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Subject: {ASSM} Jan V. - That's not funny (ff inc twins) (based on a true event)
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Hi there

This story is again based on a true event. Tegan and Sara are twin sisters
who play in a band. I don't particularly like their music, but I acknowledge
their talent. Oh, and by the way, they are 'out' as lesbians (even though
they had had boyfriends in high school) and so the sex fantasies about them
are a recurring thing. Once Annie Zaleski (pitch.com) interviewed them in
Madrid, Spain, and asked, "Have you seen anyone in the audience making out
during a show?" And Tegan replied,  "Yeah. Usually, I can't see them, 'cause
they stand in the back. But one time -- this is a terrible story -- there
were these two girls making out in the front row. I was distracted a bit,
because I was like, whoa, that's a lot of public display of affection. And
then after the show they came up, and they were twins. They looked
identical, and they said, 'We're sisters, and we make out because people
think it's funny.' I was like, 'That's not funny at all. Get away from me
right now.'"

 This event gave me an idea for a story. This story. Enjoy it.

 -jan



 Hi, my name is Kelly. I have an identical twin sister called Kirsten. She
was born seven minutes before me, and so she says she's older than me, as if
seven minutes would matter that much.

 When we were teenagers Kirsten and I lived in a small town, 15 miles south
of a mid-western big city. The winters were cold, and the summers quite warm
and muggy. But the weather didn't matter much to us. My friends and my
sister could always find good reasons to go wild. Everybody told us how
lucky we were that our folks let us do everything we wanted. Man, we were
really wild back then.

 Kirsten had started dating when she was 13, and I followed her... We were
quite competitive with each other at that age. When she wanted something, I
wanted it too. When she got something, I had to have it too. Luckily,
because we were twins, our bodies began to develop at the same time, and so
the jealousy about who was prettier and who got attention the most was kept
at a minimum. Still, clashes were expected, but more often than not we got
along. There were some nasty episodes between us about dating the same boy
the other one had dated before, but we actually never crossed the line of
cheating with each other's boyfriends. We just thought it was too weird if
we did that. Anyway, despite the dating and the wild parties, and the
alcohol, and the drugs, at the age of 14 we were still virgins, as we had
never let any guy go beyond first base.

 During those parties, I had kissed girls before, because guys went crazy
with that lesbian stuff. I didn't know why, but guys just went wild when
they saw us girls kiss. At that time I wasn't able to understand that
concept and what was so special about it. Anyway, I liked the attention, I
liked the power I had when I kissed another girl and the boys would howl and
chant, "Go, Kelly, go, Brenda. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss." And Brenda and I
would make out like cats in heat just to drive the guys crazy.

 Kirsten would look at me with a mischievous look and would tease me with
something like, "You bad girl. You like girls, don't you?" I wouldn't reply
I would just smile or make a face at her. I could see she was drunk, but I
was drunk too. Anyway, kissing another girl was just a goofy thing to do
and... it was nice, and got me excited, and... as I said, I liked the
attention I was getting. In spite of it, I didn't think it was anything
deep. It was fun, and that was it.

 Sometimes Kirsten would also join and she would kiss her best friend,
Norah, but everybody could tell that Norah was not very comfortable with
being ogled by a bunch of drunken youngsters. Kirsten would get frustrated
by this, as though my being the center of the teenage maelstrom diminished
her somewhat. I guess this was the reason why she once told me she didn't
want to come to a neighborhood party. It was a Friday night and I just
couldn't understand why she wanted to stay home alone.

 "Oh, come on, Kirsten. Why not?"

 "Just go. I don't want to."

 "Why?"

 "Because they are your friends, not mine."

 "What are you talking about? They're my friends as much as they're yours.
Hello! We're twins. We go to the same classes. We're friends with the same
crowd. So, how can you say they are my friends and not yours?"

 "Norah is not coming."

 "And because Norah is not coming you want to become a nun?"

 "Kelly. Just stop. Stop bugging me. Go away. Go to the party. I don't
care."

 "I'm sorry, but this room is mine too. But I'll go to the party. I won't
let you ruin this Friday night, not this time."

 "As if I ruined lots of them."

 "Yes, you did."

 "Okay, just go and leave me alone."

 When I saw Kirsten let herself fall on her bed, a huge disappointment went
over me. This was the first time I'd go to a party without her. Even if we
weren't speaking she'd always go with me. We wouldn't talk to each other,
but we both knew the other was around in case one of us wanted to kiss and
make up.

 "Kirsten," I said, going over to her bed. "Please."

 "No," she replied, her arms pushing my hands away from her.

 "All right. Just stay home and pout." I turned away and left to the
bathroom to put my makeup on. I looked at image in the mirror and shut my
eyes. Sometimes it got somewhat confusing. We were identical, but I was able
to detect minute differences in our faces. We were both tall, 5'10", with a
slender build, and very long legs - our best asset, I think. Our hair was
dark blonde, very long, thick, but mostly straight, even though it tended to
curl at the ends. Our breasts filled a B cup rather nicely, and so my sister
was somewhat obsessed about getting a boob job when she became older. I told
her how stupid that was, but Kirsten can be quite stubborn, and so she
wouldn't listen to me.

 I pulled my hair away from my face and tied it into a ponytail with an
elastic. I tried to smile at myself and forget my sister's and my own bad
mood. I washed my face thoroughly and then applied some makeup. When I was
holding a liner brush to put some eyeliner, in she came. She pulled down her
panties and sat on the toilet without a word. I heard her pee, but I ignored
her. I went on and gave the final touches to my face with a very discreet
mix of blush and lipstick.

