The Siblings

by [fetish.dollie]
NO STEALING!!!

Doreen sulked, her forehead against the steamy glass shower door. Her day had been trying and her night would be no better, with that huge history paper looming over her head. She reached for the soap and began to scrub with a washcloth thinking of how she could have possibly gotten so behind in school.

Downstairs, Correy slammed the kitchen screen door. “DAMNITT!!!” he screamed knowing no one was home. His girlfriend Lisha had just publicly humiliated him for the last time. He had slapped her right there in front of all her friends, turned and left. That'd teach her to criticize him in front of them again. Slowly he climbed the stairs and drifted down the hallway when he heard water running “Strange…” he thought, “Dori shouldn't be home yet.” He saw that the bathroom door was cracked and he snuck over to get an innocent look.

His jaw dropped. A lot about his twin sister had changed since they took baths together as young children. He could barely see her through the steam on the glass but what he saw captivated him. Every curve, every motion. Water dripping down her perked breasts, down her softly sloping back, over her thick and supple thighs. He was dumbfounded. Her curly black hair wet and slicked down against her neck. Everything about her was delicious, and he could feel himself becoming aroused. He wiped a bit of drool from his chin and opened the door a bit wider for a better look.

Doreen sighed, rinsing the last bit of soap off of her shoulders. The shower door creaked open as she stepped out, eyes closed and reaching for a towel. Correy silently stepped in and handed it to her. She grabbed it holding it up to her face and wiping her eyes. Then in lowering the towel she saw her twin and screamed. “CORREY?!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!? GET OUT!!!“ she then pushed him out the door and slammed it behind him swearing.

Correy was awestruck. He leaned against the wall and sighed. “She's…she's so beautiful!” he thought. His knees weak, he wandered off to his room.

Doreen's breath was heavy and fast. “What the hell was that about?” she wondered. She finished drying herself and marched straight into his room with nothing on but that towel wrapped around her.

“What the fuck Correy? Why did you walk in on me?!?”

“I had to take a fucking piss, Jesus Dori don't have an aneurism!” he replied trying to laugh the situation away.

“Then what the hell is that?” she asked sarcastically pointing towards his erection.

“Lisha just left, so back off ok?”

“Fine!” she screamed. “Just don't let it happen again…pervert!” turning on her heals she sped out and slammed the door, running for her room.

Weeks past. The two hardly talked. Brief greetings at breakfast and brief goodbyes at dinner. Until one day Doreen was sick of the silence. One afternoon she looked up from her book to the grandfather clock in the study. “Hmm…5 o'clock.  Correy should be home from hokey practice by now I'll go talk to him.” She bent down the corner of her page and stood, smoothing down her small pink skirt. She started up the steps, shaking second thoughts from her head. She knocked softly on his door but there was no answer. She turned the knob slowly and inched the door opened. To her surprise, Correy still had his back to the door. He was changing out of his uniform. She poked the door open wider for an innocent look.

His back, strong, broad shoulders, muscled arms. She heard a zip and soon he was nude before her. Her jaw dropped. A lot had changed since they took baths together as young children. This masculine figure intrigued her. She never noticed how tan he was before, how robust he had become. His hazel eyes twinkling in the sunlight from the open window. His dark hair moist with perspiration, curly like her own.

His body glistened with sweat as he turned to face her. “Hey Dori, I heard you come in. So, you like what you see?”

Doreen was puzzled. She couldn't understand these new feelings filling her body. “Yes.” She whispered entering the room and closing the door. Correy walked over and locked it, taking her hand and walking her back to his bed.

“Correy…” she whispered feebly. “I'm your sister…this is wrong!”

Correy reached up, touching his sisters pale cheek. “It doesn't feel wrong…does it?”

She drew back hastily, then returned to the comfort of his touch. She placed one of her small, manicured hands on his thigh. “No brother…it feels perfect.”

He smiled, coaxing her closer then kissing her tenderly on her beautiful pouting lips. She shivered, their tongues dancing, slick and swift. Soon his hands where all over her. They laid back on his mattress together and it began.

Correy began to undress his sister slowly. Her red heals, her black stockings, that tiny pink skirt, her white collared shirt, leaving her in her panties and bra. She smiled up at him and rose swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Her brother crawled off and sat on the floor in front of her, expectantly. Doreen slowly reached around and unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor exposing her breasts to him. He gasped, eyes growing wide. He lowered his head and place it in her bosoms gently rubbing his cheeks on her flesh. He then lifted a hand to cup her left breast. Overtaken by her beauty, he clasped his mouth around it delicately and began to roll his tongue over her nipple.

Doreen inhaled sharply closing her eyes. She had never felt these sensations before. Suddenly, Corry stopped. Doreen, looking confused, cocked her head and stared at him. He placed a hand on her shoulder and gingerly pushed her back into the pillows and lowered his head to her womanhood.

Correy smiled. He looked down into his sister's pussy and felt nothing but joy. Every part of her was beautiful. He kissed her milky white thighs, his heart filled with trepidation. Neatly trimmed black hair greeted him and he rubbed his nose around her lips. With his two pointer fingers he parted them gazing into her.  Her flesh was bright pink and slick with the juices of desire. Calmly, he kissed her hole, slowly extending his tongue into her. She gulped, shivering with nervousness. He smiled, knowing that she was still a virgin and continued, his oral appendage wriggling around inside her. Correy worked over her lips and clit, being sure not to miss an inch of her dazzling puss.

Doreen was in heaven. She had never lain with a man and every little sensation was just that much better for her. Every twist of his tongue, every nip of his teeth, even his hot breath on her thighs was like a potent elixir to her.

He climbed up on top of her, settling betwixt her thighs and staring into her crystal blue eyes. He then slowly began to penetrate her. Inch by inch until all ten had been consumed by her hot, tight twat. She screamed, and Correy quickly covered her mouth. “It gets better Dori, SO much better. Please just relax and let me show you!” She swallowed hard, her face distorted by pain, but trusting her brother, she let him continue.

Correy pumped slowly, watching his beloved sister's face begin to change. Where there had once been loneliness and fear, now saw love and lust in her eyes. He quickened his pace, pulling his entire cock out of her and slamming it back in again making her cry out in delight. Doreen clawed at her brother's back, yearning, begging for more. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and gyrated her own, moving them in a circular motion around his manhood. 

She screamed and cried in ecstasy. “TAKE ME CORREY! TAKE ME LIKE YOU DO LISHA!” Hearing his sister's pleas, he complied, ramming her puss again and again faster and faster, harder and harder until he thought he might bust.

Stopping, he withdrew himself and told her to get on all fours. Doing as she was instructed, Doreen quickly turned over bearing her ass for him. Correy smiled and without warning drove himself deep inside her holding her hips for support. Doreen screamed, biting on the pillows before her, tearing wildly at the sheets. Correy fucked her relentlessly, his hands on her hips like vice grips, his balls slamming into her clit with every stroke. He had wanted this for weeks and he wasn't letting her go now.

Doreen whimpered and moaned into the pillows, pushing her hips back into her brothers trying to get as much of his cock as she could. Her toes curled as she experienced her first orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure sailed trough her, starting in her pussy, but coursing through her legs, arms, and shaking her to the very core.

Abruptly, Correy forced his sister back over shooting stream after stream of his sweet, hot cum allover her face and breasts. She giggled opening her mouth and catching the majority with her tongue.

He groaned. “Ha, who would have guessed you'd look so fine covered in my seed.” He joked.

But Doreen smiled, pushing him off and wiping her face with a tissue. “So that's sex…” she sighed contently.

“Yes Dori…” he answered smiling at his twin. “That's sex.”

END



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