"Yes we are," panted Jim, "we're fucking and it's even more incredible than I thought.
Out under the bright, sunny sky, the loving 19-year-old twins clung to one another, joined by their wet, vibrating genitals. The shattering of their virginity brought sheer joy to both of them-and first orgasms that would never be forgotten.
CHAPTER ONE
It was mid-afternoon on a beautiful fall day, and everyone else was at class. But Jim was lying alone in his college room, thinking about last summer. Nineteen, and a sophomore, he had chosen this single living space, with scarcely enough room for a bed, a chest, a desk, and a chair, because he had needed to reflect. Other guys might conclude that it was an ideal, cozy place to bring girls, turn off the lights, let some romantic music surround them, and make love. But Jim hadn't done that, not yet.
In his T-shirt and jeans, he rose, stretched, and gazed out the small-paned window at the autumn trees and the red brick buildings across the way. He had tried to forget last summer by reading and listening to music; even now books and compact discs littered the floor. He had taken long walks through the city, gone to enough lectures to keep up his grades, and not avoided the friends he did have.
But nothing had driven away last summer's memories. Even the trees now reminded him of what had happened in those woods back home. So he finally decided not to forget, but to remember.
She was tall and blonde like him, and nineteen like him. Her breasts were as full and round as his chest was deep, and their arms and legs were equally strong and tanned. They were mirror images, she female and he male. They knew each other well, even down to reading the other's thoughts. They even lived in the same house.
And well they should. Jim and Judy were twins, brother and sister.
They hadn't dared to think about it, although they must have thought, and resisted the dream, of it. And last year, when they had gone off at eighteen to different colleges, it had seemed very far away. While they had missed each other sorely, they had made other friends and thrown themselves into their new lives.
But when they came home for summer vacation, they realized that their separation had only made it stronger. And it surfaced at last in the most earthy of ways.
Late one night, Jim was sitting naked in the bathroom, a men's magazine lying open on the floor. He had made sure everyone else was asleep, especially Judy.
He was very big and hard, and was staring, as his hands moved, at the image of a young, blooming blonde. But his thoughts, if he would admit it, were on another fresh, impossibly tempting beauty.
Just then, she walked in. Judy was naked, too, and he had a moment to notice how she had become a centerfold subject in her own right, the image of any man's deepest desire. From her large, perfect breasts, to her hourglass waist, to her curving hips and thighs, to her soft yellow bush set against faultless white flesh, she was an absolute wonder.
But he had only a moment. "Oh, Jim!" his sister gasped when she saw him. He grabbed for a towel, and so did she. "I'm sorry."
"That's okay," he replied, snatching the magazine and leaving the bathroom with her. "It's funny that it happened, really."
But they both knew it wasn't funny; that it betrayed something deeper. So they went downstairs to the living room and talked about it.
"Why were you doing that, Jim?" Judy asked. She was sitting on the sofa in the light of a single lamp they had turned on. "Did you miss someone you had sex with at college?"
He had always been frank with her when asked; besides, she would know if he was lying. "No, not exactly," he answered, from where he sat across from her.
"Then you're still a virgin?" she guessed.
He forced a laugh. "Guilty as charged."
She nodded. "Nothing wrong with that. But I do think it's a shame you're not making your fantasies real, and sharing your hunk of a body with some one like me."
Did she know what she was saying, how close she had come to his actual desires? But she would be just as frank with him, so he decided to see if she felt that way, too.
"Oh," he replied. "And I suppose you're making it with every young stud who comes along?"
Now Judy leaned back dreamy-eyed, and ran her fingers through her blonde hair.
"No, Jim. I'm 'guilty as charged,' a virgin, as well."
She paused. "And I think we haven't done it because of each other; because of an attraction we haven't dared to name."
She had always taken the lead with them, since women matured faster than men. And so it was in what happened next: the first step in what they both now knew had to be fulfilled.
Looking directly and meaningfully into her twin brother's eyes, Judy let her towel slip down off one, then the other of her beautiful round breasts. With a deeply erotic action she had never exhibited to him before, she circled her hardening red nipples with her fingers and, at the same time, licked her delicious lips.
Then she let the towel slip farther, showing him, really showing him for the first time in a sexual way, her entire front, down to her navel and beyond. Soon he was glimpsing wisps of her yellow pubic hair.
"What are you doing?" Jim gasped, although he knew full well. "What are we doing?"
But Judy only smiled. "Just something that has to be done."
After that, she suddenly showed him everything. Tossing the towel aside and spreading her silky thighs, she reached down and opened her most intimate self with her fingers. He was able to see her pink inner folds, her erect clitoris, and even her impossibly inviting opening.
And, still meeting his eyes, she looked at him in a way that told him it could be, and even should be, his to enter. If any more proof were needed, he could see it in her freely flowing juices.
Nor could he say he was unready. Under his own towel, his manhood was as vertical as it had been in the bathroom.
Now, with a smile, he cast that towel aside, as his sister smiled even more warmly at what she saw. For a moment, he wondered at the situation; that they were twins but that she had what she did between her legs and that he had what he did. But quickly that wonder turned positive in his mind, and their difference the means to a deliciously forbidden and therefore all the more satisfying thing.
They were no longer to be sexless brother and sister. They were to be brother and sister, but so much more! And, because they always read each other's thoughts, Jim knew that Judy felt it as strongly as he did. Both of them had nurtured the fantasy of this, and now it had achieved an overwhelming power. It would be deeply natural for them to have sex together. But, even more, it would be earth-shaking!
Still, it wasn't quite time. "We'll have to take this slowly," his sister said, despite her sighs of arousal as she touched herself. "We'll feel better about it, and it will be that much better when it does happen."
A-like as they were, she had a woman's attitude. "What did you have in mind?" he asked, even as he unconsciously took his member in his hand.
Once more, she smiled, and looked down to where she had begun running her finger along her wet, pink seam.
"Well, brother," she concluded. "I think you already have the idea!"
So, in the soft light of the late-night living room at home, Jim and Judy accomplished their first, exploratory act of incestuous love. Gazing deeply and unflinchingly into each other's eyes, they stroked in rhythm, bringing themselves farther and farther along the road to fulfillment. The die had been cast, and their lives would never be the same.
"Oh, God," she moaned, her beautiful face straining with passion; tossing her blonde hair, tightening her tanned tummy, tensing her slick thighs and massaging her full round breasts with her other hand. "Oh, we're freeing it!"
"Oh, God!" he echoed as he pumped his hugely upstanding shaft, his every muscle straining with the anticipation of pure ecstasy. "Oh, this is it. Oh, yes!"
They proceeded to raise themselves to hitherto unguessed heights. Then they climaxed, or better exploded, at the same instant, as they might have expected to as twins. Despite their difference in sex, their biorhythms were inexorably linked. All thoughts, all feelings in their shuddering bodies were alike as well. It was as though, much more than was the case in unrelated sex, they had become one ecstatic being, and were undergoing one magnificent orgasm.
"Oh. Oh, God!" they panted, their heads swimming. "Oh, God. Yes!"
Brother and sister were united as never before.
"It will be even better when we're truly joined," Judy said afterward, smiling with forbidden release and anticipation. She had removed her fingers from her vulva and was wiping them in her damp yellow bush.
"If that's possible!" Jim replied. His satisfied member even began to grow again at the prospect of being inside her.
"And you know," she laughed, "there's also the sheer, down-to-earth excitement of what we've started. For example, that was the first time I ever saw a man come." She paused. "Much less my own brother!"
"You're a bad, bad girl," he teased her, as she actually got up, pranced over, and stuck her curious fingers in some of the stuff she had seen spurt from him.
"And you're a bad boy," she gushed, her naked body thrilling him. "We're a bad, bad set of nine-teen-year-old twins!"
But they both knew it was much deeper and more wonderful than that. And, as they stood and hugged, her warm breasts pressing his chest and their soggy privates meeting, they knew it had been just the first step, indeed.
They didn't need to plan the real consummation, since nature, in its wisdom, took its course. Scarcely a week later, they packed a picnic lunch and drove in his old gray car out into the summer countryside. Their destination was a run-down farm their parents had bought as an investment, a paintless house on thirty acres of field and woods.
When they pulled into the driveway, Jim and Judy looked at each other. In T-shirts and shorts, they appeared casual and innocent. But they knew they had embarked on a journey that would make them into something far more exotic than that.
"We look like a couple, don't we?" her heart-shaped mouth asked.
"Yes," he replied. "And a couple of siblings."
"A sibling couple!" she exclaimed, tossing her fair head. "Yes, that's what we're going to be." Then they walked down a grassy path to the woods, to a picnic place next to a stony stream. He carried the wicker basket, and they held hands.
They had done the same thing many times before. But now it was different, and endlessly better. That was because their movements were suddenly, and revealingly sexual.
For example, when he chanced to brush some leaves off her rear, his manhood rose unashamedly at the sensation of her firm flesh under his touch. And when they sat opposite each other on a blanket eating their lunch, her mouth excited him and the sight of her swelling breasts made it hard for him to swallow.
They could be his, that mouth, those perfect breasts, those curving hips; those smooth, golden thighs and the marvelous place between them. They were his, in a sense, as her twin, but now they could be his in truth. Just as his member could at last be hers, to be taken into her loins, and herself.
He and she could really be lovers. They no longer had to turn their eyes and their lust and their love away.
So, when they had finished their lunch, Jim and Judy cleared off the blanket. Without a word, they undressed, becoming as deliciously naked as they had been in the dark living room. In the daylight now, their bodies were even more thrilling to each other. Her exciting contours of breasts, belly, and bush made his manhood rise strongly, the sight of which also rendered her dripping wet between her luscious thighs.
They embraced again, his member sliding on her sex, being wildly aroused by it and teasing her in turn. He nuzzled her hair, inhaled her perfume, and felt her sweet breath on his cheek. They were twins, but her difference was indeed wonderful.
Then she lay down and back, spreading her legs. With a dreamy smile, she reached down and opened herself to him, the action raising her hard-nippled breasts to globe-like roundness between her arms. He could see her wet pink folds virtually pulsate with desire. She was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
And she had always been their leader, so now she led. "Make love to me, brother," she sighed, writhing seductively. "Take my virginity, and give me yours. Let it happen with us, the way it was meant to be!"
He got over her, and gazed into her blue eyes. There was a hint of fright in them, as there might be in any virgin's, much less a virgin sister's. But there was also a hint of the forbidden, and of the deep, mystic thing they had sensed. It would be even better, she seemed to confirm, because of who they were.
He was even more conscious, however, of what the situation was below. The tip of his rod was between her hot labia, poised at her entrance. They both looked down between them to see it.
"Oh, Jim!" she breathed. "It's such a big step, isn't it? And such a delicious one."
She paused. "But let's take it. Let's take it now!" She had asked, and so he acted. Slowly, savoring it, as they noted each fraction of an inch, he pushed forward. His tip disappeared, then more of him, then all. And, at last, his pubic curls were meeting hers.
They had done it. He was in his sister! And what a marvelous revelation it was.
"I don't dare believe it!" Judy gasped, as he began a strong, instinctive motion. "We're joined. We're really joined! "
"Yes, we are," he panted, as her hips, too, became involved. "And it's ten times more incredible than I'd thought!"
So it was. There was the element of the forbidden, which made anything that much better. There was their twin hood, which rendered every thought and feeling, every movement, the other's, too, so twice as strong.
But even more than those things, there was the joining itself, the reunion of two halves of a whole. And it was far more wonderful than what any other couple could experience, since he and she were, in fact, such halves.
Their intercourse was, no matter what others might say, a pure and a perfect thing. They were, indeed, the best possible couple on earth.
And there in nature, there in the summer woods, they went on to prove it. In long, slow, consummately passionate strokes, he slid in her tightness, using his whole throbbing length. Supporting himself on his elbows, he let her beautiful breasts move freely, her hard red nipples exciting his chest. In turn, she levered up at him, with a rhythm so perfect one could have set a clock by it. And, all the time, they looked into each other's soul, or the one soul they shared, through the windows of their blue, wide open eyes.
Now they built, slowly but ever so surely, toward the ultimate. They almost sought to put it off because of their present enjoyment, or because they might have feared its promised intensity. But, at last, they had to give themselves over to it, and they let it arrive.
"Oh. Oh, God!" they shouted in unison, although they knew many would call what they were doing a sin. Their limbs tightened, their bodies went rigid as their climax flowed, then surged through them. Her loins spasmed around him, and his member grew hugely hard then exploded in a stupendous release. "Oh, God. Oh!"
The earth had moved when, in the dark living room, they had done it together, but apart. Yet now, with the real earth under them, the heavens moved, and more.
"Oh, Jim!" she shouted as his hot jets rushed into her. "Oh, my brother!"
"Oh, Judy!" he echoed, as they gave each other, and themselves, everything they possessed. "My sister. My love!"
They scarcely remembered uncoupling, dressing, gathering the picnic things and leaving the woods. Nor did they really recall driving home. They were above such things in the afterglow of their passion, in a heavenly world apart.
But it was practically obvious to them that what they had at last shared should be just the beginning. So, during the rest of their summer vacation from college, they explored their love as a hitherto undiscovered country of myriad delights.
One hot afternoon, they returned home from a swimming party. They had been afraid that their new relationship would be sensed by their friends, but it hadn't been. Still, their consciousness of it had made them want each other badly.
Their parents were away, and they went romping upstairs for showers. Following her, he playfully untied the top of the red bikini she was wearing, laying her beautiful breasts bare. Growing even bolder, he pulled down the bottom and swiped his hands at the smooth white globes of her rear.
"Oh, Jim, you're naughty!" Judy squealed. But both of them were endlessly exhilarated by the knowledge that in their new life, the ultimate in naughtiness was yet to arrive.
In the bathroom, their showers became just one. While she adjusted the warm spray, he shucked off his black tank suit and showed her his burgeoning erection.
"Yes, I'm naughty," he laughed. "And this is naughty. And now you can touch it, and stroke it, and suck it, and have it in your marvelous pussy!"
"Oh, Jim!" his sister exclaimed again. But her blue eyes widened and her hands were magnetically drawn to his manhood as he, in turn, took her full, firm breasts in his palms.
Then they got under the shower, where they soaped each other lovingly. As they hadn't really done before, they explored every inch of naked sibling flesh, thrilling to the touch. Again, they were so similar, yet in their maleness and femaleness, so wonderfully different. His member nestled up along her cleft as they embraced, where he found her wet from more than just the shower.
Soon, he unspokenly sank to his knees before her. He opened her with his fingers, and made a first, tentative lick, then another one, at her sensitive button. Having so recently been virgins, neither of them had done anything like it before. But now they were determined to explore every aspect of love, and to make up for lost time. In their case, it only seemed more urgent because of who they were.
"Oh. Oh!" Judy sighed from above him. "Oh, that feels so good!" She reached down and held his head to her as her stomach heaved, her thighs tensed, and her full breasts thrust forward.
"Mmm. Mmm!" he hummed by way of reply, his mouth too occupied for words. He addressed his love to her loins, his brotherly kisses to her most intimate parts.
In a short while, he had her climaxing, as she held him even more tightly to her and almost lost her footing on the slippery floor. He squeezed her quivering buttocks, then slid his hands up and cupped her heavy breasts. Sexual release flowed through her naked body in great waves, and he felt it not only through his fingers, but also in his innermost heart. He licked her tender folds and sucked her sisterly juices like a man inspired.
"Oh, Jim!" she gushed, when her last spasm had subsided on his lips. "That was so special. Ohhh!"
But if he had thought to offer her homage, his impulse was just as soon returned. As he got to his feet, she, in a perfectly synchronized movement, went to her own knees. Now, gazing soulfully and beautifully up at him, she applied her tongue, then her expressive lips, then her hot mouth for the first time to his rampant rod.
It was a revelation, his sister sucking him. What they had was clean and pure, but that she would do this for him made her a thrillingly earthy angel in his eyes. With the instinctive skill that he had demonstrated, she licked his tip, then his shaft, then lower, making him nearly let loose just from that. But when she took him in and formed her mouth to him, it was almost more than he could bear.
"Oh. Oh, Judy!" he shouted, hands on hips and every muscle straining. "Oh, yes, do me. Do me, my sister. Yes!"
And her only reply was a smile in her eyes, and a hum as happy and exciting as his had been.
Nor did he seek to withdraw, nor she to release him, when his urgent jets came. Now she wanted not only to see and to touch what she curiously had during their first night in the dark living room, but also to taste it and swallow it down.
