by Michael K. Smith
Some twins go to great lengths to differentiate themselves from each other: Different clothing styles, different haircuts, different sets of friends, different facial expressions in the high school yearbook. My cousins, Cynthia and Sandra, however, are the other sort of twins. They've always taken great delight in their sameness, their ability to fool other people about their identities. When Cyndi was twelve, she accidentally got a great smear of motor oil on one of her favorite knit shirts and had to discard it. Sandy immediately threw hers away, too, being unwilling to wear a garment her sister couldn't match. What's more, no one in the family seemed to think that was odd.
The twins are Aunt Edna's daughters and the three of them share a house that's far too large for them. Uncle Bret was a very successful broker of some kind and when he was killed in the crash of his small plane three years ago, when the twins were fourteen, he left them exceedingly well provided for. Aunt Edna is forty and still very attractive, but while she has a couple of "social" boyfriends to go to parties and the symphony with, she doesn't seem interested in marrying again. So they all sort of rattle around in a sprawling four-bedroom house with a terminally manicured lawn at the end of a lengthy driveway, behind a high brick wall -- like many of the other excessively well-off residents of Highland Park.
That sounds cynical, I guess, but I really shouldn't feel that way. My own parents are divorced and my older sister, Marie, and I also share a nice house with our mother -- not huge by any means, but quite comfortable. Mom is the executive manager of a large office building (twenty-plus floors) and makes a good living, plus she's always bringing home odd bits of expensive furnishings from the store rooms as our needs change.
Mom and Aunt Edna have two more sisters, Louise and Ethel -- both of whom have managed to hang on to their husbands -- and for years the four of them have gotten together about once a month for a day out, sometimes longer. Sometimes they just shop at the Galleria all day and go to the theater in the evening, but sometimes they charter a Cessna and fly off to Padre or Port Isabel for a weekend on the beach.
When all us kids were younger, we'd be put under the care of a hired nanny for the day, or parked with an unwilling uncle for the weekend -- but we were never taken along, because the idea was for the sisters to enjoy a brief period of freedom from their lives and responsibilities. Eventually, our uncles decided they were happy to go along with this, since it gave them a free day or weekend, too. And rather than feel abandoned, we kids tended to think of these monthly outings as a period of freedom from parental supervision, so everyone came out more or less ahead.
For the past couple of years, though, we've been left pretty much to our own devices, as long as we behave ourselves. So, of course, we're always careful to give at least the appearance of dependability, . . . whatever we might actually get up to in our parents' absence.
On this particular Saturday morning late in July, the sisters had piled into Aunt Gloria's Mercedes and headed for the casinos in Bossier City, not intending to return until late Sunday night. Uncle Ed and Uncle Henry were off fishing together somewhere in the Hill Country and the five of us had moved out to the Playhouse for the weekend.
Ah, yes. The Playhouse. That was our name for the small but comfortable apartment over Aunt Edna's garage, which the twins had taken possession of years before as their private retreat, a place they could go to play and plan their joint conquest of the world without being overheard. The apartment was originally meant for a servant couple, but Aunt Edna's maid-cook only worked days and went home after supper, unless there was some special evening event to see to. Almost no one, even in Highland Park, could afford live-in help these days. So Cyndi and Sandy had, in effect, their own pad before they were even in high school. And they were willing to play hostess to their cousins on Sisters' Weekends Out.
But we also referred to the garage apartment as the "Playhouse" because that's where we all went to play.
When we were younger, that meant marathon sessions of cut-throat Monopoly or Risk. The twins, naturally, would cut their own deals and the rest of us would have to gang up on them to survive. Marie, who's two years older than me, used to regard herself as "two years' superior," too, and it irritated her no end whenever I managed to beat her. She's come around the past couple of years, though, and now we get along pretty well when she's home from college.