 I left the bathroom and went over to the wardrobe, searching for my
favorite low-cut, tight-fitting blue jeans and sneakers. I checked myself
out in the long mirror of our room and I had to admit to myself that I
looked great, especially when I let my hair flow down my black mini top.
That top was my favorite because it set off the color of my eyes and hair,
and most importantly let my midriff bare. Again I rummaged one of my drawers
but could not find my fave belt. "Hey, Kirsten, where's my spiky belt?"

 "What spiky belt?" she asked, returning to her bed.

 "The one you borrowed from me last week."

 "I gave it back. Don't you remember that?"

 "No, I don't."

 "Yes, you do. You used it three days ago, when you went out with Brenda and
Brian."

 "Oh yeah, you're right."

 "Of course I am. I'm always right."

 "Sure you are," I said.

 I saw her smile at my sarcasm. Then, suddenly, she blurted out, "Okay, I'll
go with you."
  
 I looked at her, hiding my surprise. I just grinned. "You won't regret it.
It's going to be fun. You'll see."

 I saw her get ready and then helped my sister with her makeup. I prepared
her face as I did mine. When we were younger I hated it when I was compared
with her. When we turned 14, something happened to us and we began to relax
a little about our being identical twins. We embraced it, as the remarks we
got from guys were quite encouraging. It seemed as though being twins made
us sexier and more desirable somehow.

 Walking to the party beside her made me proud. I was proud of her and
myself and my good makeup job. I was becoming an artist in that department,
even if I say so myself. And for laughs, I persuaded Kirsten to dress alike
We would play the identical twins role for one evening. Even our hair was
combed in the same way...

 When we got to the party, we were showered with the usual twin jokes and
remarks. I was in a remarkably good mood, and so was Kirsten. Lots of guys,
and girls, wanted to be around us, fetching us some drinks, taking pictures
with us both.

 As time went by, Kirsten and I began to get a little bit drunk. Although we
were used to alcohol, our young age and low bodyweight didn't give us much
of a leeway to metabolize it properly. Actually, everybody was getting
drunk, except for a few girls who remained aloof from the center of the
party - Kirsten and I.

 My sister and I sat on a love seat. I would watch Kirsten and realize that
she was enjoying the attention immensely. She was flirting with an
attractive guy of the neighborhood, Mark Davis, and I was doing the same
with David Farrell, the best friend of an ex of mine. I saw her kiss Mark
and I followed her lead with David. When the guys went away to get us some
bottles of beer, Kirsten looked at me, her blue eyes shining, "Hey, thanks,
sis, for making me come. You were right. This party... wow... is wild."

 I entwined my fingers with hers and said, "Didn't I tell you? The guys are
hot."

 "Thanks," she said, really grateful. "It's really different from hanging
out with you or with Norah... Norah can be so boring sometimes. And where is
Brenda, by the way?"

 "She could not come. She called me to say she was grounded."

 "Grounded? Why?"

 "Something to do with her stealing money from her mom."

 "Brenda is so stupid. I don't know why you hang out with her."

 "I like her. She's cool, and she's fun to be with."

 "Even if she's a thief?"

 I didn't have time to reply, because some girl started to talk to my
sister. I let go of her hand and saw a guy stare at me.

 "What?" I said, staring back at him.

 "You look good together."

 "Oh really?"

 "I mean," he began with a smirk stamped on his acne-covered face, "you and
your sister."

 For a moment I didn't know what to say. I realized that my leg was against
hers. I could feel the body heat coming through the fabric of her blue
jeans. In other occasions I would probably feel ashamed and self-conscious
by what he was implying and the closeness I was enjoying with Kirsten. But
that evening I was drunk and laughed it all off.

 "You two are so damn sexy, I would love to see you kiss," he continued,
hissing the last "s" as though he was a sibilating snake.

 "In your dreams." I laughed again and ignored him, paying attention to what
Kirsten was saying to Kathy, another girl she had started a conversation
with.

 "Hey, why don't you kiss her?" he insisted.

 "Fuck off," I said, annoyed. I wanted to go and punch him in the nose.
Fortunately David and Mark were back with our drinks.

 David had a look at me and asked, "What's the matter? You seem..."

 "That guy is really being a jerk." I pointed to my harasser and took a sip
of my beer.

 "What? Did he attack you?"

 I saw David's genuine concern, and so I explained it all to him. He made as
if he was going to pick a fight with the acne jerk, but I stopped him. "No,
leave him alone. That's what he wants."

 "Okay. Tom Knuckles is a jerk, and a loser."

 "I'd never seen him before," I said, taking a fleeting glance at my
harasser.

 "He's Marty's cousin. He's staying at Marty's for a couple days."

 "Oh," I said, taking another sip of my beer.

 There was a lull in our conversation and I kept drinking my beer, listening
to Kirsten's joyful gabbing with Kathy and Mark in silence. I grew more
aware of my body contact with Kirsten and felt my nipples and loins react.
Although the guy was a jerk, his sex fantasy about Kirsten and I making out
was turning me on.

 This was not the first allusion I had heard about guys fantasizing about my
sister and me. This was actually a recurrent thing within our circle of
friends. It was kind of an inside joke. Kirsten and I would laugh it off. We
sort of thought of it as inoffensive teasing, something we hadn't considered
doing in real life. We both claimed we liked boys and that kissing each
other would be really weird. Guys would remind us that we liked to kiss
other girls... So, why would that be different with Kirsten?

 "Hello? Kirsten calling Kelly to Earth. Are you there?"

 I returned to the present and saw my sister stare at me with a grin, her
face perfectly framed by her blonde hair and her blue eyes as happy as they
could be.

 "I am sorry. I was thinking..."

 "About what?" she said.

 I didn't reply because everybody was listening to what we were saying.