He helped her to her feet, and they stood longer under the shower. They exchanged a look of deep fulfillment, and of the shared knowledge that they would indeed follow their forbidden passion wherever it might beckon. They would be absolutely free with each other now, just as they would seek the absolute in their joining.
As if to confirm it, he found himself quickly ready once more! He had almost held off giving her his stuff because he hadn't wanted it to end, but given the strength of their lust, he knew now he needn't have worried.
"Well, what have we here, Jim?" his sister purred, reaching down to seize him.
"Yes, what do we?" he laughed, as he again cupped her soggy privates. "I think they want to meet again!"
And they did, as easily as shaking hands. Up between her slick, swelling thighs he probed, going for the center of her being, ready to love her as only he knew how. Slowly and languidly they joined now, her hands grasping his strong shoulders and his her trim waist, her breasts pressing his chest under the warm, rushing water.
They built slowly, with a heaviness rather than a sharpness that promised to make their eventual release all the more massive. She raised one shapely leg to afford him better entry as he backed her against the shower wall. Upward and upward he lunged into her as she heaved with pleasure, and upward they soared to where they needed to be.
"Oh. Oh, God!" Judy moaned when it broke over her, when she climaxed with her twin brother for the second time on that summer day. "Oh, I already feel like I've been balling you forever!"
"Me, too. Oh!" he panted in response, as his mighty engine worked its purpose and he shot up into her. "Nature meant us to be joined like this." Their orgasm was indeed heavy and pounding, and it lasted for a long time. They might have thought they would climax eternally as they stood there holding each other's wet body close.
But at last they returned to earth, to the regret of his withdrawal and to the mundane acts of turning off the shower and toweling each other dry. Even then, he felt a stirring in his loins that told him he might join with his sister virtually every time they touched.
"We'll have to be careful, Jim," she told him, seeing his state and again reading his thoughts. "You're such a healthy young stud that you might forget yourself and take me at the drop of a hat."
"You're right about that," he grinned, surveying her luscious, nineteen-year-old body; her damp blonde hair, lovely face, full breasts, flat belly, and curving hips and thighs. "And you'd be to blame!" So, in the days ahead, they kept their wits about them, especially in front of their parents. Still, they had many opportunities to explore their forbidden lust further.
One sunny morning when they were again alone, Judy woke him by stealing naked into his room and into his bed. Straddling his own naked body, she let her breasts hang heavily on his chest and her soft-furred sex rub deliciously on his manhood. Even before his eyes opened and his mind awakened, that part of him did.
"Oh, sister!" he sighed, running his hands over her silky back and her smooth, firm rear, thrilling that it was she. "I thought I was still dreaming!"
"That was before," she breathed into his ear, her blonde hair brushing his cheek. "Now it's for real!" Then she engulfed him with her hot loins, taking him to the hilt, placing her hands on his chest and beginning to lunge back and forth. Her breasts swung beautifully, her blue eyes closed, and her heart-shaped mouth opened in deepest passion.
He returned her motion, tightening his stomach and levering up into her. Even more, though, he chanced to look in a mirror on the wall beyond the foot of the bed. They had kicked off the covers, and he could actually see her downy cleft, her wet pink opening, and his rod being taken by it.
What had happened to them? he wondered, being so suddenly and explicitly confronted. How had a brother and sister been brought all the way to this? And where did it, and they, belong in world that would call it a sin, or worse?
In the very next moment, however, he was struck by its absolute and overwhelming fitness, not to mention its insistent beauty. And he knew in his heart that the sin and the guilt belonged to the world indeed, not to him or to her.
As if to prove it, she began to ride him more wildly and confidently. Rising up, a wondrous blonde nymph to his prone satyr, she twined her fingers in her hair, her lifted arms raising her breasts to full, perfect thrust, then lowered her hands again to cup those breasts firmly. She undulated her belly and even used her inner muscles to further his and her hot delight. She bounced on him, too, faster and faster, employing her young, athletic legs, using his whole length in her, but deftly never letting him out.
"Oh, Jim!" she cried, her eyes now open and glazed with lust. "Oh, how can it be this good?"
"It can be," he answered simply. "Because it is!" And it was, as and because they gave themselves totally over to it. Rejecting the orgasm that they sensed approaching, they changed position in order to prolong their bliss. She disgorged him and dismounted, then went to her elbows and knees beside him. Following her lead, he knelt behind her and positioned his member again at her door.
"Oh, Judy, sister!" he exclaimed, as he studied her closely in the morning light. "You're like a rose down here."
"And you're the stem, brother," she replied wantonly over her tanned shoulder. "So give the rose back its stem!"
And he did. Into her shamelessly presented and even wiggling rear he went, the underside of his shaft sliding full on her clitoris, her tender petals forming to him perfectly. He began a strong, rocking motion, returned by her, so that they copulated in a sublime symphony of matched rhythm. His hands grasped her waist, her breasts swung heavily, and their naked flesh met audibly. They could even hear the liquid sound of their joining.
"Yes, Jim," she hissed between her teeth, her blonde head thrashing wildly. "Give it to your sister. Put us in heaven!"
"It is heaven," he responded, struck by a feeling about the whole thing that he couldn't deny. "Sex between us is the highest form of love!"
Then they did let themselves climax, in unison as always, in the latest of positions they had found. Jolts of sexual electricity shot from her loins and spread visibly throughout her quaking body, as a huge pressure was released at the base of his young manhood and he in turn shot his hot bolts into her.
He had built up so much that he thought he would pump forever; his thick, voluminous love fluid was a tribute to his own twin sister's charms. At last, he withdrew, and they lay together panting, heaving, and totally sated.
"No one must know about this," Judy said, her beautiful bosom rising and falling.
"No," he agreed, from the depth of his own chest. "It will be our wonderful secret."
During the rest of the summer, they did explore their sibling, their twin, their one love wherever it led. And when it was time to return to their separate colleges, they embraced in front of everyone, still holding onto their secret.
"Remember the woods," she whispered. "But try to forget them, too. We must try to find other lovers, if we can."
He was surprised. But then he realized that she was only hoping against hope for an accommodation to the world of the undying union they had achieved.
Just as the woods in which they had first had intercourse would never be forgotten, neither would the thicket between her legs as the home of his lust, nor the forest of their forbidden passion which had yet to be fully explored.
"I'll try," he said wanly, as he turned away. "But I'll fail!"
And so it was. Now, as Jim paced his single room, he thought of the poetry he had also taken to writing, inspired by his new, nonvirgin self. It was love poetry, of course, and of the most personal kind. In it, he expressed feelings that he believed not to have been held by any other man.
He did suspect at times, being intelligent enough to realize his literally sophomoric state, that such was not the case. Then again, perhaps it was. After all, how many others had become one with their twin? Because all of his poems were about Judy.
Still, he tried to obey her. And so again, it was on this lovely fall afternoon that he did, momentarily, again try to forget. He focused his attention instead on the night that was to come, the event that had been arranged by a male friend.
He was to meet another young woman who might replace Judy. But who, he knew in his innermost heart, could not.
CHAPTER TWO
Her name was Lana, and she was as dark as he was blond. Perhaps the attraction of opposites would cure him of his love for his sister, he thought. Although his heart wasn't really in it, he was determined at least to try. So, when their mutual friend introduced them, Jim acted as friendly toward Lana as he could.
She seemed to like him, too. A group of about twenty people had reserved one of the college lounges for the Friday night party that had been planned, and he relaxed into the atmosphere of soft lighting, the splash of wine and beer into plastic glasses, and the slow music on the sound system. The friend had promised him a passionate male-female evening, and so it looked to be.
As some other couples began to dance closely or to move into more frankly sexual clinches, Jim put his arm around Lana. They were sitting on a cushiony sofa, and the moment was suitably decadent and ripe. She tilted her pretty face up to him, her deep brown eyes appearing very receptive. He kissed her, and she returned it, even darting her hot tongue into his mouth.
In the black sweater and skirt she was wearing, her trim body came toward him. He ran his hand down her arching back, then farther, over her firm rear and thigh. She didn't resist his advances. Moving to her front, he cupped one breast, then the other, finding them full and low-slung.
The lights in the lounge having been turned off by now, except for a single candle, he was further emboldened to run his hand up between her smooth legs, and to touch the warm and moist place at their joining. Nor did she close them on him, unless to hold him in place there. In turn, as they heard the muffled sounds of couples doing even more than that, she reached down and fondled his engorged member.
"Want to go to my room?" he invited, feeling as ready as he would ever be.
"Okay, Jim," Lana purred sleepily. "Why not?"
Not wanting to lose the moment, they slipped out of the lounge and hurried through the fall night to the building where he lived. When his door was closed behind them, he lit a candle and put on some more romantic music, instantly replicating the atmosphere they had left. His small college room was now the den of passion he had thought it could be. The music reverberated from the walls and seemed to come from deep within the listener.
While she boldly worked at his fly, he tugged Lana's sweater up and off, then unhooked her brassiere. He found her upper body thrillingly trim, her breasts heavy and her nipples excited and exciting. By the time she let his manhood spring into her eager hands, he had also lowered her skirt and panties and had palmed her lush, sodden black bush. And when he ran his middle finger along her seam, she really let go.
"Oh, lover!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Give me your big, hard cock!"
The friend who had introduced them had described Lana as "hot," and now Jim knew why. In fact, the man had said that he himself had once had sex with her in an encounter that had taken five minutes and hadn't even involved undressing. Involuntarily, Jim now chuckled to himself. If he was to have another woman, just his second one, in order to try to forget his lust for his sister, then it, and she, literally couldn't be any easier than this!
So he stripped down, although she would barely let go of him to let him do it. Panting now, she lay back on his rumpled bed, her long breasts reposing to either side of her chest, her trim legs spread and arms outstretched. In the candlelight, he saw her pubic hair and her naked loins, black and brownish where Judy's had been yellow and pink.
"Come on, Jim!" Lana urged him. "Find a rubber, and hurry. I need you. I'm burning up!"
He did as she asked, then positioned his young body over her. For a moment, he worried that her not being Judy would repel him and cause him to fail. But he needn't have. When he pushed into her, he felt himself rigid as ever, as hard as he had been at any time during his summer, sibling idyll. It was going to work very well.
And was Lana hot inside! When he began moving in her tight, slick channel, he was met by a heat much greater then his sister's, a sexual temperature that was like an inferno. He knew it wouldn't take him very long to climax, but that his partner, in turn, wouldn't mind.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" that partner now gasped, raking his back with her fingers, lifting her straining legs and hugging him tightly. She shoved her hot sex up at him, meeting his base hard, using his turgid shaft to the fullest. She was like a dark female savage, intent only upon the completion of this act of nature, striving for the most powerful release.
And they did erupt quickly. As Lana embraced him even more strongly, her flat belly tightened, her long breasts shook, and her dark head rolled wildly on the pillow.
"Oh. Oh. Oh, yeah!" she panted, her hot, sweet breath assailing him. "Oh, Jim. Oh, you made me come. Oh, yeah!"
At the same instant, he was met by a rush of her juices so copious that he scarcely believed it. They coated not only his plunging member, but also his and her lower belly and her straining rear and thighs.
"Oh, yeah. Oh!" he now echoed, having been moved by that volcanic flood to add his climax to her own. Her inner tightness, too, inspired him to a sharp, piercing release, her opening feeling like a tight ring around him.
Buried deeply in her, he pumped his condom full. And he had much to do it with, as well. His manhood became a strong, surging engine as it ejaculated his stuff in long, full bursts and for a long while. It was pure carnality at its best, he knew enough to realize. His partner was thrilled by his performance, too, as she met his eyes happily, her insides tensing and her heat rising again from the sheer strength of him.
Finally, he withdrew. But Lana was still enraptured.
"That was great, Jim," she told him, as they sat naked on the bed. "You're a fine lover."
He felt suitably appreciated. But there was more.
"Let's see how much you loved me," she went on to gush, her busy fingers going to his lap. "Let's see!"
At which, she tugged off his condom without spilling anything, then held it up and swung it back and forth before her wanton eyes.
They hadn't even known each other several hours before, and now they had had this together. Jim realized that Lana was the kind of woman many men dreamed about, one whose sexual appetite was as strong and as forthright as theirs.
She was a nympho, to the highest and healthiest degree. His male friend had done right to put them together. And that friend might even have sensed his other love, although surely not guessing it was for his sister, and have thought that such pure lust was what he needed to forget it.
The act had indeed been invigorating, compelling, and as physically fulfilling as he had ever known it to be. Nor had he been put off by Lana's difference from Judy, instead having been strongly aroused.
But, Jim thought as they got dressed and prepared to rejoin the party, it had just, in an improbably nagging way, not been as good. In fact, while Lana had embodied pure carnality, it was he who hadn't.
He was still in love, he realized, as they walked out into the cool and sobering fall night air. Love was what had been lacking, the love that the moralists always specified for any sexual relationship, the love that made it best.
He could only wonder what the moralists would say if they were told that his such love was for his twin.
Back in the lounge, the party was still going on. But the candlelight had given way to electric lamps, and the music had become faster and louder. Apparently, many couples had consummated their wanton attraction and were now intent upon other forms of fun. People were dancing, laughing, drinking, or simply sitting and observing the festive events.
Jim found a soft chair and did just that. Lana left him, in evident recognition of the fact that theirs had indeed been a casual affair.
He expected her to find another man, and possibly even to have sex with that man, too. Nor, free as she was, would he have minded in the least. But, to his wonderment and that of some others present, something very different proceeded to develop.
There was a willowy blonde young woman, apparently without a date, and the dark nymphomaniac began to fast-dance with her. Girls dancing with girls was an odd thing to men, but this was destined to become even odder. When a slow number came on again, the two women abandoned their separated rhythms, and embraced.
And from their embrace, they moved on to stroke each other's back and rear. From there, they went on to kiss, press their breasts together, and suggestively rub their mounds on each other's.
From across the room, Jim's male friend gave him a look as if to say he might have known that a woman as highly sexed as Lana would be bisexual as well. But Jim was transfixed and much less sanguine about what he was seeing. And when the number ended, when his so-recent lover actually brought her female partner over and whispered into his ear, his heart was pounding.
"We want to make it," she told him matter-of-factly. "But we don't have a room." She smiled sweetly. "Could we use yours?"
His excitement growing, he reached into his pocket for the key.
"No," Lana laughed then. "We thought you could join us. We thought you might want to see!"
Out into the fall night he went again, his head throbbing, following the two women to who knew what novel delights! Safe in his room once more, he settled into another chair, his face showing tolerance and anticipation of what would happen. He even noted decadently the area on the bed that was still wet from his previous encounter. And so did the new, blonde girl, whose name was Loretta.
Who was he, Jim decided, to disapprove of their contemplated Sapphic sex? Who was he indeed, when he was so deeply in love and lust with his own twin sister?
Now, half forgetting he was present and at the same time half performing for him, Lana and Loretta began to undress each other. Sweaters were tugged up and off over pretty heads, and bras were unhooked and removed as well. Suddenly, he was viewing two luscious pairs of breasts, one of which he had so recently seen and felt, and the other of which was pointed, pink-nippled, and new. The women went on salaciously to touch bosoms, then to hold their mammaries in their hands and rub their nipples together.
Then they removed each other's skirt and panties to reveal the dark, humid bush that had been hidden for so short an interval, and a soft blonde muff that reminded him of his sister's.
It was all Lana could do to stay in her clothes, Jim observed wryly but happily. Even at a less than experienced age nineteen, he was becoming a bit jaded by all he had seen that night.
More seriously, though, he wondered and thrilled at the fact that another woman was now undressing a woman for whom he had just performed the same service. And Lana's disrobing of the other made him think of her or himself doing it to Judy, which drove him half wild.
The dark lady and the fair one, to use terms belonging to the poetry he had read and written, now arranged themselves head to foot on his bed. As in the lounge, he had replaced candles with electric light, so he could clearly see it all. There was to be no shy rubbing together for them, either; rather a full, oral experience. On all fours on top, Lana let her long breasts hang to her partner's flat belly as her dark pubic wisps protruded from her cleft. And below, Loretta's breasts pointed sharply upward while her silky legs spread to receive her lover's hot lips upon what was equally hot between them!
Although he was far from being an expert even in theory, Jim took a moment to wonder why men were so attracted to such lesbian lust. Perhaps it was that there was not only one, but two women to be seen expressing their sexuality in it. Or better, as someone had said, it was because each was doing something of which a man highly approved: that was, loving a woman! But in any event, these two proceeded to make love indeed, and as a byproduct to give him as full an initiation into the phenomenon as he ever could have wished.
