Twins

By Misty Meadow

Last month my twin sister Dusty and I struck gold. We were approached by an older boy at school who wanted to sell us a laptop for a ridiculously low price. He'd probably stolen it. We pooled our cash, promising to pay the balance tomorrow, and when we got home, we unplugged the laptop our Mum bought for us for our birthday and plugged in our purchase, which looked identical. We logged on to the internet and typed “Lesbian sex” into the search box. Bingo! Unlike the other, this had no parental controls and up popped the most thrilling sites depicting beautiful young women doing things with each other that two twelve year olds shouldn't even be thinking about.

Since then, Mum's been wondering why we spend so much time up in our room and we tell her we're studying, omitting the fact that our subject is lesbian sex. Dusty and I have already decided that we're gay. We've had crushes on the same teachers at the same time, none of which lead to anything, and we've kissed a few girls, again with little result. All the girls at school seem to be focused on boys, who don't interest us.

We're identical twins, with the same DNA, the same taste in clothes and music and we finish each other's sentences. We're half of each other and can't imaging how we'd ever be apart.

Tonight, it's late and we've been watching our favourite sites, where girls, all over eighteen (we've tried to find girls of our own age having sex, with no luck) are licking each other crazy. Though a few seem to be genuine, their grunts and groans appear to be faked, with a lot of overacting, so we've switched to a fisting site. It's hard to believe that a cunt can accommodate a whole hand, but it doesn't seem to cause any pain. We look at several videos, but after a while, they all start to look the same and the novelty wears off. Nevertheless, we still feel sexually aroused.

“Let's give it a rest, Misty,” she says, “and take a shower.” We shut the lap top down and take our school uniform dresses off. We're both wearing identical white cotton knickers, in fact, we own our knickers communally as it were, all in one drawer and whenever one of us needs a clean pair, we just them from the top of the pile, regardless of who wore them last. I look at her, noticing for the first time that her boobs are just beginning to show. In the mirror, I see mine are too, a pair of almost imperceptible swellings and my nipples look larger. I pull the front of my knickers out and look down into them. Wow! A few tiny hairs have sprouted, seemingly overnight.

“Hey, look!” I say excitedly, dragging my knickers down to mid thigh. “I've got hair!” She bends down and peers at my cunt.

“Wow, you have!” She pulls her own knickers down and we can see that she has them, too. Our knickers fall to the floor and we step out of them. “And look! Our tits have started,” she says. “We'll be getting our periods soon. We have to record this milestone moment.” She reaches for her phone. I put my hands on my bum and thrust my hips forward as she takes a picture, then poses for me as I take one of her. We go into the bathroom and stand side by side looking at ourselves in the mirror.

Dusty and I see each other naked several times a day and think nothing of it. We also often see Mum naked and we do agree that as mum go, she's pretty hot. She makes no secret of the fact that she's gay and that her overnight “guests” are looking for more than just a place to sleep, but up until now, nudity is merely that time when we happen to have no clothes on for one reason or another and there's nothing remarkable about it. We're all family, so what does it matter?

But at this moment, something has changed. We've always been aware that we're pretty; everyone says so with sincerity, but we've never thought of each other as sexy. Whether it's the stimulus of watching all that porn, or the fact that tonight we've discovered our bodies are beginning to change, we've just realised that we are sexy, more than just pretty young girls, and our hormones must be changing as well. Until now, our belief that we're gay has been little more than an idea, based on our earlier crushes on older girls and our lack of interest in boys, but at this moment, the sight of Dusty's body has a powerful attraction for me, and as we're so tuned in to each other, our thoughts always so similar, she must feel the same way about me. I run my eyes up and down her body, aware that she's doing the same to me.

“Two fucking sexy looking chicks,” I say and she grins. “I think we should shave our cunts like the girls on the internet.” In almost all of the pictures and videos we've seen, the girls are cleanly shaved. We think hairy bushes are ugly.

“I agree. Why don't we shave each other?” Normally, this idea would surprise me but because of our new realisation (and having just watched some extreme gay porn), the sexually charged atmosphere has made us ready for anything.