 "About what?" she insisted, the pitch of her voice becoming higher,
curiosity all over her pretty face.

 As I remained silent, David explained to Kirsten what had just happened.
Kirsten took a quick look at the jerk and then laughed. "He's pathetic. I
can't understand why guys are so one-track-minded. All you think about is
sex."

 "Yes, what else is there to think about?" said Mark with laughter, sipping
at his beer. 

 "You're really sick," she said, tapping his thigh with a fist. She smiled,
though, and said, "Come here." She enveloped his neck and kissed him with a
very sensual, long kiss.

 "Wow," Mark said when the kiss ended. "You're a great kisser."

 "I know," she said, utterly satisfied and drunk. She winked at me, which
prompted me to titter uncontrollably.

 Then, out of blue, the arm holding her beer bottle moved around my neck.
She pulled me closer to her and she kissed me. I felt her tongue invading my
mouth. At first I resisted, then I let her. I let her kiss me, her tongue
searching mine. I opened my mouth wider, accommodating hers, willingly. My
head was reeling from the shock of Kirsten kissing me in front of an
audience. She thought it was weird, but still she was kissing me... and I
was enjoying it. Why?

 Anyway, she went on with our kiss, because our audience was growing and the
guys just went crazy. I heard them goading us on, clapping, and howling,
"Yeah... Go, Kelly; go, Kirsten." I wanted it to stop, but Kirsten wouldn't
let go of me, enjoying the attention. Too shocked to resist I let her suck
on my tongue, hers playing with my teeth, while I felt my growing arousal.
My nipples were so hard that they hurt a little, and my pussy was...
thoroughly wet. Realizing this, I broke our kiss and panted for air.

 "Wow," I said, as nothing better had occurred to me.

 "Sorry," she said, brushing under my lip. "I ruined your makeup." She then
laughed nervously and hugged me, while the guys asked for more.

 The acne-covered jerk came up to us and said, "Thanks, you really look
great together."

 I looked away, but at that point Kirsten was beside herself and said, "Yes,
we do. Thanks."

 "Go away, prick." David pushed Tom Knuckle away from us and a brawl ensued
Some girls screamed when the guys knocked over a floor lamp and its light
bulb broke. Eventually, a couple of guys managed to separate them and expel
them from the party.

 "David," I called and ran after him. He was still in the front lawn and his
lower lip and left brow were bleeding. Tom Knuckles wasn't in a better
shape. Soon Marty was next to his cousin and threatened to resume the fight
Fortunately, Kirsten and Mark joined us in the front lawn.

 "Don't, Marty," I said. "Don't be a jerk, like your cousin."

 "Stay out of this, Kelly. Your asshole of a boyfriend messed with Tom, and
whoever messes with Tom messes with me."

 "He's not my boyfriend. He's just a friend... who tried to help me."

 "Try to help you? For what I saw he was trying to help you a lot."

 "And her sister too," said Tom, with a bloody mouth, bending over and
holding his body in that position with his hands on his knees. "They're
sluts, both of them."

 "Fuck you, Tom," vociferated David.

 "Okay, this is too weird," said Kirsten. "I'm gonna go home. I just... hate
violence, and you guys disgust me. Come, Kelly."

 "No, David's hurt," I protested.

 "He's a big boy. He can take care of himself."

 "Go," said Mark, sending us a sympathetic look. "I'll handle this."

 "Come, Kelly," my sister urged once more.

 I hesitated but followed her, casting a few glances at the guys on the
front lawn as we walked home.

 "You think he's gonna be okay?"

 "Yes, David's always getting himself into trouble. A couple of weeks ago he
also had a falling-out with his best friend... I forget his name. Boys are
just so lame."

 "Yeah, but you were enjoying Mark, weren't you?" I said maliciously with a
naughty grin as we strode home.

 "Well," she began. "He was okay, but I think I liked our kiss best."

 "You did?" I said, coming to a halt.

 "Yeah, I did," she said, stopping right in front of me. And with a drunken
smile she went on, "You're really a good kisser, and that's why Dave got so
jealous of the guy and punched him."

 "I wanted to punch him too."

 "Yeah, but you didn't. And that's why guys are dumb and you're not."

 I kissed her on the cheek, happy, my mind reeling from the alcohol and the
thought that Kirsten had enjoyed our kiss so much. We hugged in the middle
of the sidewalk. I wanted to kiss her again and again and again... But I
didn't. I was too afraid of her reaction. It was one thing to kiss her
because of the boys, and another to kiss her because I really wanted to.

 When we arrived home, we ran upstairs. The last thing we wanted was to
barge into the folks and get busted because of our drinking. We knew Mom and
Dad were pretty liberal, but getting drunk when you were just 14 was
stretching it. Anyway, nothing happened that night. She was tired and drunk,
and so was I. We just changed into our pajamas in complete  darkness and we
crashed in our respective beds. I remember saying goodnight to her and
getting a snore for a reply.



                               -o0o-



 It took about a year for somebody to remind us of our kiss. Mark and
Kirsten had gone steady, while I still kept searching for the right guy. At
first I told myself I was just finicky, but then I started to realize I
enjoyed kissing other girls much more than guys. Even so, I didn't call
myself a lesbian. That word was too scary for me. When I told Kirsten about
it, she looked me over with a lopsided smile, tapped me on the shoulder and
got up. While leaving my room, she said, "Good for you, sis, 'cause guys are
jerks."

 Puzzled, I asked, "Why do you say that? Mark is a guy and you're dating
him."

 "Yeah," she said, turning to face me. "He's a jerk too, but he's got a nice
ass, and a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."