Lana dove with a passion into her partner's yellow-furred quim, making loud slurping sounds as she tongued and sucked at the other's labia. And while Jim couldn't see it, he assumed from Loretta's gasps and heaves that she was having her sensitive button licked as well.
In turn, the supine blonde lifted her head and found a delicious mouthful of Lana's dark bush, then of her wet and tender feminine folds. At the same time, she stroked the other's round rear and the smooth brown backs of her tensing thighs.
"Mmm!" the two lesbian lovers now exclaimed, their mouths too otherwise occupied for speech. "Mmm!" In his wildest fantasies, Jim had never thought his small college room would echo to such sounds as these!
The young women almost too quickly proceeded to climax, humming and quivering nakedly. At least, as an even wilder fantasy if it was possible, they then withdrew their faces from each other's sticky crotch and smiled at him in wanton recognition of what they had just shared.
But that wasn't to be all. Their smiles, as it turned out, were also a wanton invitation for him to join them!
He moved as in a dream. Springing to his feet, he stripped off his clothing, his manhood springing up as well. With the addition of a condom and the sudden subtraction of all inhibitions, he was ready to please whomever wanted to be pleased. And, since the two women had remained in their same head to foot position, he sensed exactly how to do it.
Urging Lana back and out of the way and adopting a half-raised angle for himself, he slid his fine, hard member into prone Loretta's liquid sleeve. So recently having been a virgin, he had time to feel amazement that he was so easily doing such. And he felt it even more when he began to thrust strongly and deeply, to make his pubic curls meet those of someone he barely knew.
"Oh. Oh, yes!" that someone, his second partner of the night, now panted, levering her slender young hips upward at him in rhythm. "Oh, do it to me, Jim. You did her, I did her, and I'll do you!"
But he couldn't see her face when she said it. That was because Lana was still astride her, facing him. And the dark-haired libertine now did something that made his head throb anew with the wonder of free and open sex.
She lowered her wanton face, her shameless lips, to his lap. And there, she tongued the juncture of his thrusting shaft and Loretta's liquid loins!
In the midst of such untamed action, he climaxed strongly. Urgently pumping his stuff, he strained and gasped, Loretta taking the sweet ride with him.
"Oh, God!" he shouted. "Oh, God, yes!" Then he slid slowly out, thanking his lucky star for what he had experienced.
But Lana, lifting her dark head from his lap, gave him a look that reminded him he might only be half done.
"Do you think you can, Jim?" she went on to question, even as she busily took off his rubber and started a fresh one at his tip. "Do you think you can fuck me one more time?"
Half in answer, half following, as if in a trance, his original plan, he got to his knees and moved around behind her. But, as he took his member in hand and started it into her, sufficient stiffness wasn't yet there.
"Just get it in me," his partner coaxed over her shoulder, regarding him with candid, sex-drunk eyes, seeming to indicate that she had been in such situations before. Women were forgiving, he was learning, much less innovative. "Then it will happen."
He did, and, to his intense gratification, it did! Soon he was as hard as ever, and thanking his youthful body for the carnal strength the entire, free night had inspired.
And, as he thrust rhythmically, there was some thing more. Because the two women had remained head to foot, Loretta's blonde head, her pretty mouth, were directly below his and Lana's point of joining.
And she just as boldly licked them as they consummated their natural lust!
Jim didn't know how long it took this time, nor did he care. He was totally free, totally physical, and more himself than he ever had been.
And when he climaxed once more, it was as if he were sailing off into the clear blue sky.
When he came to himself again, Lana and Loretta were getting dressed, with the calmness people often adopted after even the most stupendous sexual act. Nothing was said, and nothing had to be; what they had done had spoken for itself. Rising to his feet, he donned his own clothes, and the three of them left his college room.
Yet, he knew that he had seen as much, and with as great an intensity, as he likely ever would. It was as though this fall evening had indeed been designed to banish his love for his sister, his obsession with or even any thought of her, from his mind.
And so it seemed to be. When he returned to the party, which seemed to be of the marvelous kind that would never end, he relaxed in a chair thinking of everything but Judy. Across the room stood his two late female partners, sipping drinks with the same lips that had just shared the ultimate in intimacy with each other and with him. There was an air of decadent sophistication to their faces, as there must be to his. After all, those faces had so recently been buried in private parts!
Yes, he felt older than nineteen now, as old as the world. His sibling affair seemed almost an aberration, something that had been moved beyond. He might have thought to write some poetry about that and now this, but poetry had also been surpassed for now. Reality was better, and the best poetry after all.
So he abandoned himself to his festive feeling. Although he drank no more, the others did, and presently everyone was sitting back as he was, staring or asleep. At last, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and saw Lana and Loretta standing over him.
"Can you take us home, Jim?" the dark-haired nympho asked. "Do you have a car? Are you sober? Can you drive?"
His mind dealt with the battery of questions and he answered yes to each. Then, joined at the last minute by the male friend who had begun it all, he got up and led them out into the night.
He was sober. The reality with which he had clothed his dream had brought with it the highest form of sobriety, and "real" life, instead, seemed the dream.
Now, as the four of them walked to the car, an autumn rain came from the heavens. They gloried in it, not hurrying, even stretching out their hands to catch the drops and stomping their feet in the puddles. Poetry not completely to be denied, Jim took a moment to marvel at the beauty of some fallen yellow leaves that dotted the sidewalk.
The night was romantic. But it was only so in what one brought to it, and that was done best in the afterglow of sex, even if the sex had been largely physical. He sensed that he was building memories that would last a lifetime, and that the more he had loved by the time his life ended, the more he would have lived.
In the car, he continued his newfound clarity, his poetry of the real. The white lines on the road seemed to float in a sea of black, and the street lights looked like diamonds. Yet he was perfectly able to drive.
But the others surely weren't. And, as the car approached the place where the women were to be left, practical matters came to the fore.
"The girls are too drunk to be taken home yet," his male friend informed him from the back seat, where he was sitting with Lana. "They'd never get past the front desk in the dorm where they live." He paused. "We'll have to park and wait awhile."
Jim bowed to that wisdom, and turned down a residential street. Stopping in front of a big, dark house with a wide lawn, he turned off the ignition and the lights.
Loretta, next to him, then sleepily moved into his arms and laid her blonde head on his shoulder. The night was beyond being over, but apparently it wasn't over yet! Almost instinctively, he leaned down and kissed her smooth forehead, then her warm lips. He moved on to caress her pointed breasts in her sweater and the curve of her thigh in her skirt.
If sex wasn't amazing, then nothing was. He had seen Loretta go nakedly, wildly woman to woman with Lana, and then had gone with her himself. In fact, not two hours before, her tongue had been flicking over his member! Yet, now they were necking in his car like two novices.
This "foreplay" was following the most complete sexual experience he or she could have had. Now things had come full circle, all the way to innocence again! They abandoned themselves to it, kissing and groping, knowing that it wouldn't go farther. It was an end in itself, and there was even fulfillment in that. Besides, she kissed almost as well as she made love!
In the back seat, however, things were taking a different course. His male friend, apparently not having enjoyed fulfillment of his own as yet that evening, was linked with Lana. In the light of a street lamp, Jim could see their prone bodies in rhythmic motion. Even if he hadn't been able to, he could have heard their gasps of joy or felt their jolts of lust in the bouncing of his car.
"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Ahhh!" Lana sighed sleepily, as she and her partner reached the heights. "Ohhh, drunk makes it even better, not to mention another cock!" She had already moved on to a new man, as she doubtless would throughout her life.
Then she and her latest, but far from last, lover sat up and arranged their clothes. In turn, Jim broke his sleepy clinch with Loretta, started the car, and drove on. He and his male friend left the women at their dorm, watching them stagger to the glaring light of the front door and then turn and wave happily. They could sense the young women's complete satisfaction in their minds and between their thighs.
On the way back, Jim turned to his friend, who was now in the front seat. "Do you think she'll be all right?" he asked, referring to Lana.
"Oh, yes," was the wise reply. "If she felt guilty, then she wouldn't be okay. But her mind will be fine so long as she's free."
Jim had learned something very important. It was the prohibitions that dragged one down, not the freedoms. Nor could he fail to apply that to the forbidden passion he had tried to remove from his own consciousness.
Now they were back at the college. It had been a night to remember, indeed. After thanking the friend who had made it possible, Jim walked the dark campus for a while, just inhaling the fresh air and gazing up at the stars. On a balcony over looking the lower quadrangle, the wind in his hair, he stood, feeling an incipient power.
He felt that he would conquer the world in some way. And that way might be the expression of the wonder that was sex.
On his way back, he stopped at the lounge where the wild party had taken place. Now there was little but burned-out candles and empty glasses.
Picking up a half-full bottle, he retired to his room. There, he found further remnants in the still-moist places on his rumpled bed. He lit another candle that he would let bum down into the dawn, lay purposely back on the moistness, and, at last, drove any sobriety away. He was at peace with himself and with the world.
He relaxed into nothingness, into the dark. But, at the center of it, there was one tiny spark, something that wouldn't go away. It had a face, his own face yet not his own, and a name.
"Judy." His lips moved. "Judy."
CHAPTER THREE
The night was mother of the day, Jim had read somewhere, and so it was with him. Rising late the next morning, donning a sweat suit and running shoes, he left his room and went out to jog his hangover away. The cool, clear autumn air was invigorating, and the physical memory of the extreme sex of the night before served to relax him. Even though his incestuous relationship with his sister was back in his mind, he was determined not to let it upset him.
Most importantly, he wanted to maintain the momentum of finding other women to whom he wasn't so closely related. After all, Judy had told him to. And, even as the promiscuous Lana would have, he did so much sooner than he might have thought.
There was a deep valley near the campus, a wooded park with a rocky stream. Many were the times he had walked or jogged there, indulging his romantic visions and remembering, too, the woods back home where he and his sister had become one.
But now it was to be a different woman, and, before long, he discovered her. If you were only open to sexual experience, he had learned in spades the night before, then it certainly didn't hesitate to come your way, even the following morning! Now, it was in the form of a young woman, literally big as life, whom he passed on the forest path.
In the fleeting glimpse he had of her, Jim registered curly brown hair, a pretty face, and a body, in tight jogging gear, that was round and full. In fact, she was voluptuous, a blooming girl of about his age on whom the extra pounds looked as marvelous as a dozen years later they might not. Her breasts were prospective heavy handfuls, and her belly and thighs rounded, possible repositories of fleshly delight. Despite her jogging, she was as unathletic as he and his sister were so, and as bountiful as Lana and Loretta had been lean.
In mid-stride, he half-guiltily turned his head to obtain a rear view, and discovered her rump to be as pleasantly full as the rest of her. But that was when he also found her to be as big and open in personality as she was otherwise, because she turned, too, and called to him.
"You were looking at me, weren't you?" her alto voice inquired, as she jogged in place. Her brown eyes met his from down the path, as they hadn't when they had passed.
He retraced his steps and pulled up opposite her. "I'm sorry," he replied. "You caught me."
She smiled. "Well, I don't mind. It's just that I'm self-conscious about my size, especially when I'm doing this to try to lose a few pounds."
He wanted to tell her that she needn't be embarrassed, that her well-endowed form was already filling him with thoughts that were equally large. But he thought that would be too familiar. He did, though, give his name.
"I'm Beth," she responded heartily. And, to make a long story short, he asked Beth out for the following Friday night.
When he picked her up in his car at the nearby junior college she attended, Jim hoped he hadn't made a mistake. During the week, he had concentrated on his studies, clearing the way for, anticipating, yet half-dreading the prospect of her. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but was Beth just too fat?
But when he met her in the dormitory lobby, he was instead intensely gratified, not to mention strongly aroused. In the tight black dress, stockings, and high heels she had chosen, she was absolutely amazing. Her every voluptuous feature was thrown into powerful relief, and her forthright friendliness reinforced it. It was all he could do to keep from pulling her warm body against him right then.
They went to dinner and a movie, on neither of which he was able to concentrate. He sensed that she, too, had her mind on more intimate things. They were both sexually open and attracted, so it made no sense not to act upon it.
And, out on the street again, she unconsciously or consciously gave him a signal that left no further doubt. Experiencing some sort of problem with a stocking, she lifted the hem of her black dress, giving him an enticing view of a smooth white patch of bare thigh.
They went on to his room. Once inside, they came into each other's arms, kissing hotly. Now he had his wish: her huge breasts against his chest, her belly pressing him, his hands grasping her hourglass waist and then seizing the large twin globes of her behind. In that position, he was pleasantly surprised to discover three things about this new woman.
One was the obvious but still striking fact that women were most arousing, if not totally nude, then in dresses like the one she was wearing now. It was also interesting that they could be nearly naked on the beach and think, or have thought, little of it, yet be shy or alluring about showing too much leg when dressed as now.
The second thing was that Beth was exactly the same height as he, which was a new experience for him. Judy and the women of the week before had been naturally shorter, but this one could, and did, kiss him straight on and look him right in the eye. Her body, too, matched him strength for strength.
But the third thing was the best. When he held her close, his engorging manhood directly and excitingly contacted her humid mound!
They groped at each other and ground their hot bodies tightly together, virtually beginning to copulate while still fully clothed. But that was when Jim made one more discovery. When he ran his hand up her thigh, expecting to touch her panties, he didn't.
Instead, he suddenly had a palm full of her lush wet pubic fur, not to mention her lavish, liquid loins!
"I don't like underwear," Beth informed him, smiling wantonly at his surprise. "Just a bra for these big tits of mine. I hope you're not a panties man."
He shook his head. "Oh, no. It doesn't matter to me!"
"Good," she said, pulling momentarily away from him. "Then we might as well get down to it."
At that, she pulled off her dress and showed him everything she had!
It was the final discovery to add to his nineteen-year-old's compendium of women. They displayed their privates, and such lush privates Beth's were, much more readily than did men, not to mention in a way that drove men wild!
There was no question what Jim would do now. To his partner's equally candid delight, he unzipped his fly and let his member spring strongly out and upward. When he embraced her again, it slipped unerringly between her voluptuous thighs. And when he began an instinctive motion, its upper surface slid wonderfully between her hot, wet labia.
"Ooo, that feels great," she panted into his ear. "You're a real man!"
"And you're some woman!" he echoed, as they stood there interacting almost as well as if he had achieved penetration.
She was some woman. If he had been perfectly matched to his sister in sibling body and soul, then he was matched with this one in size. She was as big and as hearty as he was, and it made for a powerful lust.
Although they could barely tear themselves away from each other, they paused for him to get undressed. His clothes fell in a random array on the floor of his college room, gracing the already present clutter of papers and books. Soon, he stood naked and rampant.
But Beth retained her black bra, garter belt, and stockings, which made her look very wanton, especially given the absence of panties. He took a moment to survey her round belly, rear, and thighs, all of which were smooth and white, and her thick tangle of pubic curls and generous vulva.
Still, he had to see her breasts, or tits as she called them. But when he unhooked her bra in front, he was ill-prepared for, and almost overwhelmed by, what he found.
Her breasts weren't firm at all, but it didn't matter! When freed, they were fully twice as big as he had imagined them, hanging nearly to her waist. They were rounded at the bottoms, and had well-defined, hard red nipples and pink areolae, but by and large they had grown totally out of control.
"Do you like them?" Beth asked, seeing his mouth fall open and his eyes widen. "They're not too loose?"
Jim didn't want to objectify her mammaries, but she had already done it. "No, they're wonderful," he replied with a smile. "They're more tits than I've ever seen!"
Then he bent over and sucked at them as she cradled them in her arms and looked contentedly downward. Taking over, he lifted them in his hands and moved them around, exploring just how far and in what directions they would go. When this woman's breasts were extended, they might reach into the next room!
"Yes, you do like them," his partner noted, shuddering happily under his touch. "But enough is enough."
Although hypnotized by her chest, he caught her drift. It was high time to get serious, to move beyond this extended foreplay, great as it was. It was time to fuck.
And he knew just how he wanted it. After going briefly to his knees before her, where he mouthed her vulva and drove her to distraction by tonguing her clitoris, he made himself safe and lay back on his rumpled bed. She accepted his implicit invitation. Setting her big body in motion, looking lustily down at him, she straddled his lap and slowly lowered her opening onto his upright, rigid rod.
Beth was loose for someone her age, but Jim didn't find that to be a problem. He proceeded to get lost in her hot, liquid insides as she thrust this way and that with her ample hips. He gazed down with deep satisfaction at the sight of her soggy fur meeting his.