The other member of our little conclave is Bryan, Aunt Louise's kid, who is barely sixteen to my eighteen but who has several inches and twenty pounds on me -- mostly muscle. Purely from jealousy, I had begun referring to him as "Meat," though he generally shrugged it off. I prefer to think of him as big-and-dumb, but he actually displays a reasonable level of intelligence most of the time.
A year or so ago, we got tired of board games and switched to cards, mostly poker. Marie had begun playing Five Card Draw with her dorm-mates and now fancied herself something of a shark. But our Uncle Henry had been a regular poker player for decades and I had gone to him on the sly for lessons. Recently, Marie had been unwillingly but substantially supplementing my allowance, to her renewed irritation. Bryan just played along, neither winning nor losing a great deal, folding more often than not -- probably the best strategy for the long haul, actually. The twins were somewhat dismissive of poker since they weren't allowed to collaborate on a joint hand, but they were learning to deal with it.
This Saturday, we had been sitting around the apartment's small living room, drinking cokes and exchanging gossip. We also were watching the weather turn ugly and none of us was surprised when the rain began pounding down. Then there was a blinding flash of lightning accompanied by an enormous crash of thunder, and the lights flickered and dimmed for several moments. An emergency generator kicked in somewhere and the lights came back to their proper level -- but the air conditioning stopped dead, presumably because the power source couldn't handle that much of a load all at once.
Now, summer in north Texas takes two forms: hot-and-dry, and hot-and-soggy. We had been suffering under the latter condition for several weeks and the lack of air conditioning, even during a rain storm, brought a chorus of groans from all of us. And as we all became aware of the cessation of air currents in the room, Marie unwittingly set the tone for the rest of the weekend.
"If the air doesn't come back on soon, I'm going to have to seriously consider nudism!"
I had been idly shuffling a deck of cards as we chit-chatted and now I riffled them one-handed, a bit of show-off I'd been practicing. I glanced over at Bryan, who grinned and waggled his eyebrows at me.
"No way, Sis," I said, "you can't just give it away for free like that." I looked at the cards in my hand. "Anyone for Strip Poker?" Bryan laughed appreciatively.
I grinned around at the group, expecting derisive replies from the girls, but instead the twins looked at each other and nodded. Marie looked thoughtful and finally nodded, too. "Sounds good to me," she said, and winked.
Now, I should probably say at this point that Bryan, as I've said, was developing into something of a hunk. And I'm not bad looking, if I do say so. But in a strip-off, he and I would definitely be the big winners, because all three of the ladies present were exceptionally attractive -- even if I had known them all my life. Marie is an inch or so taller than me, with long legs and breasts that can only be described as "healthy." She has rather broad shoulders, though, so there's no sag at all. She has an elegant beauty and generally lets her long, black hair do whatever it likes, and the resulting cascade of ringlets can be very enticing. Yes, she's my sister, but I'm not blind.
The twins were blonde, cute (rather than beautiful), and built small, with unusually narrow waists and absolutely delightful little posteriors. They had a trick of opening their eyes wide while pursing their lips that made it very difficult for any guy to look away.
Anyway, their reaction wasn't at all what I had expected. I looked again at Bryan, who seemed a bit nonplused. He stared back at me and swallowed. His look said "What have you gotten us into?"
"Well, . . ." I was stalling and they all knew it.
"Chicken," Cyndi sneered. Sandy grinned wolfishly. Marie looked superior.
"Okay," I said, settling myself cross-legged in the middle of the floor. "Strip Poker it is. But we have to agree on some rules first." I wiggled my bare toes. "Like, what are the stakes, and how do we bet?"
Everyone looked at everyone else. We were all wearing shorts and tops and we were all barefoot. That worked out to three garments apiece for Bryan and me and four for each of the girls. "Well," Marie said, "I think it had better be Five Card Draw with just one bet per hand. Otherwise the game could be over real quick! And no raises," she added.
"Has to be High-Ball, or whatever you call it," Sandy ruled. "Low hand of the five of us removes one item."
"And the boys get one free losing hand each," Cyndi chipped in. "Just to be fair."
"And loser deals the next hand," Marie insisted.
