Twin sisters come home from bad dates, angry and horny, to discover each other

“Total deviant freak!”

Michelle flung her car keys across the living room so
hard they left a dent in the drywall. Only then did she
realize there was someone else in the room: her
identical twin sister Anna. “Sorry,” Michelle mumbled
as she dropped her purse on the carpet.

“Something the matter?” Anna asked.

“You bet it is.” Michelle kicked off her pumps and sank
into the warm cushions of the overstuffed couch. “That
Richard you set me up with is an absolute perv. He
started talking about sex before the appetizers
arrived, and he had a hand on my thigh while checking
some high school girl over my shoulder. Did Mom and Dad
leave the liquor cabinet unlocked?”

“I’ll get you something,” Anna replied, rising. “Scotch
and soda?”

“Is that what the poncy Northerners have you drinking?
Just a beer, if it’s cold.”

Anna and Michelle had been best friends all through
school, but they’d agreed they needed newer, broader
experiences at the college level. Anna was studying
English at Bowling Green, while Michelle took pre-law
at Baylor. They’d traded e-mails back and forth at
first, mostly about how strange it was to be singletons
and not a matched pair, but their lives got busy, and
they hadn’t reconnected until they had come back for
the summer. Both nineteen, they’d spent the last week
catching up.

Anna tossed a cold can to her twin as she returned to
where she’d left her book at the other end of the
couch. She’d left her hair long, and it trailed in a
glistening raven braid down to her belt. Michelle had
gotten hers cut and styled at college. There would be
no more mistaking one of them for the other.

“I’m sorry about that,” Anna said, flashing what she
hoped was an apologetic smile. “Richard came highly
recommended.”

“It’s not your fault. Blind dates are a crap shoot.”
Michelle cracked her beer and drank half of it down
before coming up for air. “I just wish…”

“What?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Hey, Michelle. It’s me. You can say.”

Michelle paused. She couldn’t tell Anna she’d wanted to
lose her virginity tonight to a good-looking stranger.
Dodging sex questions from her sorority sisters was
getting awkward. But now she covered her long pause by
tilting her beer back and chugging the other half at
once. The bitter tang stung the back of her throat. “I
just wish he’d been better looking,” she lied, rising
to fetch herself another beer.

“Oh, don’t give me that,” Anna said, smiling. “I saw
him coming to the door. He was cut like a Greek god and
he had the kind of big brown eyes I would kill for.”

“Well, all he knew how to talk about was football and
Star Trek,” Michelle said, bending to reach the cold
compartment of the liquor cabinet. “Only old Star Trek,
too, not the good one with that hottie Picard.”

Anna laughed out loud. “I really am sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” Michelle felt the tears welling
up, but she tried to hide it by taking a deep swallow
off her second beer. The first one had gone down faster
than she’d planned. It would take only a few minutes
before her head started spinning.

“No, but it is my fault. I set you two up.”

“He came recommended from a friend of a friend. Things
happen, don’t worry.”

“Please, I want to make it up to you. You want to,
like, rent a DVD and order in Chinese or something?”

Michelle felt herself grimace at the thought, and
wished she’d concealed her feelings better. “If you
don’t mind, I’d like it quiet for a bit.”

“Okay, I understand. Is there anything I can do for
you?”

“I just want to talk to my one true friend, Anna,
please.”

“I can do that for you. What do you want to talk
about?”

Michelle opened her mouth, but realized she didn’t know
what she wanted to say. That’s when she realized the
big beer on top of a small dinner was hitting her. The
tears welled back up, and before she could stop herself
she wept.

“Oh, Chelle!” Anna leapt from her end of the couch to
envelope her twin in a bear hug. They sat there,
holding each other, hip to hip and cheek to cheek, as
Michelle cried into Anna’s shoulder, a series of deer,
wracking sobs.

