05-11-2022, 03:58 PM
Melanie moved closer to me and leaned on my left arm. Now I had an even better view down her blouse. I made no attempt to hide my leering.
"Isn't this better than before?" she remarked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, before, you had to sneak peeks at my boobs whenever you could and worry about getting caught. You must like it better now that we can be open about it."
"Oh... yeah. I love it." I gushed.
"I knew you would," she said "I've wanted to talk to you about it for a while now because I knew it would make us closer."
I thought about my sister's rationale for a while before I voiced my concern. "But, aren't you afraid that it could backfire somehow and hurt us in the long run?" I suggested.
"No. I really don't. I've given this a lot of thought, Mark, and I think it's a positive thing. Look at how it's already made us closer." She raised her head to give me a warm smile.
"I guess you're right." I concluded.
"I know I am. I love you and anything that makes us closer has got to be a good thing, right?"
I nodded in agreement. "I love you too, Mel." I said.
My sister looked up to me again. Her mouth was inches from mine. I stared at her full, moist lips, noticing how they had a slight upturned shape. They looked inviting. More than that; tempting. Before I could stop myself I was leaning towards her, inch by inch, until my lips met hers. She opened her mouth as I sucked on her lower lip, pinching and tugging at it with mine. Melanie moaned into my mouth as her tongue flicked over mine. I felt her hand cupping the back of my neck. Her fingertips teasing my skin as she held me to her.
It had happened: I kissed my sister. I was going to Hell for this. I knew it, but didn't care.
"Holy shit..." she whispered in amazement as she pulled away with a gasp, licking her bottom lip.
"Sorry," I murmured "I guess I got carried away."
"No... don't be sorry. You're a good kisser, Mark." she breathed.
"So are you." I told my sister, not because I felt like I should, but because she was.
Melanie relaxed against me once more. She laid her right arm over my stomach. Although neither of us spoke for a while I knew that my sister was weighing the implications of the step we had just taken, like I was. It was thrilling, but also somewhat unsettling.
"We have to get up early tomorrow, you know." Melanie reminded me a while later.
"Yeah. We should probably get some sleep." I concluded.
Melanie slowly sat up, stretching. She yawned, then stood up. I got up and stood beside her, unable to hold back a smile. Her arms slipped around my waist and she pressed herself to me, pulling me closer. My cock was throbbing and I felt her stomach pressed to it. She pushed her hips towards me, grinding her stomach against my hard shaft.
"Mmmm... that feels good," she said, almost moaning "I know what you're going to be doing after you go to bed."
I let out a nervous chuckle. She was right and it was useless to deny it.
"So will I." she added.
I followed my sister up the stairs, watching her hips sway. She stopped outside of her bedroom, seeming nervous.
"Think of me when you're doing it, okay?" she whispered, almost pleading.
I nodded, despite my embarrassment.
Melanie reached behind her and opened her bedroom door. She pushed it opened and fumbled for the light switch. Her room was bathed in a soft golden glow as her ceiling light came on. She tugged at my hand and backed up, pulling me into her room. I looked around, breathing in the mixture of perfume and a musky scent that smelled like pussy. Melanie backed up until she was pressed to her bureau to the left of the doorway.
"Can I have a good-night kiss?" she whispered.
I turned my head and looked at our mother's closed bedroom door, then back to my twin sister.
Before I could answer, Melanie's hand was holding the back of my neck. She tugged me towards her. I saw her watery lips part as I bent down. Already her tongue was searching for mine. She flicked it over my lips, pushing it between them as we kissed. She moaned as my teeth pinched her bottom lip. I held it between my lips as I ran my hand over her back, caressing her writhing body. A few seconds later I felt her hand cup my balls. She held them for a moment, then moved her palm along my throbbing shaft. She gave it a squeeze. I lurched back in surprise. Melanie licked her wet lips as she looked up at me, still rubbing my hard cock. Now her hips were moving in a slow circular motion.
"We better stop, Mel." I whispered.
Melanie frowned and eased her hand from my cock. "Okay," she agreed, not sounding happy "but I wish I could do it for you instead of you doing it alone in your room."
"Thanks," I said, not contemplating the propriety of her statement.
