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**This is a true tale of sex, lies and temptation. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. The events in this story took place over a 2 year period about 5 years ago. It’s a long story, but I tried to make it as short as possible. Thanks for reading. Comment and rate please.**
When I first laid eyes on my girlfriend Stacy, I thought she was everything I'd ever dreamed of. Her light brown eyes complimented her gorgeous bronze complexion. Her long, dark, wavy hair flowed over her shoulders and down to the small of her back. She had a smile that you would see in a toothpaste commercial. Her body was a nice size 5 with a nice round ass and a set of full C, almost D cups. Quite frankly she was out of my league. We were in a club and there were tons of guys I was sure she would prefer over me. I approached her anyway. We had a brief conversation and I could tell she wasn't interested so I said my goodbyes and continued on with the rest of my night. I never saw her again that night, and I thought I would never see her again.
To my surprise, a few days later I ran into her at a gas station. I was walking out as she was walking in. I held the door open and as she passed our eyes locked for a split second. I thought it was her, but I wasn't sure. Just as she was past the door she turned and said...
"Hey, you’re Alan, right?"
I was shocked she remembered my name. Now I knew it was her for sure, and she was even more gorgeous now that when I first saw her. I just nodded my head and smiled. She continued...
"Look, I'm really sorry about the other night. I didn't mean to be so rude. It’s just…I get so tired of guys in the club. They all seem to be just alike. But when you walked away I noticed something. What you said to me was genuine. I would love to hear more.”
She gave me her number and needless to say, we started dating. It wasn’t until about 2 months into our relationship that I learned she had a twin sister. She had mentioned before that she had a sister, but we never spoke much of her. It was the first time I had been to her apartment and I noticed a photo in her bedroom. I was amazed. I found the girl of my dreams and there is another one just like her. Every man has dreamt, or will dream of having sex with beautiful twins. I was no different.
(fast forward a few months)
Stacy and I have now taken our relationship to the next level. I moved out of my home and into her apartment. Just days after I moved in she got a call from her sister. Her boyfriend, who had a history of physical abuse, had left her for another woman and kicked her out on the streets. She had nowhere to go and needed her sister. We jumped in her car in hit the highway for an 8 hour drive. When we got to the hotel Tracy was waiting in the lobby. I got out to help her with her bags as Stacy introduced us. Teary eyed and hair a mess she was still an absolute beauty. She was dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt. As she bent over to grab her bag I got a glimpse of her panties peeking through her waistband.
On the way home I didn’t say much. I just drove and let them catch up. Apparently they hadn’t seen each other in a few years. Every once in a while I would look in the rearview mirror just to gaze at her beauty. By the time we got home they were both sound asleep and I was exhausted. I woke them up and they went in the house. I grabbed the bags and followed shortly after them. I dropped the bags in the living room and locked the door behind me. I called for Stacy but she didn’t answer. I went to our bedroom and there was Stacy….and Tracy asleep in my bed. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. They were fully dressed, but I was still excited. I completely adored Stacy and I could see her in my life for a long time, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of twins. I shut off the light and hopped in the bed with them. Stacy slept between Tracy and I. I put my arm over Stacy’s waist and positioned my hand so the backside of my hand would rub against Tracy’s ass. As horny as I was, I was to still too sleepy to do anything but sleep. I passed out quick.
When I woke up we were all under the blanket and I noticed that Stacy had removed her clothes and was sleeping in her panties and bra. I stuck my head under the cover and noticed that Tracy had done the same thing. Now I was really in heaven. So many thoughts raced through my mind, but I was too shy or scared to make a move. Soon I heard Tracy shifting positions so I pretended I was still asleep. As she got out of bed I slyly opened my eyes just enough to see her half naked body walking into the bathroom. She had on red lace boyshorts with a white and red bra. I could only see her from the back but her body was immaculate. While she was still in the bathroom I got out of bed and went to the other bathroom to get ready for work. I had already taken off the day before and I knew I would have a lot of catching up to do. When I left for work that morning both girls laid in bed together looking like angels. Stacy was supposed to work, but I figured she would take another day off to be with her sister.