After several minutes Michelle began to regain self-
control. The sisters continued to hold each other,
rocking gently on the big, fluffy couch. Michelle
realized her breasts were pressing into her identical
twin’s chest, and she felt Anna’s breasts brush back
and forth over her nipples as they rocked. Anna traced
small circles with her hands on Michelle’s back, and
one of Michelle’s palms was right on Anna’s bra strap.
She slid her hand back and forth over Anna’s bra,
feeling a tingle of electricity as the latch moved
under her fingers. Her nipples began to get hard.

Suddenly Michelle realized she was getting turned on by
her twin sister’s body. She’d had her heart set on
having sex tonight, and that, and the beer, and the
feelings running high… she told herself she ought to
pull back, but she felt a flutter in her belly and a
tingle between her legs. Just a minute or two can’t
hurt, she thought. Then she could go masturbate in her
room, and maybe try to find another date tomorrow. Just
a minute or two, and it would be over. It would only be
a minute…

As Michelle stroked her sister’s bra strap with one
hand, her other hand began drifting down. Without
thinking about it, she began to cup and caress Anna’s
butt with the other. Anna jumped.

“Hey!” Anna yelped, and pulled back from the hug.

“What?” Michelle asked. She hoped she sounded innocent,
but she heard the flutter of arousal in her own voice.

“What the hell was that?” Anna didn’t sound quite
angry, more puzzled by the contact.

Michelle grabbed her beer can from the side table and
pressed its cold metal against her cheeks. She could
feel herself blush. What the hell had she been
thinking? Her own twin sister, dammit! That would be
like making out with a mirror. “S-sorry,” she
stammered. “I just… I don’t know. Sorry.”

The twins stared at each other, confused. Michelle
still wore her slim black dress from the date, and she
realized how much leg and cleavage she was showing her
sister. Richard made her feel dirty, talking about sex
while she wore something so flimsy, but for Anna, this
dress felt sexy. Very grown up. Were her stiff little
nipples visible? The cotton brushed her belly like a
soft hand.

Maybe she should make herself up pretty for Anna more
often. Her twin was gorgeous, with thick red lips and
long black hair. And light freckles, too. A dancing
dusting of freckles on ivory-white cheeks, and she
wanted to kiss and lick them. Oh, to taste Anna’s
smooth beautiful skin, to kiss her mouth and suck her
pert nipples…

Oh God, why was she thinking this way about her own
sister? Her identical twin, no less, who taught her how
to play hopscotch when they were small. This was sick.
Sick! Her blush was so hot she feared her makeup would
catch fire. Must be the beer.

Then she noticed how Anna was dressed. Low-rise jeans
showing off firm, round hips. Barefoot, ten brightly
painted nails glistened at the ends of thin, tapering
toes. A hunter green silk blouse that matched her eyes,
with big pearlescent buttons that shimmered every time
she breathed in. But the blouse was very sheer, and her
lacy black bra was visible in the half-light of the
living room. Very sexy. Like she was dressed for a man.
A thought crossed Michelle’s mind.

“Didn’t you have a date with David tonight?” Michelle
asked.

Now it was Anna’s turn to blush. “Yeah, I did. Or I
thought I did.”

“What happened?” David was Anna’s high school
boyfriend, and Michelle had thought they might even get
married one day.

“Oh, we went out. But, you know, it didn’t work out.”

“Didn’t work out? You two have been going together
since you turned sixteen! What’s going on?”

Anna shook her head and rubbed her hands together,
looking embarrassed. “It turns out he found Jesus after
he left for college, and now he says we shouldn’t sleep
together anymore.”

Michelle’s eyes went wide. “Um, you mean…” She
couldn’t find the words.

“What?”

“You mean you’ve already had sex?”

“Of course I have,” Anna replied. Then her jaw dropped
as she realized what that question meant. “You mean you
haven’t?”

The twins sat, looking at each other, both too amazed
to speak. Michelle’s beer dangled from her loose
fingertips, long forgotten. Then Michelle felt
horrified when she noticed a second emotion creep in:
jealousy. That skinny idiot David had gotten his hands
on Anna’s voluptuous body, and let her get away. That
moron had tasted Anna’s exquisite crimson mouth, had
licked those splendid freckles and caressed those
luxuriant round breasts clad in black seductive lace…

Michelle swallowed hard. Was it the beer? Or was
something coming up that had always been there, though
she’d never noticed it before?