But that wasn't really why he had wanted her on top. As she leaned forward, he watched, or better was hypnotized by, her heavy, shape-changing breasts. They were all over the place, swinging to and fro and out to the sides; singly and together, her hard red nipples pointed the way. Sex could be bizarre, lusty fun as well, he was finding, and these breasts were poetry in motion of that sort!
Nor did she mind what she had and how they behaved. Regarding them and him, noting his interest even as she rode him below, she took her tits in hand. Not only cradling them now, but also seizing the nipples and pulling them up and outward, she played with her loose mammaries for all that she and they were worth.
"Do you like that?" she panted. "It also feels pretty good to me."
"Oh, yes," he responded, as what she was doing inspired him to lunge strongly up into her. "Yes!" Given those distractions, he and she almost forgot to climax. But soon they did, powerfully, she letting her full weight down and grinding her pubis hard on his. Her orgasm was as big as she was, making her fulsome flesh ripple and her curly head fall back in passion. With a final wiggle of her hips, she took herself, and him, all the way to ecstasy.
"Ohhh!" she moaned deeply. "That's it. That's it. Ohhh!"
"God, yes," he echoed, as he matched the size of her release and pumped volumes up into his condom inside her. "Oh, yeah!"
Then she collapsed forward onto him, letting her magnificent breasts swing against, then flatten upon his heaving chest.
Big Beth rolled aside, and they rested for a while. Gazing down along her sultry white body, Jim was struck anew by her fleshy sexuality. Women who were in perfect physical shape were fine, he reflected, but there was also much to be said for the Botticelli kind that she was. He was also reminded of the 19th-century beauties he had seen in illustrated books, women of a period in which plumpness had been the ideal. It was even more amazing to be seeing it now, in the flesh, right beside him!
She might have been attracted to him because he was in shape as she was not. But in any event, her large sexuality was wildly arousing yet deeply comforting to him, especially since it was as much so to her.
Still, he was unprepared for what happened next.
"You're looking at my butt, Jim," she said, breaking into his reverie.
"Am I?" he replied. He knew that he was, however, because she had just rolled it upward while remaining mostly on her side. And a remarkable butt it was, framed by her black garter belt, the twin white globes driving him wild.
"Yes, you are," Beth pursued smilingly. "Is it because you like it that way?"
For a moment, he didn't catch her meaning. When he did, though, his head throbbed with lust and his member sprang back to full erection.
"Do you?" he asked in return when he could speak, with the realization that she was actually inviting him. "To be honest, I've never done it like that before."
"Well, I have," she answered readily. "And it's sort of interesting. It makes my pussy feel wonderful, too."
This was incredible, he thought, glancing around his so recently lonely college room. He had found, by being open, yet another woman who loved sex even in its more unusual forms. Not only his wish to divorce himself from his incestuous love for his sister, but also his initiation into sex itself, seemed destined to be wholly fulfilled.
So he tried it. After watching his partner get up on her elbows and knees, he changed condoms and moved into a kneeling position behind her. With her prodigious breasts draped on the bed, her broad back curving and her ample rear wiggling, she looked back over her shoulder and encouraged him to begin. She even reached back and spread one of her big white cheeks to afford him easier entry.
Jim examined the tender red folds of her sex, which had lately given him so much pleasure. He even slid his rod in and out of her several times to obtain the lubrication he sensed he needed. But then he focused his attention, and the tip of his manhood, on another opening.
Tentatively, he introduced himself there. He was met by an excitingly tight constriction, and then the promise of a channel that would accommodate him as well as the one he had just enjoyed.
"Go ahead," Beth grunted, betraying a variant feeling of her own that was occasioned by this different road to passion. It seemed more savage, more linked to the primitive basis of lust.
"Go ahead!" she commanded more urgently, so who was he to argue? And a moment later, he was thrusting between her capacious white cheeks as she grunted and strained some more.
It was incredible. He felt all the way down to earth, having now experienced every orifice, every way that sex could be. His head swam, his temples throbbed, and his breath came in gasps from the pure sensation. He also felt himself building to an orgasm the like of which he had never had before.
His partner went wild, too. He had wondered why she would actually invite this kind of coupling, and now he knew. She was big enough to enjoy it, so she could also enjoy the stupendous sensation it brought.
"Oh. Oh, God, Jim!" she shouted, not moving much but also not resisting all he had to give. "Oh, I'm a bad girl to be doing this. But I guess I'm just kinky. Because I love it. Oh, Jim!"
"Uhhh!" he grunted in return, feeling himself on the verge of an impossibly sharp and delicious release. "Uhhh!"
They prolonged their anal coupling for as long as they humanly could. He even reached down below his slowly thrusting shaft and inserted a finger in her wet womanhood, sliding it along her sensitive node. She loved that, and he was gratified to see it. Another marvel of sex was that despite his relative inexperience, he instinctively knew just what to do.
But then they broke. "Ahhh! Oh, God!" he cried out loud, still being unprepared for the sheer, sudden strength of it. "Oh, no. Oh, yes. Ahhh!"
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Alyeee!" the big woman screamed in turn, reaching the same destination. "It's so bad. It's so good! Alyeee!"
They had followed the less-traveled road to its end. And, as he slowly withdrew, Jim knew they would forever be linked in intimacy by the journey.
His relationship with Beth became a longer one, continuing through the fall. While they never again did what they had on that first night, they met and made love several times a week. There was a rhythm to his life now, one that involved classes, the outside reading and music he liked, jogging, and the trips to the junior college to pick up his lover. He felt content and very adult, his forbidden love for his sister still present in his mind, but not presently acted upon.
Perhaps that was how life was, he reflected. Beth, big and mature beyond her years, was like a wife to him, and perhaps wives were better than perfection. That wasn't to mention the perfection that was involved when one had actually had sex with one's twin.
They went to concerts and football games together, always winding up in his room afterward. There, a ritual developed, as they enjoyed a glass of wine, then stripped down and indulged in the pleasures of the bed. A favorite moment was when he stood behind her at his dresser, reaching around her full body to pour the wine. In the mirror, he saw his hands then move to cup her breasts, and their eyes met deeply, expressing the knowledge of the intercourse they were about to share. His manhood, too, on her generous rear, reminded him of something they had shared already.
He was content. But one bright and chilly December morning, he found a letter from Judy in his mailbox. And that letter, as he sat and read it in a deserted lounge, served suddenly to put Beth as far out of his mind as if she were on the moon.
* * *
"Dear Brother," the first of several pages, in her beautiful handwriting and on blue, scented paper, began. "Dear Lover!
"I know I've only written you newsy little things before. But that was because I was trying to avoid what happened last summer, just as you were. After all, I had tried to be the strong one and tell you to forget.
"But now I've found that I just can't. And that's why I'm addressing you as lover as well as brother! I yearn to hold you in my arms again, but more importantly, to have you deep inside me. My pussy aches for you, Jim, and my breasts long for your touch!
"I've tried to forget you by having sex with other men, as I'm sure you have with other women. For example, I spent last weekend with a nice, dark-haired guy, and we fucked every which way. If you'll excuse my candor, he gave his big cock to my pussy from in front, from behind, and with me riding him. We gave each other head, too, and I must have come a dozen times.
"But not one of those orgasms was half as good as it was with you! That was because he wasn't my brother, much less my twin. We're so perfectly attuned that I despair of matching it anywhere else.
"So I've come back to you, Jim. In fact, just before I started this letter, I did something about it. I lay down naked on my bed, with your picture lying between my legs. Then I massaged my breasts and worked my nipples. I ran my hands down my tummy to my pussy, then up my open thighs to the same place. Then I opened myself up and stuck two fingers inside myself. With my other hand, I stroked my button until I was sighing and heaving.
"Yes, I went on to come to your picture, my brother! As I built higher and higher, I looked down past my pussy to your smiling face. And I don't think you'll say it's gross if I tell you that I even got my stuff all over it. When I let go in a huge, screaming climax, I poured out my love juice to you along with my heart!
"It was like our first time in the living room back home, Jim. Yet it wasn't, because I only had an image of you to stroke myself to. And it was far from the total union we later achieved.
"So I want that again! I'm counting the days until Christmas vacation, and the minute we're alone together, I want to have you as completely as before. I'm not strong after all, and I'm giving up forgetting. Instead, I'm remembering it all!"
And the letter was signed, "Your Sister, Your Mate, Judy."
In a trance, Jim left the lounge and went back to his room. Everything was changed now, or rather it was back to the way it had been. His mind, extending to his quickly responding manhood, was again on but one person. So, as soon as the door was closed behind him, he reached into the bureau drawer where he had buried it in trying to forget, and found the picture he, in turn, needed.
He lay down on the bed and freed his throbbing erection. Stroking rapidly, he brought himself to release. His seed didn't fall on the face he was looking at, although it well might have. In any event, his climax, as he knew it would be, was better than any he had experienced since the summer before.
Then he wrote to his sister and told her he would have sex with her again, and forever. After that, he tried to figure out what to do about Beth.
"Your sister? You fucked your twin sister!"
The big woman shouted it, then stood shaking her head. Jim had decided, when they met that night, to tell her everything.
"Well, I can't say it isn't sexy," his lusty friend continued. "Or even kinky, if I want to be a bad girl. But really. That takes a lot of getting used to.
"Still, I guess there's poetic justice in it," she went on. "You two being so alike, and all. And I guess it does happen more often than people will admit."
He was glad she understood somewhat. But he knew there was more to come.
"I guess that takes care of you and me, though," Beth concluded. "Not that I mightn't still want you, but you wouldn't want me, as least for keeps. So I'd better move on."
He could only stay silent, because he couldn't disagree.
Then, by mutual consent, they made love one last time. It would be better that way, they decided, than to part as they were. It would be an homage to their past lust, or as she more earthily put it, a farewell fuck.
Naked, she motioned him to lie back on his bed, his manhood pointing upward. She straddled him, head to foot, letting her loose breasts caress his stomach and her ample thighs hug his chest. He ran his hands up the backs of her smooth white legs and over the prodigious globes of her behind. This was what he would be giving up, and she had probably chosen this frank position to remind him of it. But he had no choice.
And there was more that he would be foreswearing. His fingers found her wet, sweet loins, her intricate red folds and her firm button. He opened them to reveal her entrance, not being unconscious of the other one he had also enjoyed. Then he put his lips on her labia, his tongue on her joy spot, and tried to make it as good for her as he could.
Below, she addressed his turgid rod. Also attempting to maximize his pleasure this last time, she took him deeply toward her throat. Forming her lips to his shaft, pressing her tongue on its underside, she nodded her curly head up and down while sucking strongly. Her fingers fondled his balls and stroked his tensing thighs.
They moaned in unison as they tasted each other deeply. More and more avidly their mouths worked, until they were on the brink of release. She climaxed first, as he might have wanted it, her fulsome flesh rippling as always, her loins putting out floods of slick juice onto his tongue.
And he followed. Just at the moment of release, she sucked hard. It made him shoot more wildly than any time with her before.
Beth turned around, and they fell asleep in each other's arms. It hadn't been her custom to stay over with him, but on this last night, she did. Waking sometime in the middle of it, and finding his manhood nestled in her lush bush, he thought of her as a wife indeed. But he was sure now that he could never have a wife, except the twin who was forbidden to him.
In the morning, he helped the big woman get dressed, fitting her heavy breasts into her bra. The act was symbolic, since he was veiling her from his sight forever. One last time, he stood her in front of his bureau and embraced her from behind. But now their eyes now longer met in the mirror.
"Good-bye, Jim," she said when they parted. There were tears in her eyes, but a wondering smile on her face. "I hope you find happiness. With your kind of love, that's a tall order."
"Yes," he agreed wanly. "I'm sorry, Beth. You've been wonderful. I wish it could be different, but it just can't."
"Well, we had fun," she concluded.
During the few days that remained before Christmas vacation, he finished up his classes and exams, clearing the way for the next part of his young life. When he drove home, it was with anticipation of the holidays and of seeing Judy, but also with apprehension of what he and his sister would find. Still, he was ready for whatever the renewal of their carnal love would bring.
When he pulled into the driveway, she was standing at the door, looking more beautiful and desirable than ever. And he saw in her eyes the message that their union would be total again.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh, Jim!" Judy exclaimed, coming into his arms with a hug that could appear sisterly, but that they both knew to be so much more. "God, how I've missed you!"
"Me, too," he responded, stroking her blonde curls and gazing into the blue eyes that reflected his own. Their lips met in a deep kiss. "If you only knew how much. But of course, you do!"
She was wearing a tight sweater and jeans, and he watched her body appreciatively, lustfully, as they went into the house. The other women he had been with had indeed been great in their own ways, but she was his only ideal. If anything, her breasts had grown rounder, her waist trimmer, and her rear even more tempting since the summer. He found it hard to keep his eyes off the place between her legs, too, and to keep himself from getting hard in turn.
But they made it through dinner with their parents and even watched a movie on the living room TV. After the older people had gone up to bed, though, they were on each other like wildfire.
They couldn't make much noise, but they didn't have to. Turning to her on the sofa, Jim slid his hands up under Judy's sweater, unhooked her bra, and cupped her full young breasts. Their flesh was incredibly warm, smooth, and firm, and her nipples became very hard under his touch.
Then he eased her sweater and bra off, and, in the soft light, explored visually what he had just fondled. When he did, he encountered the most perfect feminine upper body he knew he would ever see.
"Damn, Sis!" he joked, trying to lighten the emotion that was now threatening to overwhelm him. "You've really grown a pair. You should try out for a tit mag!"
"Oh, no," Judy laughed. Then she only renewed his excitement. "These breasts are only for my own twin brother to kiss and lick and suck!"
And he did. First burying his face between them, he then moved from one to the other. On each, he made ever-narrowing circles with his tongue, until he was sucking hard and happily at the erect nipple and the puckered areola. His sister stroked his blond head and made a soft purring sound as he tended to her sensitive young mammaries.
But soon, as if it had a mind of its own, his tongue went astray. It ran down her flat, tightened tummy to the waistband of her jeans, where it stopped, momentarily stymied.
"Oh, Jim," Judy sighed. "You can never behave.
You'd eat or fuck your sister anytime and anywhere."
"I would," he confessed, thrilling as he pictured it. "Like now, and here!"
They loved each other impossibly much, they knew. But tonight it was to be sheer fun, and a joyous release of the sexual tension they had built up during their months apart.
She lay back, and he went on to unzip her jeans and to work them and her panties down and off. Now he could take in her marvelously curving hips, rear, and thighs, all of them smooth and firm to his touch. Now, too, his tongue could resume its downward journey, and it did, licking that quivering flesh. But it, and his eyes, soon returned to one special place.
"My God!" he exclaimed, when he more closely examined her yellow bush. "What have you done?" But his surprise was a pleasant one. For she had trimmed, into the center of her thatch, a perfect "J"!
"For Judy," she explained, as he went on to nuzzle it. "But even more, for my brother Jim, to whom it will always belong!"
Then his tongue at last reached its goal, as it separated her tender labia. Her sex, he saw again, was as clean and perfect as the rest of her. He licked along her inner pinkness, prompting her delicious juices. As she reached down and clutched at his hair, raising her breasts to absolute fullness between her extended arms, her thighs tightened on his head and her body stiffened with arousal. And when he tongued her button, she climaxed almost at once.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, yesss!" she hissed between her teeth, stifling a shout lest she wake the household. "Oh, it's even better than I remembered. You're better than any picture to make love with."
"Mmm," he responded, holding for dear life onto her quaking haunches, tonguing faster and faster, staying with her to the end. "Mmm!"
Then they sat up on the sofa, panting heavily. "Oh, my brother," Judy said, catching her breath. "Here I am, all naked and happy, but you're not even undressed. What kind of a sister am I, anyhow?"
"The best in the world," he replied, kissing her with lips that still bore her own juices. "But yes, I could use a little help!"
So she went right for his fly, letting his restrained manhood spring hugely out and upward. Her blue eyes widened when she saw it, as if to acknowledge how perfect that was, too. Indeed, it was something that she, so otherwise like him, didn't have. But instead of envying it, she had solved matters by taking it into herself.
She helped him out of his clothes. Then, going to her knees on the carpet before him, where he could enjoy the sight and the feel of her silky back and her violin-like shape, she licked up along one, then the other of his strong thighs, all the while gazing wantonly up at him. She settled between his legs and boldly mouthed his balls, with the underside of his upright rod on her lovely face and its tip in her fair curls. For a moment, she arched up and tickled his member with her breasts, its end with her nipples, as he reveled in her healthy young womanhood.
But then she returned to where they both wanted her to be. Running her tongue from his base to his tip, she suddenly took it between her lips, then as much as she could of his shaft into her hot and expressive mouth. Her head bobbing in rhythm, her hands clutching his legs, she willfully and urgently brought him toward the heights she herself had so recently scaled.