Bryan shrugged. "Sounds okay."
I had just thought of a couple of things myself. "Obviously, no one can fold their hand, right?" There was a pause for thought, then everyone nodded in agreement. "So, why don't we just deal 'em face-up?" That seemed reasonable to everyone, too.
I wondered in passing if the girls had somehow planned this. It also occurred to me that with three girls and two guys, Bryan and I were half again as likely to see some skin as the girls were. At least, I thought that was right. Math was never my strongest subject.
Marie scooted over to sit at my left while Sandy and Cyndi, who had been sitting on the floor with their backs against the sofa, took their places at my right. Bryan fitted himself in across the circle from me and next to Marie.
I began shuffling the cards in earnest, wondering who the first loser was going to be. Marie's first card was a three, which drew a groan from her and chuckles from the others. Couple of face cards to the rest, but no aces.
Twice more around, and I had a pair of sevens, Cyndi had a three-card flush, and Bryan had an ace-king. Two more cards out, and I still had my sevens, but Bryan had two aces. The other three hands were nothing special.
I called for the draw and Marie took four, keeping only a lonely ten; she ended up with a queen-high nothing. Bryan took three but with no improvement, thank god. The twins looked mournful.
Not being used to playing this way, it took us a minute to figure out who had the low hand, but we finally agreed that Sandy's queen-jack beat Marie's queen-ten, which left my sister at the bottom of the heap.
Then we all waited patiently for Marie to pay up. I thought fleetingly of feeling sorry for her, her being my sister and all, but decided against it. And I have to say that Marie smiled and pulled her knit shirt off over her head with no argument. Being, as I said, rather well-endowed, she favored elastic sports bras; no frilly lingerie for my sister.
I passed the cards to her and she shuffled slowly, grinning around at the rest of us. "Somebody else's turn this time."
And damned if I didn't come out the low man on the second round, with only a king and a seven to keep up my dignity. Since I was one garment down from the girls, I just pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my tee-shirt and left it dangling around my neck.
Only the third round and it was my turn to deal again. This time, Sandy came up short and she casually hauled her French-cut top off and reached for the cards. I was not unfamiliar with my sister's underwear collection, but the twins were another matter. Sandy was a doll (Cyndi likewise, of course) but I'd never realized she was into low-cut push-up bras. Which could only mean that her sister was wearing the same thing. I joined Bryan in gazing at the expanse of smooth flesh above the white lacy edge and thought about four identically lovely tits lined up side by side.
The next three hands were bad for the guys: Bryan lost his "free" hand, then I lost the rest of my shirt, then Bryan had to give up his own shirt. Of course, it was obvious from the expressions on the three female faces that he looked pretty good without a shirt. Since the last time I'd seen him bare-chested, he had even begun to acquire a sprinkling of blond torso hair.
While Bryan was shuffling, he looked hard at Cyndi, seated beside him with her hands folded in her lap. She was the only one not to have lost a hand. She batted her eyelashes at him innocently and grinned.
But Cyndi's luck was still holding, because Marie had lost another round. She got up on her knees, took a deep breath, and firmly pushed her shorts down her thighs. Then she sat and got them off over her feet and tossed them casually over her shoulder. She was wearing plain white cotton panties, cut high at the sides, which showed off her exceptionally nice legs. She could have drawn up her knees and attempted to conceal as much as possible, but that wasn't my sister's style. Instead, she settled on one hip with her feet tucked neatly under her. As far as she was concerned, she'd lost the hand fair and square and the rest of us could look all we wanted to. And we did, including the twins.
Next hand, I lost my shorts. Bryan smirked, the twins adopted poses of theatrical fascination, and my sister said "Welcome to the club." I had thought I would be more embarrassed, but I only sat there cross-legged in my white Jockeys, hoping the outline of my cock wasn't too obvious -- and that it wouldn't decide to expand its profile.
