Desperate Twins (closed)

He continued to rut his hips against me as his orgasm crashed over him. I could feel the first couple spurts cover my clit, but as I grinded against him, the head of his cock caught on the rim of my wet canal and just barely popped inside before slipping back out and over my slit. His cum was running down into the crack of my ass and dripping into his lap, but I was pretty sure that some had ended up inside me. I knew that Tommy would naturally want to drive his hips up and spear me on his cock once he felt the clutching heat of my insides, so I reached down and gripped his hipbones tightly to prevent him from thrusting even though it had only been for a moment that his dick had sunk inside accidentally. My forehead did drop down onto his shoulder as I quaked in another mini-orgasm at the thought of what we were doing.

My whimpering was uncontrollable as my hips spasmed in his lap.
 
Our breathing was heavy as we lay together amidst our comingled fuck juices. My hands roamed over her body as she quivered, rubbing my cum into her skin, running my fingers along her pussy lips and finding my seed dripping from her cunt.

With two fingers, I dug into her soaked pussy, deeply, scooping some of it out of her, and then brought those fingers up to her lips.

“How do we taste together now, baby?” I asked her, smirking naughtily.
 
As his fingers popped into my mouth I sucked them clean, I couldn’t help but think about how unbelievably sexy what we had just done was. Leaning forward when I was done to kiss him, I murmured, “you tell me,” into his mouth. Although I should have chastised him for penetrating me (even with his fingers), I found that I had no real desire for that at the moment.

Instead we kissed sloppily for a while as we caught our breaths and I climbed out of his lap so lay on my back with my knees spread on the far edge of the couch. From here I knew he could see the globs of his cum I could feel clinging to the entrance of my vagina and the glistening of my soaked thighs but I let him look his fill. “I’m so fucking messy, Tommy. Need to get this cleaned up,” I complained after a while, moving to stand.
 
Kissing her was such a delight. Our lips and tongues were greedy and sloppy, nibbles from both of us indicating we were in no mood to slow down.

“Sounds like we need another drink or two and then we record a shower video,” I suggested with a naughty grin as my eyes roamed over her glorious naked, cum-covered body. I reached forward and refilled her cup with vodka and juice, heavy on the vodka of course, just the way she liked it, and promptly finished my beer and cracked open another.

I slid off the couch and onto my knees just beside her, handing her the cup with one hand, while the other slid up her smooth thigh, and my thumb found her clit and rubbed it side to side...
 
I gulped down a huge mouthful of vodka as it really set in: Tommy’s cum was inside my pussy and he was actively stroking and playing with my clit. This was just another wall we probably shouldn’t climb over, but it seemed like we couldn’t stop barrelling right through them at full speed. His naughty look and my buzzing mind worked together to create another wicked idea.

“We could shower, or you could just put your mouth in between my thighs and clean it all up,” I shrugged as I watched him. “It’s only fair - I did suck your dick the other night after all.”
 
I promptly slid two fingers deep into her pussy when she made her suggestion, more than happy to oblige. My other hand pushed her thigh so her legs were spread eagle, and I dove in without a second thought, fingering her deeply as my tongue found her clit and licked at it, before sucking the little bud into my mouth and lightly scraping my teeth over it.

I pulled back, but didn’t stop fingering her.

“Or, you know, we could do both,” I said with a wink, before diving back in. I removed my fingers for a bit just to be able to lick her pussy completely, pushing my tongue inside her and wiggling it around as best I could before. I had never eaten a girl out after getting my cum in her, but I found that, with my sister, there was very little off-limits.

“How’s that feel baby?” I asked, and I assumed I was doing pretty good because her hand in my hair pushed my face right back into her cunt!
 
My hand in his hair guided him to the mattress. Giving him a little shove, Tommy settled onto his back in the nest of sheets. I followed him, climbing on the bed with my knees on either side of his neck. Lowering myself until my cunt was hovering just above his face, I demanded, “shut up and eat,” before leaning forward so my mouth was level with his cock. He was still somewhat soft from his earlier orgasm, but I could see he was starting to get hard again so I stroked his cock slowly until he was rock hard again in my hand.
 
I was surprised with how forward and demanding she was, but I fucking loved it! Suddenly finding myself on my back, and she was climbing on top of me, I reached around her thighs and grabbed her ass cheeks and start working my tongue and lips hungrily all over her dripping cunt.

