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First Published: 15 October 2015

Sister Act
by Isabella

Story Code: MM/FF, M/F, F/F, Incest, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

She's Elizabeth and I'm Victoria, we're identical twins but only in looks, Elizabeth is smarter than me and far more emotional and sensitive, more artistic and very much more driven to succeed, whereas I'm far more laid back, more interested in surviving until four-thirty than pay or promotion. We both work for Industrial Chemical we both started there straight from school, Liz in the clerical school and me in the laboratory but that was all of twenty-five years ago. Liz hopped from one department to another, applying for every course and every promotion going and ended up in charge of the company payroll department, looking after the salary of seventeen thousand people, including mine!

I wish I could tell you what I did at Industrial Chemicals but I had to sign a confidentiality clause in my contract as well as the official secrets act, actually, I'm not sure but I think that even saying I'd signed the official secrets act is actually a breach of the act, oh shit, I could be going on a twelve year holiday, all expenses paid by the government now!

I'm wandering again, Liz will tell you that's my biggest fault...there I go again; wandering off the...are you really sure you want to hear...could get very confusing...work! Can't say what I did but let's just say I had to be very careful around the house, if I mixed the wrong cleaning products together, instead of getting a wonderful shine on the kitchen worktops, I could end up blowing the bloody doors off!

Oh, holiday, that's what all this is about, no, not prison, a holiday, a very rare occurrence for both me and my sister. Rare that was until Industrial Chemicals took the decision to decimate their workforce worldwide, one in ten reduction in the workforce. Liz broke the bad news to me at home, the day before it was announced officially; I was on the redundancy list but then so was she. We both finished work the next day, we were paid three months salary on top of our normal salary and redundancy package in lieu our of statutory consultation period.

What do you mean I've jumped ahead? God yes, well Liz and I share a house, when we were twenty-five, we came to the realisation that neither of us were going to marry any time soon so we bought a house together, a small,, three bedroom detached, the third bedroom, the smallest of the three was turned into an en-suite attached to Elizabeth's bedroom and the family bathroom had its door blocked off to the hallway and a new door opened into my bedroom.

Liz had more boyfriends than me, far more sex but like me, she never wanted to wake up with a man next to her. We dressed similarly to each other but it was a pure accident, we never shopped together, just usually came home with very similar things. We shared a car as it seemed silly and wasteful to have one each, especially as we worked on the same site.

I just kind of stopped bothering with men when I was about thirty-two, I'd been friends with one man for two years, then, without a word, he just stopped wanting to see me. Liz hadn't restricted herself just to men, she was happily bi-sexual but even she had thrown herself more into work than pleasure for the past seven years.

Is that enough, can I get back to the story of our holiday?

Well, it was my turn to drive home from work, they had sent us home an hour after announcing that we were all being made redundant, I had to be escorted off the premises, I don't know if they were worried that with my skill set I might have left a sign of my chagrin at being fired in the shape of a timer and detonator in the last batch of...that's one of the things I'm not allowed to mention, exactly what I spent my days in the lab cooking up!

I got to the gate, left turn indicator flashing when Liz said, "Fuck it, go the other way, I want to go to Fleetwood!"

I got honked at viciously by the man behind, he obviously didn't know who was driving, people who knew me and the department I worked in seldom lost their temper with me because they knew they'd have to check their cars for IED's every day after.

Anyway, Liz either wanted to get lost in alcohol or sex, possibly both and she chose Fleetwood because it was the larger town in the area, well, Blackpool was larger but being a tourist town the beer was usually more expensive as were the hotels. We were driving down the main road, dodging the tram tracks when Liz shouted out "Stop!"

As I had a sixty ton tram barrelling along towards my rear bumper I swung into a side street, "Park there, over there look, a space, well I'd get the car in it anyway!" I found a space that I was more comfortable parking in and just sat, engine running, looking at Liz, "Come on, turn off, we need a treat!"

I let Liz drag me around the corner, back to whatever or whoever she had seen on the main road. 'Let Us Carry You Away' it said over the window, I'd always known it as 'The CO-OP Travel' so it must have changed hands. Anyway, I sat with Liz in front of Jessica, the twelve year old 'Travellator'.

"Anywhere, any kind of holiday for two but it must leave England by Sunday!"

I still wasn't exactly sure what I was paying for, Liz was in such a buzz that I couldn't really get a hold of her to ask exactly where we were going on our two week holiday.

"Do I need to pack warm clothing? Is it a beach holiday? Walking boots? Will we need to dress up?"