Anna had come home from college with a case of the
Freshman Fifteen, the weight students put on during
long nights of study, eating convenience food and not
exercising. But it didn’t make her look fat. She’d been
thin and girlish when Michelle had last seen her in
August, but looking at Anna’s sensual form now, she was
filled out, firmly rounded, a grown woman. Full
breasts, firm thighs, and an ass that had felt just
right in the palm of her hand.

Michelle wondered if she looked like that. She saw
herself in the mirror every day, so she’d never noticed
any changes in herself. But her identical twin was
stunning in her jeans and her visible bra, all that
black hair, and her body had felt so… so…

So lovely.

Was this love?

A notion came to Michelle. It was beautiful and racy,
sublime and forbidden, but as it turned over and over
in her brain, she also realized it was right. It was
the truest idea she’d ever had, and she drew in a slow
carnal breath through her nose. The air smelled
different now, charged with lust and courage. She
turned to look at her shapely, elegant, urbane twin. If
she didn’t say it now, she might never be brave enough
to say it again.

“I don’t want to be a virgin anymore,” Michelle
whispered.

“What are you saying?” Anna asked, but her own voice
fluttered now.

Michelle drained her beer, praying that her confidence
would hold out, and set the can aside before turning to
look Anna squarely in her eyes. “I want you to teach me
how to make love.”

Anna blushed, and moved her hands around, to her lap,
her pockets, behind her back. She looked scared and
flustered. “But I’m your sister,” she said.

“So what?”

“We can’t do that.”

“It’s just us here, Anna,” Michelle said. “I love you,
and I trust you, and I want my first time to be with
someone I love and trust.”

“But we’re sisters,” Anna insisted. “It would be wrong.
Immoral.”

“According to whom?”

Anna couldn’t answer that.

“Listen,” Michelle said, leaning forward to grab Anna’s
shoulders with both hands. “All the risks you hear
about, getting pregnant or getting a disease? That
doesn’t apply to us. And you know what a woman needs
her first time.” Michelle leaned her face in closer and
closer to her twin sister’s face as she spoke, letting
her breath dance over Anna’s lips.

Anna trembled under her sister’s light touch. Was this
the woman who had spoken so confidently about sleeping
with a boy just moments ago? Michelle’s heart raced and
her stomach quivered. She was sure this is what it felt
like to be in love.

Love and lust. The craving for the angelic woman in
front of her was tangible. Michelle had felt desire for
boys before, but this felt nothing the same. It wasn’t
just beautiful flesh; it was an ache to share all her
love, body and soul, with her ravishing siren of a
sister.

“Why me?” Anna finally asked, lamely. Her voice
trembled with fear.

“I hear all the time about women who fall in love with
their best friends. They say losing your virginity is
always best with a friend. And that’s you for me.”

“You can’t be in love with me.”

“Why not?” Michelle realized that the more scared Anna
got, the more love she felt. She wanted to nurture and
protect the scared woman-child in front of her, even as
she learned from her. Michelle began to rub and knead
Anna’s magnificent round shoulders in her hands. Anna’s
soft skin and the silk of her blouse made Michelle feel
warm between her thighs and made her nipples stand hard
under her dress.

“Sisters aren’t supposed to…” Anna couldn’t finish
the thought. She sounded like she wanted to cry.

“Yes we can.”

Anna’s eyes lighted on Michelle’s cleavage and stayed
there. “What if we get caught? What if Mom and Dad…”
She left the words dangling.

“Mom and Dad won’t be back from St. Paul until Monday,”
Michelle said, feeling like she had taken on all the
confidence that had abandoned her firm, desirable twin
sister. “It’s just you and me here, Anna, just the two
of us.”

“I… I want to,” Anna whispered, vulnerable and sexy,
“but I can’t.”

“You can.”