He, too, climaxed almost at once, and she took everything he had to give. Her eyes looked excited and happy, and he could see her marble-like throat moving as she swallowed.
"Oh. Oh, sister. Oh, yes!" he exclaimed, as he pumped his seed and his heart toward her. At last, she disgorged him, and they sat nakedly on the sofa and talked.
"So what have you been up to since the last time we saw each other?" Judy inquired. "You didn't say much in your letters, and I'm curious. Did you really find some other women?"
"Well, I have been up, as it were," he joked. "I can fill you in, as if I haven't already."
"Oh, you're a brat, Jim," she scolded, reaching down to stroke his satisfied rod. "But yes. Tell me everything."
"Well, there was Lana," he began. "She was slender and dark, not to mention being a real nympho. She even took my rubber off and held it up to look at my stuff."
"Mmm, sounds interesting," his sister purred. "And then there was Lana and a blonde woman, Loretta," he continued. "They came to my room and did a lez act for me."
"Oh!" she reacted, raising her eyebrows. "That's even more interesting."
"And then, sure enough, there were Lana and Loretta and me," he told her. "My first and only threesome."
"Wow!" Judy exclaimed, betraying voyeuristic pleasure. "I've never had a threesome, and I've never gone with a girl."
"I don't know if you'd like it or not," he said somewhat protectively. "But anyhow, then there was Beth."
"Damn, you've been busy," his sister noted. "So tell me about her."
"Well," he said, feeling very sophisticated, "Beth was a classic big woman. Her breasts, for instance, were bigger than yours, but they were all loose." He reached over and felt. "I like yours a lot better."
"Oh, you!" Judy reacted. "But now you've got me all hot and bothered. You've got to fuck me, Jim! The oral stuff was just a warm-up. You've obviously had a lot of experience since last summer, and I want to see what other new tricks you've learned!"
Having said that, she got back down on the carpet so they would have more room, and he got into position over her. His manhood was instantly renewed by the deep and yet forbidden quality of their love, not to mention her present boldness. But before he entered her, he looked down along her nineteen-year-old body, her upright breasts, flat belly, spreading thighs, and golden sex. And when he did, he felt a thrill that had been absent from even the most extreme of his other encounters.
His sister was Woman to him, completely and forever. They had been fated by birth to be two halves of a whole, they had found the joining of those halves, and now they were together once more. She had said nothing further about their finding other partners, and he knew it was now far from their shared mind.
So, when he slid thrillingly into her, it was almost like a marriage. There was the excitement of the purely sexual, coupled with what could indeed have been the consummation of a romantic ceremony. He found that she fit him perfectly, better even than he remembered; he had probably forced himself to think the others were as good. If their sibling minds and souls were alike, it only followed that their physical parts would be so.
"Ahhh! Ahhh, Jim!" she reacted, with a deep intake of breath followed by a long sigh, when she felt his rigid length penetrate her to the hilt. "Ohhh, you're in me again!"
"And you're holding me, Judy," he replied, as her arms and legs as well as her hot, slick channel encompassed him.
Then he made love to his own twin sister long and slowly, supporting himself on his elbows and knees, but also letting her firm, upstanding breasts caress his chest and warm his heart. Not being passive herself, she levered her luscious hips upward, meeting his every thrust. The fluid sounds of their coupling could even be heard in the softly lit living room. And their shared rhythm seemed to be echoed by the movements of the planets above on that cold winter night.
"Oh, this is too much!" he gasped, as he felt them both building to a climax that might even take them beyond those planets, to the farthest reaches of the universe itself. "Oh!"
"Oh, yes!" she panted. "We have to let go. Or else we'll lose our minds!"
So they did, in a mutual orgasm, an onrush that was everything it had promised to be. His head throbbing, he pumped what felt like his whole insides into her, and she responded with an outflow of juices that covered him like a flood.
"Oh, Jim. God. Oh, yes!" she struggled to say, her entire body heaving with ecstasy.
"Oh, Judy," he echoed. "Ohhh!"
Then he pulled slowly out, and they lay together, sated. And when at last they caught their breath, she voiced what was on their mind.
"We're almost too perfect together," his sister theorized. "If we don't watch out, it could destroy us."
"Yes," he agreed. "So we'll have to come down sometimes, make it earthy, if we want to survive."
"That's right," she nodded, running her fingers through her damp blonde hair, then his. "And let me start by telling you what I did while we were apart.
"I met a football player named Bill. I hope you won't think badly of me, but I guess I was trying for a purely physical relationship in order to get over you. Not that you're not very physical, too! But you know what I mean, and in line with what we've been saying, I'll be candid as well.
"Bill took me to his room after a game one warm Saturday. He asked if I was a virgin, and I told him he was just my second man. I didn't tell him that my first one had been my own brother!
"At any rate, he then stripped off the T-shirt and shorts I was wearing, being nothing if not direct. I went into his strong arms, and he deftly unhooked my bra. He cupped my breasts in his hands, looking very pleased at how full and round they are. Then he slid his fingers under my panties and explored my smooth, tight buns. After that, he moved his hand around in front and cupped my humid, furry pussy.
"I got just as unapologetically physical. Going for his fly, I hauled out his cock, which if you'll excuse the comparison, was quite a piece of sports equipment in itself! I knelt down and gave it a few licks to make it a hundred percent hard. But oral wasn't really what I was after. Instead, I wanted to be fucked! I wanted that big jock to boff me, to drive you, and me in another way, out of my ever-loving mind.
"And he did. Only pausing for us to get totally naked and for him to put on a rubber, he laid me back on my bed and put it to me. I barely had time to spread my legs before his turgid tool was sliding into my juicy snatch. He went all the way in, then he moved in long strokes, lunging powerfully. He was so strong, too, that he held himself up on only his fingers and toes, so that he was doing the best kind of push-up! He looked like he could fuck forever, and he could.
"I met his rhythm for a while, lifting my sexy hips and squeezing my tits in my hands, which turned him on all the more. But then, after I came and he didn't, I just relaxed and let him do his damndest. He made me climax again and again, and still he wasn't ready to call it a day. It was like he was in a three-hour football game.
"Finally, I told him that he just had to make it. I was all sweaty and panting, and while I wasn't exactly complaining, all games had to end sometime. So he nodded, and, after scrambling my brains with one more orgasm, he went through a pounding, straining one of his own. He was so physical that he could climax, or not climax, whenever he wanted to. He was like a big fucking machine. And when he did shoot off, it was like a rocket!
"So that was Bill," Judy concluded. "If I'd wanted that kind of guy, I'd certainly found him. We had sex a couple of other times, and I still get wet just thinking about him."
She paused. "But he wasn't as good as you, brother. He still wasn't as good as you!"
Now, as he lay naked with her on the living room carpet, Jim regarded his twin sister with mixed feelings. He was glad she had shared her experience, and he didn't blame her for having done what he himself had, and what she had told them to do. Still, he found a bit of natural male jealousy entering his mind. And when she said what she said next, he supposed his reaction to be natural, too.
"Enough about Bill, though," Judy laughed. She glanced down at his manhood, which was rising again. "Why don't you show me one more new trick before we go up to bed?"
"I will," he replied, suddenly remembering something that he and Beth had done. "And I'll bet it's one even you and Bill didn't try!"
Then, half-wondering if he was going too far, yet believing that nothing should be foreign to two people as close as they were, he urged her up onto her hands and knees. He took a moment to enjoy the way in which her breasts, even when pendant, still retained their perfectly round shape, and to run his hands over her silky shoulders and back, trim waist, and smooth white behind. His sister's body, he knew again, was the most impossibly luscious female one that he or any man could ever desire.
But then he knelt behind her and slid his member into her slippery sex. That, however, was only to lubricate himself for what would follow.
Grasping her hips, he pulled out and repositioned himself a little higher. When she felt his tip touch, then actually probe into that place, she turned her blonde head and gave him a look of surprise mixed with forbidden fascination.
"Oh, Jim," she sighed. "But yes. Do that. Do it." So he pushed all the way into her as she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and grunted with perverse pleasure. She even reached under herself and stroked her more usual channel. In that way, her hand also contacted his balls. He hardly needed to move for their pleasure, and he didn't. She wiggled and rotated her rear, which was more than enough.
The novelty of the act made them climax quickly. "Oh. Oh, brother!" she exclaimed, what sounded like an expression being literal in their case. "Oh, damn!"
"Oh, sister!" he echoed. Then he shot her full of his urgent seed, looking down in amazement at where he was coupled in that manner with her incredibly sexy form.
He slid slowly out of her, and again they lay together.
"I don't know what to say about that," Judy sighed, her gorgeous behind still shifting in the afterglow of the sensation. "Except that we wanted the physical part tonight, and we took it all the way to the end."
"I'll pretend you didn't mean that as a pun," he replied, seeing a way to relieve their obvious tension. "But I don't plan a repeat performance."
"Okay," she laughed now. "I did say you'd do it anytime and anywhere, but I didn't imagine that kind of 'where' ! Still, we've known each other every way we can now, and that's good, at least once."
At last, having enjoyed a reunion to remember, they struggled to their feet and upstairs to their beds.
During the rest of Christmas vacation, Jim and Judy continued their forbidden affair. To their parents and local acquaintances, it appeared that they were only demonstrating sibling affection and playfulness whenever they kissed, hugged, or chased each other around. The fact that they were twins made it even more understandable.
But, to themselves, such actions were evidence of a deeper truth: that two people who were indeed so close should now have achieved the closest relationship of all.
They built a snowman and threw snowballs at each other, they went for a sleigh ride together, and they hung their stockings and tore open their presents with a special glee. All of it, though, was only a prelude or a counterpoint to the love they made in the living room while everyone else was asleep.
On New Year's Eve, there was a party with some of their friends. In spite of the chilly weather, Judy chose to wear a thin, short, clinging dress.
"You'll catch cold," Jim told his sister.
"I have my reasons," she replied. "You'll see." And he did. Again, her feminine wisdom accomplished something he hadn't thought of. At the party, the other young women were envious and the young men were awestruck by her scarcely concealed beauty. But when he danced with her, her warm breasts against his chest, her hot mound pressing on his manhood, and her naked thighs tight against his, it was he who was possessing her. And he was doing it almost as if she were naked, although it appeared innocent enough.
"You're a genius," he told her as they moved together. "You figured out a way for us to flaunt our love without anybody thinking twice about it."
"Thank you," she breathed into his ear. "It isn't good to keep a secret, especially one we don't feel guilty about. So we can at least act things out."
The party went on, until a champagne toast was drunk, noise was made, and the traditional song was sung at midnight. Soon, a number of couples were leaving with obvious intent in their lusty eyes.
Jim and Judy left then, too. They drove carefully home through the cold winter night, with the bright stars of their shared fate shining above them. She sat close to him, her coat pulled tightly around her. But he slid one hand inside and under her dress to cup one of her round, naked breasts.
They were like two people going steady and petting in a car, but for the fact that those two people were brother and sister.
And when they walked into the house, they were so in heat for each other that they had to do much more than act out. But that was when they made a fatal, if innocent, miscalculation.
Later, Judy would attribute it to her very desire for them to share their secret, and to the way in which she had accomplished it. For it had caused them to let down their defenses to too great a degree.
Later, they would wish that they hadn't given in to the temptation to make love just as they wished.
But they did. And it resulted in an upheaval in their young lives from which they would require a long time to recover.
"Let's not do it in the living room tonight," Judy said, as she took off her coat and again revealed her thinly clad form. "Let's sneak up to my room."
"But our parents," Jim cautioned. "They're asleep, but they're here. That's really playing with fire."
"Oh, it will be all right," she reassured him, even then pressing her luscious body on his. "It's late anyway, so we'll do it quickly, and then you can leave."
What happened was just as much his fault, because his body then led where his brain had balked. Following her up the stairs, he was hypnotized by her gracefully moving shape and her ill-concealed rear. And when they entered her frilly bedroom and she lay wantonly back on the mattress, having cast aside the little she was wearing and spreading her legs to reveal her entire, moistening cleft, there was nothing but his body, his throbbing member, to guide him.
What a wonder his sister was! Jim thought. He had learned that a plain woman could become beautiful through a beautiful attitude and motions, and a beautiful woman less so through the absence of them. But what was to be said when, as in Judy's case, the woman was beautiful in all ways? And when, at nineteen, she was in her absolute, young sexual prime? As she now smiled and raised her inviting arms to him, her flat tummy tensing with anticipation and her round, hard-nippled breasts upthrust, her power was such that no man in the world could deny her.
So, stripping naked, he went into those arms, and into her. And while they had done it many times during their vacation week, this time was the best. Their lust having been built up in the course of the party, it was at fever heat with the prospect of release. Although his sister was by physical temperament a cool, blonde beauty, her heat, when he felt it in her liquid loins on his rock-hard manhood, was positively Mediterranean.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, as he thrust rapidly. They both had recognized that this was not the time for a slow, lasting session. "Oh, fuck me, Jim. Fuck me quick!"
"I'll fuck you," he responded, actually seeing how fast he could bring them to fulfillment. "Oh, lover!"
And in less than a minute, they did climax in wonderful unison as always, and incredibly sharply and strongly. Their heads swimming with the sheer joy of it, he pumped so much, and she exuded so much, that they wondered where it was all coming from.
Their merged minds seemed to tell them that it could only be from the power of their brother-sister love.
But that same power was also their downfall. In short, being so overcome by it, confident of it, and guiltless about it, Jim forgot to leave her room, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
"Oh, no. Oh, my God!"
It wasn't Judy's voice that woke him, perhaps in a further cry of passion. Nor was it night any longer, because sunlight was streaming in the windows.
No, it was their mother. And she was joined a moment later by their father, who took on the same shocked expression.
"Oh, damn!" he shouted. "My son and my daughter like that? Oh!"
There was no way in which Jim and Judy could hide what they had been doing. Their nakedness was apparent, not to mention his member nestled at her sex. They had been found out, and all they could do was to wait for their world to come crashing down around them.
Jim tried one futile argument. "But we love each other," he pleaded. "We're perfect together. And we don't see anything wrong with it, so why should you?"
But that only made their father more furious. "Get dressed!" he finally forced out, trying to bring himself under control. "Then come downstairs, and we'll figure out what to do."
Still in Jim's arms, Judy began sobbing. "Oh, now we'll be cursed," she said. "And we'll never be able to see each other again!"
"Hold on," he reassured her, even now wanting her. "There will be an answer."
So he got up and put on his shed clothing from the night before, while she took a robe from her closet. Then they slunk downstairs to meet their fate.
"Here's what your mother and I have decided," their father said, as the four of them sat at the dining room table. "It must be our fault as parents, so we won't punish you too severely. Judy, you'll go back to college immediately, this afternoon."
He paused. "But Jim, I want you to take a semester off and live out at the farm. There's plenty of work to be done, and maybe it will straighten out your mind."
Jim slumped in his chair, realizing the irony. The run-down farm that their parents held as an investment was the very same place where he and his sister had first had sex together.
But Judy was outraged. "It's just as much my fault!" she cried. "And it's not your fault as parents. In fact, that's the wrong word. We believe what we've found is beautiful, not sinful or dirty or something to be punished. And why should he be banished for it, just because he's a man?"
But their father scowled. "Don't push me, young lady," he said.
The family meeting was over. Their parents got up and withdrew to the living room, where they could hear their mother crying. It was obvious that their elders wanted nothing more to do with them before they left.
Stunned, they went upstairs to pack their things. When they presently stood outside in the cold, wondering if they would ever be allowed to enter the house again, Judy drew close to him.
"We could run away together," she said. "We could go someplace where no one knew we were brother and sister, and we could live there as husband and wife."
"Yes," he replied. "But we haven't finished college, so what kind of jobs could we get? We'd have to tell our parents, too, and it would break their hearts as much as if we'd totally disappeared. We'd also be living a lie, and it would haunt us." She hung her blonde head. "But what can we do?" she asked, sad-eyed. "We must be together, in body as well as soul, at least sometimes."
Now he became the one who thought of an answer. It was far from perfect, but it would have to suffice.
"We must try one more time to find others," he said with determination. "Not to make us forget our love, since we know now that will never happen. But to keep us apart most of the time, and to keep our minds off each other."
"Oh, Jim," she sighed. Now she came into his arms, not caring if anyone was watching from the house. "You're right. But it's going to be so difficult."