“Good idea.” I find shaving soap, a brush and a razor in the medicine cabinet and Dusty sits on the lid of the loo as I kneel between her feet and brush soap all over her cunt area. With one finger pressed against her tiny clit to protect it, I carefully shave her mound, wipe the excess soap off then run my hand all over to check for stubble. It's perfectly smooth. She grins down at me.

This isn't the first time I've touched my sister's cunt. When we were little girls, seven or eight years old, and had just learned about fucking, we pushed our fingers into each other, pretending they were dicks. It did feel nice and it felt good to do naughty stuff, but we were too young to be sexually aroused and we never repeated it. A few times when Dusty was naked, I wondered what it'd be like to touch her cunt again, but I was afraid she might reject me and put a dent in our close friendship. Tonight, I've had a good excuse to touch her cunt and I liked it.

“My turn now,” she says, getting up and taking over. I sit on the loo and spread my legs, leaning back. She looks closely at my cunt. “Your lips are beginning to grow and I can just make out your clit.” Having her look at me like this is getting me excited and a warm wave runs through my tummy. As she lathers me up, the brush tickles my cunt delightfully and she shaves me, her fingers protecting my vulnerable parts, then wipes me and checks me like I did. Her hand seems to linger on my cunt a bit longer than strictly necessary, which I don't mind one bit. “This is nice and naughty,” she says and I give her my best dazzling smile.

“We should shower together more often,” I say.

“What if Mum notices?”

“She won't care.” We step into the shower, turn the water on and adjust the temperature. I take the hand held shower head, turn it to “pulse” and aim it at Dusty's cunt.

“Just to get the last of the shaving soap off,” I say. She bends her knees outwards, with a dreamy look on her face.

“That feels awesome! Let me do it to you.” The pulsing jet on my cunt is nothing new; I do it to myself all the time, but the fact that she's doing it makes it much more thrilling. I soap her back and bum and as she turns to face me I can't resist lathering her soon-to-be titties. I feel her nipples stiffen. She takes the soap and does my back, then reaches round to do my boobs and as my own nipples harden, her hand slides down my tummy and goes right between my legs. I let out a long sigh to let her know that I like it. I spread my feet to give her better access and she slides a finger into me.

“Remember when we did this as kids?” she says. “Why did we stop?”

“We were too young to appreciate how good it could be.”

“I wanted to do it again, but you didn't seem interested.”

“I thought you weren't. I wish you had. We should make up for lost time.” She laughs.

“Now soap my cunt,” she says, turning away from me and I reach round, press my hand between her legs and probe with my middle finger. Like mine, her cherry was popped a long time ago.

“We're a couple of dirty lesbians,” I whisper in her ear.

“Being finger fucked is awesome!” she says, “this is the naughtiest and best thing we've ever done, Misty. I love it! We've gotta try all that stuff we see on the web, all those things that lesbians do.”

“Absolutely!” I agree.

“Does it bother you that we're sisters?” she asks. I think for a second.

“It should, but fuck it! Let's do whatever we like. Does incest apply to lesbians like it does with brothers with sisters, or daddies with daughters?”

“I don't know and I don't care,” she says. “No one's ever gonna know. I wanna get really 'dirty', Misty, don't you?” I know what she means; nothing to do with poor hygiene.

“Let's be sluts, fucking whores, dirty bitches, cunt hungry dykes!” She laughs. We rinse off, go into our bedroom, standing side by side, looking into the full length mirror with fresh eyes. You wouldn't have to be a paedophile to appreciate how erotic we look as we admire each other's naked bodies.

“Let's go and show Mum our new tits,” she says.

“Good idea.” We go down the living room where Mum is sitting on the couch watching TV, wearing a flimsy, translucent nightie. She's a petite woman, her gayness accentuated by her short cut hair, her elfin face and small breasts. She has a Peter Pan eternal youth appearance, as much a boy as a girl, a magnet to lesbians who like that androgynous look.

She sees us and her face lights up.

“What are my two darlings doing in their birthday suits?”

