Desperate Twins (closed)

“No no no,” I said quickly, watching her drink, shaking my head. “We didn’t have sex...” I took another drink, realizing that I really wished we had. My hand found her leg and I pulled her leg across my lap.

“You insisted I give you a back rub,” I explained. “And the only way you were comfortable was, uhm, sitting in my lap,” I said.

I hung my head, looking down at my lap, praying my cock didn’t make a tent of the towel. “And there may have been some kissing,” I said quietly.
 
My leg rested high up on his thighs over the slightly scratchy material of the towel. I tried to digest what he was saying. We'd kissed? I mean, that wasn't so terrible in the end, was it? Why was he getting so worked up over it? Unless the kiss was a little more than a basic peck on the mouth and something a little deeper.


"So what? We kissed. It's not like we made ou---" I froze. It would explain everything. Why he felt comfortable kissing me on the mouth now and his extra closeness as he pressed his body to mine more often than not. I'd sat in my brother's lap and let him make-out with me, and I knew without a doubt that I was probably more of an active participant, giving just as good as I was getting. I'd always loved kissing - it was a big part of foreplay for me. Thinking about that hit me hard; if I had been kissing Tommy like that, there was significant danger that we might have gone much farther that night.

"Oh fuck," I replied stupidly. "Please tell me I left my clothes on."
 
I nodded. “Yeah, you left your clothes on,” I said. I looked at what she was wearing now, and it was a very similar outfit. Was it worth it to tell her how close those clothes had come to being off her? Or how badly I wanted to give her another backrub just like I had before? I ran a hand along her smooth, bare leg, nearly up to her butt, and back down. Her inner thigh was resting on my hardening cock. Could she feel me getting stiff? Did it arouse her? So many questions ran through my mind.

“And yeah, we, uh... we made out for a while...”
 
"Oh lord," I muttered. "A while? Jesus Christ Tommy, it could have been bad. That's usually when my clothes start coming off," I complained. "Kissing gets me going. I was probably this close to crossing that line," as I held up my thumb and index finger with only a hair's breadth between them to demonstrate.

"I'm not drunk enough for this."

I could also feel his cock swelling and pressing against my leg under the towel. He was getting off from talking about us making out - I couldn't deny that I wasn't a little wet myself, but having that reaction from our current subject definitely wasn't appropriate. I couldn't let him find me out; I couldn't let Tommy see that the thought of kissing the man I was in love with dampened my panties because he was someone forbidden to me. I also couldn't staunch that feeling of disappointment - I'd had his mouth on me and couldn't remember. It made me want to do it again even despite the taboo nature of it.
 
“Then drink up,” I said, grabbing her cup and sliding it into her hand. My hand squeezed her thigh firmly, in a few places.

“I mean, we can talk about it, or we can just put on a movie or something...” I suggested.

“I dunno... maybe if we did some, uh, cam stuff, and we both got some release, we’ll be able to relax a little better.” My heart thumped in my chest hard as the words spilled out of my mouth.
 
I obediently raised the glass to my lips and took a good drink. His strong hand squeezing my thigh so close to my wet panties was really taking a toll on me. My thighs rubbed together almost imperceptiblly.

"Talk about it? What would we even talk about?"

Then I realized what he's said - about playing on cam and both getting some stress relief. Was we implying what I think he was? "And what are even suggesting right now? That I knowingly play around for you to jerk off?"
 
“Uh, yeah, I guess...” I blushed bright red. “No. I’m sorry. That’s probably too much,” I said, letting go of her thigh and laying my head back.

“I should, uh... probably get some clothes on or something,” I said, wondering if she would even let me sit up.
 
I didn't move. He had apologized, but I was still turning the possibility around in my mind. Yesterday we had knowingly done basically the same thing. There wouldn't be any difference.

My mind started to whisper traitorously about all the naughty things we had already done that we could do once more since it would be "no different". Although I didn't remember it, kissing him would be much less taboo than sucking his cock was and my panties were soaking through at the thought. The wetness was starting to grow cold pressed up against my centre, so I lifted my hips and wiggled my bikini cut underwear down my ass and thighs to just above my knees.