 I laughed as she left. I stretched myself out on my bed and daydreamed
about some girls of my school I had kissed before. I closed my eyes and
relived those sexy moments, which left me hot and bothered. Girls were
definitely my thing and I wanted to experiment, but I didn't have the
courage to take the next step. And so I masturbated quite a lot. I got quite
hooked on it and would masturbate several times a day. I loved to smell my
hand and lick my juices off it. I was sex crazed and wanted to make love to
another girl really bad.

 My dream came true at a party. Mark, Kirsten and I were reminiscing about
our wild days, and the day Kirsten got herself a belly button piercing and I
got a star-shaped tattoo in my wrist. We were drinking and our inhibitions,
if we had any, were pretty gone.

 That night Kirsten was gorgeous. She wore skin-tight low-cut white jeans
with a white top, which set off her taut, bare stomach and her luscious
boobs. Her eyes sparkled that night, hidden sometimes by her ass-length dark
blonde hair. Her uncovered shoulders were reddish because of too much
sunshine. My outfit was similar to my sister's, although I wore a tight
T-shirt instead of a top. Needless to say that Mark was quite proud to
escort us to the party, and he'd joke we were his girlfriends.

 A guy he knew asked him, "So, you're dating twins, huh?"

 "Yeah, pretty amazing," he replied with a wild, happy grin.

 Kirsten giggled and kissed her boyfriend. I kissed Mark too, winking at my
sister. She knew I was only doing that for laughs and pull that guy's chain

 "And so you guys do each other, too?" he wanted to know with a curious
excited look on his boyish face.

 Kirsten looked at me and giggled again, doubling up. As her laughter was
contagious I laughed with her, getting hold of her body. When she
straightened herself up, she tried to repress her mirth and asked, "You
mean, my sis and I?"

 "Yeah." His eyes shimmering as if he was about to be treated with his
wildest fantasy.

 "Well..." she began, with a flirting, defying smile. "Yeah. We do each
other, don't we, sis?"

 "Oh yeah, definitely," I said, playing along, making an effort not to burst
out laughing.

 I felt her arms sliding down my waist and then she kissed me, passionately,
her tongue once more pressing inside my mouth. I felt like I was going to
faint. She sucked my saliva and my lips as if our kiss would be her last.
When I ended our making-out I panted for air. Like our first kiss, the whole
thing made me breathless. My heart galloped inside my chest, my nipples were
hard and my pussy was wet. Turned on by our show, Mark kissed my sister and
tried to do the same with me, but this time I didn't let him. Instead, his
lips landed on my cheek.

 I escaped the crowd that was clapping and howling, demanding for more, and
made my sister come with me to the bathroom. When I looked myself in the
mirror, my face was a mess. My lipstick had been smeared all over my mouth
by our wild making-out. Kirsten laughed in fits, drunk as a skunk.

 "Why did you do that?" she asked, checking herself out in the mirror,
removing the lipstick smears from her face.

 "Do what?"

 "Run away from our audience."

 "It's kinda... embarrassing."

 "Embarrassing? Why?"

 "All that attention."

 "I thought you liked it."

 "Well, yeah... but sometimes it gets scary."

 "Why?"

 "Because..."

 Kirsten stared at my reflected image, intrigued. "Because?"

 "I may like it too much," I said slowly as if someone else was saying it.

 "Too much? What do you mean, too much?"

 "That's what I said. I'm leaving. I'm going home."

 "No, you're not," she said, preventing me from leaving by holding my arm
with both hands. "Not before you explain to me what's going on."

 I faced her eye to eye. "What do you want to know?"

 "What do you mean, you may like it too much?"

 I shut my eyes and tried to make sense of the confused thoughts that ran
through my head. I was about to say something when someone knocked on the
bathroom door. I jumped, startled, when the door swung open. It was Leah
Brown, a girl we were not particularly fond of, as she was a somewhat
snotty, perky snob.

 "You done?" she asked.

 "Yes, we are," my sister replied. We avoided any physical contact with Leah
as we went past her. Again I was embarrassed by the way she looked at us as
if were a couple of disgusting monsters. That made me realize to make out
with one's sister was not particularly appreciated by some people in the
crowd.

 "I'm leaving, sis," I said when I realized she wanted to join her
boyfriend.

 "You are?" Kirsten said, making a half turn to face me. She seemed less
drunk, as if my words made her realize what was really happening between us
"No, stay."

 "No, I don't want to. Enjoy your evening with Mark."

 And I left the party, walking home on my own. I sighed, and then yawned,
noticing how tired I was. I felt like I was going to sleep a whole week, so
tired I was. When I got home, the lights were out, and I thanked my good
fortune for that. Mom and Dad were either away or had already gone to bed.
Either way I was not getting any embarrassing questions that night, which
suited me fine, considering what had happened during the party.

 I slept soundly. I remember some sexy dreams about making out with other
girls, but the most vivid dream was about Kirsten and I. She had returned
from the party, drunk as always, and was horny. She entered my room and
started to make love to me, kissing me, getting rid of my T-shirt and
pajamas bottom, as she kissed her way up to my boobs. When her fingers began
to fuck my drenched pussy, I woke up. I realized I was in my room. It was
dark, but still I could discern she was sleeping in her bed right next to
me. Because of the dream I was horny. I wanted to masturbate, or better...
go over to her bed and make love to her, like in my dream. But I didn't do
such thing. I remained in my bed and watched her sleep. I could see the
contrast of her blonde hair against her skin, her long legs moving under the
sheets. She looked lovely, sexy, as ever.