“We've got tits, Mum,” I announce. “We wanted to show you.”

“Come here and let me look at you. Oh, my God, you have! They're just beginning to grow. Soon you'll be women, No pubic hair, though?”

“Yes, but we shaved it off,” Dusty says. “Cunt hair is ugly.”

“I quite agree,” she says. Come and sit with me.” We sit either side of her and she puts her arms round our shoulders, pulling us close. “I'm so lucky to have two such beautiful daughters. I'm so proud of you. You're both starting to look quite sexy.”

“But not as sexy as you, Mum,” I say.

“I hope you'll both grow up to be gay,” she says. “Gay girls have more fun, it's a fact.” I believe her.

“I think we're gay already,” Dusty says.

“If I had a bigger house, I'd put you in separate bedrooms,” she chuckles. “Who knows what you're getting up to, sleeping in the same room.” I'm sure she's not serious.

“Would that be so bad?” Dusty asks, boldly. Mum ponders for a second.

“I don't suppose it would matter. You love each other and you'd never hurt each other. But it's just academic, isn't it? You do love me, don't you?”

“To bits,” I say, leaning my cheek against her breast. Dusty, on the other side, does the same, then, astonishingly, turns her head and kisses Mum's nipple.

“Now stop that, you naughty girl,” Mum says, gently. Dusty grins and we both get up.

“Goodnight, Mum,” we say, simultaneously and walk away, aware that she's looking at our swaying bums. Upstairs, we plonk on to our beds.

“Was it my imagination, or were Mum's nipples hard?” I ask.

“Why do you think I kissed it? I think we turned her on.” It's hard to get my head around it, but then she's gay and we were two naked nymphets cuddling up to her. If I can arouse my sister (and she, me), why shouldn't I arouse my mother? The implications are almost frightening.

In our bedroom, we lie down on our backs on our separate beds. The weather's too hot to get under the covers. I'm still aroused by everything that's happened this evening and I desperately want to masturbate. We each know the other does it, but until now, we've always pleasured ourselves quietly under the covers, in the dark, each suspecting the other is doing the same, but never speaking of it. Tonight I don't care. All my inhibitions have gone out of the window, and I put my hand down between my legs and lay my finger along my slit and slide it up and down. Dusty props herself up on one elbow and looks across at me. She grins.

“You can watch if you like,” I say, suddenly wanting her to see me in my most private moment.

“You, too.” Her own fingers caress her cunt and my heart pounds as I see two fingers go inside her. Masturbating has never been this exciting, watching and being watched by the girl I love. I spread my legs as wide as they'll go and put my own two fingers into my wet cunt. I'm so aroused that in less than a minute, I cum, waves of pleasure spreading through my whole body, my toes curling. I keep my fingers inside myself, thrusting them in and out, not so much for my own pleasure, but so that Dusty can enjoy watching me and a few seconds later, she cums, letting out a long high pitched note and a deep sigh.

“That was awesome, Dusty! We should do this again.”

“Like every night,” she says, grinning.

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“The school term ends on Friday,” Mum says, a few days later. “How would you like to take a holiday, I mean a real trip overseas?”

“Sounds, good,” I say. Dusty agrees.

“I've been doing some research on the internet and I've found a really cheap package holiday in Ibiza. Thing is, it's a naturist resort.”

“Nudists? Cool!” I say. Dusty smiles.

“You girls like to hang around with nothing on, and this'll be a chance for you to showcase your new tits.” She must be reading our minds. We've always taken to heart Mum's philosophy that we should be proud of our bodies and this'll be a chance to show ourselves off. “If I book it now, we can go in two weeks. Shall we do it?”

“YES!” we cry in unison.

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We've broadened our search on the internet, visiting more gay porn sites, looking for naked girls of our own age, but we never find any. We'd like to have our own web page on which we could pose naked, shamelessly showing off our cunts and new tits to the whole world, imagining thousands of lesbians getting wet as they looked at our provocative poses, but we know we'd run afoul of child porn laws, so it's out of the question. Nevertheless, we've been taking nude pictures of each other or together, using the timing feature on our phones. We even photograph ourselves with our hands on each other's cunts and tits, junior lesbians looking innocent and sexy at the same time, always smiling invitingly at the camera.