My day at work was so hectic I had completely forgotten my girlfriend’s sister was staying with us. When I came home Stacy was lying on the couch with the TV on. I leaned over the arm of the couch and kissed her lips. I must have scared her because she woke up startled and looked at me like I was crazy. It was then that I realized she wasn’t Stacy. I had just kissed Tracy. They looked so much alike that I couldn’t tell the difference. Apparently Stacy had gone to work and left Tracy home alone.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I explained. “I thought you were Stacy, that’s why…”
“It’s okay.” She assured me.
“No, I mean…It’s just…I thought you were your sister, you look just like her and I thought you..were her..and…”
“Don’t be sorry.” She said as she let out a slight giggle. “It was just an honest mistake. Maybe I should have been sleeping in the spare bedroom and not on the couch. I should be the one apologizing.”
I was so embarrassed I said nothing else. I just went to my room and closed the door. When Stacy got home I was expecting Tracy to tell her that I had kissed her, but she never did. That night the three of us went out to dinner. We discussed different options Tracy had for getting back on her feet. The first thing we would do is help her find a job, then an apartment. After about a week she landed a job as a receptionist at one of our local gyms. It wasn’t the best job, but it was a start. She could stay with us for a few months while she saved up enough for a deposit on her own place and to pay for furniture and other household items.
After about 2 months staying with us, Tracy finally started to open up. Now she was starting to talk and laugh a lot more. I could tell she was getting over her ex. One night she suggested we all go out to a local bar/comedy club. I was playing Xbox and decided to let them go out without me. They could use this time for sisterly bonding and I could play my game in peace. I sat in the living room playing my game while they got ready to go out, until suddenly I had to pee. So I ran to my room to use the bathroom but the door was locked. Stacy had the music turned up so loud she didn’t hear me knock on the door. So I ran to the other bathroom. I heard the shower running so I knocked before I went in.
“Someone’s in here.” I could barely hear her say over the sound of the shower.
“I’m sorry.” I replied. “Are you gonna be long? I gotta pee really bad.”
“What?” She asked. “Open the door. I can’t hear you.”
I opened the door slowly and was quickly engulfed by steam and the smell of her body wash. I peeked my head around the door and saw that she was still in the shower with the curtain closed.
“I just need to pee real quick, if you don’t mind.” I said. “I’ll only be a minute.”
“Sure, go ahead, it’s your house.” She said with a laugh.
After I peed, I was at the sink washing my hands, with my back to the shower when she asked,
“Hey, can you pass me that towel?”
I raised my head and looked in the mirror to see if I could get a glimpse of her naked, but the mirror was too foggy from the steam. I reached for the towel and turned around to see Tracy’s arm sticking out from behind the shower curtain. I handed her the towel and turned toward the door. Just as I was opening the door I hear the shower curtain opening and Tracy said,
“Hey, do you guys have any q-tips?”
I turned around to see Tracy standing there, dripping wet, with only the towel covering her midsection.
“yeah, right there in the cabinet under the sink.” I replied.
I just stood there and stared, waiting for Tracy to reach for the cabinet, hoping her towel would fall to the ground. But she just looked at me with a sarcastic smile as she pushed the door closed with me still in the doorway. After that I went back to playing my game. When the girls were done getting dressed they came into the living room and posed to show me their attire. I was used to seeing Stacy in tight clothes and heels, but Tracy was more conservative and mostly wore loose fitting pants and shirts that completely covered her upper body. Tonight she was wearing a tight skirt, a nice blouse and some sexy heels that she borrowed from Stacy. She looked stunning. At this point I think I was more attracted to my girlfriend’s sister than I was to her. I couldn’t pass up the chance to go out with these two gorgeous ladies so I changed my mind and decided I would go out with them.
The 3 of us hung out, got drunk and had a good night out. Usually when Stacy and I come home from a night of drinking we have wild, drunk, crazy sex. But tonight was different. The liquor had obviously loosened Tracy up a lot and she still wanted to party. Stacy and I headed to our room and Tracy to hers.
I had my head buried between Stacy’s legs for a good fifteen minutes and she was close to cumming when a voice came from the corner of room.
“mmm..that looks so good.” The voice said.
Stacy pushed my head away from her pussy as she let out a short scream and covered herself. I jumped up to notice Tracy standing in the doorway.