We took the train to London, underground to Gatwick airport; we got there so late in the evening that we could check in to our flight before checking into the Gatwick Hilton. I watched our suitcases sail majestically along the conveyor belt and through to the baggage handlers and I remember thinking 'There's something wrong with this picture!' But it wouldn't actually jell fully in my head until we were standing at the desk in the hotel and were asked if we had any bags, "Shit Liz, what are we going to change into for bed and tomorrow, we've got a nine hour flight to look forward to in smelly clothes!"

We walked into the bedroom and Liz burst out laughing, "Just my luck, the last seven times I've had a hotel room for sex and they all had twin beds, first time with my sister and they give us a super-king bed. I'm all pent up and looking for love and will end up looking at my own face on the pillow next to me."

We went down to the hotel bar but because of the time of night it was empty, Liz was really hoping to find someone, anyone, male or female to dull the edge of her frustration, just half an hour, she didn't need much, she would start scouting something more as soon as we reached our destination tomorrow.

At eleven o'clock we ended up taking our drinks up to our room, Liz had suggested that we could wash our smalls in the bathroom using the shampoo provided by the hotel and leave them to dry on the heated towel rail in the bathroom. We wandered about in the nude, not a problem for either of us really as we'd spent the first twelve years of our life sharing a bedroom and usually a bath together at that time too. We lay side by side, in the dark, totally naked in bed, I had a rum buzz from drinking a large rum and blackcurrant far too fast and Liz was a little giggly too!

"Can you remember when we were twelve years old? The day mum caught us and made us sleep in different bedrooms from then on!"

"No, not really! All I can remember was being distraught at being split up, that lasted for ages."

"So, you can't remember getting caught?"

"No, caught doing what?"

We'd been to Aunty Susan's wedding, Cousin Paul was feeding us champagne all evening to try and get us to go with him out to his large camper van. When we got home we were sent to bed and mum walked in on us and caught us."

"Yes I got that, but caught us doing what?"

"You had asked me what I'd done with cousin Paul in his van, he'd asked us both to go with him but at the last minute you chickened out so I went alone."

"And?"

"And I didn't know how to describe what happened in the camper van, so I got into bed with you and showed you. That's when mum walked in and caught us, she went wild, you were a little traumatised and I laughed my head off for weeks!"

"So, what the hell did Cousin Paul do to you when you were twelve?"

Liz suddenly rolled her body round and pushed my legs apart, her head disappeared between my legs and she started to lick my cunt. I pushed her head away and she giggled,, "Come on Vicky, I'm horny as hell, it's your fault that I started fucking other girls, that night, way back when we were twelve years old."

"I can't really remember Cousin Paul!"

"No, of course you can't, after mum got to the bottom of what had gone on, she sent dad round to warn Cousin Paul off."

"So Paul performed oral sex with you?"

"Mum didn't catch me licking you out, that was just the start, I was actually doing this..."

Liz rolled her body on top of mine; she kissed me, full tongue and everything, forced my hips apart and began simulating sex with me.

"...you were just gasping through your first ever orgasm as mum walked in and hit the roof!"

"You're making that up, cousin Paul couldn't possibly have done that to you when you were only twelve, how old was he anyway?"

"I don't remember how old he was but he'd just spent thirty thousand pounds on a new Winnebago camper van!!"

"God, so he wasn't our age then?"

"No, he was the same age as dad!"

I was shocked, shocked at Liz's story, shocked that she'd had sex with our cousin shocked that she'd allowed an old man to have sex with her but even more shocked that I hadn't pushed her away, I was allowing her to hump her cunt against mine, turning me on big time! Ten years is a very long time to go without! Liz lowered her face to mine and gave me a tentative, exploratory kiss, when I responded, she became more forceful and we made love to each other.

Liz taught me all the things that she liked to do to women, all the things she liked done to her and although I'd never batted for that side before I gave her as good as I got! It was past two o'clock in the morning before Liz had lost the sharp edge of her sexual frustration, she wasn't satisfied but she called a halt because we had to get up at six o'clock to be in the departures lounge by seven.

We lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, bathed in sweat, Liz chuckled into my neck as she kissed me below my ear, "Now fuck off home, you know I can't stand waking up and finding last night's lover still in my bed!"

I punched her upper arm playfully and then turned my face to hers, kissing her on her lips one more time before I said, "I wonder what happened to Cousin Paul after Susan's wedding?"

"I saw him once a week until I turned fifteen, that was the oldest he'd tolerate, he really was only interested in girls between ten and fifteen but before we finished our little affaire I introduced him to a few of my friends, it was handy to take new girlfriends to Paul's camper van, he'd give me one turn alone with her and the second time he'd join in and take her off my hands. I wrote to him last year, he was in Parkhurst Prison on a five year holiday; he was caught in bed with a ten year old girl by her father. He asked me if I could sell his house and camper van before the authorities found out about them and tried to sequester them both to pay compensation!"

