Hey, Tim here, I’ll be telling the next part. I think Tina might have been exaggerating some parts a bit. You see, I didn’t just leave her hanging with my last comment. Mom was right down the hall and I really didn’t want her to hear what I had to say. But, I let her think I was being a brat and waited until that night to talk to her…
During dinner Dad asks me what happened to my car and I tell him the story; well a PG version of the story and then explain that the insurance company has been called and a tow truck is coming tomorrow to take the car to our mechanic since the windshield is too busted up to safely drive it. I also explain that Tiffany was taken into custody as well. Dad asks if I’m pressing charges and I “Hell yeah!” and say that I’ve put too much time and money into that car to not press charges. Satisfied that I’ve handled things, we move on and enjoy the rest of the meal.
After dinner with the family, I excuse myself, saying I have homework to finish. It isn’t a lie, but I don’t have a first period class, so I usually do my homework in the Library before second period; and if it’s a good morning due to my homework being done the night before, or there not being any to turn in, I get to sleep in and show up for second period. Tina has a similar situation; hers is just during fifth period which is right after lunch. She’s kind of a nerd, so she likes being at school early (Ow! Hey, it’s true, Miss Valedictorian!).
I sit on my bed, reading a book from a series one of the girls I dated suggested (Yes, always the tone of surprise when I mention I like to read… sometimes.). Anyway, after a few minutes I notice Tina standing in my doorway.
“Hey sis,” I say, sliding a bookmark into the page I’m reading and then setting the book on my nightstand. “Wanna sit down?” I ask and scoot over on my bed so she can sit next to me. She shuts my door before joining me on the bed.
She sits next to me, stretching her long legs out in front of her and crossing her arms over her chest, just below her big, round breasts. “So, what were you going to say earlier that you made me wait for?” she prods, poking me in the ribs flirtatiously.
My arms are also crossed, so I grab her finger and hold on; she doesn’t try to pull away. She turns her head towards me as I rub my thumb along the back of her tiny hand; her skin is so smooth and warm compared to my rough, callused hands.
“Remind me, what we were talking about?” I ask, knowing full well what it was.
She sighs, clearly frustrated with me playing dumb. “You were talking about why you never stuck with a girl for more than a couple weeks.”
“Oh, right!” I pretend to just remember; she tries to poke me in the ribs again, but my grip on her finger is too strong, even though I’m barely holding on. I chuckle and then say, “None of them were good enough,” I say.
“You said that already,” she reminds me.
“Right, well, I guess I didn’t tell you the standard they were held up to,” I confess.
“And what was that standard? Mom?” she teases.
I shake my head. “Worse; you,” I say.
Her mouth falls open slightly. “Me? Have you not looked at mom lately?”
I laugh. “I have, but I’m not about to compare girls to Mom. Isn’t it bad enough I compare them to you?” I ask.
“What’s so bad about that?” she demands.
“There’s nothing bad about that, but guys don’t normally compare girls to their sisters. Usually it’s a celebrity or an ex-girlfriend they really liked. But, for me it’s you who holds the standard and there’s only one you,” I tell her.
Her eyes seem to melt as I finally look into them after confessing what I’d been holding back earlier. It isn’t even everything I’d been holding back.
“There’s more, isn’t there?” she asks.
“Curse this twins’ connection,” I blame the strange phenomenon.
She laughs. “Just tell me. You already told me you love me earlier and you know I love you; we’ve it that for years,” she says.
My stomach clenches nervously as I realize I’m about to confess that I more than just love my sister in a brotherly way. Sure, we kissed earlier and it was great, but it was just a kiss right? Even I don’t believe that. Siblings don’t kiss like we did this afternoon. She knows how I feel about her and I know how she feels about me, now was just confessing for how long it’s been.
“Sis, how long have I had the reputation of a girl not lasting more than two weeks dating me?” I ask.
She looks up at the ceiling trying to remember how far back she’d heard the rumor. “I guess since about sophomore year,” she says. “It was right after you saved the football game after relieving the starting quarterback and dated one of the cheerleaders.”
I nod; that’s pretty close, but my feelings for her go back even farther than that. “That’s about right,” I tell her. “But, do you know when it was that I first fell in love with you?”
She shakes her head but I don’t miss the bright smile on her face either. I lean over and kiss her briefly before bedava bahis telling her the story.
