Twin Sister Delights Chapter 1 The Slut Coaches the Twin Sisters
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She was a pillar of the community, the glue holding together our
district. She had always stood up for the rights of the disposessed, the
poor and anyone else who needed help. Many times, just her presence at
an event had changed the outcome. Big businesses and government
bureaucrats never had their own way.
I had been her assistant for many years since I left school. We worked
well together and over the years had become close. Just like brother and
sister working, together, supporting each other and changing the world
one battle at a time. I respected her drive, I was proud just to be
around her, never mind supporting her every move. She was my hero, she
was the only person I truly looked up to.
But should had to leave, I don't know why and I never will, but she told
me she had to leave. And yet her work had to carry on, someone had to
remain the figurehead, someone had to fight those battles. I still can't
believe how it happened, but one day she asked me, "Would you take my
place?" I didn't really understand what she had meant at first. Would I
become the figurehead, would I take over in negotiations, would I take
on her role? But that wasn't what she meant. "Would I become her,
totally, utterly." It was the only way to truly carry on her work and
yet it was so bizarre, so unbelievable. How could I become her??
She never told me how it happened, I doubt I'd have believed her even
after it happened. Once I finally understood what she wanted, I sill
didn't believe her. She was doing something but I didn't understand
what. How could I? How could I believe her, how could I understand. But
I agreed to it. Her work had to go on. I trusted her utterly and if she
said it is what would have to happen I would do it. I had no dependants,
no family. She was everything to me and I would do it.
She asked me if I was sure as I left the office that evening. "Are you
sure that you want to go through with this?"
"Yes," I responded. I didn't know what I was getting into, even though
she'd told me I was to become her, but I was sure. "Okay, after this
evening there is no turning back. I'll see you tomorrow," she said
cheerily. I left the office, unsure, but not really thinking about it
too much. I wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen.
It was a normal evening. I occasionally thought back to what she had
said, what I said I would do. But nothing more, it was just a normal
evening. I woke up the next day. It took a while to get myself oriented
and nothing had changed, I was sure, it was just me. Nothing had
changed.
At the office, I didn't talk about it. How could I? I didn't know what
was happening and yet I felt that I should. Should anything have
happened? Should I feel different? Why hasn't she told me? I wasn't
sure. But something was different, like an invisible mist hanging over
me. I could feel it when I was around her, something different. Finally
I believed. I would be her, eventually my body, maybe even my mind would
change and I would be her.
I found myself staring at her. To me, she was still my sister. There was
no lust, It was more like looking in a mirror to the future, someday I
would look in the mirror and I would see her.
She was pretty, a little short. She was more than a little curvy with a
large round but very womanly tummy sticking out almost as much as her
large, well formed breasts. Her ass and thighs matched her upper body
being round and curvy, but well formed, soft and yet tight. She had
intense blue eyes and gentle, shoulder length red hair. Her face was
pale and healthy and matched the rest of her body being curvy with just
a hint of a double chin. I knew she looked pretty, attractive, womanly.
And yet for me she was my sister. The most I could ever imagine was a
hug and no more. I would be her, one day, I would be her.
I started to feel the changes. I looked in the mirror each morning,
contemplating whats was happening. My eyes had already changed to the
deep intense steely blue. Now it was my tummy. My body was no longer
hairy, but was the smooth pale soft body of a woman. My tummy was
getting bigger, curvier. My hips were slowly responding widening to give
me the faintest hour glass shape. I ran my fingers over my my new tummy.
I knew it was going to get curvier, more womanly because one day I would
be her.
That morning we hugged. It wasn't unusual to hug, but this morning we
held each other closer tighter than ever. Our tummies squished against
each other, each squashing in the same way, after all they were well on
the way to being the same. Just for a moment my mind wandered as I
thought of her fucking herself, or was it me fucking myself, or her
fucking me. Fingers being thrust deep, sloppy sounds, musky scent. We
broke off the hug. I looked into her eyes and I knew it, she had thought
the same. I could never be sure, but just at that moment I knew it, she
had had the same thoughts about fucking her fingers as me.
