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Chapter 4: Admissions
Codes: inc, mf, cons, hs, pett
(Liz)
I wake up with a soggy pillow under my head. I guess I cried in my sleep. A glance at my alarm clock shows it's almost four. Have to do dinner soon but how can I face Mar after what I did? He's going to be right there, with me wanting to jump his bones, and I can't do a thing without him freaking out.
Or will he? If I talk to him, let him know how I'm feeling right now, maybe he can think a way out of it. He's obviously got someone else in mind the way his cock was waving around. Maybe he'll text Teresa sooner than start of school.
All I know is that I can't keep this a secret from him. We've never had secrets from each other. He knew when I started my bleeding even before mama did. I have to tell him, no matter what, and hope the love we have as twins will keep us from falling apart.
I get out of bed and toss on a pair of satin running shorts and one of my cropped t-shirts. Then I ease open my door and look down the short hallway to see his closed. I take a deep breath, let it out slow, and go to his door. Before I knock, I listen and hear the sound of him lightly snoring. He's asleep so should I wait until he's up?
If I wait, I might lose my nerve. Has to be now. I slowly open his door to see him sprawled on his bed without covers...or anything. He's face down but that doesn't help because despite that guy in the boat last night, my brother's got the best ass I've ever seen. Seeing his towel on the floor, I walk over, pick it up and lay it over his hips. Now maybe I can concentrate on why I'm here.
I sit on the edge of his bed and gently shake him. "Mar, wake up, I need to tell you something."
A mumbled something comes out. Sometimes he's hard to wake but I have to. "Mar, come on dídymo." (twin)
"Ti eínai aftó?" comes out this time. I have to smile at that. Since I used a Greek word, in his semi-conscious state he's switched to Greek. Since we both started speaking in Greek before we learned English, we revert to that when tired or really pissed off. (What is it?)
"Prépei na milísoume, Mar" (We need to talk,)
His head lifts up and he looks at me. One hand wipes across his eyes and they're red, like from crying, but why would he do that? "What's going on, Liz?"
"There's something I really have to tell you, but I'm scared you'll freak out on me when you hear it?"
He half rolls and sits up, moving the towel to keep himself covered. It's the way we are. Even though we've seen everything of each other multiple times at Mazo or when we visit mama's family on Zakynthos and we go swimming with the cousins, we cover up when we're not either swimming or sunning nude.
"I don't think I'd freak even if you told me you'd given up on guys and wanted to date a gal," he says.
Inside I giggle at that, the thought of me with another gal...no, just no.
"It's a lot worse than that, Mar."
"Only thing I can think of that's worse is that you've given up on people," he says with a raised eyebrow.
I try to think what he's meaning then it hits me. "Oh God, Mar, that's just sick."
He shrugs. "Then it can't be as bad as you think."
I try to think of ways to ease into it, but I can't. I just have to say it. "I think I'm in love with you Mar."
He chuckles. "I love you too Liz, always have."
"It's not just loving you because you're my twin. I want to...do things with you that aren't right."
At that, his eyes open wide and I can't bear to see his full reaction. I hang my head, close my eyes, and start crying again.
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(Mar)
I just stare for a few moments while she softly shakes and tears fall. She's...oh my god. I was so scared that she'd fly off the handle if I told her how I felt, and now to find out she feels the same way. I slip off the bed, not even caring that my towel doesn't come with, and kneel in front of her. My hand goes up to gently lift her chin and she opens her eyes to look at me. I don't have any words though, how can I...
I lean in and give her a kiss, not the tight-lipped ones we usually give each other. I give her a soft-lipped kiss like I use to give Sharon and even Marsha. It's not a long one and when I back away I can see the confusion running across her face. Then her eyes open wide and she tips her head. I smile softly and nod.
She falls off the bed and I fall onto my back with her atop me. Her hands go to either side of my head and her lips are soft and warm on mine. Then I feel a tentative flick of her tongue and I send mine out to meet hers. My arms go around her as I pull her hard against me, and she moans deep in her throat as our tongues wrestle with each other.
I don't know how long the kiss lasted, felt like both forever and too short a time. When I open my eyes I see her smiling at me. "You really mean it, don't you," she murmurs.
I bring one hand around to cup the side of her face. "I don't need to get to know anyone else, I know everything about you and there's no part I don't love."
"Lets get someplace more comfortable." Then she grabs my hand in hers, gets off me and stands. She then pulls me to my feet with a glance down and a giggle, I'm getting hard again. Before I can even ask, she turns me around and gives me a push which causes me to flop backwards onto my bed. I lift my head up, to see her peel out of her t-shirt and toss it in the general direction of my desk chair. My cock goes from semi hard to full attention in an instant and she giggles again. I stare at her tits now and notice they don't sag all that much even being as full as they are. "Why do you even wear a bra?" I ask looking back up to her face.
She blushes a little and says, "Mainly because when my nipples get hard it'd be real obvious if I didn't have a bra on."