“Oh my God! Get out!” Stacy screamed. I was expecting her to freak out, but after that she just started laughing.
“What the fuck? Are that you that damn drunk?” Stacy asked, still laughing her ass off.
Stumbling toward the bed Tracy mumbled, “No, I just wanna watch.” before she flopped on the bed.
Stacy and I looked at each other and our jaws dropped. After about a second we both burst into laughter. As shocking as it was to hear her say that, we were so drunk we had to laugh.
“Dooon’t laaaaugh at me.” Tracy whined as she made herself more comfortable on the bed.
“Girl, you are way too drunk.” Stacy said as she was catching her breath. “Babe, can you take her to her room, please?” she asked.
I sighed as if it was a burden, but I was actually pleased to accept the task. Tracy was lying on her stomach so I rolled her over onto her back. I slid my hands underneath her and lifted her in my arms like a small c***d. Her breath smelled of liquor but it was quickly overpowered by the smell of her hair and her perfume. I carried her down the hall, past the bathroom to the opposite end of the hall. The way her legs hung over my arm I could see right up her skirt. But legs were closed so I couldn’t see much. I thought about sliding my hand up her leg, but I was still pretty drunk myself and I didn’t want to accidentally drop her. When we got to her room she seemed to be passed out so I just laid her down on her back. When I turned to walk away she dropped one leg over the edge of the bed and slurred,
“Wait,……. help me with my shoes.”
The room was dark and when I turned back toward her the light from the hall shined across her body like a “Miss America” sash. Her legs were spread and now I had the perfect view up her skirt. I walked over to her slowly, knelt down and pulled off the first shoe with finesse. Her toes we well-manicured and I slid my hand up her calf as I let her foot fall back to the floor. Her legs were as smooth as silk, just as I imagined. When I reached for the other leg I looked between them and could see that her panties were moist. Instantly I felt the blood rush to my penis. I tried to resist it, but it wasn’t possible. My dream was to have sex with twins, but at this moment all I wanted was her. We were both drunk and I figured I’d test the water. I took of her other shoe and ran my hand up her leg again, this time all the way up to her inner thigh. She moaned a little. I did it again, but this time she snapped her legs closed, pinning my hand between them and turned to her side. My heart pounded. “Fuck!” I thought. She must not be as drunk as I thought. She would never let this happen. What was I thinking? How could I cheat on Stacy…in our house…with her twin sister? Surely this encounter was no mistake. She would definitely confess this to her sister.
Surprisingly, before I could even process these thoughts, she grabbed my hands and pressed my fingers against her pussy. Her panties were soaked indeed and my dick got hard instantly. She started grinding against my fingers. First starting off slow, grinding hard, up and down. She made a long orgasmic gasp and moaned after each stroke against my fingertips. After about 4 or 5 strokes she was starting to get louder and I snatched my hand away. The door was halfway open and I was worried Stacy would hear what was going on. By now, Stacy had to be wondering what was taking me so long. As I tried to get up from the bed Tracy grabbed my hand and in a low, slurred voice she said,
“No, don’t stop. I was about to come.”
She laid on her back, put my hand back between her legs and continued grinding. Again, she started off slow then gained speed and pressure as she got closer to her orgasm. I could feel her strokes getting harder against my fingers and I could hear her breaths getting shorter. After only about a minute or two her legs started to tremble. Then her whole body. I knew she was coming. After a few seconds she stopped shaking, took a few deep breaths and released my hand. She was done, but I was horny a shit. I raised my slightly moist hand to my nose and inhaled the sweet scent of her nectar. I remember it smelled pleasantly natural. It smelled very clean and it wasn’t masked by some feminine spray. I wanted so bad to taste her, to see what was beneath those panties. She was still lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. I whispered her name, but she didn’t answer. I shook her and still got no response. She was passed out. I ran my hand all the way up her thigh and rubbed my thumb against her clip. She moaned, just a little. I was so drunk and horny and I could control myself. I slid my finger under her panties and pulled them to the side. Her pussy was beautiful, just like her sister’s. It was clean shaved and I could still see all the wetness from when she had just came. I starred at it for a second, then I played with it while I was rubbing my dick through my pants. I was so horny. She was moaning and it was turning me on so bad. I slide my middle finger inside her and rubbed her clit with my thumb, finger fucking her harder and harder. She started gyrating her hips and rubbing her tits. I slid another finger inside of her and she took a deep breath, arched her back and gripped the sheets. I was still rubbing my dick, ready to blow my load right in my pants, when she grabbed my head and shoved it between her legs.