As we left that evening we hugged again, we thought about it again. It
was only a moment but I carried that moment all of the way home. My cock
was rock hard, my tummy tingling. As I stumbled through the font door of
my apartment I pulled my shirt over my head and wrapped my fingers
around my hard cock. I knew I had to see it and within seconds I was in
front of a full length mirror, my left hand dragging fingers over my
round, womanly belly, my hand stroking my cock firmly.
My fingers lingered on my belly button, circling it, feeling the little
crater. my fingers dipped into it, like I was fingering the edge of a
womans pussy. My stroking become firmer, more focussed, more intense. My
cock was harder than I'd ever felt, the veins pumped tight, ready to
explode. Within seconds I was on my hands and knees, my legs collapsing
with the intensity of the orgasm. In that moment I knew she was doing
exactly the same, she was looking up, staring in the mirror at her
sweated soaked hair. I wished her goodnight and and left the mirror.
The next morning we hugged. It was awkward. No longer was she just my
sister, but she was my sexy sister. I didn't want to love her, she was
my sister after all, but how can any man not get surges of blood when
hugging there sexy sister. Their sister who just the night before had
cum staring at herself in the mirror. We were still close though. Over
the next few weeks we enjoyed each others company just a little bit more
each day. We grew closer as I grew more like her. My food choices at
lunch slowly became more like hers. My clothes choices, just a little
bit closer, a bit more figure hugging, even though it was still male
clothes. And my face, it definitely was becoming more like hers. Our
hair, our eyes and our cute little nose matched almost perfectly even
though my face was still just chiselled enough to know it was a mans. My
chest was just getting a little puffy. Not a woman chest yet, but there
was just a hint of what I would become.
We still kept our distance though. The our bodies never touched during
our frequent hugs. We couldn't, neither of us could acknowledge the
remote possibility of what might happen if we let our carnal desires run
away with us. And it was killing me, those hugs turned me on. I didn't
want to fuck her, but I could feel her heat when we hugged. I could feel
how close my hands were to the soft womanly curves. I could feel her
boobs hanging just in front of me. And her pussy, it felt like it was on
fire, the heating burning it's way through my my clothes to my cock. I
remembered what it was like to touch a woman in that most intimate way
and I wanted it, I wanted to feel that feeling again.
But then one evening it happened. We hugged. Nothing more, just that
sisterly hug but as we pulled apart we kissed. The briefest of kisses,
almost like our lips brushed as we pulled apart, but it was enough. For
moments we stared at each other not sure, confused, lost. We were no
longer siblings, she was not my sister, she was me, and I was her. I
could see my desire in her eyes. She wanted me, she wanted my touch, she
wanted my passion. Our tongues met as our lips joined. We sucked each
others tongues, bit each others lips and shared our breath. Our hands
dropped to each others curvy bottom, pulling each others groins tougher.
Our round tummies squatted against each other as we groped, wrestled our
bodies closer together. I had never wanted anybody or anything as much
as I wanted a to release for our passions.
Despite undoing her belt I still struggled to force my hands down into
her knickers. Our passion and desire left little room between our bodies
and her hand was groping for my cock at the same time. She was wet,
soaking wet when I got there. My finger slipped between her lips easily
to rub her clit as she wrapped her fingers round my cock. It was too
much to kiss now, all we wanted was the release the orgasm. I didn't
know if I wanted her to cum more than I wanted to reach a climax myself
but it did't matter. We both came, our faces buried in the crook of each
others neck my cock pumping cum as her pussy released it's juice all
over my hand. We staggered, only able to stay stood up because of the
other finally we had our release.
That night I went home with her... not as lovers but as sisters. I don't
know why it happened that night, maybe it was just a coincidence, but I
embraced my changes, I embraced my womanhood and I embraced her as my
twin sister. We got to her apartment and together we got changed into
light, frilly summer nighties. Mine didn't fit so well, my flat chest
saw to that but it felt totally natural. We watched a film together,
giggled, laughed, ate chocolates and finally went to bed in adjacent
beds. Our bond was strong, we were like long lost twins. Every morning
we would check my body for changes together in the mirror. We had to
make an effort to dress differently, it would be suspicious for her to
suddenly have a twin sister so we curled my hair. I wore glasses and
loose fitting clothes to hide my figure. But there was one thing we
could hide and so we would always wear the same underwear. Sometimes
something plain and simple but at other times we wore something much
sexier.