I was shocked but not surprised that Liz would help a long-term lover like that, even if they hadn't fucked together in over twenty-five years.

"Wait a minute, when did you start taking other girls for Paul to...Erm...use?"

"From the week after Susan's wedding."

"How come I never knew? And, more importantly how come, in three years, you never asked me to go with you?"

"Well, we hardly ever had any of the same classes, my lessons were more English, maths, geography and history biased, yours were more cooking, dress making and chemistry. And I never knew when Paul would turn up, I'd just see his camper van parked at the side of the fence around the sports field and drag anyone who happened to be near me out to him, then we'd have forty minutes, eighty minutes or two hours, depending on what time of the day Paul turned up but I never missed an attendance mark in the register, even if I was out all afternoon."

We finally fell asleep and unusually for both of us, we woke to see the naked body of the person we'd had sex with the night before lying next to us, Liz grinned at me, "Well, good morning to you, I hope to Christ that last night wasn't just a wonderful dream!"

I smiled back, kissed her and said, "We need to shower, and if my drawers aren't properly dry, you have to find me new panties before I'm prepared to get dressed."

"Why me?"

"Because, my dear Elizabeth, it was your idea to wash them in shampoo last night."

No breakfast but showered and panties clean and dry, we wandered down to the airport. Liz had her long blond hair flowing down to the middle of her back, she'd been unable to wash it as it took several hours to dry, I with my very short blond hair, cut in a boy's style, was able to scrub right down to the roots. I'd have to decide now that I wasn't handling dangerous chemicals all day, would I rather be able to wash my hair several times a day if it needed it or grow it longer, like Liz and risk having occasions when I didn't have the time to wash it properly.

We'd gone through passport control, we'd been scanned and patted down, I'd triggered the explosives detector and been taken through to the security office, stripped naked by a woman while a man phoned a number I'd given him to verify why I'd trigger their security systems. The Doris had two finger's up my cunt and looked like she was going for the record, determined to find a kilo of Semtex up there when a very apologetic senior officer barged into the room, gasped and turned his back, "That's okay Miss Green, the home office has confirmed this passengers status, I'm just so sorry that it took so long to get the answer back from them, you're free to go now!"

I smiled at the woman as I got dressed; I looked into her eyes, smiled and said, "I suppose a phone call would be too much to hope for when I get back."

She blushed and apologised just as her boss had done, I patted her shoulder as I buttoned my blouse, "it's okay, I have this every time I fly, some of the chemicals I handle get absorbed into my skin and can be traced for up to six months, I get a compensation payment each time depending on how much of your hand you get inside of me, just two fingers will hardly be worth claiming for!"

I saw her boss's ears turn scarlet as my comments made him blush. Liz was waiting for me by the scanners, we linked arms and dragged our cabin bags behind us, I was wearing black Oxford shoes, charcoal slacks and a white blouse, my chest made it obvious that I was a woman but the way I was dressed made me look like I was a man. Strangely though, Liz, who was often into playing the 'bull dyke' lesbian, was dressed very softly and femininely.

I heard a man walking behind us say, "God, look at those two lesbians, what a waste of womanhood!"

I span round on my heels and glared at him, actually, there were two men walking close behind us so I wasn't sure exactly which one had just called me a lesbian, Liz turned a few seconds later and the older looking of the two's jaw dropped and his eyes widened when he saw two women but with only one face.

Liz pulled me away and whispered, "Don't be so touchy, and after last night, lesbian is now a valid description of you, get used to it!"

I was fussing over our tickets as we were waiting to be called to the gate out to our aircraft, "We've got seats fifteen 'B' and 'C', why didn't you ask for a window seat?"

"Don't worry, these planes are usually two and two, we're probably sitting on opposite sides of the aisle, better than getting trapped against a window for nine hours!"

WRONG!

When we got on the aircraft it was a wide body plane but there was only one aisle instead of two so the seats were four on each side, we had the worst of both worlds, there could be another passenger on both sides of us. We settled into our sears and then fifteen 'A' turned up, one of the two men that had called Liz and me lesbians. I stood up and stepped into the aisle to let the man pass, Liz just pulled her knees in and the man tried to squeeze past her legs to much laughter from both of them. Fifteen 'D' was the other man, the older looking man who'd done the double take when he realised we were twin sister's. He waited for me to settle back into my seat and sat down in the aisle seat next to me.

After takeoff fifteen 'A' Introduced himself as Ray Patterson, he pointed to fifteen 'D' and told us he was his older brother Paul, "I'm really sorry but earlier I made a rather crass comment about you two ladies, I guess you heard because I thought you were going to kill us on the spot!"

Liz leaned forward, "She couldn't have killed you on the spot, they checked her for explosives at security but if they have the right cleaning products on the plane, she could mix up something that would blow your balls off without waking the man in the row behind!"