“Well, it was back in Junior High. We were closer back then and everybody knew just how close we were. We were inseparable; even Mom and Dad say so,” I start the story but she interjects briefly.
“I miss how close we used to be,” she confesses.
“I do, too. But, our interests in High School took us in two different directions; I hope you don’t think it means I’ve loved you any less,” I tell her.
She shakes her head. “Of course not; I understand why, it just makes me sad.”
“Well, I’d like to change that,” I tell her. “But, we can talk about that after the story. So, back in Junior High, I wasn’t as confident around girls as I am now. And I was only popular because you were. You were the first girl in school to sprout breasts, so that made you automatically popular,” I laugh.
She shrugs. “I can’t help that they’ve been hanging around since fifth grade,” she says, looking down at her perfect mounds.
“I can’t complain that I’ve gotten to see them mature since then either,” I say and she slaps my arm.
“Pervert,” she teases and then I continue the story.
“Anyway, you had boys lining up to ask you to school dances. I didn’t care about the dances until our promotion dance in eighth grade that Mom and Dad made us go to. I asked a few girls who all turned me down.”
“I remember that. I was so pissed at them. Sure, you were a little pudgy then, but you were still really cute. The girls at our schools have always been bitches,” she complains.
“Right, and what did you do at the dance?” I ask her.
She stares at me blankly and then shrugs, shaking her head.
“You ditched your date during one of the slow songs and danced with me instead,” I remind her.
“That’s right,” she says softly, remembering the scene. “I felt bad that not even one my friends would dance with you. I didn’t get why either.”
I shrug. “They all came begging after my freshman season of football and I dropped some weight and started to fill out in other ways.”
“And you banged them all didn’t you?” she tests me.
“Only one, actually,” I admit.
“That’s not what I heard. They all told me you fucked them,” she tells me.
I shake my head. “Melody was the only one I slept with,” I tell her.
“Of course it was Melody,” she says sarcastically.
“Why do you say that?” I ask with a laugh.
“Well, out of all my friends back then, she was the biggest whore,” she tells me.
I shrug. “We were each other’s first,” I say.
“Rub it in,” Tina says bitterly.
I put my arm around her shoulders. “First doesn’t mean best.”
“Who’s been your best?” she asks.
“I don’t think I’ve been with her yet,” I say which elicits another grin from Tina.
“Well, best so far, then?” she asks again.
I pull my arm from around her shoulders and think back to the girls I’ve slept with and, ironically, I’m having a hard time remembering many details. I mean, I’ve fucked a few of the hottest girls from our school, but I…wait, there is one that definitely stands out.
“Stevie,” I say.
“Stevie? Please don’t tell me-“
“No, Stevie’s a girl. Her dad’s a huge Fleetwood Mac fan; so she’s named after Stevie Nicks,” I chuckle.
“So, what made her so special?” she asks curiously, but I wonder if I should tell her.
“I don’t know, sis; do you think this is a good idea? I don’t want to make thing weird between us,” I say.
Tina shrugs. “I may get jealous, but I won’t get upset with you. It’s not like we were together and you cheated on me.”
“Fair enough,” I say carefully.
“Spill it, stud,” she says, slapping my leg playfully.
“Okay, fine,” I laugh. “Do you remember that crazy party that was thrown for our eighteenth birthday?”
“You mean, for your birthday that I got invited to?” she reminds me.
“Right…” I say awkwardly.
“Sorry, go on.”
“No, I was pissed that they all did it that way. That’s why I made such a big deal about you at the party; to remind everybody that we’re twins and we were both celebrating our birthday that night.”
She smiles at me widely, showing her perfect, white teeth. “That was sweet of you, but please, tell me the story.”
“Anyway, after Amy took you home since you were so drunk, and after the party started to die down, Stevie cornered me as I came out of the bathroom. She pinned me to the wall, kissed me and then quickly dropped to her knees to undo my shorts. She has the fastest fingers on the planet, I swear. Anyway, before I can even catch my breath after her attack with her lips on mine, my cock is in her mouth and she’s bobbing her head up and down. She stops to lick its length every so often but then wraps her lips around the head of it before ultimately deep-throating me. I got so worked up, I pulled her up, turned her around and then lifted her dress to find she wasn’t wearing any panties and then I shoved casino siteleri my meat into her pussy from behind. We fucked like that for a couple minutes and then she pulled off of me and dragged me down to the nearest, empty bedroom; which so happened to be the master bedroom.
