Chelle and I are twins. Not identical; we're fraternal. We shared the womb but not the same genes. I was a little towhead and she was an ivory skinned redhead. Chelle could be a model for Ireland, freckles and all. By the time I was twelve, my blonde hair had turned into brown, so Chelle and I looked even less like twins.
Our folks weren't rich. They had a house but it wasn't all that big. Chelle and I had shared a room forever. Well, when we turned eleven, she started to develop. She showed me the first hairs as they came out over her slit. It was about then that Mom took us aside and said we couldn't live in the same room anymore. Both of us threw a fit. I don't think you singletons out there will understand, but we needed to be together. We had shared a womb. We could look at the other and have a whole conversation in that look. You may not believe this but we both remember being in the womb together. Mom used to say we couldn't, we hadn't shared a placenta. But I do remember her being in there with me, touching each other. We shared a closeness that most people wouldn’t believe possible. I’ve read stories of twins ‘knowing’ when their other half was hurt, even across the country. I believe those stories. Chelle and I are like that.
You probably wonder about the name. Our parents thought they were being cute and named us Michelle and Michael. Of course kids immediately seized on that and called her Mikey and me Michelly because we were twins. That didn’t last too long. Chelle and I were a team, almost like one person. So when the two of us went after somebody, we got them. We sort of were a terror in fourth grade. But the other kids quickly learned that to pick a fight with one of us was to bring the wrath of both. Our names were shortened to Chelle and Mikey, which I hated! I always told people to call me Mike. That took part of fourth grade and Chelle’s help to convince the other kids. Even the slow ones, like Walter Walton, eventually learned; bruises aiding his learning process.
We had shared everything growing up. So when Mom said we were going to be split up, it created an insurrection. When Dad got home, Chelle started crying while desperately holding onto him. That did it. He was a softy for her. Me, he could whip my ass until his arm fell off, but Chelle had him wrapped around her little finger. I don't remember him ever punishing her. The argument went on for days. But Dad won and we got to stay in the same room. Mom kept asking Chelle, "Don't you want your own room? Mike will see everything?"
And Chelle would say, "But he's seen everything. Mom, we saw everything in the womb."
"But you're getting older..." she would say. “There are female things…” cryptically.
Chelle would shake her head, "Mom, Mike and me, we know everything anyway. What's the difference if we're in a different room?"
Mom would scold her, "Now, you can't know everything." We'd just share a look. Mom had never believed that we could remember being in the womb together. Mom would shake her head and mutter, "Sometimes I wish I never had twins. You two will just be the death of me." That's when we knew we'd won. She always said that right before she conceded.
So that's why I was happy when I finally came. Chelle had been having orgasms for almost a year. She would wait until the lights were out and we were sure the folks had gone to their room. The first time I heard her climax I was scared. I almost called out for mom. Chelle stopped me and told me what had happened. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about. The next time Chelle did it with the little reading light on and I got to watch. It didn’t look like she was having fun; the way her face got all scrunched up and her body got tense and sort of shuddered. But the smile on her face after, that convinced me.
That was the year before my big event, sixth grade. She had sex education in fifth grade, well, what passed for sex ed at the time. After that, all the girls started talking about sex stuff, like masturbating and climaxes. Chelle would tell me what she knew. The guys didn’t know anything really. I was glad I had Chelle or I wouldn’t have known squat. Her first period had been a couple months before and she was getting more hair by the day over her slit. I had been feeling left behind and didn’t like it. I finished the bath and rushed to our room slamming the door behind. She was reading a book on her bed having had the first bath that night.
I jumped into my bed and she looked over, then she tossed her book aside and sat up. She knew something profound had happened. "What?"
"I came."
"Really?" she asked. I nodded. “Show me,” she told me.
“I can’t. It was in the bath,” I said.
“Do it again,” she said in a tone of command.
I wasn’t sure I could do it again. I mean, it had just happened the one time. I lay back on my bed and touched my cock like I had been doing in the bath. Chelle came over and sat on my bed. She was wearing her pjs. “Take those off,” I said.
“What?”
“Take off your pjs. It’ll help,” I said.