"No one said it would be easy," he replied. He savored the sensation of her full breasts against his chest, her warm mound on his manhood, knowing that it would be a long time before he held her close again. "And our relationship is even better for its being forbidden, as well as the other way around." Then he gave her a deep kiss, endeavoring to join their bodies in that way as they couldn't be joined below. He drew back and drank in her beauty of face and form, engraving it in his mind and soul until their next meeting, whenever that would be.
"Good-bye, Jim," she said, and forced herself to turn away.
"Good-bye, Judy," he answered, letting her hand slowly slip from his grasp. "My sister. My love!"
As he drove off through the snow, he recalled what fun they had had playing in it, before their world came apart. But he forced himself to look to the future, and to what new things, in his young life, he might find.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jim arrived at the farm in the dead of winter. In the ramshackle house, there was only a wood stove in the living room and an electric blanket on the bed upstairs. He shuffled back and forth between them, doing little else but sleep, watch television, gaze out the frosted windows at the bleak, snowy landscape, and try to keep warm. He missed Judy.
But after a week or so, he became more active. The food in the kitchen ran out, and he had to drive to a market in a nearby town. The wood pile ran low, and he trudged down to the woods to cut some more. He even began to work on some of the projects he had discussed with his father, such as renewing the walls, ceilings, and floors. He found himself looking forward to spring, when he would paint the exterior of the house and mow the fields and lawn.
He missed his sister, with whom he was even forbidden by their parents to have any contact by mail or phone. But he had kept her picture, which he looked at every night. And she seemed to be telling him that while nothing would indeed replace their love and sex together, it was now time for him to find another as he had said.
So he began looking. And one evening, when he was driving back from the market, he came upon a young woman walking along the road. She was thin and blonde, and she appeared to be shivering in the parka and blue jeans she wore. Jim pulled over and offered her a ride.
"Thanks," she said, moving over on the seat closer to him than he might have thought. Introductions were made, and her name was Sally. "I started to walk home, but now it's getting dark."
Jim had read that it was easier to become familiar with someone in a car, since the occupants were staring straight ahead and so there was less pressure. That was true now. As they talked easily, he found Sally to be nineteen but more innocent than he at the same age, as innocent as her miscalculation of the time needed for her walk. She unzipped her parka and threw the hood back, and he glanced over to see a pretty, blue-eyed face and a body that was just as slender, small-breasted, and narrow hipped as his sister's was full. She wasn't in college as he was, but was working in a store in the town.
It turned out that she lived with her parents on a farm about a mile beyond what he now thought of as his place. When they reached his house, he slowed down.
"Want to stop in for a cup of coffee?" he asked, recalling her shivering. "And I've got a nice hot stove."
Sally considered. "Oh, I guess it won't hurt," she finally said, with a smile.
Inside, he took her coat and found her a chair amid the rubble of his fixing-up. When she took the cup he handed her, and when she warmed her hands by the fire, there was a youthful grace to her movements that touched him deeply. And when he showed her around the house, pointing out his work, he ventured to place his hand on her shoulder.
But Jim reminded himself to go slowly. Sally was clearly no nympho like Lana, nor as worldly and lusty as Beth. He even thought she might be a virgin as his sister had been. So, after the coffee, the warming up, and the tour, he took her on home.
Nothing happened that time. But he was happier in the desolate farmhouse than he had been since he had been banished to it. And two days later, he accidentally on purpose drove to town at the same hour he had met her before.
This time, he found the store where she had said she worked, and he offered her a ride from there. They stopped at an old-fashioned diner, where they feasted on burgers and fries. Sally's blue eyes met his as they talked and laughed together. And when his eyes strayed down to her pointed breasts in the white sweater she was wearing, she didn't look offended.
They returned to his place, knowing full well what might happen. In the warm living room, he did kiss her, holding her slim shoulders and tasting her sweet young lips. She returned his advance, and came closer, all the way into his arms. He could feel her breasts against his chest and even her warm mound on his manhood.
Remaining ready to stop if she said to, he took hold of the hem of her sweater and began to pull it upward. He thrilled when he saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. When she lifted her slender arms and he gently tugged her sweater off over her head, her small breasts stood up like precious jewels, her red nipples hardening. She shivered, and not from the winter weather outside the farm house windows. He now knew she was a virgin, indeed.
"Do you want to do it?" he asked, running his hands over her smooth, bare flesh.
"Yes, Jim," Sally replied, reaching tentatively down to explore his manhood. "But you'll be nice, won't you? It is my first time."
"I will," he nodded. "I'll show you just how nice sex can be!"
Then he led her upstairs to the bedroom, turned on the electric blanket, and laid her on it. He took off her shoes and socks, and unzipped her jeans and pulled them down off her small behind and her slim legs. She was wearing flowered panties, and he took those off, too.
Her blue eyes betraying a bit of hesitation, she put her hand between her legs to cover herself. But he gently moved it away. And, when he did, he saw her beautiful, soft yellow bush and her pink labia peeping out beneath it, all so innocent-looking that he was touched deeply. He bent down, slid his hands under her firm rear, and began to kiss and lick her passionately.
"Oh, Jim," Sally sighed. "Do you really want to do that?"
"Yes, I do," he answered, glancing up along her fresh young body. "It's clean and it's good."
"All right," she said. "It sure feels good to me!"
So he ate her delicious sex to his heart's content as she abandoned herself to her feelings. Soon she was panting and heaving, venturing to squeeze her small breasts and to pluck at her nipples, becoming as hot as the blanket underneath. He sensed it was the first time she had been that intimate with a man, and he was glad to see her enjoying it.
But then it was time for more. Leaving her for a moment, he stood up and took off his shirt, showing her his upper body that had become even more developed by his recent work. Then he kicked off his boots and got out of his jeans and shorts, letting his manhood spring strongly upward.
Sally's eyes widened and her mouth opened when she saw it. But her legs opened wider, too. She raised her arms over her blonde head and shifted around sexily on the mattress. She was ready for what he had to give her.
"Do it, Jim," she told him, with a dreamy smile.
"I want you to make me a woman!"
"I will," he confirmed. "I will!"
And he did. After adding a condom, he got over her and positioned his tip at her virgin entrance. Then he pushed slowly, gently, but ever so resolutely inside. He felt her resistance break, and her whole young body seem to acquiesce as well. Now, as his sister had been, she was completely open to him, and to the life and the world of sex before her.
That was, if he could call open the tightest channel he had ever entered! As he penetrated to the hilt and then began to thrust in rhythm, the extreme friction excited both of them endlessly. More and more, what had begun as a delicate encounter grew liquid, hot and torrid. Sally lifted her legs and grasped his shoulders with her hands, as they both started to pant and sweat despite the cold air above the blanket. She had indeed gone directly from innocence to the pleasures of womanhood.
"Oh, Jim!" she gasped. "It does feel so good, so right! I didn't know it would be this great."
"It's the best thing in the world," he replied. And at that point, his relationship with his sister was far from his mind.
He kept at it for a good long time. Whenever he felt his new partner or himself about to climax, he slackened his pace, wanting to make her first encounter much more than a simple coupling. He even rolled over and let her ride him, which she did hotly. He saw with delight her eager expression, her tightening tummy and her small, jogging breasts.
But, at last, they couldn't hold off any longer. Stopping, then squirming, then shouting with uninhibited glee, Sally went through the first real orgasm of her life. And he followed, straining, then shooting, up into her marvelous tightness, in an incredibly sharp, mind-blowing release.
"Oh, God!" the young blonde shouted, grinding her mound down onto him. "Oh, Jim. Oh!"
"Oh, yes!" he echoed. "You're so fine. Ahhh!"
Then she collapsed down onto him, his member slipping out of her. As she hugged and kissed him, actually thanking him for what had given himself so much pleasure, he felt at peace for the first time in weeks. And he sensed, on a more basic level, that he had only awakened someone who had been made for sex all along.
"You're very passionate," he told her, as he reveled in the weight of her slender female body. "I'll have to watch out that I don't lose you to other guys!"
"Do you think I am?" she responded, moving sensuously against him. "Well, you should know. And you did awaken my curiosity." Then she giggled. "But you're more than enough for me right now, Jim. And I want you to teach me more!"
During the days and weeks ahead, he certainly did. A routine like he'd had with Beth developed, in which he would do his work at the farm, then pick up Sally from her job in town, then take her to his place and home after that. She had told her parents she was working late, since after his own recent experience they didn't want anyone's disapproval to invade the sexual idyll they had found.
And an idyll it was, bounded and enclosed by the walls of the upstairs room and the edges of the bed. Jim and Sally had defined their own little world of pleasure, and they inhabited it well.
The first thing he did, after giving her oral attention and then helping her to give up her virginity, was to teach her how to do him, too. One night, when they were naked, he lay back on the mattress, his manhood pointing strongly and throbbingly upward.
She curled up with her face at his lap, and examined him. "Ooo, you're so amazing," she cooed. "Your long, hard shaft, and all. No wonder you give me so much happiness."
It was as if she were commenting on an all-day sucker. Nor was he slow to pick up on the similarity.
"Go ahead and touch it," he encouraged her.
She did, with ill-concealed glee and arousal on her own part, as she hadn't done before. Her small hands traced his rod from tip to base and back again, then fondled his balls and even far behind then. It was all he could do to keep from going off right then and there.
"Now try your mouth," he said. "After all, sex is clean, and I did the same for you."
Without even a moment's hesitation, her lips went to his tip, and her white teeth excited it. Then she trailed her pink tongue deliciously down him, and mouthed everything he had.
After that, he didn't need to tell her what to do. Warming to her carnal task and demonstrating more of the inborn knowledge he had sensed in her, she gave him head as if she had done it many times before. Her blue eyes looking boldly up at him, her blonde hair tenting over and tickling his lap, Sally took him into her hot, nineteen-year-old mouth and moved in rhythm. She bobbed and she sucked, even using her tongue to work wonders.
"Oh, damn!" he exclaimed. He threw back his own blond head, closed his eyes, and balled the bedclothes in his fists. "Damn, you're good already!"
"Mmm," he heard her reply. "Mmm. Mmm!" With attention like that, it wasn't long before he had to let loose. "I'm ready," he warned her, thinking that her mouth might not be quite prepared for what would be in it. "Watch out!"
But she was receptive to that new thing, too. When his brains became scrambled with delight and he pumped fast and furiously, she took all that he had to give.
Jim opened his eyes and looked downward. When he did, he saw a sight that made him hard again. Sally had taken her mouth away, but her lips were still linked to the tip of his rod by a long white strand.
Where was the rest of his stuff? he wondered. But he soon found out. Rolling her eyes, her pretty face bearing an expression of the purest, most innocent lust, his partner slowly let out one, then another, then another dribble of white and let it run down her chin. It dripped onto the bedclothes, except for what she caught in her hand. That, she examined as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.
"Well, you certainly learned that lesson!" he laughed, as she even moved up along him to kiss his mouth with her sticky lips.
"You're a good teacher," she giggled irrepressibly. "But I want just a little more practice!"
Then Sally turned around and straddled him head to foot. Again, she addressed his upstanding member, her ministrations being made additionally interesting by the fact that her mouth was reversed. The position seemed to come naturally to her, too, and he looked joyfully down under her young body to where she was pleasuring him. Her sharp, pendant breasts were especially exciting.
But he was just as interested in something else. That was her yellow-furred, pink-lipped pussy, which was right before his eyes. And "pussy" was the right word for it, he thought, because it was so sweet and warm. As it hadn't been when he had tended to it before, it was wide open and completely displayed, from her little button, to her tender folds, to her lovely opening.
And he tended it well, again. As she passionately worked on him below, he licked and mouthed her in the best way he knew how. He traced her every intricacy with his tongue, then flicked it rapidly over her button, then darted it inside her. He even used it on her other opening, which served to drive her wild.
"Mmm. Mmmmm!" Sally hummed, her slender body straining with joy.
"Mmm!" he echoed, as they stayed happily and actively linked there, upside-down.
At last, they climaxed in unison. She put forth a flood of warm juice onto his face, and he issued another great gush of his essence into her waiting mouth. If he had sought to initiate her into oral pleasure, then it had been done in spades!
They slept, without changing position. And when Jim awoke, it was to the sight of her beautiful, most intimate parts, and to the wonderful feeling of her silky hair on his satisfied member.
One night, when it was still winter, Jim and Sally got stuck in his car in a snow storm on their way back from town. He pulled to the side of the country road and waited for the snow plow to come by so that they could go on. He ran the motor and the heater from time to time, and they snuggled together to keep warm. The snow covered the windows, enclosing them in another world of their own.
"I feel safe with you," she said, lying back with her blonde head in his lap.
"You make me feel good, too," he replied, not being unconscious of the fact that he was growing hard. Then their closeness turned to pleasure, as it always did.
His hand strayed underneath her parka to her pointed breasts in her sweater, and he massaged them, making her sigh.
Then he went lower, down over her flat belly and between her slender legs. She was warm there, and he stroked her through her jeans, which made her writhe sinuously and move her cozy head on his hard member. This was the best kind of snuggling!
"Mmm," Sally purred. "Jim, we've got to do something more."
He was about to suggest what, but she did it herself. Turning over, she unzipped his pants and freed his rigid manhood. Then she got her mouth on it and happily began bobbing and sucking.
In turn, he worked his right hand between her and the car seat and inside her jeans and panties. His middle finger found her hot, sweet cleft, and he rubbed it along her and worked her sensitive button.
"Oh. Oh, damn!" he panted as he felt himself building. "We don't even need to make it home, to make it!"
He couldn't see her in the dark, but he was sure that her blue eyes were smiling up at him in agreement.
Gripping the steering wheel, he exploded into her mouth, and she took all he had to give. At the same time, as he worked her faster and faster, she squirmingly climaxed around his finger, issuing a passionate flood of her own.
Just then, there was a rap at the snow-covered car.
"You folks okay in there?" a voice asked.
It belonged to the driver of the snow plow, whose approach Jim and Sally had been much too occupied to hear. She sat up, he covered up, and he rolled down the window.
"Yes, we're just fine," he answered.
"We're very fine!" she added, dissolving into youthful giggles.
Then they thanked the man for his concern, and got back on the road.
"I don't think he guessed what we were doing," Jim said, as they followed the plow to the house.
"But even if he did," his lover theorized, "I don't care!"
"Yes," he agreed, suddenly recalling Judy and himself at the New Year's Eve party. "It's fun to exhibit it in public because of the danger that's involved, but also because it's a way of affirming the relationship people have."
And that wasn't the last time they would do it in the out of doors.
Suddenly, it was spring. Over a succession of sixty-plus days, the snow melted as quickly as it had come. Again the contours of the old farm reappeared, the field and the woods.
Jim finished his indoor work and began his new chores of painting and mowing. He walked the land, feeling the spring grass under his feet and the warm sun on his shoulders. His heart was renewed.
He thought more of Judy, and of their fated brother-sister love. This was especially so when he revisited the picnic place by the stream, where they had consummated it the summer before. So it was only natural that he would seek to be with Sally there, too.
One Saturday, then, he led her down to the woods. She was wearing short shorts and a cut-off top now, and he looked appreciatively at her slender, smooth-skinned body. He stopped to pick wildflowers and offer them to her, and she smilingly wove several of them into her yellow hair.
Under cover of the pale green, newly leafed trees, they began to romp playfully. He chased her along the woodland paths, caught her squealing self, then turned and had her chase him. They were like two happy savages engaged in a primitive mating dance. Again, he thought of how close to nature all sex was, their present, idyllic surroundings only confirming it.
At last, he let her catch him, and he fell backward onto the carpet of leaves.
"I'm going to ravish you, Jim!" Sally shrieked, straddling his legs. "Oh, yes I am!"
"Oh, help!" he responded, in mock fear. "This girl has the springtime hots. She's going to fuck me!"
And she did. Freeing his burgeoning manhood into her small hands, standing up for a moment to unashamedly shuck off her shorts and panties, she lowered her so recently virgin sex onto him. It was hot, slick, and thrillingly tight as always, and the first touch of its furred entrance on his tip nearly made him climax. But he held off and let her engulf him completely, waiting for the even greater pleasure that would follow.
Sally tugged off her top, too, getting completely naked in the great out-of-doors. She began moving on him, her blue eyes lustily meeting his, her blonde hair bobbing. She cupped her pointed breasts in her hands and let her hard pink nipples peep out between her fingers. He gazed happily down to where her young loins met his.
"Oh, yes," he sighed. "Ride me, girl. Give it all you've got!"
"I will," she giggled. "Consider yourself ravished, my friend!"