“Not with my own sister.” Anna’s words were bold, but
her voice was tiny, and her shoulders shook like a
little girl under Michelle’s massaging hands as lust
spread through her body.

“I just need this one time,” Michelle whispered. “I
want to love someone; I want to love with my body. And
I want it to be you.” And with that she slipped her
hands up to catch Anna’s face between her palms and
kiss her on the mouth.

Michelle took a moment to revel in the feel of her skin
against her sister’s. Anna was so warm, trembling a
little, like she was scared. But Michelle felt a pair
of hands wrap around her hips, pulling her closer. Anna
opened her lips and let her tongue touch her sister’s
mouth, and Michelle responded by letting her in. Anna
was the experienced kisser and took the lead, exploring
the curves and contours of Michelle’s mouth.

After a minute Michelle reached her own tongue out and
responded in kind. She’d let a man kiss her this way a
few times, and it had always been a disappointment, all
full of slobber, making her gag. This though, was so
beautiful. Anna’s mouth was warm and full of angles to
test with her tongue. Her flavor was like nothing else
she’d ever had.

Finally they parted to look each other in the face.
Anna kept her arms around Michelle’s waist, while
Michelle wrapped her arms behind her sister’s neck.
Their faces hovered just inches apart. Michelle smiled
and licked her lips, gathering up her sister’s flavor
off her skin. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“No,” Anna answered. “Thank you for not giving in to my
fear. That was the best kiss I’ve ever had.”

“You make it easy, with such a kissable mouth.”

“Just like yours,” Anna said, and they both laughed.

“Teach me how to love,” Michelle pleaded.

“If that kiss is anything to go by,” Anna said, “you’ll
be a perfect student.”

“I’m putty in your hands.”

“Excellent. David never let me call the shots.” Anna’s
gaze drifted down to her sister’s cleavage. Michelle
remembered that their big, rich breasts were pressed
together, and she turned to ogle her sister. Her own
breasts were encased in the black cotton of her dress
and a strapless satin bra. Anna’s visible black bra
pressed into Michelle’s black-clad breasts. As Michelle
looked at these firm, packed black packages of flesh
pressed together she felt herself getting damp between
her thighs.

“David didn’t deserve you.”

“Prove to me that you do.”

“How?”

“Unbutton my blouse with your teeth.”

The sisters met their gaze again, and they flashed twin
grins at each other.

“I’ll do it nice and slowly,” Michelle promised as she
bent down into her sister’s chest. She’d never done
anything like this before, and the first one proved
difficult. Getting the button through the hole was
intricate, but she finally did it. The second one was
easier, but still tricky. She looked back up at Anna’s
face and smiled. “How much of seventh-grade Home
Economics do you remember?”

“Enough to get by. Why?”

“Because that will make my life a good deal easier.”
And with that Michelle bent back down and bit the last
four buttons off, spitting them back behind the couch
when she was done.

Anna laughed out loud. “That was absolutely perfect. I
never would have thought of that.” She caught the edges
of her blouse in weightless, gentle fingertips and
lifted slowly, gradually revealing the color of her
creamy skin. When the half-light hit her bra Michelle
noticed for the first time that there was a pattern of
birds and flowers embroidered on the cups in some fine
lustrous thread, bright and dancing.

“What a beautiful sight,” Michelle breathed, hardly
daring to believe it was real.

“You can touch them,” Anna offered, “if you want.”

Michelle reached out and cupped her sister’s tits in
her own thin, graceful hands. Erect nipples poked into
her palms under the fabric of the bra. Michelle traced
the outline of a daffodil with one fingertip on her
sister’s left breast. Then she spread her fingers out
wide and spidery, wrapping all the way around to
squeeze the flesh. “So firm,” Michelle said, surprised
at the strength of her own voice. She glided her hands
down under the weight of the breasts and lifted them
slightly. “Firm and heavy.”

Anna dropped her blouse on the carpet beside them and
wrapped her own hands over Michelle’s hands, pressing
them in even harder. “Squeeze them,” Anna said, as her
head rolled back, exposing a long white throat that
seemed to glow in the dim light. “Rub them against me.”