 I pulled my panties off and began to play with my pussy. I pinched my
nipples. It hurt a little because they were cold, but I enjoyed the stinging
feeling. I shut my eyes and fantasized about her, returning to my dream.
With my fingers, I went deep in my pussy and wetted them with the juice
running from me. I dabbed some of it in my clit and began to masturbate
slowly at first, but then quickened my pace, playing with myself furiously.
I just couldn't control myself. I was crazed with lust for my sister and I
could not help it. I fucked myself with my fingers, biting my lips so that I
wouldn't moan. I felt like I was falling a cliff when I came, hard. My head
reeled from the alcohol I had ingested and the heady feeling of
post-orgasmic bliss.

 The next day, when I woke up, I saw that Kirsten's bed was empty. She
wasn't in the bathroom either. I went downstairs and searched for her. Mom,
Dad and Kirsten were eating breakfast, a kind of family event we usually did
on Saturdays.

 "Hi, Mom," I greeted as I walked in the kitchen. "Hi, Dad."

 "Hi, pumpkin," said Dad, his eyes leaving the newspaper briefly enough to
acknowledge my presence.

 "Hi, dear," said Mom. "You are barefoot again, on the kitchen. Go fetch
your slippers before you catch a cold."

 "Mom, please," I complained, plumping myself down on my chair. For the
first time, since last night, I looked Kirsten in the eye. She stared back
at me as if she was amused by my entrance and Mom's remarks. She slurped at
her latte, still eying me with amusement.

 "What?" I asked.

 "You look like you had a wild party last night," she said, taunting me.

 "Yeah, I did.  You make it sound as if you weren't there yourself."

 "So, you two had fun last night?" Mom wanted to know.

 "Yeah, we did," Kirsten said, brushing her hair away from her face and down
her shoulder. "Kelly was the center of the party, as always."

 I laughed at this and said, "We were, not just me."

 "So, what happened for you to be the center of the party?" Mom asked,
heating some milk for me.

 "We were just goofing around," I replied. My sister's smile became a
satisfied grin.

 "Yeah, Mom," she said, "we were just goofing around, and the guys just went
crazy."

 "They did?" Mom asked, pouring the warm milk in my glass. Milk was my
favorite drink during breakfast because I hate coffee and don't appreciate
any fruit juice so early in the day.

 "Yeah, the guys were howling like wolves," Kirsten said, as if she was
daring me to say things I didn't want. I began to wonder about her little
game.

 "Wolves?" asked Dad, cutting in for the first time. "What have you been up
to?"

 "Not much," Kirsten said. "Guys are just dumb. They howl for nothing and
everything. They'd howl for Mom if she went to the party, too."

 "Oh, thank you very much," said Mom, displaying some mock offense.

 "Mom, that's not what I mean." Kirsten laughed, her tongue licking off the
froth remains from her lips, reminding me how sexy my sister could be.
"Jeez, you can be so touchy sometimes."

 Mother looked at Kirsten and then at me and then at Dad. She sighed and
asked, "Are you done?"

 "Talking to me, Mother?" he asked, abandoning his newspaper for good and
finishing his coffee.

 "Yes, we need to go to the mall before it's too crowded. So, hurry up."

 Our mother began to clean out the table, putting the mugs and the dishes in
the washer, while our father went upstairs to change. I had always thought
weird that Dad called his wife "Mother". Although I knew he meant something
like she was the "mother of his children", I still thought it weird, as
though he was screwing his own mother. I stared at my sister, realizing I
was getting turned on by incestuous thoughts... and that reminded me of my
dream about Kirsten and I.

 "So, do you have plans for today?" I asked her. I wanted a distraction... I
started to feel like I was a freak of nature thinking and daydreaming about
that stuff.

 "Nope. Not yet."

 "Are you going out with Mark tonight?"

 "He's supposed to call me, but I didn't promise him anything. Do you have
anything in mind?"

 "Well, no... Brenda is grounded again, and she can't even call me or
anything."

 "Man, either her parents really suck or she's a crazy chick."

 "Well, both are true."

 "So, what do you want to do? We can go to the mall with the folks and stay
there and catch a movie or something."

 "Okay, good idea," I agreed, grinning.

 "Great, let's go and change."

 As planned we rode with Mom and Dad and we went our separate ways when we
got there. As none of us had much pocket money, most of it already spent, my
sister and I just bought some ice cream and went window-shopping. It felt
great to be sisters again, and I relaxed a little, even though I experienced
some arousal when her arms brushed against mine. We had to still wait for a
couple of hours before we could buy tickets for the movie we wanted to go
to, and so we leisurely walked up and down the fashion galleries with items
we couldn't afford.

 "One day I'll marry a stinking rich man and I will buy everything I want,"
she uttered suddenly.

 "I'm not going to get married, ever," I replied, looking away from her and
facing the breeze blowing from the north.

 "Oh, I forgot you're a lesbo."

 "I'm not a lesbo," I protested.

 "No? Why don't you want to get married, then?"

 "I like girls, but..."

 "But?" She stared at me, this time with a serious expression, while she
threw away the napkin of her ice cream into a garbage can.

 "I don't know." I shrugged. "It's just... confusing, I guess."

 "Confusing? About your finding other chicks attractive?"

 "Well, yeah..."

 "So what? You like chicks. Big deal."

 "Well, it's a big deal to me. You're straight, so you don't know what it
feels like."

 "Aha, so after all you're a lesbo."

 "I'm not."

 "Well, whatever. It's your life, not mine." I tried to repress the tears
but it was too late. "Oh, I am sorry, sis. I didn't want to make you cry."
She hugged me there, her hands drying off my face. "I'm sorry, I really am."

 I enjoyed her body against mine but then I noticed that a guy was staring
at us, which made me flinch away from my sister. Kirsten followed my stare
and realized what was going on. She showed him the finger and clasping my
arm she made me go with her and away from our lurker.