Then she raised up, and without even letting him out of her, turned around and rode with her back to him. Now he could watch that slim, curving back, not to mention her firm round buttocks meeting his lap. She was so slender that he could still see their joining on the upstroke. Once more, he was struck deeply by the beauty of carnal love, and he marveled that anyone could call it unclean.
It was wonderful to see Sally so totally letting go in sex. As he and Judy had initiated each other, and as Lana had led him into further variety, he felt gratified that he had opened the door for this other nineteen-year-old. She would go on to share herself with other men, as he would with other women, and he and she would be better for having known each other.
But now they were building to an orgasm. Jim wonderingly saw his partner turn around again, then go through a convulsive release. Her stomach tensed, her whole body shook in waves, and her sex spasmed around his rigid rod.
"Eeee!" she squealed, as her hot juices flowed. "Oh, Jim. Ahhh!" Then, just when he was ready to explode, she lifted off him.
But she did take care of him. As he watched in fascination, she used both hands to eagerly stroke him to completion, until he was shooting great geysers of his stuff into the air.
Afterward, they lay back on the leaves and talked. And it turned out she had a surprise for him that he didn't know whether he welcomed or not.
"My parents are moving to the next state," he heard her say. "And I guess I'll be moving with them. I don't make nearly enough money to support myself." She paused. "That is, unless you have anything else in mind."
He didn't, nor did he think she really did, either. Neither of them wanted a long-term commitment.
"We've never talked about the future," he responded gently. "For us, there's only been the present."
Sally took that as his answer. But then she said something that suddenly made him realize how smart she had become, and at the same time how much in love he still was, though not with her.
"Yes," she replied. "And a great present it's been. But I've always known there was someone else, too."
He didn't deny it. But he didn't tell her it was his own twin sister, as he had in the case of Beth. Given her more limited experience, he sensed she would never understand that.
So the time in the woods was almost their last. Jim kept picking her up from work, and they kept having sex. But they had their minds on separate futures now.
And one bright May morning, Sally kissed him on the cheek, and was gone.
Jim's father appeared at the farm. "You've been busy," he said, inspecting the work inside and outside the house. "Looks good."
"Thanks," Jim replied. His labor had been fulfilling, and it was good to have his father's approval, at least of that.
But he knew he didn't dare to ask if he could now see Judy again. His dad did tell him she was healthy and doing well at college, but no more.
Still, he wondered if his father wasn't mellowing. Perhaps the older man was coming to realize the fact that prohibiting something only made it stronger and more attractive.
During the days ahead, Jim spent some time sitting in a lawn chair, reading. He discovered the writer Thomas Mann, who had won the Nobel Prize notwithstanding the fact that his work had included a story of brother-sister incest like his own. He read of ancient kings who had married their sisters, that act having been accepted and even endorsed by their cultures. He only wished that he and Judy could have lived back then.
But he still couldn't see her. So instead, he became involved with yet another woman. In fact, when he looked again at his sister's picture, she seemed mystically to be telling him to.
His father had told him, now that the main farm work was done, to find jobs doing the same sorts of things for others. So, packing his tools into his old gray car and exploring the country roads, he did.
And that was how he met Maud.
CHAPTER SIX
Maud was an unusual name, but then the one to whom it belonged was an amazing woman! At thirty, she had a wide, pretty face, dark curly hair, and a voluptuous, white-skinned body. Not big like Beth, but with more maturely formidable curves than his sister's; she simply exuded sex, whether she wanted to or not.
And the black halter top and blue denim shorts Maud affected as her summer dress didn't help or hurt, depending on one's point of view. The former left bare a full three inches of her burgeoning breasts, and the latter did the same for her smooth, firm behind.
Maud was married, too, and Jim didn't know what to think about that. She and her husband were from the city, and he only came up to the country on weekends. So she was left alone with Jim in the old stone house on which he had contracted to do some interior plastering. And because she didn't like the sun on her sensitive white flesh, she was always indoors talking with and watching him.
He worked with his shirt off, unconsciously or consciously displaying his young muscles. Her talk and her patent sexuality were distracting to him, but so was his body to her. In fact, by the start of his second week of work, they had driven each other to distraction itself! To be frank about it, he had an erection most of the time.
The dam of passion broke one afternoon when he asked Maud to hand him a tool. Her hand lingered a little too long on his when he took it, and then she touched his forearm. From there, she went on to stroke the hard, sweaty muscles of his shoulders and back.
"Oh, my," she said. "I've never done anything like this before. I've been faithful to my husband ever since we were married eight years ago."
She paused, and smiled. "But I guess there's always a first time. And maybe the best way to break the ice is to just, well, do it!"
She was assuming he wanted her too, and she assumed right. In fact, he almost creamed his jeans. So he turned to her, unzipped, and let his huge erection spring frankly into her waiting hand.
The older woman practically fainted when she saw and felt it, her first new one in years. It was younger and probably stronger than her husband's, too, Jim thought. Her brown eyes widened and she actually panted with arousal as she was confronted by his manhood.
He took hold of her halter top and tugged it downward. If the truth were known, he had ached to see her large breasts naked, and had even masturbated to his image of them and the rest of her curvy body, back at his farmhouse. Now it was his turn to be overwhelmed.
They were even better than he had imagined! Bigger than Judy's, but not floppy like Beth's, they were a mature glory. He eagerly traced their pure white smoothness and roundness with his callused hands. He fingered her sizable red nipples to hardness, and her areolae to puckered excitement.
But Maud stopped him. "Oh, Jim!" she exclaimed. "You're driving me wild. You've just got to get your dick in me."
"Okay," he replied, being almost knocked over backward by the released lust of this thirty-year-old bombshell. "I will!"
He unzipped her denim shorts and pushed them and her panties down. When his hands touched her belly, he could have sworn that she had an orgasm. Her voluptuous body quivered, and her legs went weak. She clutched his arms, and he held her up by her firm round rear.
"Jim," she confirmed. "I came! But that will only give you a little more time for foreplay. With you, I'll be able to make it again and again!"
She regained her balance, and he took a minute to feast his eyes on her naked female flesh. He had seen a lot of her shapely arms and legs, her hourglass contours and her bared midriff. So he concentrated on what he hadn't seen! Again, he addressed her large round breasts, lifting them in his hands and bending to suck at her nipples. He turned her, encountering her buttocks, which were like twin white globes. Kneeling, he kissed them, which made her heave with ecstasy.
But then he turned her again, and viewed what he had put off viewing in order to heighten his excitement. That was the place between her legs, which again was even better than he had thought. Her luxuriant black bush was sopping wet with her juices. And below it were her swollen red labia, her mature female place that was aching for his entry.
When he touched Maud there, she went absolutely wild. And when, still kneeling, he put his mouth on her and began tonguing her, she practically leaped onto his face.
"Ahhh. Oh, Jim!" she exclaimed, twining his fingers in his blond hair, pulling him to her. "I came again! But we still have to fuck. That will be even better."
"We'll fuck," he replied, tearing himself away. "Oh, boy, will we!"
Then he stood up and led her over to a sofa in the living room, letting his jeans drop along the way. She lay right back and spread for him, her breasts rising to full, hard-nippled roundness. Her flat tummy was quivering with the expectation of his entry, and her buttocks were tensing. Her snowy thighs were wide open, as was her dripping sex, exposed to the pink. Her arms reached out, entreating him to approach her. He had never seen a woman so raunchily ready for carnal love!
As his achingly hard rod pulsed with his heartbeat, Jim prayed that he wouldn't climax without it even touching her. But he was able to get over her and plunge it inside her in one smooth stroke. She was incredibly hot and wet, and now it was really all he could do to keep from being a minuteman. He sensed she wouldn't even mind, though, because the instant he was into her, she had another grinding orgasm.
"Oh. Ohhh!" Maud gasped this time. "Whoops! I came yet again. And whoops! It looks like I have your dick in me. What would my husband say?"
He wondered if she were this passionate with her husband. But even more, he wondered how he himself was going to handle her. This woman was sex incarnate, and probably far-out sex to boot!
Her wild eyes met his as she concentrated on her pleasure. She seized him with her arms and legs and gyrated crazily. He hardly had to thrust because of the way she moved. By an act of will, he kept himself from shooting, but it wouldn't have mattered if he had. With someone like her on his member, it would have gotten hard again instantly. She had said she could make it forever, and so could he!
Nor did he mind the fact that she was the aggressor, or that she concentrated purely on herself. She made herself so hot that way that he was a supreme winner, too.
Oh, what a fuck this was! He usually didn't apply that term, but now there was no other word for it. He had thought his education was complete, too, but that was before he went with a thirty-year-old woman. She wanted even more than did younger ones, and he wasn't about to drop out of her sexy school!
At last, he let himself explode. A sublime feeling seized the base of his rod, then flowed out along it and up his rigid spine. He began pumping so strongly that his stuff must have reached her innermost recesses. He hadn't even thought of a rubber, but her eyes told him it was all right. Slipping out of her, he hosed the rest of his hot white jets all over.
"Oh, Jimmy!" she screamed, climaxing as well in her endless supply. "Oh, God, you stud!"
"Aaagh!" he shouted. "Oh, yeah!"
Seldom had he been so completely drained. His head swam, his limbs went weak, and he collapsed down on top of her, her big breasts flattening against his chest. But she slithered out from under him, and, amazingly, got onto his back. He could feel her hard nipples tickling him and her slippery vulva grinding on his firm buns as she went for yet another release. Damn, would this woman do it any which way she could, and would she never quit?
In turn, he slid out from under her. Not taking it at all amiss, she got up on her hands and knees. She motioned for him to kneel behind her, as he looked wantonly at her heavily hanging breasts. She shook her tousled dark hair and gazed back at him with a look of unbelievable frankness. He stared down at her wet, red, wide-open cleft.
Maud slapped her snowy rear, sending waves of sexual electricity though herself and him. "Fuck me, Jim," she panted. "Fuck me again!"
Gone, at this point, were any thoughts of poetry or love. And if he had worried whether he could respond so quickly afterward, he needn't have. His member was totally renewed and pointing upward. In fact, he had to lower it to reach her opening! Holding onto her hourglass waist, he plunged back inside her. His balls nestled in her lush fur, thrilling him to no end.
Again, he hardly needed to move. She set up a rocking, heaving, breast-swinging motion, using the whole length of her hot, silky sleeve on him. He was left to squeeze her buttocks and to stroke her sexy back. Other men might complain of such an active partner, but not he!
"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh!" Maud grunted now, as she built them higher and higher. Her stuff coated his balls and ran down the backs of her straining thighs.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, yeah!" he echoed. He was totally lost in lust, and it felt just fine.
Once more, they exploded simultaneously. He felt her sex spasm around him, and saw her quiver from head to toe. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back to him, driving his rod more deeply into a woman than he ever had before. It seemed that even his balls would be taken inside. In that state, he underwent a massive orgasm, clenching his teeth and pumping yet another steaming load.
"Oh. Ohhh!" Maud wailed, being so overcome with sexual emotion that she actually cried. "Oh, Jimmy. Oh, God!"
"Damn!" he responded, tears coming to his eyes as well. "Woman, I don't know what to think anymore. Except that you sure as hell know how to fuck!"
Maybe it was his new physical lifestyle, as opposed to his reading and dreaming in college, that had made him such a purely bodily being. He didn't know, but he surely didn't care. He had found a corresponding female, and she was here with him right now.
After sliding slowly out, he lay with her on the sofa and enjoyed the sight of her satisfied body. And satisfied it was, if only for the time being! Her round breasts, curving belly, dark bush, and swelling thighs inspired him with a feeling that was strangely stronger than that in any poetry he had written. Maybe, he thought, there was a poetry of pure lust.
He told her his life story, brief as it was. He even blurted out his love for, and the fact of his actual intercourse with, his own twin sister, and she didn't even bat an eyelash! It was as if she were a sex goddess with whom anything was possible, with whom sex overrode all else.
And when she told him about herself, he found out why.
"It's true that I haven't had another man since I got married," Maud said. "But before that, watch out! From the time I was nineteen until I was twenty-two, I had dozens. It wasn't so much that I was a nympho, as that I wanted to experiment. I came from a very free family, and I wanted to find out all the different ways that sex could be."
She paused. "And though I wasn't in love like you, that didn't rule out doing it once with my younger brother. He was a virgin, and I wanted to help him get started. All in the family, like they say!"
When he heard that, Jim felt strangely gratified. She was the first other person he had met who had had a similar relationship to his.
But Maud went nakedly on. "I had sex with other women, too. And for a couple of months, I even worked as a hooker in a bar! That was one way I had so many men. I got into things like tantric yoga, as well, in which sex is a religious experience as it really should be."
She was basically a woman after Jim's heart, and even farther advanced that he.
"But then I settled down with my husband," the dark-haired voluptuary concluded. "To tell you the truth, I was a little tired! Yet my old way of life seems to have broken out again, with you."
He ran his hands over her sex-charged body. And there was no more work, or at least work on the farmhouse, done that afternoon!
During the summer days that followed, Jim and Maud discovered ever new ways of pleasing each other. They were totally shameless and wanton with one another.
With the exception of weekends, when her husband came up from the city and Jim disappeared, the old stone dwelling was a sexual playhouse. Its walls echoed to their naked romps and their cries of passion. If his place had become a little world for Sally and himself, then this was a wider and wilder one. They stripped the upstairs bed down to a tightly stretched sheet, making it like a stage for their sexual performances.
She taught him the positions of the Kama Sutra, of which she had once made a study. But this was on-the-job training, not knowledge gained from picture books! They would try two or three positions during a single copulation. Many was the time they manufactured an encounter in order to attempt a new one. And on several occasions, they even pulled muscles in the course of their inexhaustible ardor!
They made love morning, noon, and night. Jim usually neglected to go home so that he could be at his lover's beck and call. Clutter and dirty dishes went unnoticed as they concentrated completely on sex. He learned to know her privates, and she his manhood, as well as if it were their own.
Even meals provided little interruption. One evening, they had bought some fresh strawberries and were enjoying them for dessert. They were sitting naked at the rustic dining table, since they usually forgot clothes. He had whipped some cream and was about to spoon it onto the bright red berries.
Suddenly, he was attracted by her hard red nipples instead. Getting up and walking over to her, he covered each of them with whipped cream. He went on to spread it all over her large round breasts. And, as for getting up, his member sprang to rigid attention.
"Oh, Jim, you're such a rascal!" Maud scolded. But her brown eyes expressed wanton delight. "You've got sex on the brain."
"Well, you're the one who put it there," he replied. "But it's really between my legs!"
Then he bent down and licked her firm mammaries clean, leaving her hard nipples and puckered areolae for last. His tongue ran enticingly around them, flicking the last traces of cream off the tips. Her well-endowed body began to writhe sexily in her chair.
But having done that, he wasn't anywhere near ready to stop. Taking a big handful of whipped cream from the bowl, he slathered it between her luscious thighs. He covered her dark bush with it, and pushed it down between her labia. He spread it up onto her tensing tummy and even worked it into her navel, a place he had always thought to be overlooked in its sexy possibilities.
"Oh, my!" Maud exclaimed with a happy shudder, becoming visibly turned on. "This is something new, for sure!"
"But wait until I lick it off," Jim told her, feeling pleased that he was the inventive one this time. "That will be even better!"
And he kept his promise. Laying his hands on her thighs, he knelt and burrowed into the delicacy, the new "dessert" he had created. He first licked her belly clean, twirling his tongue around in the place that had so attracted him. He moved lower, removing the cream from her thick pubic thatch. In order to get all of it, he had to run the hair between his teeth. That got her all the more aroused.
Then he went deep, taking care of her outer folds, her inner ones, and her sensitive button, which was like a strawberry point indeed. When he did that, he found the whipped cream to be mixed with her natural, freely flowing juices.
"Delicious!" he exclaimed. "You're as clean, good, and rich as the topping. And the combination has to be tasted to be believed!"
Not to be outdone, she reached down, stuck a finger into herself, and brought it to her lips.
"Mmmm," she reacted. "You're right. Tastes good! And by the way, you're a very thorough licker."
"Thorough?" he replied. "Thorough? Just wait until you see how thorough I can be!"
At that, he dove back in and proceeded to bring her to a screaming orgasm. Her fingers clutched his hair and her thighs were clamped tightly on his head as she went through changes. Then, without even letting her come down, he had her get up and bend over the table as he sat in the chair behind her.
Now he was inspired by the glorious freedom of this encounter, and of the whole sexual world they had made. He took another handful of cream and slathered it on her round white buttocks, whose shimmering shapes he licked off, too.
But then he spread some more down between them.
"Oh, Jim," Maud said over her shoulder. "Not there?"
