Date: Tue, 06 May 2003 03:56:18 +0000
From: Archduke Methuselah <ariasheria@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aria and Sheria 1 (ff, ws, dom)

I don't remember when we first started sleeping in the same bed. We'd always
shared a room, I guess at some stage we had just begun sleeping together to
keep warm, or perhaps even because we were scared of the dark. But I do know
that that was well before we hit puberty, and so we were well used to the
feel of having each other close as we slept.

My sister and I are identical twins. We live in a suburban house in Sydney
with our mother and father and we go to school at a fairly large public
school. We'd lived in the same house all our lives, and in terms of most
things, led a fairly average normal life. Our family would fit well into the
'middle australia' bracket.

I remember as we went into puberty, where most young girls would begin
exploring themselves, we began exploring each other. Touching each other
when we slept together, eventually masturbating together. At first it was
all done almost silently, as though we were just touching ourselves. But
gradually we began to talk about what we were doing. Telling each other what
we were thinking, what we wanted the other to do to us. I remember the first
time we began to kiss each other. At first we thought maybe this was just
practicing to kiss boys when we were older. But we both knew that we enjoyed
it for more than just that thought.

Our mother had always washed us and dressed us together as babies. So when
we were old enough to be washing ourselves, and dressing ourselves, we just
continued doing it together. Each morning we'd wake up, take off our
nighties, and shower together, each washing the other. It was in the shower
that many of our first explorations took place. It felt good to be so close
to my sister, growing up so close to her. I knew her body like it was my
own, because it virtually was my own. We hit puberty at exactly the same
time, growing hair, growing breasts at exactly the same time. Beginning to
feel sexual for the first time. When our mother told us about sex for the
first time, I remember being fascinated by the thought of a boy, of having
sex with a boy. But it wasn't long before I realised that what I had been
doing with my sister was sexual, that I was making love to her every night
as we slept next to each other in the same bed, as we showered together. As
we got a little bit older we stopped wearing nighties, instead loving the
feeling of our skin clinging together. I never thought about it then, but
when we lay as spoons, I always seemed to be behind my sister, holding her
close to me, kissing her neck, my hands stroking her stomach, her thighs,
her breasts. I remember that not long after we began to shave our legs, I
had the idea to shave our pussies as well.

I told my sister my idea, and she immediately loved it. The next morning we
awoke early, and I led my sister into the bathroom. We showered together,
kissing, caressing, washing each other lovingly and carefully. I then asked
my sister to sit on the edge of the bath and to spread her legs. She sat
back, her legs as far as they could go, while I reached for a razor and some
cream. But first I brought my face close, and looked carefully at everything
I was going to do. I asked her to stay very still, and began trimming the
hair close to the skin with scissors. Fairly soon, my sister had only short
spiky black hairs all over her yoni. I looked up and she smiled at me, so I
began massaging the shaving cream into the skin above her lips, gradually
working it down along each lip and then around her arse. I was enjoying
touching her so much, I loved to touch her so much. I began with the razor
below her navel, sweeping it down swiftly to the top of her slit and seeing
soft white skin appear where before there was coarse hair. After the first
sweep, I ran my finger across the skin, and my sister shivered. I quickly
took the rest of the hair away above her slit, before leaning in close to
look at how best to do her lips. I asked my sister to pull her knees up to
her chest and to keep her legs spread as far as possible. She did that, but
I wasn't sure it was wide enough, so I asked her to lay on the floor,
pulling her legs up to her chest and out of the way. This spread her lips
apart, and I could see that she was quite wet between them. I was getting
excited that she was enjoying this so much, but also that I was beginning to
be able to see her pussy so much more clearly.