 "I don't know why guys only think about one thing," she said with a raucous
voice, letting go of my arm.

 "Well, who can blame them?" I said, smiling a little. "We're just two hot
chicks cuddling... and you know how guys are... We're just irresistible."

 Kirsten chuckled at my remark. "Do you think that?"

 "Well, I do."

 "If you were a guy I'd think you wanted to get into my pants."

 "Well, I am lesbo. So beware... You don't know what you may get into."

 "So, you admit it? You're really a lesbo?"

 "I don't like that word, but... you know I like girls, so..."

 Later that morning we veered off the subject of my sexuality and we talked
about everything else. She even talked about her relationship with Mark.
They got along but she was somewhat disappointed by the sex thing with him.
Her first time with him was kind of painful but she said she had enjoyed it
anyway. I asked her if she had used protection, and she replied she wouldn't
have had it any other way.

 During the movie I was assaulted by daydreams about my sister and Mark, and
my sister and me. Fortunately, the movie was a teenage terror flick, which
made us jump from our seats once in a while, and so I used that excuse to
get closer to her. We even held hands. She'd whisper into my hear from time
to time, and I would do the same. I forget what she wanted to tell me, but
she later told me that our conversation about sex had made her horny, which
made her fidgety and impatient.

 We walked home in good spirits. It took us a while because the mall was 5
miles away from our house, but we were having fun together and so it didn't
seem that far away. Suddenly her mobile phone began to ring and she answered
it.

 "Yes? Oh, it's you, Mark. Yeah... Yes... Okay..."

 I moved away from her as though I could give her some privacy but of course 
my little gesture didn't prevent me from listening to her conversation, 
although I couldn't overhear what he was saying to her.

 "No... Not tonight. I decided to stay home with Kelly. Yeah... No, sicko.. 
No, I'm not like you... Bye, see ya tomorrow." And she closed her mobile and 
looked at me with a grimace. "Ugh, guys are so stupid."

 "What?"

 "He asked me if you and I were going to do it tonight."

 "Do what?" I said, overdoing my shock.

 "Sis, you know very well what he meant. Guys are sick or what."

 I didn't reply. It seemed as though guys were not the only ones. According 
to her I was sick too... But then again, wasn't it sick to make out with 
one's sister, even though it was for the benefit of a rowdy, mostly male 
audience? Despite that contradiction in terms, I remained quiet about it. 
Once again we chose neutral, safer territory, like school gossip and who was 
doing who.

 The evening came, we ate dinner and cleaned the kitchen. Mark called my 
sister twice but he was blown off by her in both occasions.

 "He's really in love with you," I said, climbing the stairs behind her.

 "I guess, but I'll dump him in no time if he keeps bugging me like this."

 "What did he do this time?" I asked, as we walked down the hall of our 
room.

 "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk about him."

 We changed into our nightwear. This time she put on only a pajamas bottom 
and let her sports bra uncovered. She would usually take it off and slide a 
sweatshirt on, but she didn't do such thing. She went over to our private 
bathroom to brush her teeth while I changed into my pajamas bottom and a 
T-shirt. "Was she flaunting her body to me?" I wondered. I was confused. She 
had just dismissed the possibility of us making love as sick, hadn't she? 
And now this? Or was my fertile imagination playing tricks on me?

 I slid in my bed and cracked a book open, making sure the blankets covered 
most of my body. It was cold, as the central heating was off. When she was 
done with her oral hygiene I scrambled to the bathroom, exaggerating my lip 
shaking. "Brrr, it's cold. I wish Mom and Dad didn't turn off the heating at 
night."

 "You're a wuss," she said with a smile, spreading some lotion on her hands 
and face.

 "Yeah, and you're nuts."

 "And why am I nuts?" she asked, spreading the lotion up her arms.

 "Because you are," I managed to say, my mouth full of toothpaste foam.

 "Okay, I'd rather be nuts than a wuss."

 I didn't reply. I tried to think up my revenge, but all schemes seemed 
childish and lame. But then... something hit me. Quickly I spat the foam and 
washed my mouth with water. I dried myself with a towel and made a beeline 
for her bed. Without any hesitation I put my cold hands on her back, making 
her squeal and flinch. She swatted me away. I guffawed in triumph, dodging 
her hands and spreading myself on my bed, thoroughly happy, because I'd just 
had my revenge. Predictably she sprang from her bed and  jumped on mine, 
tickling me. I fought her off weakly until our faces were just a couple of 
inches apart. I saw her look at me, grinning, and then I rose my head and 
kissed my sister on her semi-opened lips. At first she didn't react but then 
she kissed me back. We stayed lip-locked for a while, my arms pushing her 
body against mine by her waist. I saved no effort to make her to understand 
that I want her badly.

 "Kelly," she panted. "What are you doing?"

 "I want you. I want you to make love to me. Please?"

 "No," she said, while I showered her neck with kisses, and licked it, 
sensing how her body trembled by my sudden passion. "That's not right."

 I made her roll over and spread my body on top of hers. "I know you want 
it, I know you do." My tongue licked her ears and she moaned.

 "Kelly, you're crazy." It was more a moan than a protest and so I went on.

 I pulled her shirt up and began to lick her lower belly, her belly button 
and its piercing. Her body was waving with desire for me. There was no 
stopping now. I had to make love to her. I shushed her and masturbated her 
through her pajamas bottom and without delay her pubis followed my lead, 
humping my hand.

 "Oh, Kelly... Baby..."

 I kissed her in reply, robbing her mouth of its saliva.

 "Oh Kelly, are you sure about this? You're my sister."