“kiss it” she moaned.
Without hesitation I stuck out my tongue and massage her sweet, soft clit with my fingers still inside.
“eat this pussy daddy.” she whispered. “make this pussy come daddy.”
It was weird because Stacy sometimes said the same things, but it was still turning me on. I licked her clit and fucked her with my tongue and fingers until she came again. Her pussy tightened around my fingers. Her body trembled. She was so wet it was dripping down my forearm and between her ass cheeks. As soon as I pulled my fingers out of her she rolled over, wrapped herself in the blanket and passed out, again. I called her name and shook her hard but she showed no response. Maybe this time she was really out for the count.
Now I was coming down from the high on sexual contact with Tracy and I immediately started to feel guilty about what just happened. I sat there on the bed for a moment trying to think of what I would tell Stacy when she asked what took so long. I needed to wash myself up so I tip toed to the bathroom. I figured I would just tell Stacy I was in the bathroom throwing up. We were all drunk, she’d have to believe that. After I clean up I made my way back to my bedroom. To my surprise, and much to my relief Stacy was passed out. I crept in the bed and passed out beside her.
The next morning Stacy and I sat in the kitchen when Tracy walked in, yawning and rubbing her eyes.
“well, if it ain’t Ms. Peeping Tom.” Stacy said with a laugh.
“What?” Tracy asked. She was obviously confused.
“You don’t remember last night?” I asked sarcastically.
“I’m sorry ya’ll.” She apologized. “It’s just been a long time since I’ve been able to go out and enjoy myself and I just got a little too drunk. I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? the last thing I remember is leaving the club, then I asked you to stop at Taco Bell and we passed like, a bunch of Taco Bell’s and you wouldn’t stop and I called you an asshole, then we came home and I went to sleep, but I don’t even remember going to sleep. Sorry about calling you an asshole too, you’re a sweetheart.”
TO BE CONTINUED
When I first laid eyes on my girlfriend Stacy, I thought she was everything I'd ever dreamed of. Her light brown eyes complimented her gorgeous bronze complexion. Her long, dark, wavy hair flowed over her shoulders and down to the small of her back. She had a smile that you would see in a toothpaste commercial. Her body was a nice size 5 with a nice round ass and a set of full C, almost D cups. Quite frankly she was out of my league. We were in a club and there were tons of guys I was sure she would prefer over me. I approached her anyway. We had a brief conversation and I could tell she wasn't interested so I said my goodbyes and continued on with the rest of my night. I never saw her again that night, and I thought I would never see her again.
To my surprise, a few days later I ran into her at a gas station. I was walking out as she was walking in. I held the door open and as she passed our eyes locked for a split second. I thought it was her, but I wasn't sure. Just as she was past the door she turned and said...
"Hey, you’re Alan, right?"
I was shocked she remembered my name. Now I knew it was her for sure, and she was even more gorgeous now that when I first saw her. I just nodded my head and smiled. She continued...
"Look, I'm really sorry about the other night. I didn't mean to be so rude. It’s just…I get so tired of guys in the club. They all seem to be just alike. But when you walked away I noticed something. What you said to me was genuine. I would love to hear more.”
She gave me her number and needless to say, we started dating. It wasn’t until about 2 months into our relationship that I learned she had a twin sister. She had mentioned before that she had a sister, but we never spoke much of her. It was the first time I had been to her apartment and I noticed a photo in her bedroom. I was amazed. I found the girl of my dreams and there is another one just like her. Every man has dreamt, or will dream of having sex with beautiful twins. I was no different.
(fast forward a few months)
Stacy and I have now taken our relationship to the next level. I moved out of my home and into her apartment. Just days after I moved in she got a call from her sister. Her boyfriend, who had a history of physical abuse, had left her for another woman and kicked her out on the streets. She had nowhere to go and needed her sister. We jumped in her car in hit the highway for an 8 hour drive. When we got to the hotel Tracy was waiting in the lobby. I got out to help her with her bags as Stacy introduced us. Teary eyed and hair a mess she was still an absolute beauty. She was dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt. As she bent over to grab her bag I got a glimpse of her panties peeking through her waistband.