I began carefully moving the razor over her left lip, wanting to be close
enough to create perfect smoothness, but not to cut her. I couldn't have
bared to harm such a perfect vagina. Gradually her lips were free of hair,
and rather than white, they were slightly red from excitement. I could smell
her scent wafting towards me, and I began to think of tasting her, something
I had never done before. But before I did this I had to remove the hair from
her anus. I rolled her over, placing my hand under her stomach to get her to
kneel on all fours. I then pushed her knees as far apart as they could go,
spreading her smooth white cheeks wide apart. I quickly shaved the hair from
her hole. As soon as I had, I leaned forward, til I was only a centimetre or
so from her anus. Then, I couldn't resist, and quickly placed a lip kiss on
her arsehole. My sister jumped. I had never kissed her down there, but I
knew she liked it, as she turned around to me smiling and blew a kiss at me.
I reached for a washer, and wetting it with warm water, began to wash away
the shaving cream and hairs still sticking to her. When I had finished, I
was amazed by how beautiful her pussy looked hairless. I asked her to sit on
the edge of the bath again so I could get a better look, and as she pushed
her legs apart, her scent once again attacked my nostrils. I moved in close,
and before I even realised what I was doing, I had run my tongue between her
lips. She looked down at me a little surprised, but at the same time moaned
gently. I was immediately addicted to her taste, and moved my mouth to her
lips and began kissing them like a mouth. My tongue pushed inside her
opening, seeking more of the divine liquid I had just tasted. My sister put
her hands around my head and pushed me into her. She then put one hand down
between her stomach and my forehead and began touching her clitoris,
masturbating while my tongue danced inside of her, drinking her nectar.
Without realising, we continually moved faster, til she was actually
standing, pushing herself against my face, riding me with my tongue deep
inside her, as deep as I could push it. It wasn't long until her orgasm
caused her to drench my face in her juices, as I licked and drank as much of
them as I could. Then I stood between her legs and she straight away began
licking her liquids from my face. This was the most amazing thing we had
done. After we kissed for what seemed like months, but was perhaps only
twenty seconds I asked her to shave me. Soon I was as clean and beautiful as
she was, and she had also tasted my juices, her tongue pushing inside me as
far as possible, drinking me. At school that day we were on edge all day as
our sensitive pussy skin rubbed against our panties.


As you can see, growing up together had made us very close, and we had
become lovers. We slept together naked every night, showered together every
morning, and kissed as often as we could. We never made it obvious to our
parents that we were in love with each other, but we didn't deliberately
hide it either.

And so here we are now, both sixteen years old and in year 10 at school. We
were both still pretty much identical. We were around 170cm tall, weighing
about 65kg each. This made us slim without being bony, allowing us to have
what I thought were particularly delicious curves. We had c-cup breasts, and
round, very kissable bottoms. We had never particularly enjoyed sunbathing,
preferring instead to be inside making love, and because of this we had very
white skin. We had become a little more adventurous sexually, and a little
more aware of the world. To school we wore fairly short blue skirts that
went about half way down our thighs, under which we generally wore g-strings
(thongs for you americans). On top we wore tight white blouses, which in the
right light were just a little bit transparent. You could certainly see the
outline of our bras through the material, particularly if we didn't wear
white ones. And if we chose not to wear bras, then our nipples were clearly
visible. We had quite a few friends, but we were never as close to them as
we were to each other.

Every afternoon after school, we would generally rush home, going straight
to our room where we would make love. Sometimes we would slowly embrace,
kissing each other passionately before slowly undressing each other. Other
times we would attack each other, tearing each others clothes off desperate
to taste each other. Often we would sixty nine, bringing each other to
orgasm, but refusing to stop, and continually bringing each other to orgasm
for hours. Sometimes we'd bathe together, relishing the hot water
surrounding us.

One afternoon which I'll relate followed a similar pattern. We got off the
schoolbus and ran quickly inside, holding hands as we ran. I led my sister
upstairs to the bathroom, kissing her as we did so, stumbling up each step
since we were too busy kissing to watch where we were going. When we reached
the bathroom, my sister leaned over the edge of the bath to turn on the
taps, while I stood behind, watching as her skirt rode up revealing her
bottom covered only by a g-string. I knelt behind her and began kissing her
left  buttock, my hand kneading her right buttock. My tongue and lips
wandered around her beautifully round cheek, before I decided to let it
wander between the cheeks. I used my tongue to hook around her g-string to
pull it out of the way and then lightly ran my tongue up her valley,
repeating and gradually pushing harder, on the last stroke of my tongue I
stopped at her anus, and began tickling it with the tip of my tongue. The
front of my sisters blouse was starting to get wet from the steam rising
from the bathtub, and her bra was showing through. I reached one hand up and
began to cup her breast, pushing it up against her chest, then reaching
through a space between buttons, I touched her skin. Meanwhile I was pushing
my face hard up against her bottom, pushing my tongue against her anus,
feeling her muscle begin to relax as I forced my tongue into her hole. I
loved to kiss my sister here, it was a different feeling to kissing her
pussy, and it was altogether delicious. Just the taste of her skin was bliss
for my tongue. As my tongue began to slip inside her I could feel her
clenching her sphincter around it, crushing it, I was loving this, my hands
caressing her breasts, my tongue being caressed by her arsehole and the site
of her cheeks so close up against my face. But all too soon the bath was
ready, and I pushed her forward so she slid down into it, even with her
clothes still on.

