I stirred slowly, opening my eyes wearily as I started to wake up. I flexed my arm. It felt dead, my fingers tingling. I was lying on my back, my arm under Annie, who was lying on her side next to me, facing away. We were both naked, despite the cold weather outside. I smiled to myself, thinking about the night before, my cock stirring at the memories. No wonder I felt tired!
I started to move my arm, easing it gently from underneath her, wiggling my fingers, feeling her soft breasts and her hard nipples against my hand. Once I had my arm free, I turned onto my side and snuggled up behind her, leaning forward to gently kiss the side of her neck, loving the feel, the taste, of her silky soft skin on my lips.
I reached around her, briefly cupping her firm breast, feeling her nipple tightening against the palm of my hand before I slid my hand onto her belly, not wanting to disturb her. I snuggled closer, my semi hard cock resting along the tight gap between the delightfully rounded cheeks of her firm ass.
I held her for a few minutes longer, looking down at her, my head propped up on my hand. She really was gorgeous. We'd been lovers for three months now. I knew that she slept with Jake, her boyfriend. At first, I had felt some jealously, but now I knew that she would always be there for me, that she needed me as much as I needed her.
After all, she was my twin sister.
I shut my eyes for a few moments, and thought back to how it had all started. Mum and Dad had been away at the time. Annie had been out with Jake, but had come home early - and really upset. She had gone straight to her room, and although I could hear her crying, I had left her alone for awhile to calm down. I did then go to see her, and had sat on the edge of the bed trying to comfort her.
After some time she had spoken about what was wrong. She told me that the problem was sex – or lack of it. I had sat there, holding her, while she had "confessed" to being – in her eyes – very inexperienced at the age of nineteen. But now she wanted Jake, but was scared of what he would think when he realised how inexperienced she was, when he realised she didn't know what to do.
I remember smiling to myself, thinking that Jake would probably feel very lucky and excited at the thought. I was trying to think how to put this Annie when I became very aware of how tight she was holding me, of her breasts pressing into my side – and of the growing bulge in my trousers.
And then Annie had spoken. Slowly, hesitantly at first, but then with more confidence as she made up her mind and became more determined. She had asked for my help, my help to give her more experience. I smiled as I remembered how shocked I'd been as her words had slowly sunk in, and how I'd almost thrown her to the floor in my haste to escape.
Later, I'd gone back to her, to reason with her. I had found her naked in her room, looking incredibly beautiful and sexy. And then I couldn't resist anymore, and we‘d become lovers that night. The next day the guilt had set in, but our need for each other, our desire for each other, had overcome that. And now we make love as often as we can, as often as our need, our desire, our love, demands it.
I wriggled out of bed, careful not to disturb Annie – or the others with us. I went to the bathroom, before padding quietly back to the bedroom. I saw from the bedside clock that it was after eleven. We had all slept well after the exertions of the night before. I looked again at Annie – and then across at our Mum and Dad, curled up together on the other side of their huge bed. My cock stirred again as I looked at the three of them.
A few days after Annie and I had become lovers, Mum had come home unexpectedly. After a day of silent recriminations, she had come to me to confess her desire, her need. The next day, Annie had joined us. And then Dad had caught the three of us, the huge bulge in the front of his trousers telling us all what he thought. And from then on, the four of us, sometimes in twos or threes, sometimes all together, had been lovers.
Last night had been special. It was Mum and Dad's wedding anniversary, and after a nice meal, we had returned home to celebrate together. Mum and Dad were also going away for a week, so we had said our "goodbyes" in the best possible way. They were off to visit relatives and friends as they did every year, to deliver Christmas presents. Christmas was only a few weeks away now, and while Martin, Dad's father, was coming to stay over Christmas, and Laura – Mum's sister – was coming at New Year, there were still a lot of things to deliver.
As I watched, Annie stirred. She rolled onto her back, and stretched, her arms above her head, her back arched. I groaned as I watched her, my cock rising as her breasts were thrust upwards, her hard, dark nipples looking tiny on her warm, soft flesh. She pulled her knees up, and then relaxed, one leg out straight, the other bent at the knee, her pussy barely hidden by the smudge of hair at the base of her belly.
She opened her eyes slowly, and pushed her mass of auburn hair away from her face with her hands. And then she smiled at me, a delicious smile that made my heart (and cock!) leap. She climbed off the bed and crossed the room, moving so smoothly, so lithely. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, her lips warm and soft against mine. She whispered "Good morning" and then slipped past me into the bathroom.
I leant back against the wall, waiting for Annie to come back. Mum and Dad were stirring. Dad rolled onto his back, his hands behind his head. Beside his powerful frame, Mum looked almost small. She was still lying on her side, her naked body glistening in the subdued light. As she stirred, I looked at her soft curvy body that was like that of a much younger woman. Her breasts were full and rounded, her nipples wide and dark. Her belly has flat, her hips shapely, her pussy looking so inviting nestled at the top of her thighs.
Annie snuggled up to me, her breasts warm against me as I reached an arm around her, as she held my hard cock, as we both looked across at the bed. Mum was rolling onto her front, her hand reaching out to hold Dad's cock. As she got comfortable, her ass pushed up into the air a little, giving us a peep of her pussy again.
Annie squeezed my cock, and then led the way across to the bed. She moved onto the bed, kneeling at Dad's side. I watched as she leant over, her hair like a curtain around her face, and softly kissed Dad's cock. She pushed her hair to one side, knowing that I was watching her, and then kissed the tip again. I saw his cock reacting, twitching. Mum moved in her sleep, rolling onto her back and stretching.
I groaned as I watched her, as Annie licked along the length of Dad's cock before sucking the tip into her hungry mouth. I dropped to my knees at the end of the bed, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Mum's pubic mound, my cock rising as I felt her softness against my lips. Looking sideways, I could see that Dad's cock was now fully erect, and that he was starting to wake up. He reached for Annie in his sleep, holding her head, his hips rocking to meet her mouth.
I kissed across Mum's mound, down her thighs, feeling her move, hearing her moan, beneath my lips. As she started to wake up, her legs moved from side to side so that I could move between them to kiss the top of her pussy, to slowly lick and kiss my way over her clit, over her prominent lips, and lower. I probed her pussy with my tongue, sucking and licking her, tasting her juices as they started to spring from her pussy.