Ray laughed but stopped when he saw that Liz and I had dead straight faces, "Seriously?"

Liz just nodded her head solemnly and everything went quiet for a while. Paul asked me where we were stopping in Barbados, "We're not staying, we're going on a cruise."

"Really, so are we!"

"What ship?"

"Queen Victoria, how about you?"

"No idea, we only booked on Friday, we'll be told what ship and cabin by the rep at the airport after we land at Grantley Adams."

I was so tired that I reclined my seat and dosed off for a few hours, I woke with a start, Paul was almost leaning over me, I could feel his breath on my face, he apologised for being so close, I was a little suspicious of what he was doing when I heard Liz gasp. I looked at my sister, there appeared to be a fold in her dress, a tunnel from Ray's seat to hers, and a small hump above her pubic mound, Ray was masturbating Liz in the seat next to me. They were discussing the possibility of joining the mile high club but unfortunately the stewards' stations were right by the toilets.

We were given a meal, I was sure I had enough chemical additives that with a good quality centrifuge I'd be able to cook up a slow burning explosive, suitable to work as a cutting charge. After dinner I really needed the toilet, so did half the other passengers. By the time I got back to my seat, Ray was sitting on Liz's seat, Liz was sitting on his knee, both of them were covered up with the naff blue blankets they provided. I didn't need a picture drawing to know that Liz was collecting her membership pin from the mile high club. Paul stood up, he smiled at me, looked disappointedly at the way I was dressed and I slipped back into my seat, turned slightly so that my back was to Ray and Liz and made small talk with Paul.

Liz and Ray copulated for around four hours in her seat, nothing very demonstrative, just the occasional gasp or giggle from Liz as she ran through a petite orgasm but even from the seat next to them I wouldn't have been certain that they were fucking. Paul kept looking from my breasts down to my trousers and reading his body language he was saying, 'What a pity you're dressed like a man, we could be doing the same if you were wearing a floaty dress like your sister!'

Out of the blue Paul said, "I don't know why Ray made a comment about you looking like a lesbian, the way the two of you were dressed and the way you were walking together did make you look a little like that but that would be none of our business one way or another. He actually hates it when people make that assumption of us, just because we've been sharing a room on holiday since we've both been single, makes it really impossible to score on holiday when everyone thinks you're Gay, well, impossible to score with women, we've been approached by men loads of times!"

I just smiled at his comments, they were quite heartfelt. Even though my sister was still making the occasional sex sounds I managed to fall asleep again.

We landed at Barbados airport, we were held way away from the airport, several busses rolled over to us and a bubbly rep bounced up onto the aircraft, the steward announced that passengers who were on a hotel package should transfer to the busses on the apron. Once the plane had divested itself of the hotel guests, Liz's name was called, she waved at the rep and we sat still until the rep came to us, "A coach will be along any moment to take you out to The Queen Victoria, you're in cabin eleven-seventeen, because you didn't get luggage labels you'll have to point your cases out to one of our porters at the dockside and he'll take them, and you to your cabin."

Ray smiled, we must be close together, we're eleven-nineteen, could be next-door neighbours or something!"

The bus took us to a gate in the airport fence, no one even saw us leave the airport grounds, an uncomfortable hour long trip on the bus to the port, where there were several hundred people shuffling along in a massive conga line zig-zagging across a massive warehouse. A young man was brought over to us and we had to intercept our cases from the hundred or more stored in the locker under the bus. Liz whispered to me, "Great, as if the queue wasn't long enough before, now we're at the back behind our bus full too!"

The young man had a sack barrow, he loaded our bags on it and guided us past the queue, through a side door, along a corridor and out of another door, right at the front of the long queue, the counter said 'New Crew Joining the Ship Today' over the top. We were processed in a flash, had our photograph taken and passed through to the ship without being caught up in the queue to have our photograph taken standing in front of a sea view back cloth with a steering binnacle in front.

Our cabin door was open already when we got there; we had a perfect view of the warehouse roof and Barbados beyond. We had a balcony with a double glazed sliding patio door from the cabin, out to the balcony. Liz dug her elbow into my ribs, "King sized bed again but look over there," the door that was opposite our cabin door was eleven-nineteen, again a king size bed but no window to look out of.

We just dumped our cases, according to a little card on our dressing table we were assigned to the first sitting at dinner, six thirty in the evening, table three. We could change to the second sitting if we wished too but were asked to organise the change with the restaurant manager the following day. I checked my watch, "Ninety minutes before dinner, do we unpack or do we scout out the lay of the land before dinner?"

Liz's eyes sparkled, "let's go and scope out the available men!"