I managed to deal myself three kings on the next hand so I was able to relax and watch the other hands. Sandy was working on a four-card flush and held her breath when the last card was dealt, but it didn't help her any, and she calmly stood up, unzipped her shorts, and dropped them around her ankles. The lace on her white bikini panties matched that on her bra -- naturally. When she sat down, she copied Marie's pose, but with her breasts thrust forward. It was obvious she was enjoying the game.
As Sandy shuffled the deck, I looked around the circle and thought about the odds. Marie and Sandy were both in dangerous territory -- and so was I. Any of us who lost a hand would have to show something more than underwear. Bryan had lost only his shirt. And Cyndi still sat there fully clothed.
As it happened, Bryan was the next to fall, and he casually removed his shorts to reveal a pair of royal blue briefs with high-cut sides. Marie raised her eyebrows at that but Bryan just grinned as he settled himself back on the floor. All four of us were on the threshold now.
But Lady Luck has a sense of humor and Cyndi lost the next two hands, ending up beside her sister in matching bra and panties.
The next hand, naturally, included a certain amount of tension. With two cards, I was showing an ace-king, which gave me confidence. By the fourth card, though, both the twins had low pairs, Bryan was crossing his fingers over a four-card flush, and my sister had an ace-jack. And my ace-king hadn't improved at all. Cyndi dealt the last round slowly, with commentary. Sandy got an ace to back up her pair and Bryan filled his flush. Marie ended up with a pair of jacks and Cyndi managed to give her self three of a kind.
No surprise, I got nothing. I took a deep breath as I considered how to go about this. Finally, I decided that trying to take off my briefs while sitting on the floor lacked dignity. I might even topple over backward. So I stood, hooked my fingers in the waistband, and pushed them down my thighs. My penis, while not actually rigid, was more alert than it had been and bobbed as it was released from its confinement. Bryan grinned, only half in sympathy, and both the twins licked their lips in unison. Marie, whose face was only a foot away from my groin, pretended to peer at the presentation closely, then leered up at me.
"Not bad, not bad," she said. "I guess all that jerking off is worth it, huh?"
I ignored her comments as I sat cross-legged again, my dick getting stiffer, barely touching the rug in front of me. "I guess I'm out of the game now."
"Oh, not necessarily," Cyndi said. "We can probably think of some suitable embarrassing penalty for losing subsequent hands. Maybe the highest hand should suggest something." I didn't like the sound of that, but I could hardly refuse to go along now.
As it happened, Marie was the big loser in the next round. She lifted her elastic bra from under her full breasts and slipped it off her head in a single motion. She looked at Bryan, then at me, and smiled faintly at our mesmerized expressions. I hadn't seen my sister's bare tits since I was about eight and she was ten. She was sitting erect and I was fascinated at the way they stood out, nipples becoming visibly harder in the open air, not a trace of sag anywhere. Even the twins seemed impressed. As Marie gathered in the cards, her breasts jiggled and swayed and I felt my cock getting hard and rigid. I didn't dare look down, but the twins were staring at my lap in plain delight. Bryan was smirking again.
Sandy lost the next hand and smiled seductively across at me as she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it slip slowly down off her breasts. Her nipples were bright pink against the whiteness of her skin and they were amazingly rigid -- even more so than Marie's. Sandy was determined to get an even greater rise out of me, and it felt as though she were succeeding.
Bryan was the next loser, which was something of a relief: Now the girls could divide their attention between us. Actually, he was much more casual than I had been, stripping off his briefs and kneeling instead of sitting down again. His cock, which, naturally, was larger than mine, was growing under the admiring gaze of Marie and the twins. When he knelt and sat back on his heels, it seemed to reach more than halfway to his knees. I tried not to be more envious of his physique than usual.
The poker gods seemed to have abandoned me completely because I lost again on the next hand. Sandy displayed her three queens and I waited while she studied me thoughtfully and considered my forfeit.
"Marie," she said, glancing past me at my sister, "what was that about your brother jerking off? You think he could give us a demo?" She laughed softly at my expression. "Right here, right now," she added.