She fell in face first and quickly rolled in the water so that she was lying
on her back. Our bath is not particularly deep, and at one end the side is
contoured to lie back against with a head rest. As she lay back against the
head rest her breasts just broke the water, visible through the thin white
fabric of her shirt and bra. I looked at her for a moment, before quickly
removing all my clothes. I stood at the side of the bath for a moment,
looking down at her, reaching between my legs and beginning to stroke my
outer labia with a finger on each, slowly spreading them for my sisters
view. I then climbed onto the edge of the bath and kneeling on my shins so
that they were each on one side of my sisters head, I lowered my pussy onto
her face. And oh the feeling of electricity as her tongue first touched me,
parting my lips and kissing my goddess, my clitoris that she knew how to
pleasure so well. As she lapped at my juices, pushing her tongue inside me,
and licking up underneath the hood of my clitoris, I lost myself in a wave
of pleasure and began pushing myself down hard on her face. I lost all sense
of anything but pleasure and began slamming my clitoris down on her nose,
her tongue burying itself in me on each thrust. By the time I'd come, I was
screaming at the top of my lungs, while my sister gripped me with a hand
clenched hard into each of my arse cheeks. After I came, I stayed where I
was, realising my sister had put one of her hands beneath the water to
pleasure herself. I could feel her moaning into my pussy, and the vibrations
were pure ecstasy. I knew that when she came I would as well. I kept rubbing
myself against her face as I felt her moan louder and louder. Before long I
could feel her screaming into my pussy, the sounds well muffled by it. And
then I felt her whole body begin to shudder as she came, and this set me off
again, for the second time my juices all but drowned her as she was forced
to stop screaming long enough to swallow them. After that orgasm, I slid
down into the bath, collapsing on top of her as she cradled my head in her
arms. I was only weak for a moment though, before I began kissing her,
tasting my juices on her face, in her mouth, sharing the peachy taste with
her. I was in heaven. I knew she was in heaven with me. At the same time,
our hands wandered down each others bodies and we began fingering each
other, slowly, delicately, while we kissed with complete abandon.

After we got out of the bath, we realised we had better do some homework,
and I made a suggestion to my sister. By the way, my sisters name is Aria,
and mine is Sheria. I suggested that while I did my homework, she could
kneel between my legs and pleasure me, and that in return I would do the
same when she did her homework. Aria immediately agreed to the idea, and
went straight away and kneeled under my desk waiting for me. She was still
wearing her school blouse, which was clinging tight to her soaking wet bra.
She had taken off her skirt, but still wore a transparent white g-string
through which I could clearly see that she was excited. The material was
almost dripping with her juices. I couldn't wait to drink of them. I quickly
got my books and laid them on the desk, before carefully positioning myself
on the egde of the chair to give her access to my pussy and my arsehole. I
shuddered with pleasure as she applied her tongue flat against my clitoris
and began licking. I wondered how I was going to concentrate on my study!

Somehow though, I managed, even though I paused once or twice as she made me
come. Gradually I was getting my homework done, carefully working out some
maths, thoughtfully thinking about an english paper. After I had been
working for a while though I realised I need to go to pee, and I said so to
Aria, but instead of moving away from me, she instead grasped her hands
around my back and refused to let me go. I laughed and said to her 'aria, if
I don't go now, you might end up getting a bit wetter than you are.' She
looked up at me for a moment, and then said a single word, 'pee,' and then
put her mouth tight around the lips of my pussy. I sat there shocked for a
moment, realising she wanted to drink my pee. After a few moments of my
hesitation, she began pushing on my lower stomach with her hand, trying to
make me go. I hesitated for another fraction of a second, before I let my
piss stream into her mouth. She must have had her throat open, as it glided
easily down into her stomach, filling her completely. She didn't even gag.
As it flowed into her mouth, I realised it was exciting me so much, and I
looked down to see her hand in her panties rubbing herself rapidly. After a
little while, I had finished, and she swallowed deeply, before frantically
licking me up and down, cleaning the last drops from my skin. I lost control
once again and began humping myself against her face, so hugely excited by
what she had just done. I came so quickly from her licking, and I virtually
exploded with juice, giving her yet another feast to swallow down, before I
pulled her up onto my lap to lick her face, and taste my pee in her mouth. I
kissed her passionately, stripping her blouse off and pulling her bra down.
I broke the kiss and looked her in the eyes for a moment, and whispered 'I
love you Aria.' I then lent forward and took her cold, wet nipple into my
mouth, warming it, and nibbling gently  at it. Then feeling her need, I
reached my hand underneath her, pushing aside her soaking g-string, and
pushed my fingers inside of her. At first I began moving my hand up and down
inside her, but she put her arm down and held my hand still. She then began
moving herself up and down on my fingers, masturbating herself to an
amazingly beautiful orgasm as I bit down hard on her nipple. She screamed so
loud I thought that people next door might hear, but I really didn't care.