 I hushed her again with a kiss, my mouth exploring hers, her lips so sweet, 
the fragrance of her hair intoxicated me with utter pleasure. I felt up her 
boobs and then her nipples. In spite of her sports bra, I could feel how 
hard they were.

 "Stretch up your arms," I commanded, and then off it went, her bra landing 
on the floor.

 I licked her nipples, my hand kneading her breasts. She closed her eyelids 
and for the first time she abandoned herself to me. In one fluid moment I 
pulled at her panties and pajama bottom, and she helped me remove them by 
holding up her lower body. I stopped for a moment, watching her body quiver 
from anticipation, her legs spreading, leaving no barrier between my eager 
hands and her pussy.

 I spread her lower lips and saw how wet she was. I let my fingers slide in, 
feeling the smoothness of her pussy walls. I began to fuck her, slowly, 
while she contorted herself before me. She held my free hand and put my 
fingers on her mouth, sucking them.

 "Oh Kelly... Please, go on. Fuck me harder."

 And I did. I spread myself on her body, kissing her mouth, my fingers still 
inside her, keeping the rhythm. She took my face with both hands and she 
kissed me fiercely, her pussy humping my fingers.

 "Oh Kelly, faster... Faster... FASTER... Ohhhhh."

 And suddenly she came, holding me tightly, pressing herself against my body 
and my fingers inside her. We stayed there, without speaking, my fingers 
thoroughly wet from her love juices. I wanted to lick my hand but I let my 
fingers in her pussy, because I knew it would ruin her post-orgasmic 
pleasure if I removed them too quickly.

 "Wow, this was awesome," she said, staring at me. She shut her lovely blue 
eyes and kissed me lazily.

 "You have seen nothing yet," I told her.

 Again I kissed and licked her neck, then her nipples, ribs, navel and lower 
belly. I looked at her surprised face and smiled.

 "What are you going to do?"

 "Eat you," I replied.

 "But I want to do you too."

 "Later," I said.

 Soon as I licked the length of her pussy lips she moaned. "A little higher, 
" she pleaded. She meant her clit but I didn't oblige. I had seen in a porn 
movie that teasing could be far sexier than to reach orgasm in a rush. And 
so I teased. I would lick her clit and but then I would fuck her pussy with 
my tongue and fingers.

 "Oh Kelly, stop that. Lick me there," she said, pointing to her clit. 
Mercilessly I removed her hand and kissed where she wanted. "Oohhhhh, 
Kelly... Sis... Don't."

 I kept her teasing for half an hour until I gave up and gave her what she 
wanted. I hurried with my finger-fucking while my mouth uncovered her clit. 
Because she was quite stimulated I flipped my tongue over clit. She went 
wild with this, clenching my face between her legs. Her beautiful long thin 
body twitched, her legs pushing it up as she came with a long moan.

 I slid up her body and stared at her. She looked content and sad at the 
same time.

 "What's the matter? Didn't you like it?"

 "Yes, I did... That's not the problem."

 "Then what is?"

 "We're sisters... You are my sister..." She was almost whispering, so 
softly she spoke.

 "So? You kissed me back. You wanted it, right?"

 "Yeah, I did, but... this is something else."

 "Why is that?"

 "Because, like you said, I may like it too much."

 "So?"

 "What do you mean, so?" she said, sitting up on the bed. I let my eyes go 
over her naked body. My eyes went straight to her perfectly trimmed pussy, 
her lower lips still puffed up and rosy because of her earlier orgasms at my 
hands. "You said it yourself."

 "I'm not afraid of that anymore. I know I like it, and I like it best with 
you. You said you like my kisses, better than anyone else's."

 "I do, but..."

 "Yeah, go on," I encouraged, becoming a little bit frustrated as I was 
still horny and wanted some release.

 As she saw my hand touch my crotch, she asked, "Oh, I am sorry. I didn't 
mean... You still want me to..."

 "Yes," I said, slightly breathless.

 "Okay, then lie down... I'll take care of that... and of you."

 She grinned as I obeyed her. I closed my eyes as I felt her hands touching 
my boobs through my T-shirt. "No, bra," she teased, "hmm, kinky."

 I laughed but kept my eyes closed. I wanted to enjoy her touch, and the 
growing pleasure that radiated from my nipples down to my groin. A bolt of 
electricity ran through me as I felt her pussy against my stomach, her legs 
straddling my body. I manifested my lust for her by waving my lower belly 
and moaning in her ear. She shuddered, and then kissed me deeply. I moaned 
again as her hand began to masturbate me, smoothing my pussy, still covered 
by my pajamas top. I motioned to get rid of my pajamas bottom, but she 
didn't comply immediately. With a flushed face, she glided down my body. I 
shuddered as her pussy brushed along my thigh, and her tongue licked my 
ribs, tickling me, and then my breasts. Finally her hands tugged at my 
pajamas bottom and I raised my body to help her pull it down my legs.

 "You're so sexy, Kelly," she said, her eyes again sparkling, "that I could 
you eat you all night long."

 I giggled because she looked kind of serious when she said it. "Oh, please 
do."

 She kept her promise. She went down on me like an expert, and I began to 
wonder where she had learnt all that. I almost lost by breath as she 
deprived me of my panties and I opened my legs for her. I was assaulted by 
tiny spasms when she started licking the inside of my thighs. My pussy 
contracted in anticipation. Instead of finger-fucking me or licking my 
pussy, she lifted my thighs and crunched her wet pussy on mine and we humped 
together as if she were a guy and I was her girl. She went crazy with this 
and we fucked each other until we reached a simultaneous orgasm, her pussy 
juices mingling with mine. The experience was mind-boggling.

