As I woke up slowly, I was immediately aware of how painfully hard my cock was. I rubbed my eyes, and then reached down with one hand to stroke up and down my length. I felt so hard, so long. I cradled my balls for a few seconds, feeling how taut, how full, they felt before sliding my hand back up my cock, and then down again, pulling my foreskin tight back to expose the glistening head, a bead of pre cum already springing out.
I rubbed the pre cum away with the ball of my thumb, sending a delicious shiver of pleasure up my cock and through my body. I sighed, thinking about having a wank for about the hundredth time in the last few days, but wanting, needing, more. I felt so frustrated, so in need of some loving.
I needed Annie, my lover. My twin sister.
Since Annie and I had become lovers nearly five months ago, we had been together constantly. A few days after we had fallen into each other arms, Mum had caught us - and then joined us, to be followed by Dad a few days later. A whole new world of love and passion had opened up to us. On top of that, Annie had introduced me to Melissa, the gorgeous younger sister of her boyfriend, Jake.
But what Annie hadn't known was that Jake and Melissa were also lovers – something we found out when Mum and Dad were away a few weeks back. They had been visiting relatives and friends for a week, and Melissa and Jake had come around for meal. I hadn't seen Melissa for a few years, and was blown away by how beautiful she had become.
We'd all got a bit tipsy, and somehow Annie and I had got carried away. We had sobered up rapidly when I realised what I was doing to my sister's ripe young breasts – and that we were being watched. But then it had been our turn to stop and stare as Melissa and Jake had turned to each other and kissed. A long, drawn out kiss that had left them breathless and caressing each others sexy bodies. After that, we had made love, the four of us together.
They had stayed with us for a week after that, until Mum and Dad had come home. Since then, Annie and I had been together, or with Mum and Dad, or Melissa and Jake. Until now that is. The trouble was Christmas.
Normally, I love Christmas. But here I was, first thing on Christmas morning, stroking my rock hard cock, alone. Melissa and Jake had gone away with their parents for Christmas. They had tried to get out of it at the last moment, claiming that they were too old – Jake was twenty, Melissa eighteen, but as the skiing trip had been arranged ages ago, they had gone in the end.
To make matters worse, Martin – my Dad's father – was staying with us over Christmas, which meant that Mum was keeping her distance, and that Annie and I needed to be very careful. In fact, Martin seemed to be everywhere. It had been four days now since Annie and I had sneaked away for an hour together, and almost a week since I had made love to Mum. I longed to hold them, to feel them, to love them.
I stroked my throbbing cock harder, faster, longing for release, but wanting Annie, wanting Mum, wanting to be with them.
Abruptly, I got out of bed. I padded across to the bathroom adjoining my bedroom, my cock bouncing in front of me. I glanced across at the clock as I crossed the room – it was still early. When I came out of the bathroom, my cock was still semi erect, my balls tight and full. My thick cock curved away from my body around my balls, bouncing softly from thigh to thigh as I walked.
I hesitated as I reached the middle of the room – and then made up my mind. My cock rose up harder as the decision was made.
I opened my bedroom door carefully, not wanting to make a sound. Still naked, I moved along the landing. I inched my way past the door to the guest room that Martin was using, and continued to Annie's room. The door was closed. I eased the door handle down, opened the door, and stepped inside quickly. Shutting the door behind me, I stood still, my eyes adjusting to the darkness, my breathing surprisingly heavy from my need, from the tension of creeping along to Annie's room.
Once I was used to the darkness of the room, I crossed to Annie's bed. I stood at the side of the bed and gazed down at my beautiful, nineteen year old twin. Despite the time of year, she was naked in bed, lying on her side, one arm thrown back above her head so that her body was slightly twisted, her breast thrust up towards me, her nipple ripe and hard.
Even though she was laying like that, her firm breasts had kept their shape, full and high on her chest, her nipples conical at the slightly upturned ends. I stepped closer, and eased the covers down over her hip, exposing her soft, rounded belly and hips, the curve of her ass. I held my breath as she moved, firstly onto her back to stretch, her body spread out for me in all its naked glory, and then back onto her side, her knees drawn up towards her chest.
My cock was rigid again, jutting out almost obscenely from my body, the tip wet with pre cum. I stroked along my length, tugging at my cock, watching, wanting, Annie. I climbed onto the bed behind my sister, slipping an arm around her to cup her breast. Her nipple grew harder against the palm of my hand as she instinctively settled back against me. I pressed my cock along the crack between her perfectly rounded ass cheeks.
She sighed and wriggled back against me. I held her tighter, leaning down to sweep the mass of auburn coloured hair away from her face. I kissed her softly on the neck, on her bare shoulder, loving the taste, the feel of her, on my lips. I licked and kissed my way along her collar bone, holding her as she started to wake up, as she pressed herself back against me again.
I eased away from her as she rolled onto her back and stretched again, this time well aware that I was watching her. I looked at her, taking in the view again, gazing at her lithe, tanned body, at her firm breasts, at her ripe nipples, at the smudge of red hair at the base of her flat belly, at the hint of the delights that were barely hidden beneath.
She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her smile lighting up the room.
"I've missed you," she murmured, barely awake.
"And I've missed you," I whispered, leaning over to cup her breast, to kiss her softly on the lips.