She shrugged and tossed them on the floor. Now, that might strike a lot of you as unusual. And from what I know of most people, it is unusual. But Chelle and I had never been body conscious around each other. Even when Mom tried to make us, we’d just shrug and share a look confirming our belief about the stupidity of adults.
I looked at Chelle and wrapped my hand around my cock. Looking at her beautiful body, my cock swiftly stood up. Her nipples were puffy and full, but not very dark. Her breasts had swelled under the nipples, not very big yet, but definitely tits. She had a small thatch of fine red hair above her slit which I could see plainly as she sat Indian style on my bed. Her ivory skin was smooth and without blemish, except for her freckles which only made her more beautiful to me.
My hand stroked my hard cock as I stared at Chelle. It took a little longer this time and I was beginning to wonder if it would happen. I felt a funny tingling sensation in my balls and the sticky cum spurted out and landed on my belly, quickly followed by another column of white and then a third.
“Oh God,” I heard Chelle say almost like she was in a trance, staring at the sticky cum puddling around my cock. She leaned forward, looking intently. My cock started to wilt. I didn’t move or say a thing. I watched Chelle looking at me. She was so intent. “It’s going away,” she said. She looked up at me, “Do you like watching when I do it?”
“Yeah,” I said, surprised she didn’t know.
“I liked watching you. It made me feel all jumpy deep inside.” She lay back on my bed and her hand stole between her legs. She moaned as her hand started circling around her pussy. Her hand was moving like a blur over her slit, the lips spread open and glistening with her arousal. It didn’t take her very long before she tensed up, her back arching a little and then she gasped and curled up into a fetal ball, her hand still between her legs.
I noticed that the cum was turning watery and was running off my side and onto the bed. I jumped up and found a dirty tee shirt that I used to wipe off the cum from my belly and side and the bedspread.
Chelle had come back by then. She stretched out, her nakedness on display for me. This was different. I had never really noticed before. I mean, I had noticed, but now I was drawn as steel is to a magnet, to her nakedness, to her sex. I took in her nipples, now red, and her slit, wet with her recent climax. Suddenly I knew that everything was different than it had been before. I didn’t know how or really even why, but I knew it was different.
Chelle looked up at me. “Mike?”
“Yeah?”
“That was awesome, doing it together. Can we do it together again?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said.
She glanced away and then back at me. “It’s not wrong is it?”
I got back onto the bed and wrapped her in my arms, affectionately, not sexually. “No. I don’t think anything we do together is wrong, because of the way we are. I mean…” I didn’t know how to say it. There aren’t words in the English language to say, two people, two souls, one connection. I suppose soul mate but I didn’t know the word then.
Chelle understood. “I know.” She pressed her body against mine, seeking the intimacy of touch everywhere. I had never felt closer to her than I did at that moment, not even when we shared the womb. Our time in the womb had been a chance of nature. Now, we had both decided to share ourselves, completely.
It was in eighth grade that it changed. We had been sharing our climaxes. Sometimes I’d go first and sometime Chelle would go first. Occasionally, one would get too excited and we’d both go together. But it would always be me touching my cock and Chelle touching her pussy. After, we would lie together touching each other. I remember the day it changed like it was yesterday. It was one of those days that stand out in your mind with complete clarity, a moment when your life changed and you knew it then, that things would be different after that.
Our folks had gone out to dinner with the neighbors. The neighbors had three sons, two of them older and one younger. The oldest was supposed to keep an eye on us as well as his younger brothers. But as soon as the parents were gone, his girlfriend appeared and they disappeared into his room. The four of us all raised our eyebrows and laughed, knowing Jimmy wouldn’t be out anytime soon. We waited a little while, then the four of us snuck down the hall and listened outside his bedroom door. The sounds of fucking were unmistakable: rhythmically creaking bed, panting, and moans. The three boys all got hard, even Timmy who was two years younger than me. Chelle looked at me and I could tell she was upset. I asked a question with my eyes, ‘What?’
“Let’s go home,” she said quietly.
I didn’t really want to. I mean how often do you get to listen to sex? It was my first time. But I mentally shrugged and nodded. We retreated down the hall as Timmy and Mickey continued listening through the door. On the way home I asked Chelle, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she said.