Michelle did as she was told. She pressed and squeezed
at her sister’s breasts, kneading and wringing at them
until she could almost feel Anna’s ribs through the
skin. Anna moaned and rocked her head from side to
side, her long black braid furling back and forth
behind her.

“Oh yes,” Anna moaned. “Like that.”

“You have a beautiful body,” Michelle said.

“No more beautiful than yours.” Anna wrapped her arms
around Michelle’s body and hugged her close, catching
Michelle’s hands between two pairs of breasts, kissing
again with even greater urgency, hungry and clutching.
Michelle kissed back and kept massaging her sister’s
breasts, only now the backs of her hands also rubbed
her own breasts. The feel of rubbing Anna’s tits that
way and getting an obscene massage in return made her
own kiss more greedy and eager.

At last Anna broke the kiss and pushed Michelle back.
“My turn,” she said in a husky, lusting voice. “Stand
up.”

“What?” Michelle asked. “Why?”

“You’ve had a good long view of what you have to look
forward to. I want my eye candy now. Stand up and turn
around.”

Michelle put out a hand, vibrant red nails glistening,
and Anna took it in both of her hands to help her
sister up. Michelle gave a dainty twirl, causing her
skirt to flare out and reveal several inches of white
virgin thigh. Anna put her hands on Michelle’s bare
freckled shoulders, pausing to squeeze and pinch her
sister’s skin for just a minute, before unzipping her
slim black dress.

Michelle lifted her arms, and the cotton fabric slid
lightly off her body, rumpling up in a bunch at her
bare feet. She stepped out and kicked her dress away,
then paused, standing with her back to her sexy sister.
She started to tremble as she imagined Anna’s lecherous
eyes examining the way her creamy skin rippled over her
shoulder blades, the grooves of her rib cage, the
gently rounded swell of her ass and thighs.

If Anna’s body was so sumptuous, Michelle realized,
then her own identical body must be every bit as
alluring. She wrapped her hands around her own breasts
and felt the same firm weight, under a buff-colored
satin bra. She stood there touching her own tits,
letting her head loll back just like Anna had,
forgetting for a moment that Anna was watching right
there.

Suddenly Michelle had two arms wrapped around her.
Anna’s hands cupped over Michelle’s and steered how she
rubbed her breasts. Anna pressed her crotch, still in
jeans, against Michelle’s panty-clad ass and began to
sway from side to side, slow-dancing to a tune only she
could hear. Michelle let her head lay back on Anna’s
shoulder and felt her panties get wetter and wetter as
Anna slid her hands down to cup Michelle’s hips.

“This is…” Anna’s voice was breathy with lechery.
“What a body.”

“As good as yours.”

“Amen to that.” Anna took one of Michelle’s hands and
gave her a ballroom twirl. They paused at arms’ length,
examining each other. Anna wore a bra and jeans,
Michelle her bra and panties. Matching bellies and
breasts, the same swell of hips and curve of thighs.
Two beautiful bodies standing, hand in hand.
“Magnificent,” Anna whispered, and twirled her sister
back in close, stopping when they were pressed breast
to breast, belly to belly. Michelle tossed one leg up
and wrapped it around Anna, just like they’d seen on
“Dancing with the Stars.” Again they kissed, groping
lusting hands around each other’s backs.

Michelle found the hooks of her sister’s bra and
unclasped them, letting the ends drop. Anna returned
the favor. Only the pressure of their bodies together
kept their bras on.

They swayed together for a moment, and then Anna pushed
her sister back. Michelle’s strapless bra dropped
between their feet, but Anna had to shrug out of her
straps. And there they were. Anna was naked from the
waist up; Michelle was down to nothing but a damp pair
of satin panties. Michelle realized that the freckles
on her sister’s face and shoulders kept on down her
breasts, and when she checked her own body she realized
hers did too. How about that.