Her juices quickly spread all over her face as she ground herself on me, and I moaned into her pussy as she used her hand to get my cock quite thick and long and hard again! The sensation was quite amazing, being stroked back to hardness after cumming so soon. I was lost in lust, and I had a feeling I would be all night long.
 
He really was quite skilled at that. It brought up that tinge of jealousy again but only briefly. I knew that I was pretty good at sucking dick myself so I put my mind to the task and licked with the flat of my tongue up his shaft. There were some particularly juicy veins that I remembered from the last time and I suckled at them fondly. I pressed kisses to his shaft while leisurely still stroking. Just as his lips closed around my clit and sucked hard, I'd had the same idea, locking my own mouth down just around the fat head of his dick and swirling my tongue around it. I teased around there for a while but I had to admit his mouth on me was distracting and a few times I had to pull back just to refocus.
 
Anna started sucking on my cock and it caused me only to redouble my pussy-eating efforts, aggressively licking and suckling her clit.

We wound up playing with each other all night, our hormones in overdrive constantly spurring us on, but we never fucked. That was the one line we both knew we couldn’t, shouldn’t cross, no matter how badly we wanted to, even in our intoxicated state. The sun was coming up when we both finally passed out, in her bed, and it was just past noon when we woke up, entangled and sticky and knowing things about each others’ bodies that siblings—twins—should never, ever know.

It was Saturday, my day off work again, but we both knew she had plans with Simon. Plans to fuck Simon, on cam. I could tell she was nervous, on edge about it. Or maybe about what happened between us. I did what I could to help, mostly by working, cleaning up, changing the sheets on her bed, getting the laptop set up in an optimal spot and ready to go. All she would have to do is press “start” on her cam page and minimize the screen, and the whole thing would stream live. Everything had to go down on the bed, though.

I didn’t like leaving, half an hour before Simon was supposed to arrive. But it was all I could do. I couldn’t stand in the way of her having a decent... normal relationship. That would be selfish. All I could do was enjoy what we had while it lasted.
 
I couldn’t eat that day because I was worried I’d be sick with nerves if I did. Which was ridiculous because it’s not like Simon and I hadn’t fooled around several times before. Something just felt wrong about planning to have sex with another guy after the experiences I’d shared last night with my brother - almost like I was cheating on him. It was doubly worse because he scrubbed me down so gently in the shower, helped me dress and kissed me goodbye like nothing was wrong but I could see he was hurting about it just as much as I was. But last night - a product of drunken boredom (at least, that’s what I had to tell myself) should have never happened in the first place and could never happen again.

Simon showed up shortly after. I hadn’t dressed fancy knowing I’d be naked again shortly after his arrival, focusing more on a light sky blue bra and panty set that highlighted and pushed up my chest just perfectly. The camera screens were minimized and recording, but I positioned us exactly like Tommy had told me to and after some small talk we started to make out a little.

Everything was going well and my nerves had settled until my shirt came off and Simon leaned in to suckle at my throat - his eyes caught a reddened bruise on the left side of my ribs almost hidden under my breast. I’d covered most of the hickeys Tommy had left on my skin with makeup but apparently neither of us had noticed this one as I was prepping. He frowned at it but shook it off as I nervously passed it off as me being klutzy. The story was that I had tripped and caught myself on the edge of the dresser but only after my side slammed directly into it.

Once we got past that hurdle, I thought we were back on track until he stood up to undress and his eyes just happened to pass over the laptop as he deposited his pants on the couch. They froze as he realized what he was seeing. The cam window was minimized, sure, but it was still clearly labeled on the taskbar as an open browser. There was nothing I could do as he reached forward to click on the tab except rapidly babble about “Tommy’s goddamn porn!” but the words were hollow when he found his own face staring back at him.
 
“What the fuck is this?” Simon said, seeing his own face staring back at him. A green circle in one corner of the window, and the words “LIVE FEED” next to it. A red circle with “RECORDING” under that.

A chat room full of comments from horny guys, egging on the action.

“Seriously, Anna, what the fuck is this?” he demanded, turning and glaring at her as he sat there half-naked. More comments came scrolling in. His eyes widened as he read them.

“Are you a fucking cam slut?” he asked, his voice dripping with derision.
 
She opened her mouth but no words came out. It's not as though she's embarrassed - she'd been working this job long enough that she'd gotten over the initial bias and it made them good money, but the scorn in his voice cut deep. It's not like it made her any less of a person, but the tone of his voice suggested he felt that he was talking to someone lower than dirt. She just nodded, her voice still stuck in her throat.