One evening, naked as usual, we watch a long video of two girls in their late teens having uninhibited sex, apparently deeply in love, kissing and saying intimate and inviting things, telling each other how good it all is, each letting the other know what she wants, finally ending up head to tail, licking each other's cunts furiously. It does not look faked.

“Wow!” says Dusty, “that was hot.”

“It got me wet,” I agree. Then, out of the blue, she asks me if she can kiss me. I'm shocked. Fingering each other is one thing; although exciting, it's just sex. Watching each other masturbate is blissful, yes, but actual kissing on the lips is in another league entirely. Oh, don't get me wrong, we peck each other on the lips now and again, when we're saying “goodbye” for instance, but those kisses never last, but tonight I know she wants a real, sloppy, mouth-open, tongue-thrusting kiss, swapping a lot of saliva. She's my sister and it's just too intimate. She senses my hesitation.

“Only on my cunt,” I say. Somehow, that's doesn't seem so incestuous. Like I said, it's just sex and right now we're both aroused, as revealed by the aroma of wet cunt in the air. She pushes me on to my back on my bed and crawls between my thighs, pressing her mouth on my cunt. My heart is pounding in my chest, feeling about to explode. I dig my fingers into her scalp and pull her hard against me, as her tongue goes inside me. I wish lesbians had evolved with longer tongues. Then she drags her tongue from the bottom end of my cunt right up to the top where my tiny clit is developing. She purses her lips and sucks on it, apparently unable to get enough of it. Almost right away I cum, harder than ever before in my life. My legs clamp on her head and I let out a loud groan as the wave of lust sweeps through me. When I finally relax, she looks up at me, her wet face bearing a beaming smile.

“My God, you taste so fucking good! I made you cum, didn't I?”

“You did, and it was heavenly. Now I'm gonna do it to you. I'm gonna lick your brains out.” We swap positions and when my tongue touches her cunt, a wave of lust washes over me and I almost cum again. I bring her to a climax in less than a minute and we lie back, basking in the afterglow.

“Next time,” she says, “let's do it head to tail and try to cum at the same time.”

“Sixty nine,” I say.

“My favourite number.”

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The flight to Ibiza is uneventful. We bus to the naturist resort, a modern hotel next to a long beach. Dusty and I share a room with a big double bed. It's lovely to curl up with her as we go to sleep, and at daybreak, one of us will wake the other with a gently sexual assault. Although the staff wear T shirts and shorts, all the guests are naked, except in the dining room where we wear napkins on our laps. We look for attractive girls, but most guests are families, many of them overweight, displaying acres of cellulite and drooping little dicks. The few kids of our age aren't interested in us. An older man tries to hit up on us but we tell him to fuck off. Although we like being naked all day long and letting everyone see our new tits (still barely perceptible) and our undeveloped cunts, it's not as thrilling as we thought it'd be and the novelty soon wears off.

On our last morning, wearing nothing but sandals and carrying beach towels. we walk along to the end of the beach, where a rocky outcrop extends into the sea. We climb to the top of the rocks and see a small beach with another outcrop beyond it.

“This could be our own private place,” Dusty says. “We could have sex al fresco.”

“With the added thrill that someone might discover us.” She laughs. We scramble down the other side, watching our step carefully on the slippery weed covered rocks, then look up to see that the beach is not deserted. Two naked females are lying on a large beach towel.

“Oh, my God,” Dusty whispers, “they're making out!” Lying side by side, they're kissing and each has a hand on the other's cunt. We stand there, our excitement growing. This is like watching gay porn, but for real. We see fingers thrusting between wet lips. I recognise them; they're guests at the resort though we've never spoken. One of them sees us and they break apart, propping themselves up on their elbows. They're in their early twenties.

“Seen enough?” one of them asks, angrily.

“It's okay,” Dusty calls, “we're gay too.” Her friend laughs.