“There was a full on, king-sized bed in there, and holy shit did we make good use of it that night. I don’t think I slept the entire night; she kept me awake and fucking the entire time, only stopping to catch our breath and to let my dick have a short break before she found a way to get me hard again. But, this girl liked to experiment; we tried so many different positions, it was wild. I didn’t feel like a high school student that night, I felt like a fucking porn star,” I laugh but Tina just cracks a smile. “I shouldn’t have said all that, I’m sorry,” I immediately apologize.
She shakes her head. “I asked for it. I knew I’d get jealous, but I didn’t expect to feel this way,” she tells me.
I put my arm around her again. “I’m sorry, sis. I shouldn’t have said so much.”
“Stop apologizing for doing something I asked you to do,” she scolds but laughs at the same time.
I laugh too and apologize again, mostly to irritate her slightly. She slaps my leg and then I pull her tighter into me. Her arms wrap around me and she looks up at me with big, loving eyes. Just as I feel the urge to lower my head to kiss her, Mom knocks on my door and then pokes her head around the door. I look up startled but recover quickly with a smile.
“Hey, Mom, what’s up?” I ask and Tina rolls back over to face Mom a little better as well.
“Just saying goodnight, your dad and I are heading to bed now,” she says and then walks in the room to kiss us goodnight.
“Goodnight, Mom,” I say after we kiss each other’s cheek; she does the same with Tina and then leaves the room.
“If you’re going to stay up talking or something, shut your door so you don’t keep us up, okay?” she says and then smiles warmly before walking down the hall.
Tina looks at me in disbelief that Mom would suggest we shut the door; of course, why would she suspect there’s anything going on between us, right? At the same time, we haven’t fully decided anything was going to happen between us. We’ve only admitted to feeling a way that isn’t exactly natural for siblings. Sure we’ve shared a couple kisses, but that’s still innocent, right? None of these thoughts that I’m having, which I’m sure Tina has as well, seem to stop her from shutting the door.
She turns around swiftly once the doors shut, her hair flowing gracefully behind her as she shakes it out of the hair tie that’s been holding it in a long ponytail. Her eyes lock on mine with a seductive glare, as if I’m her prey and she’s a wild cat. She slinks towards me with exaggerated steps, her hips rocking back and forth almost cartoon like as her sexy body approaches the bed. When she reaches the bed, she crawls over me and then straddles my lap, pinning my shoulders to the headboard with a thud.
“Oops,” she says at the sudden noise and then bursts out into laughter. I laugh too and then reach up and tickle her ribs roughly like I used to do when we were younger. She screams out in laughter and then I swing her around so she’s under me. She tries pushing me away by my shoulders, but my muscular, athletic body is no match for her slender, yet curvy build. Once I’m lying halfway on top of her, my left arm cradling her body and my right hand resting on her stomach, the laughter quickly dies and our smiles melt into stares of desire. We both want it, we both long for a closeness not appropriate for siblings; and in that moment we ignore the stigma put on us and I lower my head to meet hers as she slithers her hands behind my neck to pull me in at the same time.
Our lips connect once again, and a fire erupts inside of me, but I hold back to show her tenderness rather than a savage need to ravage her. As our lips part, our tongues connect and explore each other’s mouths, dancing and sliding against each other. Our bodies meld together, holding each other tightly, longing to pull closer into the other, but physics won’t allow it to happen. Her breasts mash into my chest and her arms wrap around the back of my neck as my hand that’s been on her stomach finds its way behind her lower back. Her left leg wraps around my right one and I feel her pelvis press against mine as my cock seriously begins to harden, pressing against her lower extremity.
She breaks our kiss. “Someone’s excited,” she says briefly glancing down our bodies.
“I think you’re just as excited,” I whisper.
She nods and then kisses me again, dragging her fingernails down my back until she reaches the hem of my shirt. Her fingers hook around the cotton fabric and begin to pull my shirt up my torso. I pull my upper body away from hers enough for her to get my shirt up to my shoulders and then I have to stop to lift my arms for her. She discards my orange T-shirt with our school’s logo that bahis siteleri also announces our track team on it to the floor and then I dive back in and we continue making out. I reach my hand under her soft, thin blouse, featuring a black and white picture of a tiger in the jungle, the only color being two big, bright, blue eyes hungrily stalking its prey. The skin of her belly is silky smooth; her “innie” of a bellybutton is shallow and sexy to the touch as I lightly caress her tight, flat stomach. She giggles and moans alternately as my fingers graze her skin.
