Twins
By
Promithius
When Lynn, my older twin sister (by seventeen minutes) and I were ten, our father deserted our mother to raise us on her own, although he did make some small financial contribution towards our upbringing. However, those early years were still tough for mother. Lynn who is now twenty five, married Frank two years ago. We are still very close, but before she was married she had a habit, when the opportunity presented itself, to sit on my lap and smoother me with kisses, passionate kisses on the lips. She would torment me by wriggling her ass on my lap inducing an erection. In turn I would fondle her breasts and sometimes, assuming we had sufficient time, unbutton her blouse and put my hand inside her bra. Our loving relationship was such that had it been legal, I think we would have ended up marrying each other.
It all started at our high school graduation party, organized by one of our friends at their house. There was music and dancing, food and drink, which we all contributed to. It wasn't a rave up, everyone was well behaved and no one disgraced themselves. Towards the end of the evening when things began to quieten down, people began to sit and talk. Unfortunately there were not enough chairs to go around, so the girls began to sit on the guys laps, Lynn sat on mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist to prevent her from slipping off, but occasionally she did slip a bit and would wriggle her way back to a more comfortable position. It was her wriggling back that caused me to become aroused and I just got harder and harder and I knew at some point she would realize what was happing. Eventually she turned and looked at me, smiled and wriggled her ass a little. It was late when we drove home from the party and even when we were alone in the car she never mentioned my embarrassment.
A weeks later when mom was out, Lynn sat on my lap and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips.
"What are you doing?"
"Rob, I'm doing what you want me to do, or at least what you would like to do to me, but I tell you now, no matter how far we go, I will not allow you to go all the way."
"Then just how far can I go?"
"Don't worry, when I think you have gone far enough, you'll know."
After that, even when mom was at home and the circumstances allowed, we would steal moments with each other kissing and touching. It was a couple of weeks after that things between us began to heat up. Every Saturday morning, while we were still in bed, mom, being an early riser would visit the market and be out for a couple of hours. That first time, Lynn, after hearing mom shut the front door and drive off in her car, waited only a matter of a minute or so before she came into my bedroom. She wore a white satin, nightdress, trimmed with lace, consisting of a very low cut neckline, extremely short and sufficiently tight as to emphasize the contours of her body.
That first time she pulled the bed covers back and slipped in beside me, pulling me close, crushing her breasts against my chest, I put an arm around her and pulled her even tighter against me.
"Rob take your pajama bottoms off."
I pushed them down and off over my feet, leaving them in the bed in case of an emergency, like mother, returning home early for some unknown reason. Lynn leant over and kissed me, not only did I feel her lips pressed against mine, but also her hand wrapping her nightdress around my cock. It was the first time she had touched me this way, in fact it was the first time she had seen me completely naked. Lynn's touch, as she jerked me off, was light and gentle, god it felt so nice. While Lynn pleasured me one way, I was enjoying the feel of her breasts beneath the satin material. However I couldn't wait to ease her spaghetti shoulder straps off, so that I could pull the satin material down to uncover her breasts.
As I began to kiss and suckle her breasts, I slipped my hand between her legs to pleasure her pussy. She was already wet, her natural juices allowing my fingers to slip easily inside her. Her eyes were closed and she began to move and gyrate matching the timing of my fingers as they flowed in and out of her body. She became vocal emitting soft groans as I continued to pleasure her. However, no matter how regrettable it was; up until that point we had never slept together or had intercourse. I had often tried to pressure her into having sex, having pursued the subject numerous times, but it was only at this point I considered my patients would be rewarded.
"Lynn can I fuck you?"
"No darling, I told you many times that I would not let you go all the way, I'm saving myself for my wedding night, anyway that would be incest, which is illegal. Besides I want to feel you cum on my nightdress"
Lynn spread her legs as I eased myself on top of her. It was the position I wanted to be in, except I was rubbing myself up against her, with only that thin material preventing me from entering her. She was cooing like a dove and telling me I was the first, and did not realize just how wonderful it would feel. As we kissed I felt her hand slip between us, asking if she could hold me and feel me cum in her hand as well as on her nightdress. I continued to push and withdraw, now sandwiched between her hand and the satin fabric, occasionally feeling her thumb pressed against the tip, as I pushed against it.