I look back at her melon sized breasts and see that her nipples are already hard...and the area around them is swelling too. I wasn't mistaken yesterday, my sister has puffies.
"If I had my choice, you'd never wear a bra again."
Another giggle from her then I watch as her thumbs go into the waistband of her shorts and she slowly pushes them down over her hips until they drop to the floor.
My cock gets so hard it almost hurts as I openly look at her shaved mound and bare lips. Moving my eyes back up to hers, I lick my lips and she gasps slightly. Then she crawls up the bed until she's leaning over me. I wrap my arms around her again and pull her down until her breasts are crushed against my chest and my swollen cock is pressing against her mound.
We go back to exploring the inside of each other's mouth with our tongues for a bit, When she lifts her head up there's a questioning look in her eyes. "How far do we take this?"
I bring a hand around and cup the side of her face. "Only as far as you want."
"I hope that's all the way at some point," she smiles. "But while I already know the types of movies you like and all that, I don't know what you like...having done to you."
I give a slight shrug. "Guys are easy, I thought you knew that from Steven. While I didn't get very far with Sharon, I do know that some things she liked Marsha didn't. I'm going to have to learn what you really like."
"Well, the only guy I really did anything with was Steven, so I don't know about guys that much. We take things a bit slow while we learn even more about each other than we already do?"
"I don't mind going slow if you don't. We got all the time in the world."
"Tha máthoun mazí, sti synécheia, ta pánta," she whispers softly. (We'll learn together then, everything.)
"Pánta," I softly agree. Then we're back to tasting each other's tongues. (Everything)
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(Liz)
There's so much I want to do with my brother, more even than I did with Steven. Right now though it's enough that we're making out like boyfriend-girlfriend. Then when we break again, he starts kissing my neck and my pussy floods even more. 'Oh yes,' I moan and tip my head to the side, letting him know I like that. He spends what seems like forever, kissing, licking, sucking and even gently nibbling both sides and across my throat. My nipples are so hard they ache and I've got another ache between my legs. I'm moaning almost constantly now and even try to start humping him.
Then he rolls, putting me under him and starts kissing lower. Oh my god...Steven would kiss me like this for a little bit, but then want to move to other things. Mar doesn't seem to want to stop kissing me anyplace he can reach. I peel my eyes open to see that his are closed and a slight grin on his lips...he's loving this. I put my hand on his head, trying to urge him lower, but he resists.
He's teasing me, tormenting me. He knows what I want. I want his lips on my nipples, I want him to suck them, bite them, anything. But he's making me wait.
I hate him, and I love him even more. My pussy is twitching and I'm hornier than I can ever remember, and still he doesn't kiss where I want him to. He circles around the right one, kissing below, to the sides...everywhere but the nipple. Then he moves to the other boob and does the same thing...bastard. Doesn't he know how much I want it?
I grab his hair and try to move him there, but still he resists even though it must hurt. 'Please...' I whimper.
Then cum as he latches on and sucks it in while flicking his tongue over it. It's not a big one, kind of there and gone...but still, I orgasmed just from him sucking my tit. Holy shit is my brother good.
He shifts, taking the other nipple between his lips and gently nibbles it, and another of those mini-orgasms hits me. I can feel the bed cover getting soaked under my ass as my pussy not just leaks, but flows. Another shift from him, and his lips are on mine again. I suck his tongue into my mouth and moan down his throat.
Then moan more as I feel his hand moving down my side, across my hip and along the outside of my thigh. That's almost where I want his hand but not quite. I let go of his tongue, move so that I'm sucking on his neck and between kisses whimper again, 'please Mar...please.'
He takes his time...the asshole. My pussy is on fire while he just caresses the top of my thigh and the inside of it. He keeps getting close, then backing off. I latch onto his earlobe and bite it, then almost scream when he cups my pussy and presses his hand hard against it. A whisper in my ear, 'All you had to do was say something,' and he starts rubbing.
I throw my legs wider and feel a finger slip between my lips. 'You are so wet,' he murmurs then I feel that finger exploring from my hole to my clit. I shiver as another of those mini-orgasms happens, then moan louder as his finger slips into my hole. A second finger joins it and I feel them wiggling in there. My eyes fly open to see him smiling at me, then he wiggles them more.
A big orgasm starts building up, and he really hasn't touched my clit yet, God I love my brother. Then his thumb does find my clit and I lose all track of where I am.
When my brain starts working again, I know one thing...he's still got his fingers inside me. The second thing that crosses my mind was, 'Holy shit was that good'. I open my eyes to see him smiling at me. "That was beautiful to watch and feel," he says.
My pussy twitches again and I reach one hand up to drag his lips to mine, and try to shove my tongue down his throat. After thoroughly ravaging his mouth with my tongue, I haul his head back and ask, "Where the fuck you learn that wiggle thing?"
