup and hairstyles on each other. Stella was working on a summer project for her art class. His mom was watching a Lifetime marathon of chick flicks. Laële was outside in the shade, reading some big fat important looking book.
As he went about his business, occasionally he ran into one of them. The situation was incredibly awkward, because whenever he saw one of them, automatically his memory of whatever they'd done together popped up vividly. When it was time for dinner, Brad decided that the best way to keep his thoughts from turning him into a blushing, stuttering idiot would be to concentrate on the food. He didn't talk to any of the girls unless they asked him a direct question, and looked at them as little as possible. He had never thought about spaghetti so much in his life.
When dinner was over, everyone went off by themselves again. His mom was cleaning up, Laële was working out in the garage, and Stella was glued to the television, which was displaying a close up of Orlando Bloom at that moment. He had no idea where the twins were; probably off taking care of each other. He sat down to watch Pirates of the Caribbean with Stella. Surprisingly, she made no attempt to seduce him. The movie was a welcome break form his never ending stream of thoughts of his situation.
The credits began rolling, and Brad went to his room. He was startled when he walked in. All the lights were off inside, but he could still see, for there were two dozen long slender red candles giving off a faint hint of cinnamon lit throughout the room. The beautifully flickering illumination revealed a multitude of perfect red roses strewn about.
And the twins were sitting provocatively on his bed, both in black lacy teddies. They both had the flawlessly groomed dirty blonde hair down long, Tasha's curled in sexy ringlets and Tara's smooth, straight, and silky. They had a little makeup on that made their bright blue eyes sparkle and shine and stand out even more and their lips look full and so kissable . . . and ready for other things. The teddies were satiny and moved over their skin like airy whispers. The teddies had slightly revealing necklines, teasing him with bits of cleavage here and there, those 36D breasts with their hard nipples underneath the sexy fabric. The fabric stopped at mid thigh, not short enough for his desperate gaze. He was already very big and hard, the setting creating such an erotic aura, with the twins the focus of the vibes of the environment.
He gaped at them for a moment, feeling as if he were in a dream. Then he sat in his chair to watch what they would do next, because he was sure that things were going to heat up.
Brad was right. As soon as he settled into his chair and got comfortable, readjusting the anticipatory erection in his pants, the twins looked at each other. Tasha took Tara's face in her hands, then moved in for a kiss. Tasha licked Tara's lips, and sucked them, and nibbled them. She sucked Tara's tongue into her own mouth, making Tara moan in delight.
Tasha kissed down Tara's chin, to her neck. She sucked and nibbled the beautiful curve where Tara's neck met her shoulder. She licked down a little further until the teddy blocked her oral journey. Tasha slipped the straps off from over Tara's shoulders, and the top of the teddy fell down. But since they were sitting on the bed, it didn't come all the way off. It stopped at the waist, showing off those voluptuous boobs but hiding the one cunt in the house Brad hadn't fucked.
Since the teddy no longer held her back, Tasha started in on Tara's tits. She ran a light teasing finger over the skin, stopping and moving away from the nipple often, making Tara beg for it. Then, in the middle of a gentle caress, she all of a sudden stopped and gave the nipple a hard pinch. Tara gasped and jumped a little, but Brad could tell she'd enjoyed it. Tasha kept pinching, then brought her mouth down to nibble on it. Her teeth gently enclosed around the hard nipple and she gnawed on it ever so slightly, ever so lightly. Her tongue flicked out and she licked all over Tara's breasts. Tara gave a low, long moan.
Brad unzipped and began stroking himself for the second time that day. Tara laid down, stretched out in front of him, and Tasha slipped Tara's teddy all the way off. There Tara sat, naked and gorgeous, long hair and striking blue eyes, tanned and toned. And very much full of desire. Her whimpers were lusty and pleading. Tasha ran her hand over Tara's foot, massaging it. She traveled up the sexy calf, over her knee, up to her mid thigh. Here she stopped, making Tara cry out in want, in need. She ran a careless finger over the skin of her inner thigh, so gentle, teasing, almost tickling, sending shivers through Tara's body. Tasha put both hands on Tara, one on each leg, and teased her with wandering thumbs. Just as Tara was about to scream in frustration, Tasha easily slipped in a finger, fully inside, using her other hand to roll circles over Tara's clit. So instead of desire, Tara's scream was of satisfaction. As suddenly as she had started, Tasha stopped. She slipped of her own teddy, and now Brad was seeing double. She positioned herself along Tara's body, but antiparallel, with Tasha on top, giving Brad a beautiful view of his twin sisters in a 69.
Now Tasha continued pleasing Tara, again inserting a finger and stimulating her clit. Tara, with Tasha above her, spread the legs above her head and licked the slit between the two lips. Now both sisters were moaning in pleasure, Tara as she licked her sister and was fingered, vice versa for Tasha. Tara's tongue was driving away at Tasha's clit, fast and hard, flicking, rubbing, with as much force as she could put into her tongue. Meanwhile, Tasha was fucking Tara's cunt with three fingers and using her other hand to flick and rub at Tara's clit.
Brad pumped away harder and harder as his twin sisters fucked each other manually and orally harder and harder. All three were gasping, moaning, grunting, lost in the feelings inside the erotic setting. Tara's tongue disappeared inside Tara's cunt as her own cunt was filled with fingers, and they pleased each others' clits with more fingers. Brad saw Tara flicking and wriggling her tongue inside Tasha.
When Tasha felt the tongue inside her move, she shouldn't hold it in anymore. She screamed and let go, shaking atop Tara, gripping her tongue with her clit. Tara, feeling the convulsing hand in her clit, cried out too, and they came together. Brad, watching their bodies spasming and rubbing against each other, hearing their bliss filled voices, surged and came as well. All three felt the supreme satisfaction of an orgasm, the girls barely able to think, they came so strongly. Then the room was silent except for the occasional gasp as they calmed down.
Once the twins had recovered, they pulled the teddies back on. They went around the room., swiftly blowing out the candles, and then left Brad alone in darkness. He sat still for a second, then put himself into his bed, which was still warm from them. It still smelled like them too, and the haunting scent of sex stayed with him, even in his sleep.
The next day, Monday, Brad awoke early. He dealt with his now-usual morning hard on quickly, cleaned up, ate a brief breakfast, and ran out of the house for morning practice. He was afraid that if he lingered, he'd get distracted.
At practice, his coach told him to watch any videotapes he had of himself swimming, the more recent the better, to work on technique. It sounded like a good idea to Brad, who had a tape of the last meet. When he got home, though, he couldn't find it. After a bit of searching, he realized it was in the VCR already. The label read "Brad, 6/29 + 7/6" (the dates of the meets) in Stella's beautifully quirky handwriting. Stella was the one who recorded all his meets. Mostly it was because their mom and the twins were working, but also because Stella was the best person for it. She knew how to work the camera like a professional, and always got the shots Brad wanted. Brad grinned, remembering that there was more than one thing Stella knew how to do well.
He pushed play. The tape began tracking, and Brad frowned. What was this? It certainly wasn't his swim meet. Actually, it looked like Stella's room. Maybe she accidentally taped over his meet while playing with the camera, trying solve new recording tricks.
Oh fuck. This was no accident.