It actually took an hour to walk through every bar, look in every restaurant, the two show lounges, the card room, puzzle room, the library and the laundry room. Any single men under sixty were gay, and the single men over sixty were way, way over sixty. We obviously hadn't seen every single man but it was starting to look like Ray and Paul weren't just two of the possible playmates for Liz and me but could actually be the only two available men on the ship.

We walked back to our cabin quite dejected; Ray and Paul's cases were in the passageway outside their open cabin door which meant that they hadn't been as successful as their cases. Fortunately, the first night was casual dress or slob-down dining, we didn't even bother to shower, just a rapid lick over with a soapy cloth, clean blouse and skirt for me, Liz did dress with a little more style and she brushed her hair.

We opened our door just as Ray and Paul were dragging their bags into their cabin, Ray asked what sitting and table we were on, he brought out his card, table three on first sitting, just like me and Liz. Liz linked arms with Ray, Paul walked next to me, awkwardly! "You look nice in that dress."

"Thanks."

Paul touched my elbow nervously, I lifted it away from my side and Paul took the hint and linked his right arm into my left. "Your blouse is nice too, looks a little thinner than this morning's blouse, it all looks nice actually, well, you look nice, actually." Fortunately we arrived at the restaurant before Paul tied himself in knots. Six courses later we discovered that Paul was slightly shyer than his younger brother but smarter, Ray could be overly loud a true extravert and very funny with it. Ray and Liz seemed to rub along very well together, Paul wasn't bad but not a man I would have sought out as a potential partner, not even for a one night stand, but I 'tolerated' his company because it was obvious that Liz had plans to pick up with Ray where she'd left off on the flight down to Barbados.

After dinner we went to a bar, we got one drink, took a single sip and suddenly Liz yawned theatrically, then she stretched, "It's been a long day, probably be better off in bed!"

Ray agreed with her, he flashed a look at Paul, then he said, "Want to take a quick look in my cabin before you turn in Liz?"

My sister smiled at him and they walked off, hand in hand. Paul pulled a face, "I wonder how long I've got to hang around down here before my side of the bed becomes vacant?"

Even though I didn't want to do it, I said, "You can finish your drink in our room, at least that way you'll know as soon as they finish."

We walked slowly to my cabin; Paul placed his ear against his own cabin door, "Nowhere near to finishing yet!"

I listened as well, "God I hope they don't break the bed, that would be embarrassing!"

Paul and I walked into my cabin, there was an awkward silence, then I said, "They were at it for four hours on the flight, they could be 'at it' all night. You can share with me until my ally-cat sister comes back, if you want to that is."

I sat on the edge of my bed, my back to Paul, I didn't want anything to happen in particular, Paul could sit on one of the seats if he wanted too, lay on the bed, dressed or not, all the same to me. Ten years was a long time, I'd forgotten the protocols for such encounters. I took a deep breath and slowly undressed, keeping my back to Paul. Once naked, I rolled into bed and covered my body with the duvet.

I heard the sounds of undressing, felt the bed bounce and Paul was in bed with me, he started to make small talk, I rolled onto my back, bringing me so close I could feel radiated heat from his body. Paul had asked a question that I hadn't actually listened to, "Do you have a condom Paul?"

"Shit!"

Paul grabbed for his trousers, scrabbled for his wallet, searched the little spaces at the back and then breathed a sigh of relief as he brandished a foil wrapped condom between his thumb and index finger, he inspected the foil wrapper, "Still in date and the wrapper is unbroken."

I took the condom off of him, checked it myself then put it on my bedside table, the lights were still on, I rolled over to face him, kissed his shoulder, then I reached out with my right hand, trailed my fingers under the duvet, over his chest, he must have been related to a gorilla the amount of hair that was on his chest, I stroked back and forth a few times, then my fingertips brushed southwards slowly, the hairs on Paul's chest were long and course, the hairs heading south were softer and slightly less abundant. There was no gap of any kind between the hairs on his stomach and his pubic mound.

I found Paul's cock standing to attention in the undergrowth surrounding his pubic mound. I felt it first with my hand, it felt unusual, most men I'd met, even the uncut ones, once standing to attention; their glands would be exposed as if they were circumcised. But Paul felt hard, fully hard but there was still a half inch of empty skin hanging past the end of his cock.

I flicked the duvet down; Paul gave a little gasp when he saw my body and his cock gave a little jerk. I curled my body over so I could get a closer look at it, I pulled back on his foreskin, exposing his mushroom, there was no smell to it other than the smell of soap. I checked him thoroughly for cuts, nicks or abrasions, as well as for warts or other polyps. He was very clean. As I had made such a close inspection of his cock, I just went down the extra inch or so and slipped my lips over the end of his cock.