"You mean this?" he smirks, and wiggles his fingers again.
I clamp his wrist in my other hand and try to glare through the fog. "Yes, that."
He shrugs. "I had to get creative as Marsha was a tough one to push over the edge. If you don't like it, I don't have to do it."
Bastard...he would stop doing it too. "You stop doing that and I'll seriously consider cutting something off you."
He chuckles, and wiggles again. I haul his hand away from my pussy. "Not right now moron, I'm too sore." I am too, that orgasm was huge and now my pussy is very tender. He could probably get me to orgasm again just by breathing on my clit.
"Okay, I'll be good." I release his hand and almost cum again when I see him shove the fingers that had been inside me into his mouth. A soft sound of appreciation from him as he sucks his fingers clean, then after he takes them out he grins at me. "I'm going to have so much fun with my head between your legs, adelfí agapité." (sister dear)
I haul his head back down and taste myself on his lips and tongue. Steven tried going down on me once, said he really didn't like the taste. My brother seems to want to go down there and stay down there as long as possible. Maybe not tonight, I'm too sore to even think about it, but some other night. That'll be the same night I give him the blowjob of his life.
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(Mar)
Now that I've actually had a taste instead of just a whiff, I know that I'm going to enjoy eating her out. Right now though my tongue is completely engaged in trying to check her tonsils, even though I know she still has them. I've given my sister what I know was a good orgasm and that's enough for me. With Marsha I was getting a little pissed that she rarely did me despite me almost always doing her. With Liz, I don't care. Just seeing her quiver, feeling her vagina pulse around my fingers, and having my hand soaked in her juices as she came is enough.
We kiss for a while, then after we part with licks at each other's lips, she puts a hand to my chest and rolls me onto my back. "My turn," she croons.
She looks down at my still solid cock and licks her lips, I think she'd like to do to me what I want to do to her. But she just reaches down with her hand and wraps her fingers around me. "I knew it," she mutters, "I knew just by looking that you were bigger than Steven."
I don't consider myself all that big, especially compared to the guys I see on porn sites, but if she's happy with it that's all that matters.
She's stroking it, pulling the foreskin up and over the head. I'd been teased when younger about not being cut, now the other guys wished they hadn't been. "Needs something," she mutters. Then a giggle and I watch as she uses that hand to reach between her own legs. A hiss as she sucks in air, then her had spreads some of her own juices on my cock. Twice more she gathers her slickness and transfers it to me. Then she's stroking again and it feels wonderful.
"Keep that up much longer," I pant, "and I won't be able to stop myself."
Her eyes lock on mine, she gives a devilish grin and says, "Oh goody." Then moves her hand faster. "Hmm, wonder what would happen if..." she trails off, then her head comes down and she starts sucking on my nipple.
I feel my balls tighten, grunt out...something. Then my mind goes blank as my groin spasms.
I come back to her still with a nipple between her lips and her hand on my cock. I reach up and softly stroke her hair and she lifts her head to look at me. "Talk about something nice to watch," she breathes. Then I notice a glob of my cum in her hair, and another one on her cheek.
"I think I made a mess," I say.
She giggles. "What a beautiful mess it is too." Her hand leaves my cock and that's when I notice it's covered in my cum. She looks at it close up for a moment, then I suck in a breath as she reaches her tongue out to lick at it. Marsha hated the taste and would never suck me to completion the few times she did go down on me.
I guess gals are different that way too, as my sister moans low and starts sucking and licking the rest off her hand. When that's clean she sees a couple globs on my stomach below where her head was. After winking at me, she leans in and cleans those up with her tongue. Then she lays down on her side next to me and asks, "What mess?"
I grin at her and she tips her head with a puzzled look. I reach out, scoop up the glob on her cheek with a finger and hold it before her. "Oops, guess I missed some," she murmurs, then sucks my finger between her lips.
She's still got my finger in her mouth when she looks me in the eye and smiles around the digit. Then she lets go and says, "Definitely want to get that from the source."
I half roll so that we're chest to breast, put an arm around her back and hook my left over her hip to haul us up against each other. "Just like I want to get my tongue up inside you," I whisper. Then I move in and kiss her hard, shoving my tongue between her lips and tasting myself there. She tenses up for a split-second, then relaxes and we tongue wrestle for a bit.
When we end the kiss she looks at me with wide eyes. "I thought any straight guy hated his own taste."
I shrug. "It's not something I go after, but from your lips and tongue it's not that bad."
She coos and we kiss for a while more. Then she asks, "What time is it anyway?"
I lift my head to look over her at my alarm clock. "Just after six," I say. Then a quick kiss.
"I suppose we should get dinner." Another giggle. "I've had my appetizer."
"Shower first," I say. She cocks her head and I grin. "There's some more of me in your hair."
"Oh. Can I wash your back?"
"You can wash anything you want."
"Oh goody."
** End of Chapter Four **
© Copyright Andrew Williams December 20, 2015
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