She took a deep breath before she was able to speak, but only at a whisper. "We were desperate. We needed the money. The reason I quit the diner? I make more money doing this than I did at both jobs combined. But you don't get to talk to me like that - nothing's changed. Just because I touch myself on camera doesn't mean that I'm not who you thought I was," she mumbled weakly, reaching for his hand. "I'm falling in love with you," she tried. "So what if we memorialize the first time on camera? It'll be one hell of a memory."
 
He recoiled from her grasp, shaking his head. “You were fucking recording us... streaming us online? Without fucking telling me?” He was getting angry now, his voice raising.

“This is so wrong, on so many levels, Anna. Do you have any idea how fucked up that is?” He slammed the laptop shut and glared at her once more before standing up. He snatched his pants off the side of the bed, and his shirt.

“Do you have any idea how fucked up you are?”
 
"Simon please! It's not a big deal. I'll leave you out of it from now on, I promise. Please come back," I pleaded. "It doesn't make me fucked up to take my clothes off for money if we need it to live off of. It's just work - just a job!"


I stood up and reached for him once more but he kept recoiling as he put his clothes back on in a rush . "You're not seriously breaking up with me over this?" I asked dumbfounded, slightly in shock that someone I thought I knew could be so judgmental. "Simon, please. Let's sit down and talk about this."
 
Simon leveled his eyes with hers as he buttoned up his shirt.

“I don’t want to date a whore,” he said, and headed for the door, slamming it shut behind him. Apparently, there was nothing to talk about.

*****

I just walked. From the moment I walked out the door, I just kept walking. I walked past the coffee shoppe, even though I knew Jessica was working and I could stop in and flirt with her and maybe get a blowjob in the back room.

But I didn’t want a blowjob from Jessica. I mean, I did... but all I could really think about was fucking my sister. I’d had the slightest taste of getting my dick wet in her pussy, and it was like I was already addicted.

I’d do anything to get that again. And yeah, it bugged the shit out of me that someone else was plowing her.

So I just kept walking.
 
After the door slammed, my knees crumbled to the floor underneath me as I processed what had just happened. I don't remember how long I sat there like that but it wasn't that long because when shook myself out of the funk and reached for my phone, I still had about twenty minutes before the show was really scheduled to start. Shakily, my fingers dialed the only umber I knew by heart. I could hear him answer, confusion in his voice as to why I'd be calling when I had other plans.

That's when the first choked sobs broke free. I tried to talk but everything just came out in a jumbled stutter. "Need yo--Simon bro-broke up with me. Come home?" I finally managed.
 
I could barely make out her garbled words between the sobbing, but I heard enough to know she needed me to come home.

I had been walking, but I had been generally circling our apartment. I was only about five blocks away.

So I did the only thing I could.

I ran. I nearly got run over by an SUV at an intersection, but I ran nonetheless. All the way to the apartment. All the way up the stairs when the elevator doors didn’t open immediately. All the way to our door, and burst inside.

“Anna?” I gasped, my breathing heavy. She was on the floor at the foot of the bed, so I went to her. “Hey...”
 
I launched myself at him and his arms immediately caught and wrapped around me tightly as I cried into his neck. I'm sure that he realized what had happened now that he found me alone in the apartment, but his embrace calmed me enough to say quietly between hiccuping breaths, "he dumped me. Found the cam. Said he wouldn't date a whore."

One of his hands buried itself in my hair to hold me close and the other stroked up and down my back. Eventually my breathing slowed back down and the tears stopped until I was silent in his arms. When Tommy felt like I was calm enough, he tugged me to my feet and carefully guided me down the hall to wash up and try to cover some of the red puffiness in my face from the crying episode.

I was well aware I had to be on camera in less than ten minutes from now, so mechanically I reached for my foundation and concealer to freshen up and hide my misery. There was just one little problem left to deal with immediately. The audience expected to watch me get fucked and my partner had just bailed.
 
I did everything I could to comfort her. She was a mess. I knew as well as she did what time the show was supposed to start. I was standing behind her in the bathroom. Time was running short.

And quite frankly, we couldn’t afford to disappoint her fans.

I looked into her eyes in the mirror as I stood behind her, my hands on her hips, my body close.

“It’s gonna be okay, sis,” I said in her ear. “Your first ever live sex show...” I shook my head. What I was about to propose was preposterous, but it just might work.

“What if... hear me out... what if we just did what we did last night?” I suggested. “You think we can pull it off, live?” I wondered.

“Let me fix you a drink.”
 