Michelle looked back at her sister’s body. Here were
two identical pairs of freckled breasts, with identical
red nipples standing up rock hard. Anna gestured at her
own chest, and Michelle lunged forward, taking one
nipple between her lips. As she sucked and nibbled,
Anna reached down, pressing and kneading Michelle’s
breasts just the way she’d directed moments earlier.

“Oh God,” Anna moaned. “Oh God oh God, yes, just like
that.”

Michelle reached around and grabbed her sister’s ass
through the jeans, stroking that perfect curve through
the fabric. Anna’s ass was so firm. It was a touch of
this ass in just this way that had awakened the lust
the twin sisters felt within themselves. She fondled
Anna’s ass while sucking Anna’s tits, switching from
one nipple to another.

Suddenly Anna’s knees buckled and she fell over
backward, dropping onto the couch like she’d been hit
in the face. Michelle tumbled on top of her, scared and
confused.

“What happened?” Michelle asked, standing up off her
sister’s limp body. Anna just lay there with her eyes
closed, looking dazed. “Anna? Honey?” Michelle grabbed
her sister’s shoulders and gave her a small shake. “Are
you okay?”

Anna opened her eyes just a crack and smiled, looking
dazed. “More than okay, lover. I never had one of those
with a man.”

Michelle took a moment to realize what Anna meant, but
then her eyes went wide. “You never had an orgasm with
David?”

“Small ones, maybe,” Anna said, and wrapped her arms
around Michelle’s neck. “Never one that powerful.” She
pulled her sister down to her level and kissed her
hard.

Michelle put her hands back on Anna’s breasts and
rubbed, but Anna grabbed her wrists and pulled them off
her body. “What?” Michelle was even more confused.
“You’re not done yet, are you?”

“Not hardly,” Anna replied, pulling Michelle atop her
by the waist and crushing their bodies together. “But
it’s time to change tactics.”

With that Anna rolled both of them over so she was on
top of Michelle, kissing her mouth and slipping her
hands under Michelle’s panties to finger her crack.
Anna rocked her body in wide circles, mashing their
breasts and pussies together in the most delicious way.
Michelle worked to keep up the kiss, and stroked her
hands over the small of her sister’s back, but her legs
were limp with ecstasy.

After keeping that up for a minute, Anna slipped her
mouth off Michelle’s lips and began kissing her way
down her twin’s chin, across her neck, down her chest.
Anna ran her tongue all around Michelle’s cleavage and
nibbled each nipple, before moving to Michelle’s navel.
She stuck her tongue in and ran it round her sister’s
taut belly button while Michelle squealed in anguish
and delight.

“Stop, stop,” Michelle hollered, even though she held
Anna’s head in place and laughed like a madwoman. “That
tickles!”

“I know,” Anna said with a smile. “Doesn’t it feel
good?”

“Like heaven,” Michelle answered.

Anna hooked her fingers in the elastic of Michelle’s
panties and gave a single hard yank to pull them down
over her sister’s thighs. Michelle wiggled her legs
until her sopping wet panties dangled off one ankle,
and then gave them a kick in the direction of her
dress. She now lay completely naked under her sexy
sister.

Without realizing she was doing it, Michelle lifted her
knees and spread her thighs wide. Anna’s face
disappeared down into Michelle’s thatch, and Michelle
felt her sister’s tongue lap out to taste her juices.
Anna’s tongue moved around her cunt lips several times,
pausing to such on her clit, then slipped up into her
slit. It was so thick and firm inside her, and she felt
her hips buck and lunge in pleasure. “Oh God!” she
cried. “Yes! Like that!”

Anna licked and sucked at her sister for several
minutes, like a real pro. Just as Michelle would start
to reach orgasm, Anna would suddenly pull back and
start kissing her thighs and knees. Michelle was sure
if she didn’t come soon, she would explode from the
pressure, but she didn’t want it to end. The feel of
her sister’s mouth and hands and hair and shoulders all
over her lower half was torture like no other pleasure
she’d ever been through.