Paul started to explore my body from the back, feeling the softness of my buttocks, slipping his fingers down between my bum cheeks, his middle finger tested out my anal muscle for compliance! I stiffened as he tried to stick his finger up my bum; he felt that stiffening and quickly moved on, burying first one and then two fingers up my fanny.

As Paul massaged my inner body to gentle climax after gentle climax, I tried hard to make him climax in my mouth, I usually used that tactic if I didn't particularly want to have full sex with a man and I was usually so good at it that I seldom needed to spend longer than ten minutes doing it before he fired off his salvo and lost all interest in sex for several hours. I had sucked Paul for a full thirty minutes without even getting him to breath heavy, mind you, I didn't have my main weapon available to me, using my tongue over the male's crown or cockhead as I sucked, Paul's was unavailable to me because of the overly long foreskin, I couldn't pull enough skin down his shaft to expose his glans as I sucked him.

Eventually I gave up, rolled onto my back and asked if he'd like to fuck me. He reached for the condom, "You don't have to bother with a rubber if you don't want to."

Paul rolled on top of me, inserted his cock slowly and began to fuck me slowly, steadily, gently. It took a while for him to make me climax but once I got there he managed to hold me at my peak, after forty minutes I was drenched with sweat, gasping for air and almost completely knackered. "You'll have to tell me when you've had enough; I can never climax myself unless I'm doing anal!"

I was about to tell him I'd had enough when there was a knock on the door, thinking that it was my sister, I just said, "Come in, it's not locked!"

Ray wandered in, Paul didn't miss a beat, he just kept plodding away inside me, Ray had a broad grin on his face, "Hi Vicky, can Liz borrow Paul for a little while, she's used me all up, I can't get another erection and your sister is very demanding!"

I pushed against Paul's chest, "She can have him, we're done for now!"

Paul hopped off of my body, grabbed the towel that Ray had wrapped around his waist to cross the hall, held it over his cock and closed the door behind him as he left, Ray stood in awkward silence, just looking at my naked body as I lay there, totally exposed on the bed. "Can I join you in bed, even if I'm no use?"

I patted the bed at my side Ray grinned and jumped onto the bed next to me. Ray was propping his head up on his elbow, looking up and down my body, I was starting to feel a little self-conscious because of the way Ray was staring at me, "What?"

"I'm sorry; I was just beating myself up for calling you a 'bull-dyke' lesbian earlier! Now that I see you like this, dancers legs, boyishly slim hips, flat belly, just a hint of your ribs showing through your skin, elfin face, short boyish hair and huge hooters, you look like everyman's dream lover, a twelve year old schoolgirl with full sized tits."

"And does the schoolgirl fantasy turn you on?"

"I wish I could say that it didn't but I'm a man, if a twelve year old girl offered it to me on a plate, I doubt I'd have the strength to turn her down!"

"Fucking hell, an honest man!"

"No point telling lies, we only do it to get a woman naked, too late for that or to fuck her, too late for that too tonight, your sister already drained the barrel dry."

Ray settled down next to me, "We could just go to sleep..." He slipped his left arm under my neck, "...or, we could chat, get to know each other..." He placed his right hand on my pussy, rubbing my trimmed blond bush, "...I have a thing about wanting to know all about a woman! I like to get the who, what, how and when of your love life and as we chat, I'd also like to watch you climax, see what you like and dislike."

I'd expected his fingers to head south, most men I'd ever been with were very 'Cunt' centred, as if that was the be all and end all of a woman's sexuality, I'd even spread my thighs for him in anticipation of his next move. NORTH! Now that was really unexpected, and not north to the mountain range, he dallied a while stroking his hand over my abdomen, tracing imaginary lines around my bellybutton, then exploring the ridge where my ribs started. It's fair to say that Ray was the most unusual man I'd ever been to bed with.

"How old were you the first time you let a boy or man touch you between your legs?"

"Seventeen!"

Ray lifted his head and looked into my eyes with a frown on his face, "Okay, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to!"

Ray's hand stopped rubbing my stomach,, "What do you mean?"

"Liz already mentioned your cousin Paul to me"

"That wasn't me, that was her!"

"Well, that's not the way she tells it, you were leading Paul on, you were asking him to get you and Liz alcohol, and you didn't care what he got you, you were leading him on and as soon as he pushed his hand into your knickers and tried to push his finger in you, you ran to your mother's side, leaving Liz to look after your cousin! She told me she loved looking after him so much that she did it for three years."

"Well, I don't recall anything about that day!"

"What about that night?"

"Nothing at all, Liz was only telling me yesterday that something happened on the evening of Aunty Susan's wedding but I don't remember anything about it at all."

"Liz told me about last night, she also told me that you attacked her as soon as you both reached your bedroom after Susan's wedding, you demanded she showed you what she and Paul got up too! She said that first time with you was a pivotal night in her life and from then on, she looked for men as well as women to be her sexual partners."