"Think of me." she whispered, then kissed my cheek.
"Isn't this better than before?" she remarked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, before, you had to sneak peeks at my boobs whenever you could and worry about getting caught. You must like it better now that we can be open about it."
"Oh... yeah. I love it." I gushed.
"I knew you would," she said "I've wanted to talk to you about it for a while now because I knew it would make us closer."
I thought about my sister's rationale for a while before I voiced my concern. "But, aren't you afraid that it could backfire somehow and hurt us in the long run?" I suggested.
"No. I really don't. I've given this a lot of thought, Mark, and I think it's a positive thing. Look at how it's already made us closer." She raised her head to give me a warm smile.
"I guess you're right." I concluded.
"I know I am. I love you and anything that makes us closer has got to be a good thing, right?"
I nodded in agreement. "I love you too, Mel." I said.
My sister looked up to me again. Her mouth was inches from mine. I stared at her full, moist lips, noticing how they had a slight upturned shape. They looked inviting. More than that; tempting. Before I could stop myself I was leaning towards her, inch by inch, until my lips met hers. She opened her mouth as I sucked on her lower lip, pinching and tugging at it with mine. Melanie moaned into my mouth as her tongue flicked over mine. I felt her hand cupping the back of my neck. Her fingertips teasing my skin as she held me to her.
It had happened: I kissed my sister. I was going to Hell for this. I knew it, but didn't care.
"Holy shit..." she whispered in amazement as she pulled away with a gasp, licking her bottom lip.
"Sorry," I murmured "I guess I got carried away."
"No... don't be sorry. You're a good kisser, Mark." she breathed.
"So are you." I told my sister, not because I felt like I should, but because she was.
Melanie relaxed against me once more. She laid her right arm over my stomach. Although neither of us spoke for a while I knew that my sister was weighing the implications of the step we had just taken, like I was. It was thrilling, but also somewhat unsettling.
"We have to get up early tomorrow, you know." Melanie reminded me a while later.
"Yeah. We should probably get some sleep." I concluded.
Melanie slowly sat up, stretching. She yawned, then stood up. I got up and stood beside her, unable to hold back a smile. Her arms slipped around my waist and she pressed herself to me, pulling me closer. My cock was throbbing and I felt her stomach pressed to it. She pushed her hips towards me, grinding her stomach against my hard shaft.
"Mmmm... that feels good," she said, almost moaning "I know what you're going to be doing after you go to bed."
I let out a nervous chuckle. She was right and it was useless to deny it.
"So will I." she added.
I followed my sister up the stairs, watching her hips sway. She stopped outside of her bedroom, seeming nervous.
"Think of me when you're doing it, okay?" she whispered, almost pleading.
I nodded, despite my embarrassment.
Melanie reached behind her and opened her bedroom door. She pushed it opened and fumbled for the light switch. Her room was bathed in a soft golden glow as her ceiling light came on. She tugged at my hand and backed up, pulling me into her room. I looked around, breathing in the mixture of perfume and a musky scent that smelled like pussy. Melanie backed up until she was pressed to her bureau to the left of the doorway.
"Can I have a good-night kiss?" she whispered.
I turned my head and looked at our mother's closed bedroom door, then back to my twin sister.
Before I could answer, Melanie's hand was holding the back of my neck. She tugged me towards her. I saw her watery lips part as I bent down. Already her tongue was searching for mine. She flicked it over my lips, pushing it between them as we kissed. She moaned as my teeth pinched her bottom lip. I held it between my lips as I ran my hand over her back, caressing her writhing body. A few seconds later I felt her hand cup my balls. She held them for a moment, then moved her palm along my throbbing shaft. She gave it a squeeze. I lurched back in surprise. Melanie licked her wet lips as she looked up at me, still rubbing my hard cock. Now her hips were moving in a slow circular motion.
"We better stop, Mel." I whispered.
Melanie frowned and eased her hand from my cock. "Okay," she agreed, not sounding happy "but I wish I could do it for you instead of you doing it alone in your room."
"Thanks," I said, not contemplating the propriety of her statement.
"Think of me." she whispered, then kissed my cheek.
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