Well, every guy jerks off and I had certainly contributed my share of semen to the environment, but I'd never had an audience before. I must have looked a little uncertain because Sandy decided to orchestrate the event.
"Lean back against the sofa," she instructed. "Spread your legs and bend your knees out." My cock was becoming almost painful in its rigidity, especially since my sister was paying close attention. But I did as I was told.
"Now take it in your hand," Sandy went on, "and get on with it."
I glanced around at the others as I began slowly stroking my cock. Cyndi and Sandy were watching carefully and Bryan, of course, was smirking. Beside me, Marie was actually staring at my fist moving up and down as if she couldn't believe what was happening. She licked her lips furtively; I don't think she was aware she'd done it. I was beginning to wonder about her.
After a minute or two, I found I could ignore Bryan's presence entirely and just keep my mind on the fact that three very pretty girls were observing while I got myself off. Looking first at Sandy's superstructure and then at Marie's was also helpful. Not many guys who aren't Amish or something could find fault with the situation. And it didn't take long before I could feel the familiar tingle building in my groin.
I hadn't actually thought about *where* I was going to come, but it seemed impolite, somehow, to create a white, sticky puddle on the wall-to-wall. At literally the very last instant, I shifted onto one hip and squirted my semen across my sister's smooth thighs.
"Christ! What'd you do that for?" She raised her hands helplessly. Marie's jaw had dropped and Cyndi had both hands over her mouth, attempting unsuccessfully to stifle her glee. I felt a bit smug as I leaned back to grab my tee-shirt from where I had tossed it behind me. As I cleaned myself off, squeezing out the last bit of come, I noticed that Bryan's own penis was larger even than before, and considerably harder.
He saw my glance at his lap and raised an eyebrow. "What are you going to do when you lose the next hand, Tom?" "God, I had no idea. Even in this company, I didn't think I could summon another orgasm for awhile. And I passed my shirt to Marie, who shook her head as she carefully wiped my come off of herself.
And, somehow, the game went on. Cyndi lost the next hand and casually shucked her bra. As expected, her breasts were identical to her sister's. They sat in exactly the same pose, too, and Bryan obviously had joined me in enjoying the double view. The twins seemed self-possessed about the objects of our attention, but I could see all those nipples getting stiffer by the second.
Then Sandy lost a hand. She stood up and stroke a model's pose with back arched, hands on her hips and one knee turned in. Then she slipped her fingers under the elastic at the sides of her panties and worked them slowly, teasingly down over her hips. They dropped into a silky puddle at her feet and she stepped neatly out of them with a "Ta-Da" gesture of her open hands. Her fine, blonde pubic hair didn't conceal much. Then she surprised us by performing a pirouette so we could see all of her, including an absolutely perfect little ass. When she sat down again, she exchanged a little smile with her twin.
The odds were with us guys, because the next loser was Cynthia, who stood up and performed exactly the same mini-striptease as Sandy. The two of them and I looked in -- you should pardon the expression -- naked speculation at Marie, the only one still with an item of clothing. She tried to ignore us but a bright rose flush had spread across the upper part of her chest. The heady aroma of pheromones was filling the room.
But Cyndi lost again -- twice she had lost a hand twice in a row, now -- and Bryan held the high hand. He looked at Cyndi thoughtfully while the twins tried to stare him down. Then he looked over at me. "What do you think, Tom? Should the twins do something together? Just for the sake of symmetry?"
"Wait a minute," Marie cut in. "We never said anything about touching each other."
"We never excluded the possibility," I said. "I think it's up to them whether Cyndi decides to be chicken or whether they go along with the winner's suggestion."
"Hey, Marie," Sandy said, "it's okay. Really."
"Yeah," Cyndi added. "These *boys*---" (emphasizing the word) "---don't worry us."
"Well, then," Bryan said, "since they're showing solidarity, I for one would like to see them giving each other some solidly mutual attention. Like some kissing. And then maybe some sixty-nine."