On the way home I didn’t say much. I just drove and let them catch up. Apparently they hadn’t seen each other in a few years. Every once in a while I would look in the rearview mirror just to gaze at her beauty. By the time we got home they were both sound asleep and I was exhausted. I woke them up and they went in the house. I grabbed the bags and followed shortly after them. I dropped the bags in the living room and locked the door behind me. I called for Stacy but she didn’t answer. I went to our bedroom and there was Stacy….and Tracy asleep in my bed. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. They were fully dressed, but I was still excited. I completely adored Stacy and I could see her in my life for a long time, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of twins. I shut off the light and hopped in the bed with them. Stacy slept between Tracy and I. I put my arm over Stacy’s waist and positioned my hand so the backside of my hand would rub against Tracy’s ass. As horny as I was, I was to still too sleepy to do anything but sleep. I passed out quick.
When I woke up we were all under the blanket and I noticed that Stacy had removed her clothes and was sleeping in her panties and bra. I stuck my head under the cover and noticed that Tracy had done the same thing. Now I was really in heaven. So many thoughts raced through my mind, but I was too shy or scared to make a move. Soon I heard Tracy shifting positions so I pretended I was still asleep. As she got out of bed I slyly opened my eyes just enough to see her half naked body walking into the bathroom. She had on red lace boyshorts with a white and red bra. I could only see her from the back but her body was immaculate. While she was still in the bathroom I got out of bed and went to the other bathroom to get ready for work. I had already taken off the day before and I knew I would have a lot of catching up to do. When I left for work that morning both girls laid in bed together looking like angels. Stacy was supposed to work, but I figured she would take another day off to be with her sister.
My day at work was so hectic I had completely forgotten my girlfriend’s sister was staying with us. When I came home Stacy was lying on the couch with the TV on. I leaned over the arm of the couch and kissed her lips. I must have scared her because she woke up startled and looked at me like I was crazy. It was then that I realized she wasn’t Stacy. I had just kissed Tracy. They looked so much alike that I couldn’t tell the difference. Apparently Stacy had gone to work and left Tracy home alone.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I explained. “I thought you were Stacy, that’s why…”
“It’s okay.” She assured me.
“No, I mean…It’s just…I thought you were your sister, you look just like her and I thought you..were her..and…”
“Don’t be sorry.” She said as she let out a slight giggle. “It was just an honest mistake. Maybe I should have been sleeping in the spare bedroom and not on the couch. I should be the one apologizing.”
I was so embarrassed I said nothing else. I just went to my room and closed the door. When Stacy got home I was expecting Tracy to tell her that I had kissed her, but she never did. That night the three of us went out to dinner. We discussed different options Tracy had for getting back on her feet. The first thing we would do is help her find a job, then an apartment. After about a week she landed a job as a receptionist at one of our local gyms. It wasn’t the best job, but it was a start. She could stay with us for a few months while she saved up enough for a deposit on her own place and to pay for furniture and other household items.
After about 2 months staying with us, Tracy finally started to open up. Now she was starting to talk and laugh a lot more. I could tell she was getting over her ex. One night she suggested we all go out to a local bar/comedy club. I was playing Xbox and decided to let them go out without me. They could use this time for sisterly bonding and I could play my game in peace. I sat in the living room playing my game while they got ready to go out, until suddenly I had to pee. So I ran to my room to use the bathroom but the door was locked. Stacy had the music turned up so loud she didn’t hear me knock on the door. So I ran to the other bathroom. I heard the shower running so I knocked before I went in.
“Someone’s in here.” I could barely hear her say over the sound of the shower.
“I’m sorry.” I replied. “Are you gonna be long? I gotta pee really bad.”
“What?” She asked. “Open the door. I can’t hear you.”
I opened the door slowly and was quickly engulfed by steam and the smell of her body wash. I peeked my head around the door and saw that she was still in the shower with the curtain closed.
“I just need to pee real quick, if you don’t mind.” I said. “I’ll only be a minute.”