As my boobs grew we started to make other changes. I got my ears
pierced, just like hers. One in each lobe with a little gold stud and
then a ring in the right ear higher up. I got her tattoo, something only
she really knew about but we had to go the whole way. It was a beautiful
pink and white rose on the left hip with a thorned stem trailing down my
leg wrapping around the back of my thigh. She taught me how to do make
up her style - lips and eyes. Not to much but certainly striking.
As we started to realise my body was nearly there, we knew out time
together was getting short. My tits had finished growing, all that
remained was my cock. We didn't know how long it would take but it
surely couldn't be long. We knew she would have to leave once my change
was complete. "I want to have one last fling before I leave" she said.
"I want to find a man to have one last one night stand. And I'd like you
to come with me." I was taken aback by my sisters desires, but of course
I would go with her. How could I not be with her for such an important
night.
That night came around quickly. We'd had a few weeks to prepare, picking
out outfits, choosing make up styles, picking our destination. We
showered together, washing each others hair, massaging each others back.
We put on our underwear. We'd picked out black with turquoise trim.
Stockings rolled up our smooth legs, a garter belt pulling lightly at
the frilly top of the stockings, knickers riding high on our curvy hips
and a pure lace bra. Our lips were bright red matching our nails and a
little eye make up the same colour as the trim on our underwear. We
picked out a short tight black dress showing off our curvy figure and
kneed length boots. It was time.
We went to a club in the next city, we had to avoid being recognised,
especially on our first outing as twin sisters. The club was busy, loud,
and full. She would have no trouble picking up someone here I thought.
We danced a little, drank a little and relaxed into the atmosphere. She
had a few men make some moves, but nobody up to here standards. I might
even have had a few suitors myself, which was nice, but I was sure that
they didn't want what was between my legs... soon though, one day maybe I
would, maybe.
They weren't twins, brothers maybe. One was shorter, stronger than than
other. Dark hair, stubble, and both had strong wirey frames of someone
who works outdoors. They were well dressed but didn't feel like
prowlers, just two bros out for a good time. We drifted together on the
dance floor as two couples, and eventually we made our way to a quiet
corner of the floor. We chatted, we giggled. She was obviously getting
into this, and to be honest the attention was just a little bit
flattering. I stroked the arm of the older brother, the shorter one, the
stronger one. He was the broody one, still smiling and flirting, but
there was more steel in his eyes, and I knew there was more passion.?
The music got to us and we all started to move our bodies with the
music. She was already entwinded in her parter, rubbing herself up and
down his thigh as they danced, his hands roaming over her ass. I wanted
that too but he couldn't feel my now firm cock. I span around, my ass to
his his groin. He wrapped his arms around me, resting them gently on my
curvy tummy, carefully placing them not too far north or south. I ground
my ass into his groin, trying to feel the firmness of his response. It
took a few moments, but he didn't disappoint as I felt the lump in his
trousers gradually stiffen. The club was dark, crowded, I could get away
with it. I grabbed his right hand and placed it squarely on my boob. He
squeezed, just a little. We weren't going to fuck in the middle of the
dance floor so he just gently squeezed and rubbed me up and down,
pulling my waist firmly towards the bulge between his legs.
We danced together for a while, grinding, feeling, stroking whilst my
sister was virtually screwing the other brother. I knew who she was
going to go home with, and I knew that for once, just this once I would
be left out. Just for this night we would no longer be twins. I needed a
drink, I needed just for a moment to bring myself down from the high of
my brother. I whispered in his ear I'd be back and made may way over to
the bar to get another drink, thankful of the momentary relief from the
passion.
When I got back the three were chatting, laughing, smiling. My sister
grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear, "They know." I paused, know
what? "They know you're little secret." I gasped. "They tossed a coin
whilst you were away to decide who would choose. He choose you over me,"
she said as she looked straight into the eyes of the older brother.
"They both wanted you more than they wanted me." In that moment, for the
first time ever, my sister, my hero was no longer top of the pile. No
longer the dominant one in our relationship, both brothers wanted my
cock more than her pussy. In that moment it didn't matter that I had no
idea how we would fuck, it didn't matter that I had no desire to suck a
mans cock or have another man suck mine. What mattered is that they
desired me, they wanted to fuck me more than my sister.