God damn, I thought. I doubted I would have had the nerve to suggest that, but even the suggestion was increasing my respiration. Would the twins go for it, though?
What happened was that the girls turned to each other for a moment and smiled. I had the feeling they were communicating telepathically. Then they both leaned forward and sank into a torrid kiss, tongues probing, lips writhing. Sandy reached out and let her sister's breast rest on her palm. After a moment, Cyndi did the same. Bryan and I were staring in fascination and I had a feeling the twins had done this before. Marie was just staring.
The two girls had begun breathing more rapidly and Sandy lay back on the carpet, drawing her knees up and spreading them apart. I caught a glimpse of moisture between her legs reflecting the light. All of us were sweating now, and it wasn't just because of the lack of air conditioning.
Cyndi stretched herself out on top of her sister's body and they kissed passionately for several more minutes. Then, glancing at her rapt audience with a knowing smile, Cyndi rolled off, turned end for end, and carefully placed her knees on either side of Sandy's head. She lowered her own face toward Sandy's crotch at the same moment that I saw Sandy's tongue extending. They groaned in unison, wrapped their arms around each other's thighs, and completely forgot about the rest of us.
Without conscious thought, my hand had wrapped itself again around my resurgent cock. I looked at Bryan. He was slowly stroking himself, too, dividing his attention between the twins and my own cock. Marie muttered "Fuck it, . . ." and quickly stripped off her panties. The hair between her legs was black and neatly trimmed. My sister, the control freak.
I supposed she had been the final winner of the game, but she was absorbed in the two cocks on either side of her. She just sat cross-legged for a few minutes, rolling her own nipples between her fingers as she watched us. I could smell the moistness from her own pussy as her arousal increased.
Then my sister surprised me. She reached out and took hold of an erect penis in each hand, squeezing and stroking and pulling us closer. "Bryan," she whispered, "I want you to put your hand between my brother's legs and hold his balls." There was a startled silence as we both stared at her. Even the twins paused and looked across at us. "C'mon, Bryan. You know you want to. I've seen the way you look at him."
My cousin swallowed visibly, took a deep breath, and reach out with his large hand, slipping his fingers beneath my sister's until my engorged testicles were in his grasp. He was careful and gentle and I was too startled, too shocked, and -- let's face it -- too completely aroused by everything going on around me to protest.
My sister nodded toward me. "Now you, Tom."
My mind must have been somewhere over the rainbow. I had zero sexual interest in guys. But I found my hand matching Bryan's, insinuating itself between my meaty thighs, my fingers encircling his large, warm, soft balls.
I squeezed a little and Bryan's breath caught in his throat. "I'm not gay, you know," he said shakily. And I've never done this before. But it feels really good."
Marie nodded, then withdrew her hands. "Now I want you to hold each other's dicks," she said. Without hesitating, Bryan shifted his grip to my cock, sliding his hand twice up and down its length, then squeezing it at the base and lifting me up onto my knees. I took hold of his oversized organ and pulled him up, too. We knelt there a foot apart, squeezing and stroking each other, and I found I didn't much care just then whether that hand on me belonged to a girl or a guy.
Marie put her arms around both of us, hugging us around the waist, then letting her hands slip down over our asses. Urging us with her hands to lean farther forward, she wiggled her fingertips in the vicinity of our assholes. I felt the head of my cock being rubbed against Bryan's, his pre-come mixing with mine. It was a very, very strange sensation. All I knew was, it felt terrific, all of it.
"Marie," Bryan said somewhat shakily, "this is good, but -- I really, really would like to fuck you." God, I thought, inhaling the aroma wafting up from between my sister's legs, so would I.
She regarded him appraisingly, then nodded. "Okay, Bryan. Let's do that. I guess I *would* like to know what that meat of yours feels like inside me. I'm on the Pill," she added. And she lay back as Bryan and I released each other. I must have looked abandoned because she looked up me sympathetically as she stroked my thigh. "Sorry, Tom. Even with all this, I don't think I'm quite ready to fuck my own brother."