“Sure, go ahead, it’s your house.” She said with a laugh.
After I peed, I was at the sink washing my hands, with my back to the shower when she asked,
“Hey, can you pass me that towel?”
I raised my head and looked in the mirror to see if I could get a glimpse of her naked, but the mirror was too foggy from the steam. I reached for the towel and turned around to see Tracy’s arm sticking out from behind the shower curtain. I handed her the towel and turned toward the door. Just as I was opening the door I hear the shower curtain opening and Tracy said,
“Hey, do you guys have any q-tips?”
I turned around to see Tracy standing there, dripping wet, with only the towel covering her midsection.
“yeah, right there in the cabinet under the sink.” I replied.
I just stood there and stared, waiting for Tracy to reach for the cabinet, hoping her towel would fall to the ground. But she just looked at me with a sarcastic smile as she pushed the door closed with me still in the doorway. After that I went back to playing my game. When the girls were done getting dressed they came into the living room and posed to show me their attire. I was used to seeing Stacy in tight clothes and heels, but Tracy was more conservative and mostly wore loose fitting pants and shirts that completely covered her upper body. Tonight she was wearing a tight skirt, a nice blouse and some sexy heels that she borrowed from Stacy. She looked stunning. At this point I think I was more attracted to my girlfriend’s sister than I was to her. I couldn’t pass up the chance to go out with these two gorgeous ladies so I changed my mind and decided I would go out with them.
The 3 of us hung out, got drunk and had a good night out. Usually when Stacy and I come home from a night of drinking we have wild, drunk, crazy sex. But tonight was different. The liquor had obviously loosened Tracy up a lot and she still wanted to party. Stacy and I headed to our room and Tracy to hers.
I had my head buried between Stacy’s legs for a good fifteen minutes and she was close to cumming when a voice came from the corner of room.
“mmm..that looks so good.” The voice said.
Stacy pushed my head away from her pussy as she let out a short scream and covered herself. I jumped up to notice Tracy standing in the doorway.
“Oh my God! Get out!” Stacy screamed. I was expecting her to freak out, but after that she just started laughing.
“What the fuck? Are that you that damn drunk?” Stacy asked, still laughing her ass off.
Stumbling toward the bed Tracy mumbled, “No, I just wanna watch.” before she flopped on the bed.
Stacy and I looked at each other and our jaws dropped. After about a second we both burst into laughter. As shocking as it was to hear her say that, we were so drunk we had to laugh.
“Dooon’t laaaaugh at me.” Tracy whined as she made herself more comfortable on the bed.
“Girl, you are way too drunk.” Stacy said as she was catching her breath. “Babe, can you take her to her room, please?” she asked.
I sighed as if it was a burden, but I was actually pleased to accept the task. Tracy was lying on her stomach so I rolled her over onto her back. I slid my hands underneath her and lifted her in my arms like a small c***d. Her breath smelled of liquor but it was quickly overpowered by the smell of her hair and her perfume. I carried her down the hall, past the bathroom to the opposite end of the hall. The way her legs hung over my arm I could see right up her skirt. But legs were closed so I couldn’t see much. I thought about sliding my hand up her leg, but I was still pretty drunk myself and I didn’t want to accidentally drop her. When we got to her room she seemed to be passed out so I just laid her down on her back. When I turned to walk away she dropped one leg over the edge of the bed and slurred,
“Wait,……. help me with my shoes.”
The room was dark and when I turned back toward her the light from the hall shined across her body like a “Miss America” sash. Her legs were spread and now I had the perfect view up her skirt. I walked over to her slowly, knelt down and pulled off the first shoe with finesse. Her toes we well-manicured and I slid my hand up her calf as I let her foot fall back to the floor. Her legs were as smooth as silk, just as I imagined. When I reached for the other leg I looked between them and could see that her panties were moist. Instantly I felt the blood rush to my penis. I tried to resist it, but it wasn’t possible. My dream was to have sex with twins, but at this moment all I wanted was her. We were both drunk and I figured I’d test the water. I took of her other shoe and ran my hand up her leg again, this time all the way up to her inner thigh. She moaned a little. I did it again, but this time she snapped her legs closed, pinning my hand between them and turned to her side. My heart pounded. “Fuck!” I thought. She must not be as drunk as I thought. She would never let this happen. What was I thinking? How could I cheat on Stacy…in our house…with her twin sister? Surely this encounter was no mistake. She would definitely confess this to her sister.