“You're too young to be gay,” she says, derisively.

“No we're not,” I counter, “we're twelve and look, we have tits.”

“And we have sex,” Dusty offers.

“With each other?” the first girl asks. “I doubt it as you're obviously twins.”

“That's a secret,” Dusty says, giving the game away.

“Come over here and let's get a look at you. Ooh, Delia, look what we have. Gay twins, incestuous nymphets. How delicious!”

“Do gay twins have sex together, Morgan?” Delia asks.

“Depends. These two look sexy enough. How can they resist each other?” Good question. Delia laughs.

“I didn't know you were into little girls, Delia,” Morgan says.

“Who isn't? These two Lolitas could make any girl wet.”

“Why don't you talk to us instead of about us,” I say. “I'm Misty and this is Dusty. Were you having sex at twelve?” They both laugh.

“I was eating pussy when I was eleven,” Delia confesses, “and Morgan here, well, she was a late developer.”

“I was fourteen, but I made up for lost time.”

“We eat pussy,” Dusty offers. I take hold of her arm, signaling that she's revealing too much.

“Each other's, I bet,” Morgan says. “Do you sleep in the same room?” I nod. “Oh, what a lovely thought, twin nymphets eating each other's cunts. That's something I'd kill to see!”

“So you're both paedophiles,” I say, “into little girls?”

“Not until a few minutes ago,” says Delia, grinning, “but now I think we've just become perverts. Has anyone told you that you're gorgeous?”

“Frequently and very sincerely,” Dusty affirms.

“I've never eaten a twelve year old pussy,” Morgan says.

“I remember it as being awesome,” Delia says. “I find it hard to imagine you guys are not doing it together.” Our lack of denial tells all.

“Oh, my God!” Morgan cries, “Do it for us. Go head to tail and lick each other's lovely little cunts!”

“No fucking way!” Dusty says. “What Misty and I do together is private.”

“Then let us eat you,” Delia says, her eyes alight with excitement. I look at Dusty and I think I know what's in her mind. Gay sex with anonymous strangers who are by no means unattractive? Sooner or later, we're going to stray beyond the bounds of the family and after today, we'll never see these girls again so what harm could it do? As they look at our naked bodies, my cunt begins to tingle in that familiar way. Dusty looks back at me.

“It's just sex,” she says, shrugging. I imagine how she'll look with an older girl's head between her legs, bringing her to orgasm and I decide that I want to see it. Afterwards, she'll be mine again. Maybe I'll be jealous, but then she'll be jealous too and afterwards we can have “make-up” sex and get back to normal.

“Who gets to eat whom?” I ask.

“We don't care; you're both exactly the same. You pick.”

“I'll take you, Morgan,” I say, “as you've never eaten a twelve year old cunt.” I spread my towel beside theirs and Dusty spreads hers on the other side. In a flash, Delia and Morgan are face down between our parted thighs, attacking our cunts like famine victims offered rare steaks. Morgan's expert tongue and fingers are driving me crazy, but the most thrilling thing is seeing Dusty as she spreads her legs as wide as they'll go, thrusting her hips upwards. I never imagined that watching my sister have sex with another girl would thrill me the way it is. She's looking across at me and she must be feeling the same thing. I know I can't hold out under this assault and sure enough, in just a few minutes I cum. I push Morgan away, sit up and watch as Dusty's body goes into convulsions. I'd think she was having a seizure if I didn't know how violent her orgasms are. Delia lifts her head.

“Are you okay, darling?” she asks.

“She's fine,” I say. “She always cums like that.”

“So you do have sex together!” Delia cries, her face alight with excitement. I simply smile at her.

Dusty comes back down to earth and we gather our towels and offer our thanks to our new, if temporary, partners.

“No, it's we who should thank you guys,” Morgan says. “That was something I'll remember for the rest of my life.” She kisses me on the lips, which feels nice. We say our goodbyes, climb back over the rocks and walk along the beach to the resort, hand in hand, saying nothing, but knowing that watching the other's excitement was the best part of the adventure.