So I had to sit back, taking over my own masturbation again, while my cousin Bryan knee-walked up between my sister's parted thighs, took his cock in hand, and rubbed it slowly up and down the length of her pussy. Marie gasped and arched her back. "God, do it!" she whispered. And Bryan leaned forward and slowly sank into her. I watched his penis disappearing into her cunt, millimeter by millimeter, and felt the ache of lust in my balls.
"Tom. . . ." Sandy beckoned to me, still on her back, as her twin hauled herself to a kneeling position. "You can fuck us. We want you to." She spread her knees farther apart, then closed them, inviting me in. "I want you to stick your penis in me and fuck me good -- but I don't want you to come." She grinned as I wobbled my way in a daze to her side. "'Cause then I want you to fuck Cyndi and come inside her. Okay?"
It was a damn sight better than just okay. As I knelt between Sandy's thighs and bent forward, guiding myself into her, she locked her ankles behind my back, pulling me close. I thrust hard suddenly, rejoicing in the tightness of the fit, and she threw her head back with a moan, tightening her grip around my torso. Marie was grinning at us as Bryan's own thrusts rocked her back and forth on the carpet.
As I settled into a rhythm, trying to control my pace, not wanting it to be over too quickly, Cyndi stretched herself out beside us and ran her palm lightly over my ass, finally letting her hand drift down to my balls and then to my cock. She circled my organ with her smooth fingers so that I was fucking her hand as well as her sister. Sandy was clinging to me, molding her small body against mine. I was never going to look at my relatives the same way again.
My mental state had been stoked by the events of this amazing afternoon and I was already aroused to a point almost beyond sanity. It was really hard not to simply explode in an immediate orgasm, but Cyndi seemed to be aware of that possibility. She kept an intermittent choke hold on my cock, forcing me to slow down, to pace myself.
"Don't forget, Tom," she whispered in my ear, "you're gonna do me next. Not often you get to fuck two girls in a row, is it?"
"I always knew the two of you shared everything," I gasped, "but I never even thought about you sharing the same guy."
She shrugged and gave my organ a squeeze. "Well, we haven't up till now. Seemed like a good idea, though. Still does." And she bared her teeth and nipped my shoulder, which sent a shudder through my entire nervous system.
Only a couple of minutes later, Cyndi put her other hand down between my legs as well, pulling my cock out of her twin's pussy. "C'mon, my turn!"
"Okay," Sandy replied as she rolled out from beneath me, "but I think he ought to screw you from behind." I didn't even bother to enter the debate, merely waiting as Sandy took over her sister's grip on me. Cyndi got on her hands and knees, ass in the air, head cushioned on her folded arms. She spread her knees apart and wiggled invitingly. Her cunt, which appeared completely bare from this angle, was open and calling me to fill it. Bryan and Marie had slowed down, prolonging their own fuck, and were watching us again.
I nudged up behind my second target and slowly slid my still-rigid penis into her damp depths. Cyndi made a humming sound in her throat and arched her back down even more. I stared down at the profile of her firm, small ass below her slender, smooth waist, absorbed in the sight of myself disappearing inside her. I took hold of her hips, partly to keep from falling over, and pushed into her as far as physically possible. My pubic hair was tickling her pink little asshole.
Then Sandy got my attention by lying on her back again and sliding her face between my legs, like a mechanic sliding under a Mustang. I felt her tongue begin lapping at my swaying balls -- and then she raised her head a bit and sucked one of my testicles into her mouth. I tried to hunker down a littler farther, forcing Cyndi to spread her knees farther apart to accommodate me.
The snug grip of Cyndi's cunt combined with the suction of Sandy's mouth was threatening to make my brain boil. All I knew was that I was about to come and that there was no way on Earth I could delay any longer. Both girls knew it, too. Cyndi was thrusting back against my groin at every stroke and Sandy was alternating balls, tugging at one with her warm lips, and then the other. And at the same time, she began teasing my asshole with a fingertip, tapping at the sphincter, insinuating her nail just inside.
