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I’m in bed with my sister, my best girlfriend, my everything: my twin. Melissa and I have shared the same bedroom since the day we were born and, as twins, we have a special bond. We’ve always wanted to be together.
Our parents weren’t at all concerned about the room sharing when we were children but, as we got older, they suggested we should have our own rooms.
We didn’t agree. We wanted to stay together and we had many arguments, threw tantrums and fits, and cried a lot until our parents finally relented. Of course, as we matured, it need altering from a kids room to a more suitable adult bedroom. That meant new decor and furniture which our parents let us select — provided we didn’t go overboard.
Luckily, we liked the same style of bedroom suite and easily agreed on everything. And we wanted a four poster bed. Mom said there wasn’t room for two such beds and we tried explaining that we wanted only one queen size bed.
“Girls,” she said, “it’s time you started sleeping in your own beds. There’s no reason to keep sleeping together. You need two single beds.”
“Mom, we’ve always slept together,” I said, “and we want to keep it that way.”
Of course, Melissa backed me in the discussions and mom finally gave in. Melissa and I grinned at each other — we’d won another battle.
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By the time we were seventeen, we’d become interested in sex. Who wasn’t at that age? In fact, I think maybe we were even a little bit late but we caught up thanks to reading and the internet. There was one important detail: we weren’t interested in boys, only each other.
Looking back, things started getting sexual between us as we approached our seventeenth birthdays. Before going out to buy everything for our party, we showered and dressed together. Nothing unusual in that; it was an everyday happening. Except something was different on that day.
I’d watched Melissa unhook her bra countless times but this time — and I can’t explain why — I became acutely aware of her breasts and couldn’t take my eyes of them. They weren’t huge — I knew she was a 32B bra size — but I guess they looked larger on her slender body. Anyway, they stood firm and proud… and I suddenly had an incredible urge to fondle them and touch her perfect, puffy nipples. It was a feeling I’d never experienced before.
Melissa went into the bathroom to shower and I quickly disrobed and practically ran into the bathroom. I didn’t know what had come over me but I definitely wanted to see more of Melissa.
Stepping into the shower and reaching for my sponge and soap, I looked at Melissa’s breasts again. They were magnificent. How come I’d never noticed before?
After a few seconds, I noticed that Melissa was frowning. Then she smiled at me. ”You’re staring, Sissy… do you want to touch them?”
“What? Oh, sorry.” I was flustered but quickly recovered. “Can I?”
‘Yes, go ahead. Then maybe you’ll settle down and we can shower and go shopping.”
Despite being a little surprised at her terse reaction — after all, sex had been a major and frequent topic lately — I gently touched a breast, sliding my palm over her nipple. I watched her eyes close and continued rubbing her hardening bud for a few seconds before dropping my sponge and placing both hands on her beautiful orbs.
Melissa kept her eyes closed and, to my surprise, I felt her hands on my breasts. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to feel but I certainly experienced sensations in places I’d never felt in my life.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
“Yes… I do. I’m not sure what I’m feeling but I know I don’t want you to stop.”
We continued massaging and soaping each other’s breasts till we heard mother calling, asking if we were ready to go shopping.
I yelled back that we would be ready soon. When we eventually stepped out of the shower, smiling at each other, I knew it was a new beginning, another development in our young lives.
After shopping, we were eager to get home. Sitting on our bed discussing what had happened in the shower, Melissa stunned me by revealing that she’d been touching her breasts since they’d begun to grow. I couldn’t believe that she’d never told me. Truthfully, I felt somehow betrayed. From day one, I thought we’d shared everything, never had secrets and I didn’t want to lose that intimate bond.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you hide it from me? We’ve shared everything?”
Melissa put her arms around me. “I honestly didn’t know how you would feel about me touching myself. That’s why I never did it in front of you. I was scared you wouldn’t understand.”
“Melissa, there’s nothing you could ever do that I wouldn’t understand. You are part of me. You’re my other half.”
We didn’t get much further because Mom called us for dinner. After eating, we watched a movie with our parents and only when that finished could we excuse ourselves and retire to our bedroom.
Melissa quickly removed her blouse and bra and stood facing me: hair cascading over her shoulders and onto her breasts, her bright blue eyes gazing into mine. I looked at my twin in a whole new way. She was beautiful and we weren’t little girls any more. We were young ladies, growing up, leaving behind childish ideas and discovering more mature matters in our lives.
Removing my tee shirt and bra, I moved close to Melissa and we again fondled each other’s breasts. Closing my eyes, I got lost in the moment.
We were still virgins, of course, and as we finished undressing and clambered onto the bed, Melissa said that she hadn’t yet touched herself below. She’d wanted to, but hadn’t yet taken that step. We continued to caress each other and I heard Melissa moan. Obviously, the pleasure was good for both of us and I wanted to be the first to touch her in a sexual way. Perhaps the only one?
Our bodies touched and it was a beautiful moment, something out of dreams. I caressed her and Melissa groaned and pressed against me. I followed her lead, not really sure what to do. Although nearly seventeen, we were both very innocent — at least, that’s what I thought — and we’d not shared any physical sex with anyone not even ourselves.
Now, as I stroked up and down her smooth legs, her body felt hot, and I licked a proud pink nipple. Melissa moaned even louder and I switched to the other nipple. From licking, I changed to sucking and I became aware of being wet between my legs, another new sensation for me. I liked it — but wasn’t sure what to do about it.
As I sucked her nipples, Melissa opened her legs and, instinctively, I put a hand between her thighs and on her mound. She was wet, very wet. With my fingers, I parted her pussy lips and probed inside her entrance. As I delved deeper, her hips moved, so I guessed I was doing something right.
When I touched her clit, Melissa moaned loudly. “Susssh, mom and dad are downstairs; they’ll hear us.”
But Melissa couldn’t help herself. As I teased her clit and sucked her nipples, she dug her heals into the mattress, raised her hips, shut her eyes — and screamed.
Scared, I pulled my fingers and mouth away. She stopped bucking and slumped back onto the bed.
Then came a knock on the door. “AreTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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