"I mean, I guess it's not any different from what we've already done," I said, reaching for the laptop to start it recording. "There's nothing it could hurt now." Although I was comfortable with my legs in Tommy's lap, I'd either have to let him up or find some way to make him more of a natural part of the frame.

I had an idea, but I realized just how terrible it was as it slid across my mind. It caused me to reach for the vodka and down whatever was left in the glass, burning down my throat and attempting to clear my dirty thoughts. I swung my legs off his lap and he started to get up but I prevented it with a hand on his chest. The liquid fire in my veins from the alcohol always made me bold and if we were going to touch ourselves in the "pretense" of recording knowing full well we were doing it for each other and not the camera, I was going to be all in.

Tommy must have realized what was going on when I kicked off my panties and climbed into his lap, straddling his hips and facing him just like the other night because his mouth dropped open in surprise. I balanced myself with one hand on my shoulder and watched him carefully as I rose up on my knees above him. "Is this okay?"
 
She wiggled out of her panties, leaving her in just the thin little tank top, and I was shocked as she climbed up on top of me. All I could do was nod my approval as my eyes freely roamed over her sexy body right above me. I could see the glistening of her bared sex right in front of me, and my cock immediately stiffened, tenting up the towel.

Slowly, watching her, I pulled the towel down my legs, exposing my throbbing, rock hard cock to her view. I grasped it at the base and rubbed it upwards, causing a bead of precum to roll out the tip.

We were really doing this. I had figured we’d be getting off with me behind the camera, but this was our first time recording something with the both of us intentionally in the frame. My other hand found her thigh and slid up towards her hip, eyeing her heavy full breasts straining the thin fabric of her top...
 
My eyes were drawn down to his cock as he stroked it. Although I'd had it in my mouth, with it so close to the steaming lips of my pussy it looked monstrous. I could imagine him spearing me on that and taking me for one hell of a wild ride, but I tried to put that out of my mind. That became harder when his hand traced up my side: maybe we should have a rule about no touching, but right now nothing had ever felt better than his hands exploring me.

The precome on his tip made me want to taste him again. My tongue darted out to wet my lip as I held myself back from that, knowing that it was really too much. Tommy's attention was fixed on my clothed breasts and I decided it was only fair if I took my shirt off too because every inch of him was on display already.

The hand that wasn't on his shoulder slid down my front painfully slowly, stroking over a nipple before dipping into the divot of my bellybutton. It slowly disappeared down between my thighs, resting there but not touching. His eyes tracked the movement of my arm.
 
I watched my sister peel her top off and just like that, we were both naked together on the couch, her straddling me, hot and fucking horny. I slowly eased my hand up and down my cock, not in any kind of hurry to cum as I feasted my eyes on her glorious naked form.

She had her hand in front of her pussy. As I stroked upwards on my cock, I made sure my hand brushed over hers just slightly.

“God this is fucking hot,” I muttered, wanting so bad to just grab a hold of her and push her down onto my dick. It occurred to me, as I glanced over at the laptop screen, that the camera couldn’t actually see my cock from that angle, and it looked an awful lot like we were in position to have sex.

I saved that thought for later, though...
 
As his hand brushed mine it reiterated just how close my bare pussy was to his cock. If I dropped my hips just a bit... the thought was dirty and I shook it off. I couldn’t actually let that happen, but there was no harm rubbing one out like this since he’d seen it and I apparently had a habit of making myself comfortable in his lap anyway.

For the first time, I did something I hadn’t done in the past - I started to talk to him as I touched myself. “Fuck Tommy, I’m so wet. I’m surprised I’m not dripping in your lap.
 
“Rub it on me,” I begged her, my voice a low growl. “I want to feel it...”

My cock was throbbing in my hand. I stroked it up and down a few times, but this time, instead of my hand brushing across hers, it was the thick head of my cock, smearing my precum across her fingers as they guarded her treasure.