It was all too much, and I exploded with a suddenness and force that had me seeing little flashes of light. I came inside Cyndi, and jerked, and came again. Then Sandy grabbed my cock, slithered it out of her sister's pussy, and crammed it in her mouth, running her tongue round and round the vibrating head. I came again, with renewed energy, pouring what felt like quarts of semen down her throat while she swallowed continuously.
Cyndi let her hips sag to the floor, panting as she grinned over her shoulder at me. I kissed the back of her neck and she wriggled with pleasure. Meanwhile, Sandy was sucking every last drop of come out of me.
I looked back at Marie and Bryan just as he finished emptying himself into my sister. His elbows were locked but trembling and Marie seemed in danger of being crushed by his toppling weight, but he managed to lever himself off her before collapsing.
Cyndi eyed his penis, which still was semi-monstrous, and began crawling slowly in that direction. My sister saw what she intended and made room for her as Cyndi settled herself on her stomach between Bryan's brawny thighs and began doing the lollipop thing to him. Bryan, propped in a sitting position, closed his eyes and opened his mouth in disbelief.
Marie looked thoughtfully at Sandy for a long moment. I was still kneeling over my cousin's face but she had finally released my cock. Trickles of semen stretched across her cheeks and chin from the overflow. Then my sister got on her hands and knees and made her way over to us.
"You still want to fuck me, little brother?" She pushed me over on my back and began slowly stroking my cock again. To my surprise, it was sensitive but responsive. Then she crouched and began sucking the whole length of it into her pretty mouth. It wouldn't have thought I could produce another erection for a week, but in only three or four minutes my cock was lengthening and stiffening under my sister's manipulation.
Marie moved forward to straddle my hips, holding my penis like a joystick until she could maneuver it up into herself. She settled her weight onto it and an expression of profound satisfaction crossed her face. "I didn't think I was going to do this, but I guess I was wrong, huh?"
She put her shoulders back and leaned forward, pushing out her large, jiggling breasts into my waiting hands. I fondled and squeezed them and tugged carefully at her stiffened nipples as she made little animal sounds and raised and lowered herself on my resurgent cock. Just then, in that position, my sister's lovely body displayed above me, the feel of her cunt muscles squeezing me inside her, I could have died and not noticed. She leaned forward on her arms, dragging the soft hardness of her tits across my face until I captured a nipple between my teeth. I grabbed the other one as well, sucking both nipples into my mouth and running my tongue across them. Marie's breath hissed in between clenched teeth.
"Look," she gasped, turning my face to the side with one hand. Bryan was sitting with his back propped against the sofa and Cyndi was astride his lap, impaled on his cock, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Her face was buried in his neck and she was moaning in counterpoint to his rapid thrusts.
As I watched, Sandy sat down beside Bryan, took his big hand in hers and urged it down between her legs. Her head lay back on the sofa as he pushed a couple of fingers up inside her.
Then Marie wiggled her hips corkscrew-fashion to bring my attention back to her. "Do you like this, Tom?" she murmured breathlessly. "Do you like making love with your sister? 'Cause I really like the feel of my little brother's dick inside me. . . ." Her talented muscles squeezed my penis again, and I wondered how long I could hold out this time.
Not long, as it turned out. I few more hard thrusts up into my sister's body, the breathy gasps which were her reply, and I felt the climax rolling over me again. Marie pushed herself down hard against me as I erupted inside her, mixing Bryan's semen with my own. Then she lowered her weight on top of me, still skewered on my cock, and kissed me lingeringly on the lips. "That was wonderful, Tom. I love making love with you. We're gonna have to be careful the next time, you know. . . ."
At least there was going to be a next time, I thought. And if Marie wasn't available, the twins probably would be available. Maybe even Bryan. I remembered his grip on my penis. I didn't think I would object to jerking off with him again, either.
I sighed. Just keeping it in the family, us against the world.
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