 In the aftermath of our pleasure, we kept kissing each other for hours on 
end. I wanted to ask her so many things, but she was tired. I hugged her 
tightly, happy, satisfied, and thankful that my sweet sister had finally 
made love to me.

 Later Kirsten confided me that she had experimented with Sandra McCarthy, a 
girl I didn't know very well because she was older than us. I asked her how 
that happened, and she told me it was during a slumber party I hadn't gone 
to because I was home sick. Apparently Sandra had taken my sister under wing 
as Kirsten missed me at the slumber party.

 "And did you enjoy it?"

 "Yeah, it was cool. Sandra had lots of experience and she taught me 
everything I know." Kirsten giggled, but then asked, "What?"

 "Nothing," I said, shaking my head.

 "What? I know you, Kelly. What's the matter?"

 "Well... I thought I was your first... I mean... girl."

 "Oh, you're jealous!" she shrieked with undeniable delight.

 "No, I'm not."

 "Yes, you are."

 "No, I'm not."

 "You are too..." Kirsten drew closer and enveloped me in her arms, her 
nipples brushing against my bare ribcage, giving me a severe case of 
goosebumps. "But don't worry, Sis. You're the one for me."

 "Promise?"

 "Yes, sweetie. I promise."

 And from that moment on, we had a kind of secret pact between us. She could 
keep Mark as a "decoy" but other girls were off limits. I agree it was kind 
of childish and selfish, but we were teenagers back then and that seemed a 
good idea.

 So, during high school, I dated guys and lost my virginity to one of them. 
The experiences with them were okay, but they paled in comparison with the 
amazing sex I had with my sister. So much so, that eventually I stopped 
dating guys when I turned seventeen and Kirsten ended her relationship with 
Mark. We were headed for college and I was going with her while Mark had to 
stay behind. Mark's GPA was just too low for him to join us.

 The college years were less wild than our previous years in high school. We 
had to work harder to maintain our college GPA and our scholarships. We 
wanted to avoid student loans as much as possible, and rooming together did 
help. We'd also work part-time to have some money aside, just in case.

 When we turned 19, Kirsten offered me a Tegan and Sara album. Everybody 
knew they were lesbians and identical twins, and so I knew what my sister 
Kirsten had in mind.

 "Thanks," I whispered, kissing and hugging her.

 "Happy birthday, sweetie." 

 "Happy birthday to you, too."

 "But I have more..." she said with a wicked smile.

 "More? But..."

 "Yes, tickets for their concert. They're coming to town in a couple of 
weeks."

 I screamed and jumped for joy, hugging her and ravaging her like a mad 
woman. "Oh I love you so much right now, Kirsten Ann Soren."

 My sister giggled and hugged me back, grinning. "And that's why I love you 
this much, Kelly Ann Soren."

 We made love that evening... It was our birthday and we celebrated it by 
driving each other crazy with fingers, tongues and hard nipples. I just 
couldn't get enough of her, and because we had the same genes, neither could 
she get enough of me.

 At last the day of the concert came and we went there as a couple. We 
laughed when guys noticed we walked hand in hand. It reminded us of our wild 
high school days, even though without the drugs and the alcohol. Being in 
college and the fear of losing the scholarships made us more responsible and 
less rebellious. By any standards, we were good girls, except when it was 
the weekend and we could relax and be wild together.

 As Tegan and Sara were lesbians so it was safe to say that many girls there 
were also gay. As we felt safe there, we began to make out. From time to 
time, we'd hear some guys whistling and clapping.

 There was even one tall, chubby, headbanger kind of guy who said, "Look, 
twins!" He was with a couple of friends, some of them girls. He remained 
where he was, about twenty feet away. Then he asked out loud, just to make 
sure. "Are you guys twins?"

 "We sure are," Kirsten confirmed with a grin, holding me closer to her as 
if she wanted to strike a pose with me.

 "And are you guys together?"

 "Hell, yeah," she confirmed again.

 "Cool," he said, giving us a thumbs-up.

 Kirsten and I began to giggle, and enticed by such open acceptance, we 
kissed for minutes, which seemed hours, feeling my nipples growing, and 
demanding some attention. But I knew I had to control myself or we might get 
into trouble.

 Eventually the concert came and we managed to reach the front row. By then 
my sister and I knew all their songs by heart, and from time to time Kirsten 
would kiss me and I would kiss her back in wild abandon. My happiness knew 
no limits when I noticed that we had caught Tegan's eye.

 "Do you think they're like us?" I whispered into Kirsten's ear.

 "I don't know. Perhaps you can ask them... The tickets we have are also 
backstage passes."

 "Really?"

 "Yeah, didn't you know that?"

 "No, I didn't. Oh, Kirsten... I love you so much." I hugged her and kissed 
her passionately, making her moan slightly.

 When the concert was over we showed the securities our stubs and they let 
us pass into the backstage. With my heart hammering in my chest, I had a 
glimpse of the twin stars.

 "Come on," Kirsten urged. "They won't bite us."

 Eventually I gathered up enough courage and introduced myself and my 
sister.

 Sara said hi to us but Tegan looked us over and asked, "Hey, it was not you 
who were making out in the front row during our gig?"

 "Yeah, that was us," I said nervously. "We're sisters, and we make out 
because people think it's funny."

 "Funny?" Tegan said with obvious outrage. "That's not funny at all. Get 
away from me right now. Go! GO AWAY!"

 And we left. I was a little stunned, confused by the rejection. I didn't 
mean to say it like that, but I just blurted it all out without thinking. It 
hurt like hell to be rejected so bluntly and by someone who we thought were 
our most likely allies. How wrong can you be?

 These days Kirsten and I are still together. We plan to do many things, 
build a house together, and who knows what else.




                             THE END




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