“Get your fingers in there...” I insisted...
 
I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop if I actually let his cock brush my slit, so my fingers dipped inside and became soaked with my juices, dripping down my wrist. I batted his hand away from his cock and stroked my hand down his shaft, smearing it in my wetness. There was still more precome beading on his tip and I made sure to rub my fingertips through it on the way back up. I brought them up to my mouth and tasted the tang of his precome and my juices mingling together and couldn’t help but groan at the taste.

His answering grunt was enough to make me dip my fingers back down my slit and circle my clit. “We taste so good together, baby. Wish you could taste it too,” I said, before I realized that maybe he could. I thought that letting him between my thighs was a little too much, but we’d already kissed so I figured what the hell and fit my mouth to his, opening to let his tongue stroke along the insides and gather the flavour of us together on his own tongue.
 
She kissed me deeply, wanting to share the way we tasted together, and I kissed her back hungrily. My hands gripped at her hips. I pulled her close to me, savoring the feeling of her hard nipples against my chest and those big soft pillows pressing against me as our tongues entwined.

And then I felt her wetness. Her heat. Rubbing along my shaft. I wasn’t inside her, but we had crossed yet another thin line. I groaned into her mouth as my hips naturally pushed upwards, grinding my cock along her dripping slit.

I pulled back from the kiss, our shared wetness across my face. “For the camera,” I growled. “We don’t have to fuck to make it look like we’re fucking...” I said, proposing a very naughty suggestion...
 
His cock rubbed against my clit and I shuddered from my perch atop him. I nodded, but cautioned, “we have to be careful. We seem to get in over our heads.” Fully committed to this role, I raised my hips and lowered them back down, trapping his cock in the valley of my slit and absolutely saturating it in wetness before I raised back up again in a riding motion. “Are you going to tell the camera how bad we are? That I’m a slut who lets her brother fuck her?” I questioned, giggling, ready to put on a show.
 
I nodded, groaning again as I felt her wetness rub over me. This was already well beyond what we had originally agreed to, but I was fully invested. My sister’s body was a drug to me, and I would do anything to get that high.

“Fuck yes, that feels so good... and yeah, you are a dirty little slut who wants her own brother to fuck her!” I said, my hands moving back towards her butt, my fingers digging into her ample flesh and squeezing hungrily.

“That’s it, slut, bounce on your brother’s fucking cock!” I said, encouraging her. My dick was throbbing against her wetness and I was in absolute heaven as my eyes glued to her heaving breasts, and I leaned in to start suckling on one of those perfect pert nipples!
 
His mouth was hot around my nipples, his tongue twirling and closing in tight suction around them as his hands helped raise and lower my hips to give the best performance possible “Fuck I want it so bad, baby. Want you to fuck me - need your cock in my wet pussy,” I moaned, leaning in to suck a deep red mark onto his throat just over where that bitch had placed her own. By the end of the night I would replace every fading bruise with my mouth, marking him as mine. They’d be private, just for us, but it was the intention behind them and I knew he understood.

I realized as I hovered there that my words couldn’t be more true and I needed him to know it. This thing growing between us was unstoppable and I knew he felt it, too. Just like I realized that even despite us holding back and denying ourselves from crossing that final line, some day in the near future I would most likely end up taking that cock deep inside.
 
Her suckling on my skin sent me into overdrive. It was one of my favorite things, and she did it perfectly, and I loved knowing she was leaving her mark on me. As soon as she started, I became determined to do the same to her! We sucked on each other’s necks as we ground against each other, fake-fucking for the camera but oh so close.

My hands roved up her body to squeeze at her tits, grasping her soft flesh and kneading it aggressively as I felt her wetness roll over my hardness.

It was too much. We’d be actually fucking soon if something didn’t change. I released a breast but only to give her ass a hearty, jiggly slap.

“Turn around,” I ordered. “Ride me hard, my slutty sister...”
 