"I had really blocked that night out of my mind, that was the last time Liz and I were allowed to be alone together in the same room and I could never understand why."

"Okay, who was the first boy to let you see his cock and how old were you?"

The boy from next door, Gary Porter, he was fourteen, I was ten, Liz was Ill in bed with the flu and Gary told me that she had asked him to show her before she went sick!"

Ray settled back down, laying his head on the pillow next to mine, his hand began rubbing my belly again. "Do you like to be masturbated?"

I nodded my head, "Been a long while since a man offered to do it for me though, long, long time!"

"Who was the first boy you sucked off?"

"Well, strangely enough, Gary Porter, he was on his stag night, the day before his wedding, he was twenty-one, he'd knocked his girlfriend up and her brothers had given Gary the choice, marry their sister or make friends with their gelding shears, he chose keeping his balls over his freedom, so if he were twenty-one, I was coming up for eighteen."

Ray repaid my honesty by curling his finger into my cunt and hitting two G-spots for the price of one, taking me rapidly to a point just short of a full blown climax.

"First man to fuck you?"

"Sadly an unnamed man, one night stand, actually, after Gary's wedding, Liz walked over with two guys, as usual for Liz they were older men, she talked me into helping her with them, I ended up doing it in the front seat of a car while Liz did the other guy in the rear seat."

Ray increased his finger fucking speed slightly, tripping me over the precipice and into a short lived orgasm. "Was it enjoyable?"

I pulled a sour face and shook my head, "I'm surprised that I ever had sex with a guy again after that introduction!"

"First gangbang?"

"Define gangbang!"

"More than two men all fucking you at the same time or consecutively!"

I shook my head, "Never tried! I've had two men spit-roast me but that's all."

"First anal sex partner?"

"Never!"

"Never as in not yet or never as in never in a million years?"

"Your brother was the first to show any interest in that direction, came as quite a shock to me I can tell you!"

"Really, so, just how many different men have you had sex with, to the nearest ten if you like?"

Ray drove me a little higher up my climactic tree while I considered his question, "Forty (ish), definitely not as high as fifty!"

"Do you know how many Liz said?"

"No idea, what did she say to that question?"

"She said she had no idea but if she added women as well as men, she guessed at more than ten times your guess!"

I was given a little extra pleasure from a second finger being added into my cunt, "First time a dog licked your cunt?"

I gasped at the question as well the inclusion of the second finger, "I'm not sure, I think there may have been some incident with a family pet but I was very young, probably before school but never since!"

Ray laughed. "The dog was called Ben, it was a crossed Labrador and Springer Spaniel, Liz remembered it very well, you got caught with the dog's head up your dress but you were just copying what she had already done with the dog, your grandfather caught you and he just took Ben home with him!"

"It's not fair, Liz remembers far more from our early years than me."

"Would you let a dog lick you now?"

"You have a dog?"

Ray stopped masturbating me and pulled his fingers out of my cunt, he just looked at me, looked in my eyes!

"I have no idea, if I were turned on enough, or drunk enough, or if the dog were particularly handsome with a good chat-up line, I might!"

"Have you ever been fucked by an animal?"

"Some men have been animals, your brother is part chimpanzee but I have not knowingly had sex with a bona-fide animal."

"Again, is that a never have, or a never will?"

"Hard to say, if I'd got as far as allowing a dog to lick my pussy, who knows where it would end!"

"But you don't have any religious, moral or legal objections to animal sex?"

I shook my head; Ray was wriggling down the bed, kissing my body as he went down, and my belly button he stopped, he seemed to be speaking to my naval, "Would you look at a book with pictures of animal sex or bestiality video clips with a boyfriend or girlfriend as a prelude to sex?"

There was no point nodding my head, his tongue was de-linting my naval so he wasn't looking at my face, "Probably, but my sister is the only woman or girl that I've ever had sex with, not sure she'd be up to watching animal sex!"

I felt Ray's smile against my stomach rather than saw it, as his lips nibbled their way south he whispered, "Boy are you going to be in for a surprise when you get home!"

Ray gave me another climax with his mouth, he was very skilful, I'm sure that Liz would have been happy in bed with him all night long with his various sexual skills so it was obvious that it was more Ray wanting to get in bed with me rather than Liz needing to tag a different partner.

We finally went to sleep cuddling together at about three o'clock in the morning. I definitely wasn't looking forward to waking up in the morning and finding Ray's face opposite me on the pillow but it was funny, he'd given me dozens of climaxes but I didn't actually count it as real sex, just because his cock hadn't been in my cunt.

In the morning Ray actually woke me with a very passionate kiss, "Why don't you go and take a piss Vicky so we can have a fuck before breakfast."