Surprisingly, before I could even process these thoughts, she grabbed my hands and pressed my fingers against her pussy. Her panties were soaked indeed and my dick got hard instantly. She started grinding against my fingers. First starting off slow, grinding hard, up and down. She made a long orgasmic gasp and moaned after each stroke against my fingertips. After about 4 or 5 strokes she was starting to get louder and I snatched my hand away. The door was halfway open and I was worried Stacy would hear what was going on. By now, Stacy had to be wondering what was taking me so long. As I tried to get up from the bed Tracy grabbed my hand and in a low, slurred voice she said,
“No, don’t stop. I was about to come.”
She laid on her back, put my hand back between her legs and continued grinding. Again, she started off slow then gained speed and pressure as she got closer to her orgasm. I could feel her strokes getting harder against my fingers and I could hear her breaths getting shorter. After only about a minute or two her legs started to tremble. Then her whole body. I knew she was coming. After a few seconds she stopped shaking, took a few deep breaths and released my hand. She was done, but I was horny a shit. I raised my slightly moist hand to my nose and inhaled the sweet scent of her nectar. I remember it smelled pleasantly natural. It smelled very clean and it wasn’t masked by some feminine spray. I wanted so bad to taste her, to see what was beneath those panties. She was still lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. I whispered her name, but she didn’t answer. I shook her and still got no response. She was passed out. I ran my hand all the way up her thigh and rubbed my thumb against her clip. She moaned, just a little. I was so drunk and horny and I could control myself. I slid my finger under her panties and pulled them to the side. Her pussy was beautiful, just like her sister’s. It was clean shaved and I could still see all the wetness from when she had just came. I starred at it for a second, then I played with it while I was rubbing my dick through my pants. I was so horny. She was moaning and it was turning me on so bad. I slide my middle finger inside her and rubbed her clit with my thumb, finger fucking her harder and harder. She started gyrating her hips and rubbing her tits. I slid another finger inside of her and she took a deep breath, arched her back and gripped the sheets. I was still rubbing my dick, ready to blow my load right in my pants, when she grabbed my head and shoved it between her legs.
“kiss it” she moaned.
Without hesitation I stuck out my tongue and massage her sweet, soft clit with my fingers still inside.
“eat this pussy daddy.” she whispered. “make this pussy come daddy.”
It was weird because Stacy sometimes said the same things, but it was still turning me on. I licked her clit and fucked her with my tongue and fingers until she came again. Her pussy tightened around my fingers. Her body trembled. She was so wet it was dripping down my forearm and between her ass cheeks. As soon as I pulled my fingers out of her she rolled over, wrapped herself in the blanket and passed out, again. I called her name and shook her hard but she showed no response. Maybe this time she was really out for the count.
Now I was coming down from the high on sexual contact with Tracy and I immediately started to feel guilty about what just happened. I sat there on the bed for a moment trying to think of what I would tell Stacy when she asked what took so long. I needed to wash myself up so I tip toed to the bathroom. I figured I would just tell Stacy I was in the bathroom throwing up. We were all drunk, she’d have to believe that. After I clean up I made my way back to my bedroom. To my surprise, and much to my relief Stacy was passed out. I crept in the bed and passed out beside her.
The next morning Stacy and I sat in the kitchen when Tracy walked in, yawning and rubbing her eyes.
“well, if it ain’t Ms. Peeping Tom.” Stacy said with a laugh.
“What?” Tracy asked. She was obviously confused.
“You don’t remember last night?” I asked sarcastically.
“I’m sorry ya’ll.” She apologized. “It’s just been a long time since I’ve been able to go out and enjoy myself and I just got a little too drunk. I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? the last thing I remember is leaving the club, then I asked you to stop at Taco Bell and we passed like, a bunch of Taco Bell’s and you wouldn’t stop and I called you an asshole, then we came home and I went to sleep, but I don’t even remember going to sleep. Sorry about calling you an asshole too, you’re a sweetheart.”
TO BE CONTINUED
Cathalina
- 06.02.2021
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