Then finally, as Michelle approached her grand
cataclysmic orgasm, her body would not be denied.
Without her command, her thighs clamped on Anna’s ears
and held her head there, with her tongue deep inside
her sister’s cunt, as her body was wracked with spasm
after spasm of agonizing joy. Michelle slammed her
fists into the couch cushions four, five, six, seven
times. “Yes!” she cried. “Anna! Yes! Anna! Lover! Yes!”

Finally Michelle’s orgasm passed and her legs relaxed,
letting Anna drop to the floor. Both were exhausted.
Michelle lifted her head enough to notice that Anna lay
in a tangle of limbs and long black hair at her feet.
This would not do, she realized. Michelle pushed back
with her shoulders and slid to the floor.

Anna and Michelle lay there together. Anna hugged her
sister’s waist, while Michelle cuddled her sister’s
neck. Anna shifted a little so she could lay her warm,
creamy cheek on Michelle’s freckled breast. They lay
that way for several minutes, neither one daring to
talk.

“Thank you,” Anna finally said.

“No, thank you,” Michelle replied. “You’re a perfect
teacher.”

“I thought I was the teacher,” Anna said, still resting
her head on Michelle’s breast, “but you taught me today
that I have so much to learn about a woman’s body.
You’re the best lover I’ve ever had.”

Michelle raised one hand to tenderly stroke her
sister’s raven hair. It was so soft and thick under her
fingers. “I love you, Anna.”

“I want to marry you,” Anna answered.

Michelle laughed out loud, making Anna’s head bounce up
and down on her breast. “No one would ever allow that.”

“Not openly, maybe. But if two people are in love, and
they pledge themselves to each other forever, how is
that different from being married?”

Michelle had no answer for that. “I told you, it was
just this one time. You’re my sister. My identical
twin.”

“I’m a lot more than that now.”

“An hour ago I had to plead with you just to teach me
to make love, now you want us to be together forever.”
She picked up a huge handful of her sister’s shiny
black hair, held it to her face, and breathed in the
scent of sweat and shampoo and love. What a romantic
fragrance. She rubbed the hair on the tender flesh of
her neck.

Twin hair on a twin throat. Twins who find each other
and become one, body and soul. Michelle felt her heart
begin to beat with passion and lust again. “Anna, I
would be honored to be your secret wife,” she said.

Anna lifted her head off Michelle’s tit and craned
around to look at her sister’s face. “I love you,
Michelle.”

The sisters sat up together so they could put their
faces on the same level. They leaned together to kiss,
holding each other’s necks, tasting each other’s
tongues. At last they broke the kiss and leaned
together, foreheads pressed together, studying each
other’s naked breasts.

“If you want to marry me, though, I do have one
request,” Michelle said.

“What’s that?”

Michelle patted her sister’s thigh, still clad in
tight-fitting low rider jeans. “I’m not going to be the
only naked one when we make love.”

Anna laughed, clasped Michelle’s face between her
hands, and lavished her cheeks and eyes and chin with
kisses. “I have so much to learn about a woman’s body,”
she whispered.

“So do I,” Michelle said.

“Then let’s learn together.” Anna hugged Michelle to
her body, caressed her sister’s back and bottom, kissed
her neck and ears. “But I already know one thing that
will make you a better lover than any man could ever
be.”

“What’s that?”

Anna took one hand and began to rub her thumb up
between Michelle’s thighs. “Multiple orgasms.”

The sisters laughed out loud together, their bodies
bouncing, breasts rubbing together. Twin flesh moving
in perfect time. True sisters. True love.

Anna laid back in a stretch, spreading her arms and her
legs. “It’s your turn to be the teacher,” she said.
“Teach your sister-lover what you want me to do with
your body.”

Michelle twisted up onto her hands and knees. Slowly,
seductively, she crawled up until her breasts hung over
Anna’s lips. She grasped one full, firm tit in her hand
and lowered it to her sister’s mouth. “I want to know
what it feels like when a woman sucks on me.”

Michelle lowered herself down while Anna raised herself
up.

Sisters, lovers, twins.

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