I knew from her voice that it she wasn’t really upset. I couldn’t tell what it was, but it was something. She led me straight back to our room and flopped onto her bed. I started to lay on mine but she patted her bed. That meant serious talk. I flopped down next to her.
“What did you think about it?” she asked.
It was obviously Jimmy fucking his girlfriend. “I wish we could have seen too. I mean, it was exciting just listening, but seeing…”
“Yeah,” Chelle said softly. “You were hard.”
I nodded. “Mickey and Timmy were too.”
Chelle laughed, “I saw. I got wet just thinking about it.”
“Them fucking?” I asked.
A blush rose in her cheeks. The atmosphere of the room changed. It seemed sultry even though it was autumn and a bit chilly. “No,” she answered. “I was thinking about us.”
“You and me?” I asked, my stomach doing flip flops.
She nodded. “I always thought you’d be the first. I mean, it just seems natural. You and me always done everything together. Do you think about me?”
Now it was my turn to blush. I nodded. “Remember the first time I jacked off and I asked you to take off your clothes?”
Chelle laughed, lightening the mood. “Yeah, I knew why you asked.”
“And every time since when we’re naked together. You didn’t say anything,” I said surprised that she had known why I had asked her to take off her clothes.
“Let’s take off our clothes,” she said changing the subject. Without waiting she started pulling off her clothes. Chelle was usually the leader in our sex play so I went along without any argument. Taking off our clothes in front of each other was a pretty usual event. But somehow, I knew that this was different. I half watched her as I tossed my clothes onto my bed. She noticed me watching and started to tease me by stopping and waiting until I was watching and then continuing.
When she was getting ready to push off her panties she waited until I was watching, then started them down her long silky legs. Of course, that stopped my progress. She stopped and waited until I looked up at her face to see why she had stopped. She smiled, ‘gotcha,’ then continued pushing them off. As I pushed off my briefs, I looked over and all she was wearing was her top which she had pushed up to her shoulders. Again, she paused noting how I avidly stared at her body. She lay back on the bed smiling up at me.
‘My God,’ I thought. ‘She is beautiful.’ And she was. Chelle had filled out in the past year. Her tits, while still small, stood up proudly on her chest. Her pussy was lightly furred with soft red curls. Her pussy was red and stood out against the ivory skin of her legs and belly. In short, my twin sister was a hot sexy babe. My cock took notice.
She glanced down at my straining cock and giggled. “You look like you need to jerk off,” she said.
“Yeah,” I said looking forward to pulling the cum from my cock.
She sat up looking intently at my cock. It too, had grown and filled out since we had first started our sex play. “Would you like to do each other?” she asked.
I had dreamed of it. Now she was asking if I wanted to. “Yeah.”
She pushed the top off so that she was also naked. Then, she reached out and touched my cock. Her hand felt so incredible, I nearly blasted right then. She was slowly stroking it. Having watched me for so long she knew exactly what to do.
“Lay back,” she said. I fell back onto her bed. Her hand never stopped. I was getting close from the excitement of having Chelle touching me, when she leaned forward and took the tip of my cock between her lips. Jesus, but that was incredible, the hot wet feeling on the tip of my cock multiplied the pleasures geometrically.
I was getting a blow job. Just the thought blew my mind and as fast, blew my nut. I felt the first contraction, before I could muster the brains to work my voice, it gushed up and into her mouth. Chelle continued stroking my cock as another and another thick stream of cum blasted out of my balls and into her gulping mouth. Drained, I could only lay on the bed trying to get my breath back.
When I could think again, I looked down to see Chelle hesitantly licking her lips. “Oh God, Chelle. I’m sorry. I tried to warn you.”
She laughed. “I could feel it happening. Your cock kind of swelled right before. I could have pulled away. I wanted to try it.”
“Really?”
She nodded. Her hand was still holding my cock which had lost some of its rigor. She moved up the bed, pushing me to one side. “I want you to do me,” she said as she lay back, spreading her legs wide.
I reached out and touched her pussy for the first time. Her lips were wet and felt hot.
