Breakfast With Sis
Note: Both characters are 18 years of age (exactly the same age, in fact!) and are consenting adults. The writers of this story do not condone incest in real life, just as writers of crime fiction do not condone acts of criminality. This story involves some naughty, kinky stuff, so please do not read it if naughtiness offends you...
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I'm sitting on the sofa watching television when Jodhi comes downstairs and wanders into the living room. Even though she's just woken up she looks really hot, dressed only in a pair of skimpy denim shorts and a baggy Lady Gaga t-shirt. Her hair's wild and messy and she has no make-up on.
She smiles sweetly as she pads into the room barefoot.
"Morning," she says through a half-stifled yawn. She stretches dramatically, arching her back so that I can see her tits lift beneath the loose fabric of her t-shirt, then comes over and hops onto the sofa beside me. Without a second word she wraps her arms around my shoulders and clamps her mouth onto mine, sticking her tongue down my throat and almost choking me. Her knee finds its way inside my robe and nudges my legs apart, pressing up close against my cock and balls.
I love the feel and taste of my twin sister's kisses; they're always wet, warm and sweet. I love the faint smell of her perfume first thing in the morning, too—the lingering remnants of it from the day before. And I also love the heat of her body against mine when we're this close. Even though Mum's in the kitchen a few metres away, I put my hands on her waist and join in with the kiss.
We are perfectly safe from discovery for the time being—I can hear the not-so-distant clinking and clanking of washing up being done in the background, and I know that Jodhi and I will have a couple of minutes of private time together. I slip my hands under her t-shirt and savour the warmth of her body against my palms as they slide up to fondle her chest. To my delight I find that she's braless, and when my hands discover her soft, dangling breasts my cock starts to swell. I'm already partially erect from the kiss, but the sudden contact with her naked flesh makes me properly stiffen inside my boxer shorts.
"No bra?" I murmur with a smile. "You slut!"
"I thought I'd surprise you," Jodhi whispers back. "You like?"
I nod and we resume our kiss. Her nipples are hard between my rolling fingertips, and I know that she's wet between her legs. Meanwhile, her hand has found its way inside my dressing gown and into the opening of my boxer shorts, and she's squeezing my erection gently.
"I wish I could suck you off right now," she whispers in my ear. "I wish Mum wasn't here so I could swallow your cum."
I groan and close my eyes, enjoying the slow movements of her hand around my shaft. While she masturbates me so wonderfully I slide a hand down the back of her shorts to feel what I expect to be her bare ass—she's braless so I don't expect knickers either-but I'm surprised when my fingers encounter the soft, slippery texture of satin.
"They're the ones you like," she breathes into my mouth. "The sexy black ones."
The knickers cling tightly to her ass cheeks and have a lovely silky feel which makes my cock even harder in my sister's hand. While we kiss, my fingers trace the inner curve of her buttock and rub back and forth against her anus, using the satin material to stimulate her little rosebud. Jodhi always likes this, and right now she starts writhing under my touch and making little 'Mmmn' sounds in my mouth. Slipping my fingers under the elastic, I reach into her knickers and begin teasing her asshole directly, circling the crinkled knot and pressing at the opening. It starts to contract like a hungry little mouth.
"I want to feel your tongue there..." Jodhi says. "Will you lick it for me when Mum's gone to work?"
I nod and push the very tip of my finger into her anus. Although it's dry, I feel the hole open up just a little bit—not enough to get my finger properly inside, but certainly enough to turn us both on.
"God, my pussy's soaking!" she groans. "I can't wait till she's gone! The things I want to do to you today!"
It's at this point that we both become aware that the busy sounds in the kitchen have ceased and that Mum is probably about to leave for work. Sensing it would be wise to desist in our activities straight away, we pull away from each other and straighten up our clothing—me trying my best to conceal the very large erection that's tenting stupendously under my robe.
"To be continued..." Jodhi says as we both hear the click-clacking of Mum's heels coming down the hallway. We both start a little as our mother suddenly appears in the doorway, dressed for work in her smart business suit.
"Right then, you two," she says, utterly oblivious to the naughtiness that has just been taking place in her living room. "I'm off. There's plenty of food in the cupboards and a list of jobs on the kitchen table. Have fun, won't you?" She smiles warmly at us both.
"We will," answers Jodhi in a sing-song voice—provocative to my ears, innocent to Mum's. "You have a good day at work, Mum."
"Thank you, love."
After a few more irritating words of procrastination, she heads out the front door.
We give it a minute or so, listening out for Mum's car starting up and pulling off the drive, before Jodhi announces, "Right! Clothes off!" and strips off her vest. Excitedly, I undo my robe and slip off my boxers while Jodhi sloughs off her shorts and knickers.
We sit back down on the sofa and kiss and touch each other for a little while. It's always nice to begin with a bit of naked contact—Jodhi rubbing her tits against my chest, her leg against my cock, while I caress her back and bottom, or run my hands through her hair. Kissing Jodhi is nice—much nicer than kissing other girls. Not only is there the constant thrill that we are doing something completely taboo, but she's a much better kisser than anyone else I've been with. She always kisses like she enjoys it. Jodhi's a sensual being and she kisses you with her whole body—it isn't just her mouth and tongue; she kisses you with her cunt and her tits and her ass.
While we snog so passionately right there on the living room sofa, Jodhi takes my hand and returns it to her bottom. Picking up on her not-so-subtle hint, I slide my finger into the crack of her ass and resume playing with her little bumhole. Now free of her figure-hugging shorts, she moves her body sensually, rotating her hips so that she controls the way I touch her. When my fingertip dabs at the entrance of her anus, she pushes back on it so that it enters her—but again only a tiny little bit.
"It needs lubrication," she says matter-of-factly. "Wet your finger."
I bring my finger to my lips and suck it once so that it's coated with my saliva. I pop it in Jodhi's mouth for good measure—she gives it a good, slow suck with her eyes fixed naughtily upon me—before returning it to her bottom. This time, my finger slides in easily, up to the first knuckle, and my sister gives a little gasp of pleasure.
"That's it," she groans. "That feels nice. A bit further, though."
Following her cue I push more of my finger up her ass—as far as the second knuckle—and she begins riding my hand, pushing back and forth onto it and moaning deeply. I can see the wetness on her inner thighs as she shifts position to take more of my finger inside her, can smell the gorgeous scent of her aroused cunt wafting up to greet me. All the while I'm fingering her ass she's wanking my prick slowly, expertly.
"Touch my pussy, Jake," she says in a low voice. "Feel how fucking wet I am for you right now." She looks me directly in the eyes and chews her lower lip.
I reach down with my free hand—the one that's not pleasuring her rear—and run two fingers through her puffy labia. Jodhi's right—her cunt is practically dripping, and when I pass my fingertips across her clitoris she shivers as though an electric pulse has shot through her entire body.
"Oh God!" she moans, momentarily arching her back. "Oh,
fuck
!" She giggles girlishly as the pre-orgasmic frisson makes her tingle all over, her nipples standing out like bullets. "God, I'm close..."