I break our kiss and then kiss down her jawline until I reach the crook of her neck where I kiss and lick as my hand moves further up her stomach, stopping just below her left breast when I feel my knuckles meet her bra.
“Oh god,” she gasps as I lick her neck and gently rub her ribcage with my fingers. “Take my shirt off,” she requests in a whisper and I do as she says. I stop licking her neck and we both sit up and I remove her shirt from her body, revealing a sexy, black bra cupping her marvelous chest. “What?” she asks self-consciously as she starts to cover her chest with her arms.
I stop her and shake my head. “I don’t care how cheesy it sounds, but you are perfect,” I tell her.
She smiles at me lovingly and then reaches her hand up, grasping me behind the head. “It doesn’t sound cheesy; it’s sweet,” she says and then pulls me in to kiss her again, pulling me on top of her as we do.
Her thin, lacy bra allows much more of her body heat from her chest to seep into my bare skin. Wanting to feel even more of her skin against mine, I reach for the hooks of her bra to release her beautiful mounds. She doesn’t stop me, so I manage to unhook the bra with one hand and the elastic of the straps relax as they whip to her sides. Pulling away from me, she lets the bra fall down her arms, revealing her perfect breasts. There’s a slight sag due to their size, but her young body holds them up magnificently. Her slightly tanned skin is much lighter where her bra covers, showing me that her bikini tops cover the same amount of area as her bras. Where her tan line ends, her breasts are almost milky white; a sign of Dad’s complexion verses Mom’s. My skin is a little more naturally darker than Tina’s, so I tan much quicker than she does, but because she’s such a great blend of both our parents, the areas the sun doesn’t kiss are milkier than the rest. She has dark, half-dollar sized areoles, and equally dark, eraser sized nipples.
“Are you going to just stare at them, or are you going to do something with them?” she teases.
I grin at her and then dive in, cupping her left breast as I pull it into my mouth. Her skin is salty and smooth on my tongue as I suck and lick her sensitive nipple. She gasps as soon as my mouth touches her beautiful tit, and her fingers begin to run through my hair as she moans appreciatively. I switch back and forth between the two every minute or so before laying her back down on her back and kissing down her body. I stop at her cute belly button, discovering that it’s one of my favorite features on her body; especially once I begin licking it and she begins to squirm. She can’t seem to decide if it’s a turn-on or if it just plain tickles; she laughs and moans almost all at once. As I work on her belly, I hook my fingers around the waistband of her long, black skirt and slowly pull it down to about her knees. As I scoot my own body down hers and slide off of the foot of the mattress to kneel, I take the skirt the rest of the way off of her smooth, bronzed legs. I stare up at the perfection that is my sister and the sight makes my cock press against my cargo shorts painfully. All that’s left on her body is the black panties that barely cover her pussy. I can tell from the tiny waistband that it’s a thong. I actually had no idea she owned such underwear.
“Wow,” I marvel at her amazing body.
She bites her index finger bashfully, which makes her look even sexier if it’s even possible. I grab the backs of her knees and pull her to the edge of the bed before reaching up her shapely legs to remove the tiny thong. When I pull them down her legs, I see just how little fabric there is to cover her private areas. Dropping them to my side, I look back at her body and see a bald pussy.
“You shave?” I ask surprised.
She nods. “I hate how it looks with hair; it just looks dirty to me.”
“Well, I think you look incredibly sexy, Tina,” I say, using her name instead of “sis” to hopefully eliminate any ideas of this being taboo and allow us to just enjoy each other.
Her cheeks turn a shade of pink at my compliment. Tina’s bashfulness continues to turn me on, but then it hits me; I’ve never really seen her date much since we started High School.
“Tim,” she says and my eyes lock on hers. “If you’re wondering if I’m a virgin, the answer is yes. If we go all the way tonight, you’ll be my first,” she tells me.
I’m suddenly nervous and begin to wonder if we should stop. She pulls her legs under her as she rotates her body to crawl to the edge of the bed; her large breasts swaying back and forth with each movement she makes. When she reaches the end of the bed, she sits on her knees and I rise up to meet her, my head only comes up to her breasts, though.
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