“You know, we should've fisted them,” Dusty says. “I've wanted to do that ever since we got that laptop.”

“We could try it with each other.”

“I think our cunts are too small. Maybe in a year or two.” Or sooner, I think.

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We're back home and the school holidays still have a couple of weeks to run. One afternoon, as we're sitting naked on my bed, the laptop between us, surfing gay porn, we come across a site featuring golden showers. A few months ago, I'd have been grossed out, but now that my inhibitions have almost completely eroded away, the idea is intriguing. At first it seems counter intuitive; why would anyone let themselves be peed on, but then I sense the intimacy of allowing one's sex partner to do anything they like. Surrender is just a part of the whole sex universe. But then we see a girl pee right into another's mouth and she actually swallows it with relish.

“That must not taste so good,” Dusty says.

“I've tasted my own and it's not bad. A bit like beer.” Mum drinks pale ale and occasionally we sneak a sip or two. “Not that I'd want to swallow whole mouthfuls of it. I'd let you pee on me, if you wanted to.” We watch some more pee videos and some of the eroticism seems to be faked but in others, the girls appear to be having fun, with a lot of laughter and tender touching.

“I'm beginning to think I'd like to try it,” I say. “If it's not fun we can just abandon it.”

“Let's shower, then,” she says. “What do we have to lose?”

In the shower, we soap each other as always, probing each other's cunts and bum holes with soapy fingers, because we've recently discovered the delights of rimming. I stand behind her and reach round, putting my hand between her legs. With my finger in her cunt, she lets go, her pee splashing off my hand on to her thighs and running down her legs. She shuts off her flow and turns to face me. I kneel in front of her.

“Pee on my tits,” I say and her pee sprays wildly, some of it on my face. I don't mind. I lick my lips and taste it. It's not that bad. I sit back on my heels and spread my thighs. “On my cunt!” I demand and her aim is now under control and the feel of hot pee hitting my cunt is awesome! When she's empty, I stand. “How would you like it?” I ask. She sits on the floor, the tiles warmed by the shower, and lifts her legs up, her knees at her shoulders, her lower body tilted up, offering her cunt and bum hole to me. I part my lips with my fingers and let go, firing my stream right at her treasure, pushing it out as hard as I can. She pulls her cunt lips apart and my pee goes right in, and soon I'm empty.

“Wow!” she says, getting to her feet, “that was deliciously naughty! Who'd have thought? It's a nice way to say, 'I love you'.” We hardly ever use the L word before, but I'm quite comfortable with it. We rinse off and go back to our bedroom.

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The next night, Dusty's lying on her bed, on her side, propped up on one elbow, her lower leg straight, her other leg bent with her heel at the top of her thigh. She looks like a Roman emperor's concubine, or a courtesan of King Louis the Umpteenth. We never tire of showing each other our naked bodies; shamelessly flaunting our cunts has become second nature to us, now. Porno videos might get old, but the sight of each other's bodies never does.

“What I need right now is a nice lick,” she says.

“Me, too.” I put on some soft rock and turn the volume up, as she's been vocalising louder each time she cums and I don't want Mum to hear. I lie next to her, my body the other way round and we place our heads between each other's legs. I can taste a faint trace of pee as I push my tongue into her cunt and it adds to the eroticism of the act. Her soft lips and tongue make make sweet love to me and I'm adrift in a sea of delicious lust, but suddenly Dusty pulls away.

“Oh, shit!” she says. I roll on to my back and see Mum is standing by the bed, dressed in a short silk bathrobe, unbelted, carelessly open, staring intently at us. I cover my cunt with my hands and feel my face going bright red. Amazingly, Mum laughs.

“You don't have to cover your cunt, Misty; I see it almost every day. We don't have any secrets.”

“Shouldn't you have knocked?” I ask angrily.

“I did, but the music was too loud; you didn't hear me.”

“Are you mad at us?” Dusty asks, anxiously.

“No, and I have a confession to make. I must be as depraved as you two little angels. I've never seen anything so utterly thrilling this.”

“How long were you standing there?” Dusty asks.