I went to the toilet and Ray stood over me watching me pee, I finished and wiped, pressed the flush button and stood up, Ray had me turned, he pushed me over the toilet pan and he rammed his cock into my cunt hard from behind rocketing me through a climax in seconds, almost before I realised that his cock was in me. As Ray climaxed into me he said, "Good morning sexy, shall we go to breakfast?"

I stood up, then I had to sit back down on the toilet to allow a pint of cum to drain from my body, I stood up, pressed the flush and then I pushed Ray away, "Not again, one cum an hour in my pussy thanks!"

Ray handed me one of Liz's dresses. Very girly, very floaty, very sheer, very see-through, "Here, wear this, you don't need a bra or knickers on under it, were only going for a quick bite of breakfast."

"Liz would quite literally kill me if I wore her clothes without her permission!"

"Well, go and ask her."

I grabbed my dressing gown and headed across the passageway to Ray and Paul's cabin, I forgot myself as it was so early and just yanked the door open, Liz was on her back and looked like a zombie, Paul was doing push ups on top of her, or that was what it looked like, "Are you having early starters or are you still going from last night?"

Liz managed a weak smile, "Still going, Paul's a fucking machine!"

"Ray wants to take me to breakfast, he wants me to wear this, I told him that you wouldn't be happy!"

Liz gave a lazy sigh, "Why the fuck not, there should be another dress, the same but in lemon rather than orange, you can wear the lemon, I'll wear the orange...Paul, Paul...just stop while we eat, we can come straight back after breakfast and carry on!"

"We're in port, we should at least go and look, we are only here until two o'clock."

"Really, where's here?"

"Well, it should be Saint Lucia unless we've been in bed longer than I think."

I left the orange dress with Liz and went back to my cabin to ask Ray where he found the dress. He handed me the lemon coloured dress and I slipped into it. Liz and I must have looked like a right couple of prostitutes as we went to breakfast with our tits swinging and if anyone looked closely enough both of our pubic areas were visible as we walked back and forth from the breakfast buffet.

After breakfast Ray and Paul changed their minds, they wanted to go into Castries to look around the town. There were lots of trips to do in Saint Lucia but they all involved long distances to travel and as we only had 6 or so hours we all agreed just to look around the shops and the history around the capitol. Liz and I caused quite a stir amongst the male residents of Castries, because we were both pretty, both blond and very fair skinned, walking around the streets arm in arm almost naked we had quite a few followers, not just Paul and Ray. It was one hell of a turn on to have such a large group of men lusting after us even if they were all very large, very black men. We returned to our ship at twelve o'clock for lunch and as the ship sailed away from the cruise terminal Liz was out on the balcony with Paul fucking al-fresco while I was on the bed with Ray doing the same but with the door open it was like Liz and I were fucking in the same room.

During the rest of the holiday Liz and I swapped partners several times and we had sex together while the guys watched us before fucking us royally on the same bed together. It's fair to say that after a week in the Caribbean we saw very little of any of the islands we visited but both Liz and I got used to waking up with a lover from the previous evening's head still on our pillows.

When we returned to the UK Ray asked me to marry him and as we were planning our wedding Paul just said, very casually, "Hey Liz, why don't we make it a double wedding, that way we'll all have an excuse to get dressed up!"

So there it was, after being so sure for so long that neither of us would actually ever get married, both Liz and I were married on the same day and strangely enough for twin sisters we still had the same surname after we were married. We all sold our properties and bought a five bedroom house in London together. Ray and Paul made the alterations that we needed to have two massive bedrooms as well as two en-suite bathrooms. It didn't seem to matter who slept with which man or if Liz wanted to sleep with me while the guys looked on.

I went from making chemicals in the North West to using chemicals in the London area to make holes in buildings or just in the ground. I would still trigger the sensitive detectors in airports whenever I passed through them but now instead of just Liz standing outside the examination room with a broad grin on her face, now there was Ray and Paul grinning at me as well as I walked out straightening my knickers.

After we'd been married for three years I suddenly had an idea about Paul's little orgasm problem, I got Liz to use both hands to skin her husband's cock right back and while she held his foreskin out of the way I sucked his cockhead, giving it the maximum attention with my mouth as I used my own hands to massage the upper end of his cock and when he climaxed he almost passed out and the jet of liquid rocketing from his cock's little eye lifted my head off of his cock. It felt like he shot off a pint of spunk.

Liz took Paul to our doctor and arranged for his foreskin to be shortened by an inch and a half or as the doctor called it thirty-eight millimetres. Paul wasn't quite the same after, he couldn't fuck all night without a break anymore but he did generate record breaking volumes of spunk whenever he climaxed and he loved painting Liz's and my tits when he masturbated over us in bed.

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