The idea wasn't bad. Actually, it was pretty genius. I did know that with the afternoon I'd had I wanted to wash it away with booze. Christ - everyday it seemed like I was becoming more and more of a drunken floozy. I could say with full confidence that it wouldn't take a drink to get me to climb into my brother's lap and ride his cock in a simulated show, but I didn't need to tell him that. Instead, I turned in his arms and leaned up to kiss him. Puling back I said, "I love you so fucking much. You're so smart, babe," before pushing at his shoulders to signify that I'd be okay and he could go get me that drink ready.

When I returned to the living room, he was waiting with everything all set up and a full glass of vodka and orange on the coffee table made just the way I liked it. It felt like he knew everything about me and it was definitely nice to be so well cared for. As I curled in next to him on the bed, I leaned in to give him a soft peck in gratitude for how much he looked after me just as the livestream began.
 
I moved around behind her as the stream started, placing her center stage in the camera. She started talking to her audience as I placed my hands on her hips. I had changed into gym shorts, no shirt. My cock was already thickening in my shorts as I rubbed my crotch against her butt, and my hands trailed up her sides and teased at grasping her tits. It was too early in the show to do that.

Of course the guys in the comments all wanted to know who I was, after having seen, live in the “pre-show,” Simon’s shocked discovery.

“I guess I’m the side-dude?” I wondered out loud. I pushed my crotch up against her butt again and got cocky. “I’m the guy she calls when she wants a real cock in her!”

I gave her butt a firm, hearty slap. “Also the guy she calls when she needs her pussy ate out properly,” I said. “Our special video from last night will be available tomorrow, by the way!”
 
It was just easier with Tommy. It came so much more naturally. Laughing, I threw in my own two cents: “This is Tommy. I mean, he’s alright. He’s just a bit cocky - pun intended,” as I reached back to teasingly squeeze his cock once. “Now that introductions have been made, how about we have a little fun, huh?” I asked the audience.

Slowly, we touched and explored all over again. We worked ourselves up with light caresses and deep kisses, talking back and forth the whole time. It was definitely better than Simon’s self-imposed silence we always had when we did anything - I loved hearing Tommy call me a slut or tell me what to do. Just hearing that he was actively involved and enjoying what I was doing was a huge turn-on.

Pulling back from his mouth, I couldn’t help but whimper as his hand slipped into the front of my panties and he touched my wet centre. “Can you feel how soaked I am for you, baby? How wet only you can make me?” I asked, spreading my knees and giving his hands more room. My shirt had come off a few minutes ago, so it was only my underwear to come off now. My hand that had stroking his cock over his shorts was ready to dip inside and stroke him, but once I got his cock out I knew I’d become impatient and the main show would start, which was fine but I was enjoying the foreplay.
 
I loved getting my hands on her. I kept her in the spotlight, of course, mostly staying behind her and reaching around to play with her, getting her worked into a horny little mess. We had such a natural chemistry.

I had every intention of drawing this show out and making us as much money as possible. There was no “entry fee” to get into the chat room, nor was there a per-minute cost to watch, but instead we had to encourage the guys to pay with their “tokens” to see more.

I smirked. “Turn around,” I told her, “and bend over. Show everybody that big round butt!”

“Spanking time!” I spoke towards the camera. “Five tokens per slap!”

Almost immediately, there was that familiar “cha-ching!” sound ringing from the laptop, notifying us of the tokens coming in, and I started raining slaps down on her panty-covered ass with every ding! I counted out loud twenty spanks before I grasped her panties and pulled them down to her knees, and then the money started coming in even faster!
 
"Oh fuck, Tommy," I whimpered as his hand rained down on my reddened sore ass once more. I was definitely going to feel this one tomorrow, but it was okay because it was exactly how I liked it. With my panties drooping around my knees, the camera got a good view of the juice dripping down my slit - it was obvious that I got off a little on rough sex now if it hadn't been before while my brother left hand prints all over my plump flesh. Some strikes were harder than others, and now that my panties were down he alternated between spanking and dipping a finger into my pussy and rubbing at my clit so that I never knew what to expect.

"I've been so bad, haven't I, baby? Fucking another man. I deserve to be punished," I said as he pressed my spine and neck down into the couch cushions with one hand and used the other to play down below. I figured that it might bring out his jealousy a little bit because jealous Tommy was quite intense and although I'd never been on this side of it, I hoped that it would work to our advantage and get him riled up. Make him want to "claim me" even more.
 
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