I grabbed his hand and almosy ran out of the club with him, my sister
laughing with joy as she followed. I had a taxi flagged down and pulling
up as my sister and her brother caught up. It was a minivan, perfect. I
kissed him, my brother, looking into his eyes for the first time since
we found out. He had the biggest grin as we jumped onto the rear facing
seat. My sister and her brother on the front facing seat. As the taxi
left, we both jumped up and straddled our man, planting deep wet kisses
on their lips. Our hips ground together, completely out of sync with the
passion we were all flailing around like were were hooked into the
mains. My cock was rock hard and I could feel his was the same. I was
sure as our cocks rubbing together I could feel every bulge, every vein.
The journey home was a blur of kissing, fondling. It took all my will
but I managed to avoid ripping any of our clothes off.
Finally, at our apartment, we could take it further. We bundled our men
through the door and shoved them down, facing each other on large arm
chairs. we stood between our men, facing each other. I gave my sister a
light kiss on the lips and then sat on the lap of my man as she sat on
the lap of hers, facing my sister. Finally alone, I slowly began
gyrating my ass on his lap. The the bulge was still there and now I
could do something about it. In perfect symmetry, we both lifted the
hands of our brothers to our chest. No longer was the fondling light and
gentle, our boobs were being roughly kneaded. Our hips were gyrating,
grinding a rhythm on their lap. Their fingers gently pulled down the
straps of dress to expose our bra clad boobs. The kneading continued,
the grinding. I was was desperate to finish, but just as desperate to
prolong the pleasure. He unhooked my bra, flinging it away, quickly
retuning to my boobs, only this time pinching, flicking, teasing my
puffy nipples. I looked up at my sister, the symmetry finally, broken.
Her tits were still held higher by her bra but her knickers were no
longer there. Her beautiful red pubic bush was now intertwined with his
large cock. My eyes drifted from her bush and his cock to the tattoo on
her hip. With all the gyrating, it seemed alive, the stem swaying as her
legs moved, disappearing into the frilly top of her suspenders. I
touched my tattoo, a perfect match, the lacy edge of my suspenders
perfectly complimenting hers, She lifted herself higher, momentary and
then dropped, straight down, her pussy enveloping the cock. I saw it
disappear into her body as her back arched and she sighed. It was my
time too. I didn't have time to rip off my knickers, the passion was too
much. I lifted my body, moved my knickers to the side and then dropped
my ass onto his cock with almost my full body weight. We both screamed
in both pleasure and pain, our bodies spasming as we got used to being a
single creature joined by a cock. He never let my tits go though, my
tits free, moving under their own weight a beautiful contrast to my
sisters held together by the lace of her bra. I grabbed one of this
hands and wrapped it around my cock and within moments we were both
coming, screams and sighs of desire only punctuated by those from the
other side of the room where my sister and her brother were coming just
as passionately.
That night we fucked a lot. My sister had finally had her fill, fucking
each brother and I had mine. Over the next few weeks we knew our
sisterhood was coming to the end. Each morning she would wrap her
fingers around my cock as we looked in the mirror, measuring, it's
slowly decreasing girth. As our sisterhood wayned it was replaced,
slowly we were becoming lovers. The more like her I became, the more I
started to become my own person. We did't fuck, how could we with my
useless stub of a cock? But we kissed, we hugged. There were moments
when we would just both stare into each others eyes, knowing what we
were about to loose. As my cock shrank to a clit, my pussy lips began to
form. Each morning she would gently explore. She was the only one who
knew her pussy and so she was the only one who could feel when I had
completed my transformation. It was getting close now... and then one
morning that was it. "I think you are ready, I'll pack my things up and
I'll be one my way in a few weeks." I that moment I was both heartbroken
and yet I had finally achieved my purpose, she needed a release and I
had given it too her. "Let's have a dinner to celebrate tonight" I said.
She smiled in agreement.
We spent all day preparing our favourite little nibbles, some of our
best celebratory food. There were candles, roses, and beautiful scents
around the room jasmine I think. We dressed ourselves, just this once
not wanting to be the same , not wanting to be sisters, but wanting to
be fated lovers. I choose a black and purple basque, drawn tight at the
waist it showed of the beautiful round curves of my tummy. My full chest
needed no help and so it just held my boobs loosely in place. The
knickers matched, as did the lace trim on my hold ups. It was too slutty
to have dinner in lingerie alone so I put on a light plain white see
through blouse. After all, what was the point of wearing these clothes
if she couldn't see them. ?