As I neared the point of ejaculation my arousal increased, causing me to grab and squeeze both tits while forcing my lips against hers. She groaned under the pressure of my full weight bearing down on her, but accepted the way I was using her body. I felt her hand wrap around my cock as I cum, her free arm wrap around my neck pulling me to increase the pressure between our lips.
Even though Lynn and I attended different colleges, Saturday mornings, during the breaks between semesters, when we were home together, one of us would still slip into the others bed. Even after college when she was dating Frank we continued our Saturday morning's romp. But in all that time we never had intercourse, she saved herself for her wedding night. From the day she married Frank our liaisons came to an end.
Recently we, mom and I, Lynn and Frank received an invitation to attend a wedding of a cousin of ours. Unfortunately Frank couldn't attend because he would be away on a business trip. It was a bit of a drive to the wedding venue and for two hours I had to put up with the incessant chatter of these two women. They were always like this when they got together competing, seeing who could outtalk the other. We finally arrived twenty minutes early at the church and had to wait around for the previous ceremony to finish. My cousin's wedding service lasted about thirty minutes after which we all assembled in the local community center where, after welcoming the bride and groom, we had the wedding breakfast.
Late afternoon the tables were rearranged and we were treated to some entertainment after which there was dancing to a live band. Now I hardly dance, mother I have never seen on a dance floor, and Lynn was probably the best dancer out of the three of us, but that is not saying a lot. It was mom that started things off.
"Rob, why don't you ask Lynn to dance?"
"Yes, come on younger brother, ask me to dance."
I stood, held out my hand, she took it, and we walked out onto the dance floor. Initially we started off in the correct dance position, but it wasn't long before Lynn closed in tight and began to rub herself up against me. Now my intention was to have one dance then go back to the table, but because of Lynn's teasing I had an erection, and she knew it, which made her rub up against me all the more. She whispered in my ear.
"You've got a hard on for me, well we are going to have to do something about that. It's been a long time since we've played around, and believe me, I have missed our times in bed together."
Lynn backed off a little, and by the end of the third dance I was practically back to normal, allowing me to escort her back to the table without becoming embarrassed. After finishing my drink I suggested another round and ask mother, who normally doesn't drink very often, whether she would like another. Surprisingly she said she would. We were sitting drinking when Lynn suggest that I ask mom to dance. Even before I could say a word mom was declining Lynn's offer saying that she couldn't dance. Now I became curious so I stood up, held out my hand, inviting her onto the dance floor. After a little persuasion she agreed ad we made our way onto the floor. I took her in my arms and we swayed to the music slowly moving around the floor.
We were over the far side of the dance floor out of sight from anyone sitting at our table. Although we were dancing apart, mother's breasts were pressed against my chest, a feeling that gave me a hard on. I was concerned that if she moved any closer she would feel my predicament, but I thought it unlikely she would deliberately move closer to me. Things became embarrassing when another couple bumped into mom and pushed her directly onto my erection. I waited for the scream, but it never came. She just turned to the couple who crashed into us, acknowledge their apology, then smiled in my direction, wrapped her arms around my waist, and pulled me close against her. I assumed it was the drink that encouraged her to act in that manner, however, we did remain on the dance floor for some time, receiving suggestive remarks, supposedly in jest, when we returned to the table. To show my distaste with the remarks, I excused myself and went outside for some fresh air.
Because of our long journey home we left early around ten o'clock, and it turned out to be one of the most uncomfortable journey's ever. Hardly a word was spoken and the atmosphere was acrid. I couldn't be sure who or why the situation was so acrimonious, but it wasn't until I dropped Lynn off at her house that the atmosphere in the car became more relaxed, with mom actually starting to talk to me. It was obvious that we were ok, so was the problem between mom and Lynn or Lynn and I? Why Lynn and I should have a problem was difficult to understand, not unless she was pissed at me for dancing with mom for so long, but she suggested it. Not unless something happened between mom and Lynn, but I couldn't figure out what it was. It was gone midnight by the time we got home mom, kissed me on the lips and said goodnight and left me to lock up.
Sunday morning at breakfast neither of us mentioned anything about the wedding, I certainly didn't want to embarrass mom. About eleven o'clock the phone rang, mom picked it up pushed the phone in my direction and said. "It's for you."
It was Lynn. "Rob I have a problem can you come over and sort it out for me?"