“No,” she said. “I want you to lick me.” I looked up at her face. I could tell she really wanted me to return the favor. I mentally shrugged and lay between her legs. The whole time we had been playing we hadn’t really talked about this. I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I stuck out my tongue and licked up along the lips. I had smelled Chelle’s smells for years. I knew what it smelled like when a girl had been sweaty and expected that’s what she would smell like. This was different. I would learn to recognize the aroma of an aroused woman, the aphrodisiacal qualities of it. That first time, it nearly overpowered me, jolting my cock erect and causing tingles to run through me.
Her legs opened wider and the labia spread. My next lick was between the labia. As it crossed her clitoris, she jumped. ‘That must be it,’ I thought. I returned to it, licking rapidly over it.
“Softer,” she moaned. I kept licking and rubbing her pussy as she got wetter and wetter. She started writhing around on the bed. I had to grab her hips to keep my face on her pussy. She hunched up at me, driving her pussy against my sucking lips and tongue. Her body tensed, shuddered, then deflated as she gushed her juices onto my face.
She pushed me away as I had continued licking, “Stop. Too sensitive,” she moaned. I looked up at her. She was flushed and breathing hard. I knew I had given her a good one and a serene happiness settled over me. I had gotten my first blow job and given a girl an orgasm within a few minutes of each other.
“Come here,” Chelle said huskily. As I started up, her legs went round me trapping me so that I had to climb over her. She stopped me when I was level with her. Her hand went between us, finding my hard cock. She pulled it down. I felt her pull it against her wet hot pussy.
It found her opening and she pushed against me. “You sure?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Do it. I want to feel it.” Her hips were hunching up at me forcing the head of my cock into her bit by bit. I added my weight as she hunched. There was a momentary resistance, then my cock lanced into her pussy. Chelle yipped, then moaned as my cock filled her. “Do it,” she moaned. I was about half in, so I pulled back and plunged into her filling her completely. “Yessssss…” she hissed as I bottomed out, my groin mashing her clitoris.
It was lucky I had cum so recently or I would have lost it right there. ‘I’m fucking,’ was all I could think. And I was. My hips responded and I was moving in and out of her tight channel. Chelle was meeting every stroke. Her arms wrapped around my neck, holding me against her. My chest was rubbing hers, her hard nipples pressing into my flesh.
I wish I could remember more since it was our first time, but the truth is my mind was close to overload. I was largely on auto drive, my hips driving into Chelle over and over, the pleasure building. Then, it was on me. The clenching deep in my balls as another cum erupted spending my cum deep into my sister. I thrust hard into her trying to deposit it deep within her.
“Yes,” Chelle cried out hunching against me, her pussy spasming around my cock, milking it of the cum.
I rolled to the side, Chelle turning with me. We lay like that getting our breath back. My cock in her wet steaming pussy. When the blood returned to my head I realized that Chelle and I had transgressed a big cultural taboo. I started feeling a bit of panic. “Chelle,” I said.
Her eyes opened, a dreamy look in them, a smile on her lips. “Yes?”
Her legs were still holding my hips against her so that my cock stayed trapped inside her. “Chelle,” I said a bit of the panic working into my voice. “We just fucked.”
She snuggled against me, pressing her tits into my chest. “Yes, we did. And it was wonderful.”
“But we aren’t supposed to…”
She noticed the panic tinge to my plea. She held my eye. “Mike, everything we’ve done for the past two years, we weren’t supposed to. I always knew we were going to be our first, I mean, we were going to be each others’ first. You know what I mean. It had to be this way.” She searched my eyes. Seeing her, the compassion in her eyes and the love, calmed me. I knew what she said was true. There was no way I would have wanted anyone else to be her first lover. There was no way I would have wanted any other girl as my first lover. There was inevitability to it, Kismet. The panic receded.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
Calmly as if she were speaking of nothing too important, even though it was vastly important and we both knew it, “I want to lay here feeling you in me. Then we’ll take showers and go to bed, our own beds so when mom and dad come home we’ll be sleeping peacefully, with big smiles on our faces.”
It was so outrageous, I had to laugh, which made her laugh, which caused my softening cock to slip from her, which caused our cum to run from her pussy and spill down onto her and my legs. “Maybe it’s time for that shower now.” We both ran for the shower.
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