“About a minute. I didn't want you to stop, so I stayed quiet, watching you make love to each other. I think I've just turned into an incestuous paedophile, aroused by the sight of my darling daughters eating each other's cunts. How long have you been doing it?”

“A couple of months, now,” I say. Because she's not mad at us and because she's so obviously turned on, I feel I can tell her everything. I explain about the laptop and the porn we've been watching and how it gave us ideas that we tried out. I tell her that sleeping in the same bed at the resort was wonderful and Dusty reports in detail our encounter on the beach with Delia and Morgan. It's a relief to get it all off our chests.

“I remember those two,” Mum reflects. “One afternoon when you were on the beach, I met them in the bar and they invited me up to their room. We had an amazing threesome, lying in a triangle, eating pussy. You had sex with the same girls that I did! Isn't that amazing? I'm getting all wet thinking about it.” The shock of being caught in the act has worn off and we lie on our backs, our knees raised and parted as Mum gazes at our cunts. “So they ate your pussies? Did you eat theirs?”

“No, we both came, then we left.”

“Perhaps we should have,” Dusty says.

“I wish I'd had a twin sister to make love to,” Mum says. I'm astonished! Not only is she not condemning our sexual bond, she's actually approving of it! She climbs on to the end of the bed and we make room for her between us. In the process, her robe falls off. She opens her arms and wraps them round our shoulders. “Remember when you kissed my nipple, Dusty? You didn't know it, but it made me cum, right there and then, but you ran off so fast you didn't notice. Kiss me again.”

We're twins. We think alike and act alike. Our emotions match each other's so, naturally, we simultaneously lower our heads and each take a nipple in our mouths, nibbling and sucking as Mum's breath becomes more and more laboured. Her nipples are hard, big as fingertips and the scent of sex is filling the room, not all of it from Mum; we're excited, too. Dusty's eyes meet mine and I know what she's thinking. Who's going to be the first to ask? I decide I shall.

“Mum, can we lick your cunt?” I ask boldly.

“Yes, Mum,” Dusty says, “we've only ever licked each other's, and you cunt has nice big lips and a clit and all sorts of interesting stuff and we want to get to know it.”

“And to know what excites you the most,” I add. “We want to make you happy.”

“You don't have to ask. You never did. I've been lusting for you for months, masturbating at night to mental images of your naked bodies, visions of you flaunting your sweet little cunts and your budding boobs. Yes, by all means, lick my cunt and send me to heaven. Who wants to go first?”

“Misty asked, so she should.” In a flash, I'm down between Mum's legs, my mouth on her dripping wet cunt, sucking on her lips and clit, running my tongue up and down as Dusty leans in and works on her clit with her fingers. Then we switch roles, Dusty's mouth and tongue going to work as my fingers pinch Mum's clit and stroke it like a tiny dick. Then Dusty does something amazing. She lifts her head and presses three, then four fingers into Mum's cunt, then folds her thumb into her palm and pushes her whole hand in, just like we've seen on those fisting videos we watched. It slides in quite easily.

“Make a fist and push deeper. Harder! Oh, this is so awesome! Fuck me, my darling daughter, fuck your Mummy.” Dusty's inside her halfway up her forearm, pumping in and out as Mum writhes in ecstasy. I work on her clit with one hand and a nipple with the other and of course, she can't last long under this onslaught and her groans get louder and louder until with a final cry she comes, her hips lunging upwards.

A minute later, we're all lying on our backs, catching our breath, basking in the afterglow of the most intense sex we've ever had.

“I don't know how to say 'thank you',” Mum says. “I've never cum so hard in my life.”

“We should thank you,” I say and Dusty nods in agreement. “We loved every minute of it, and we're so happy that you're allowing us to all make love together. It's all going to be so wonderful.”

“Then, from now on,” Mum says, “you girls can sleep together in my big bed and I'll sleep in one of these. Oh, and there's one more thing.” Her face alight with excitement.

“What?”

“I haven't licked your cunts yet. Who want's to be first?”

“ME!” we both shout.

The end.