Standing, I quickly turned and lowered myself down into reverse cowgirl on his lap. Pulling my hair over one shoulder and placing my hands on his knees, I made a show of the twerking motion in his lap. “Give it to me. You know I like it rough,” I said. He probably didn’t know, actually, but I bet he was filing it away for later. The way I’d sucked his cock so many days ago had maybe given him an inclination, but I was always one to make it clear exactly what I liked.

Leaning over my shoulder, I connected our mouths again. Dropping down until my ass met his thighs, I ground my clit against the head of his dick. “Fuck Tommy, your cock is so big,” I breathed into his mouth.
 
“Fuck yes,” I growled. “You fucking love my big dick up inside your tight little pussy, don’t you?” I said, and then brought a hand up and spanked her round, plump ass again. I loved the way it jiggled. I even gave her another, and then another smack for good measure.

For the camera, of course.

I used my hips to grind my shaft up along her sopping lips. “Fuck, you’re so damn wet,” I groaned. “Ride that fucking cock, show me how bad you want my cum all up in you...”
 
“Your bad little girl wants you to fill her pussy full of cum - love your dick inside me,” I groaned. “Turn my little ass red and leave your handprints there so that my boyfriend knows who I belong to,” as I wiggled and bounced in his lap at a rapid pace.

I could feel the beginning tingles of my orgasm rising in my belly and tossed my head back into his shoulder. “I’m going to cum on your cock, big brother,” I said clearly, mostly for the camera but also just because cumming for him and cumming on him were very different things and I was so worked up and wet with the thought.
 
“That’s it, fuck me, slut, cum all over your brother’s big dick in your pussy!” I replied, egging her on, and I started smacking her ass again. Harder, this time, several slaps landing loudly on her rapidly reddening cheeks!

Her pussy was dripping her juices all over me now as she rubbed herself off against my cock. I groaned in pleasure as I spanked her.

We were so close to actually fucking, and there was so much lubrication happening down there right now, it would have been far too easy to just adjust my hips ever so slightly and “accidentally” plunge my cock into her. I let her remain in charge, though. For now.

“Fucking cum you cheating slut!” I growled, smacking her ass once more, the hardest, loudest spank yet!
 
He stroked his cock through my folds several more times before the stimulation was enough that I came. My hand reached back and fisted in his hair as I howled, the movement of my own hips pausing. Tommy’s grip on them was firmer now and he pulled me down to grind my cunt all over his dick. This soaked his thighs in the juice from my orgasm but also helped give him some friction to help get him to the edge.

As much as I knew it was a bad idea, I couldn’t wait for him to spray his cum inside the slit of my pussy and bathe my clit and sensitive folds in sperm. I would take cum anyway I could get it, but definitely loved that hot feeling of being too full and having it drip back out. I was on birth control, so I couldn’t formulate a reason to pull away and I just let him manipulate my body in his lap. I was still sensitive from my orgasm and felt lik I could probably cum again soon, and his spanks weren’t helping matters at all; easily starting to work me back up.

“C’mon and paint your little sister’s cunt white, Tommy. Gonna take your cum so deep inside me,” as I turned my face to kiss along his jaw and lips, nibbling slightly on his plush bottom lip, sucking it in between my teeth.
 
I wanted so badly to just plunge my dick into her, take her, spray her insides with my seed and make her mine. She was begging for it, but my mind reeled; was she for real, or just putting on a show for the camera?

Her juices were all over me. Everything was slip-sliding around down there, and I could feel her folds start to envelope the thick throbbing head of my cock. My balls roiled. I hadn’t gotten off in days, and I knew this load would be copious, to say the least. My heart was pounding in my chest. We had already gone too far with this. Was there really any reason now, at this point of no return, to not run my cock fully inside her?

Her nibbling and sucking on my lip pulled me right over the edge. My cock throbbed and spasmed hard, my balls tightening up, and sweet release roiled through me, my hips taking on a life of their own, so overwhelming was my orgasm...
 
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