I felt a little undressed when she first appeared, in a skin tight red
dress finishing just below the curves of her ass, but my disappointment
was short lived. "Im not wearing anything underneath she whispered and
she lifted my finger to touch her stiff nipple poking through the tight
material of the dress. In her own way she had dressed as slutily as me.
We sat down to eat, not on either side of the table but on a corner of
the table, next to each other. We fed each other, giggled, and whispers
sweet nothings all evening. Each time I looked down the hem of her dress
had ridden just a little bit higher and by dessert I was sure I could
see wayward strands of her red bush just poking out.
"I have a gift," she said as she handed me a plainly decorated box. Just
a little bow in the corner making it seem special. I lifted the lid and
there it was, the most beautiful, thick, ribbed dildo. "I want to help
you know what it is like to be a woman before I leave." I could't
breath, I couldn't take my eyes off it. How would that fit inside me,
inside my pussy. I looked up, she was holding out her hand. I grasped
it, at that moment I needed her support, my legs were weak. She led me
to the bedroom, dildo in hand and sat me down on the bed. Grabbing the
hem of her dress she lifted it straight over her head and there she was
naked in front of me, pussy and pubes glistening with excited juices.
She straddled me, kissing, licking, her tongue exploring me. I sighed as
I gave in to her desires. She carefully undid my basque, letting my
boobs and tummy free. Next she carefully pulled down my knickers to
expose my pussy glistening with the same juice as hers. She repositioned
me on the bed, lying down, ready for whatever her desires wanted from
me. She lay beside me her legs pointing the other way to mine, her puffy
nipples just inches from my mouth as mine were for hers. As she sucked,
to take a whole nipple into her mouth I licked hers gently with end of
of my tongue, my fingers gently teasing the other one. But gentle
licking was not enough, she had unleashed herself on my tits, sucking,
teasing hard and within moments I was doing the same to hers, fucking
her tits with my tongue. My pussy was burning with desire, it needed to
be filled and yet there was nothing to fill it. Our position meant that
all her focus was on my tits, but they were not the only thing that
needed attention.
In that moment, she obviously felt the same and her mouth stated to
descend from my boobs down my curvy tummy. As she moved my mouth left
her tits and stared down her tummy. My hands quickly left her tits and
started massaging around her pussy, around her lips, up at her clit. My
tongue was to be the first thing to penetrate her, but my hands could
still pleasure her in the mean time. "My lips reached her hips and her
beautiful rose tatoo.. I kissed all around the edges of the pettles, at
times dangerously close to her pussy, but I hadn't finished with the
tattoo. I started to kiss down, around her thigh, following the line of
the stem. By now she was humping fresh air in a desperate desire to be
penetrated. Now was the time. With the slightest change in body position
I found my mouth infront of her lips. I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue
out and dove as deep as I could. In that instant she did the same to me,
but it was't a tongue penetrating me but the thick ribbed dildo all the
way up to the end of the shaft. In shock, surprise, desire and pain I
innvoluntarily closed my lips tight around her clit and she instantly
came pumping juice all over my face. It was the most delicious, the most
sweet, the most sexy taste I had ever had. I wasn't ready for my earth
shattering organs yet, but my muscles involuntarily closed around the
dildo, sucking it in further. She jammed it in and out as I continued to
lick her pussy, brining her up to another climax. And then we came, the
most earth shattering orgasm i had ever had, my pussy yanking the dildo
out of her grip, my muscles alone pumping it in and out. She screamed a
blood curdling orgasmic cry, but I didn't hear her. I was lost in my
world.
For the last few weeks that she stayed we made love regularly. I didn't
know if she would be able to have sex where she was going but I was
determined that if she didn't she'd have her fill now. On the morning
she left it was just a simple kiss as I woke up and she walked out the
door. We still message each other now. I know she misses me as a
brother, a sister and as a lover. I know I can only be two those things
to her now but she has made arrangements to come back for a couple of
weeks in the summer and I'm sure we will make up for lost time.
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