"Yes, there," he answered triumphantly. "And why not? Why in the ever-loving world not?"
She couldn't give him a reason. So he pushed his hungry mouth deep, clearing her cleft and then concentrating on her other opening. It drove her absolutely wild. Her voluptuous body writhed and heaved as she went directly to another climax.
"Oh, damn!" she screamed, feeling her lover's face in her rear. "Oh, that's incredible!"
At last, his essay in whipped cream was completed. But another kind of creaming soon had to happen. Specifically, his member was rock-hard and aching for release.
"I have to fuck you now," he said forthrightly. "Boy, do I have to!"
"Be my guest," she replied. "After all that, you deserve it!"
So he stood up, reared back, and dramatically put it to her from behind. He had to remind himself not to enter her where his mouth had just been, since she hadn't bargained for that. As it happened, though, there was some whipped cream left in her vagina, which made for an exotic sensation on his rod. He held her waist and lunged crazily as she tossed her dark head and clutched the edges of the table, her big breasts pushing out to her sides.
"Oh, God," she panted. "You ate me in front, you ate me behind, and now you're fucking me!"
"I'll fuck you, babe," he responded to the impossibly sexy older woman, getting all the way down as he never had before. "I'll fuck you so your pussy will remember my dick forever!"
He was a reader and a poet, an athlete and a workman.
Then he came, and so did she, yet again. A huge pressure built at the base of his rod, and was released just as hugely. He thrust and he pumped, as her magic sleeve spasmed around him.
And he added his cream to the other kind that was still in her.
Jim withdrew, walked round the table, and collapsed into his chair. Maud, facing him, gave him an amazing look of wanton satisfaction, then oozed back into hers. Their bowls of fresh strawberries were still intact, but there wasn't a drop of whipped cream left!
"Oh," his partner in lust pouted, a suddenly mysterious look in her dark eyes. "I can't eat my berries without any cream." She paused significantly. "Can you give me some, lover?"
For a moment, he didn't realize what she meant. But when he did, his head throbbed with astonishment. Men might be more forthright about sex, he knew then, but women were inwardly wilder.
"I can," he gasped, getting up and walking over to her bowl, the absolute kinkiness of her request allowing him to respond again quickly. Then he stroked himself until he and she were rewarded.
And he watched his lover contentedly savor strawberries that did have cream.
That was enough for him. When your mind was completely blown, all you could do was to excuse yourself, call it a night, and head off to bed.
And that was what he did.
There were other amazing encounters between Jim and his outrageous, thirty-year-old sex partner. He kept working at her house, she kept watching and seducing him, and they both kept exploring every possible road to passion. They continued to do it at all hours and, like Sally and himself, outdoors as well as indoors. The fields and the woods of her farm became extensions of the sex den that was her house, and they often had to remind themselves not to be exposed to people in passing cars.
The summer went by like a wet dream that was real. He almost forgot to mow the grass at his place because he was so seldom there. In August, though, something happened that brought a change.
Jim's father had relented, and he was going to be allowed to go back to college. And he might even get to see Judy again, so he knew that his days with Maud were numbered. She knew it, too, since it was nearly the season for her to go back to live full time with her husband in the city.
But the way in which their parting occurred was something else again.
One hot morning, he and Maud were lying together on the back porch. She was topless, her full breasts shamelessly bare, and the denim shorts and sunglasses she did have on made her look very kinky.
Suddenly, the man who was obviously her husband came around the comer.
"Hi, honey," he said. "I thought I'd pay you a surprise visit."
Then he saw Jim, and there could be no doubt how intimate his wife was with him.
"Oh," the husband concluded. "I guess this is a surprise!"
Maud covered her big breasts with her hands, which only made her look more kinky, and the three people went into the house. There was no fistfight, as Jim youthfully might have imagined. Instead, they sat down at the table, the same one on which Jim had so recently eaten whipped cream from the other man's wife's body, and talked it out in a civilized way.
"I should have expected this," the husband, a dark-haired man whose name was Kent, said to his spouse. "It's my fault for leaving you alone most of the summer. I knew how promiscuous you were before you met me, and how much sex you need."
"I'm sorry," Maud replied. "But yes, that did come out again. I found this young stud, and I just couldn't help myself."
"I think you've helped yourself pretty well," Kent said, glancing at Jim. "And I'm not really mad."
He paused, as if deciding whether or not to tell something.
"How can I be?" he concluded. "When I've been stepping out myself with a young blonde named Cheryl?"
Now it was his wife's turn to be surprised. She lowered her hands, baring her breasts again. Given this sort of frankness, it made no sense to cover them.
"I guess I'm not mad either," she finally said.
"Though women are pretty jealous." She paused, too. "But what do you suggest we do about this whole state of affairs?"
Kent thought for a moment. "Well, I think we'd all feel better if we let down any remaining barriers. Why don't I drive back to the city and bring Cheryl up here, too?"
"All right," Maud replied. "Why don't you?"
No one had asked Jim what he thought about all this, and he was suddenly a bit suspicious. He had professed freedom, but this could be something else again. Still, he went with the flow.
That same day, Kent did return with Cheryl. She was indeed a nineteen-year-old blonde girl, about five-foot-two and with a cute face and a compact, very curvy figure. Her breasts, especially, looked to be perfectly round and almost impossibly firm.
They were. In order to break the ice for his illicit friend as well, Kent suggested that they all lie on the back porch, nude. The four of them reclined on a row of cedar chaises, as Jim sneaked glances at Cheryl's hot body and her soft yellow triangle. It was all very decadent, and all very kinky and arousing. In fact, he and Kent were growing visibly hard.
The older man was first to act upon it, since he had surely envisioned a foursome all along. Rising almost casually to his feet, he moved into position over the young blonde.
"Excuse me," he said. "But I might as well get things started." Then, as her juicy thighs instinctively spread to accommodate him, he slid his member right in.
That left Jim and Maud to join in if they wanted to. And she, especially, did want. On her chaise, she spread her arms, her legs, and her dark-furred sex invitingly. Following his manhood, he went over, onto, and into her.
It was his first foursome, but even in the midst of it he wondered if it was as it should be. Now, despite his usual pleasure with his well-endowed friend, he began to feel odd. That was because, even as he thrust in her, he noticed that she was looking not at him, but over at her husband.
In turn, Kent, even as he laid his hard-breasted friend, was looking at Maud. The whole encounter was really between those two, not them and their illicit partners. It was a mixture of the assuagement of their anger and a means of reconciliation, not to mention absolute decadence.
Jim's lover was a stranger to him now. And perhaps, he thought, she had been all along. Still, the decadence held an attraction for him. After all, he was now having another man's wife right in front of him! And, while he tried to be ashamed of it, that fact only made his efforts stronger.
"Oh, yes!" Maud proceeded to pant, getting fully into it herself. If you were going to put on a sex show for your spouse, she seemed to be reflecting, then it might as well be a good one. "Do me, Jim. Do me like you've done all summer!"
"I'll do you," he echoed in spite of himself, as her fingers raked his back, her big breasts bobbed, and her wanton mound bucked up at him. "I'll do you one more time!"
They all went on to climax. And in that, too, Maud and Kent seemed determined to accentuate their reactions.
"Oh. Oh. Ohhh!" the wayward wife shouted, her voluptuous, naked body shuddering in great waves. "Oh. Oh, God!"
"Oh, damn!" her cheating husband bellowed, as he shot into the other, younger woman he was balling right beside her. "Damn!"
Jim and Cheryl climaxed, too. But their orgasms only seemed to be adjuncts to what the married couple was experiencing, flaunting, or rubbing in. He and the young blonde woman were, indeed, third and fourth wheels.
Still, now that the four-way had begun, it might as well continue. If it was decadent, if he was put off by it, he could hold those reservations but at least explore it. And in truth, he was attracted to the short, unusually firm-bodied blonde. So he decided to see that would happen.
And, soon enough, something did. Kent, once the two men were renewed, took the next logical step. He suggested that they switch.
Now the older man was back with his wife, in what must have been the oddest of reunions. As Maud lay on the chaise with Jim's stuff still inside her, he got over her and introduced his own rampant rod.
And Jim, without even a by-your-leave, went and thrust into the actually not unwelcoming Cheryl, while reflecting that such was a very strange, yet wildly thrilling way in which to meet someone new.
Still, he and the woman his own age went on to find their own relationship. Her channel was hot, slick, and extremely tight, and he couldn't help but think that her older lover had made an excellent choice. Her breasts, too, were amazing, as he looked down and watched their roundness hardly move as he balled lustily. Her face bore a sweet expression, and he now realized that she wasn't very bright. A large part of her life was probably to give physical pleasure, and to feel it.
"Mm-hmm, Jim," she purred, as she built happily and almost automatically to her orgasm. "That's it. Mmm!"
"You're so beautiful and luscious," he told her, thinking she would want to hear that, as his member moved in her formfitting sleeve. "Oh, yes!"
Then they climaxed, and he gave her his stuff. It had been casual sex to the utmost, an athletic and intimately friendly encounter. In that, it had been good for them both.
He withdrew, and they sat up to watch the other couple, their own older lovers, as they coupled indeed. Maud and Kent were now making up for their infidelities, and that wasn't bad either. He was plunging his cock into her dark-furred place with a will, and her voluptuous body was responding in kind.
"Oh, yeah, lover," she panted, now surely oblivious to Jim and what they had shared. "Fuck me now. Give it to me again!"
"I'll fuck you," he grunted, not caring that he must have said the same to Cheryl. "Woman, you're the best!"
Jim and the young blonde looked at each other, even as their erstwhile partners climaxed. If there had been any doubt that their summer affairs were over, that settled it.
But the kinky afternoon wasn't over yet. After a brief rest, some refreshments brought nakedly from the house by Maud, and some wildly out-of-place small talk over them, two more wanton acts ensued.
First, to the two men's wonder but not surprise since they both knew her history, Maud got up, walked over to Cheryl, and pulled her up by the hands. Then she pressed her full breasts on the other's hard ones, nipple to nipple. She went on to seize the younger woman's impossibly firm rear and to bring their soggy sexes into naked contact.
"Oh, no," the nineteen-year-old blonde said to the thirty-year-old brunette. "I don't do that."
"Whatever," she shrugged, releasing Cheryl.
Then she glanced down between them, with a look even more lewd than that she had exhibited when she had asked for some cream for her strawberries. "But I do like these tits. Why don't you two guys fuck them?"
Neither man could resist that.
So the wife lay down, holding her round white breasts up with her hands, and the husband straddled her. His rigid member settled in the channel she had made for it, and it appeared that they had had sex that way before. He began thrusting, and she pursed her lips and looked down at his tip as it emerged toward her.
That left Jim to do the same with Cheryl, and if there had been any question as to her own willingness, it was answered when she held up her hard breasts as well. He straddled her and slid his hard member into place, finding the channel to be lubricated by her sweat on that August day. He thrust, being wildly aroused by her curious expression, the novel sensation on his sensitive length, and the very fact that he was making love to those world-class mammaries. This was as kinky as it got, given two couples having sex in that manner. He let himself go, moving on to spray his seed toward his partner's mouth, as the other man did across from him. At least he, Jim, was considerate enough to reach back and finger Cheryl to orgasm, too.
"Ohhh!" everyone gasped again, their bodies heaving with total, naked lust. "Ohhh!"
Yet, the fact that he hadn't clung to something made it all just not sit right.
The four of them disengaged, went into the stone farmhouse, and got cleaned up and dressed. They talked for a while about what they had done, but then it came time for them to part. And it soon became apparent to Jim that it was he and Cheryl who were to leave.
There would be no more of his staying over with Maud; he and she were over. She was back with her husband now, and he had been dismissed. He gave her a chaste kiss good-bye, and no more words even passed between them.
"Let me give you folks some money," Kent offered, reaching for his wallet. "You've been great sex partners."
Jim could only shake his head, get in his old gray car with Cheryl, and drive away.
Back at his place, it became clear that he would have to offer the young woman a bed and then drive her back to the city in the morning. It was getting dark, and they were now quite tired.
She did sleep in his bed, where they cuddled together. It was as if, having had sex together so suddenly and kinkily, they were now doing the foreplay along with the after play; he thought of Loretta in the car. Cheryl's hard breasts and her curvy, compact body were pleasant to him, and he even got an erection. But for one of the few times in his life, he let it subside while the inspiration for it was still there.
In the morning, he awoke a bit surprised to find the sexy stranger with him. After fixing them breakfast, he spent several hours tidying and closing up the farm. He had determined to go back to his parents' house and spend the time before he returned to college there, no matter what they might say. Having left Maud, he wanted to end his country exile as well.
At the car, he took one more look at the old place, which was better for his work. The renovated house and the mowed field made him feel good. But the leaves in the woods were turning again, and it was time for him to move on.
On the way back, he drove silently. He thought of what he had learned during his banishment, and of his affairs with Sally and then Maud. He was twenty now, and he felt more mature and more able to deal with the questions of his life. The farm had been romantic and removed, but while he would always keep that in his heart, he was ready for reality again.
His time with Sally had been satisfying, and had brought him out of his initial cold loneliness. But he realized, in the final analysis, that his time with Maud had not. Especially at the end, it had been just too kinky and decadent.
He dropped Cheryl off in the city, wishing her well. Then he went to his parents' house, not knowing what he would find.
"Judy's not here," his father told him, after an otherwise warm greeting. "She left for college just an hour ago."
"Did I ask?" Jim replied, although he knew full well he had meant to request permission to see her again.
During the next few days, he busied himself preparing to return to his own college, where he was now a term behind. But when he set out, that college wasn't his initial destination.
Instead, he secretly drove to hers.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jim parked his old gray car in one of the visitors' spaces at his twin sister's college. On the bright fall day, he wandered through the campus, among the gray stone buildings and out onto a grassy quadrangle. It all reminded him of the autumn before, when he had lain in his own college room dreaming of Judy. So much had happened since then, but his forbidden love for her still remained.
He didn't know where she lived, and was about to find some office and inquire. But fate intervened, as so often it did with them. Suddenly, he spotted her walking ahead of him, her blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight. Her form, clad in T-shirt and shorts, was as marvelous as ever. Her beautiful back, perfect rear, and bare, shapely legs touched his heart as well as his manhood. He knew it would be so right for them to be totally together again.
For a while, he followed her, secretly observing and rejoicing. But, at last, he caught up and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned, and he instantly saw the love and lust as well as the surprise in her blue eyes.
"Jim!" Judy exclaimed. "Oh, God, you startled me. But in a way, you didn't. I knew you would come. And it's so great to see you!"
"You, too," he replied, taking her hands and drinking in the sight of her after so long. "Though anything sounds like an understatement."
Then he gave her a kiss that couldn't be interpreted as anything but brotherly by passersby, although they both knew it was so much more. "And," he concluded, whispering into her ear, "I want to come with you in another way, right now!"
"Oh, you," she scolded, giving him a sisterly poke in the ribs. But she hugged him, her delicious breasts against his chest, even her mound brushing his manhood.
"Yes, Jim," she whispered, her sweet breath in his face. "Let's go off somewhere and fuck our brains out!"
This reunion, they didn't even tell tales of partners they had had in the interim, since that knowledge would be implicit in their sexual actions. This time, too, they didn't attempt to rationalize what needed no such thing in their shared mind.
It happened to be a Friday, so they simply went away for the weekend. She picked up some things from her room, and he carried her off in his car.
They stopped at a motel in a nearby town. Jim registered them as husband and wife, their last name being the same anyway if identification were required. That convenience struck him, along with the delicious fantasy of their passing as married forever.
Inside the room, which was a comfortable, anonymous space that would similarly harbor them, they were quickly upon each other. They stripped off their needless clothing, becoming again as nature had made them.
"Oh, my brother!" Judy exclaimed, once more viewing his strong, twenty-year-old body and his equally strong erection. "We're so much alike, but as we say, thank heaven for the difference!"
"Oh, yes!" he answered, as he reveled in her full round breasts, flat belly, swelling thighs, and the precious, golden-furred place between them. "My sister, my love!"
He kissed her deeply now, their tongues mingling and their naked flesh thrillingly meeting. Then he laid her back on the bed and slid right into her. There was the shock of recognition, and a sharp excitement at the perfect fit and her wet heat inside. As they moved together in the sublime rhythm that was theirs alone, her hard-nippled breasts bouncing and her clear eyes meeting his, he had to keep himself from climaxing immediately.
Then again, he didn't. "Come, Jim!" his sister urged, even as she built right to an orgasm. "With me, you know you'll be able to get it up all night."
"Right you are. Okay!" he laughed, watching her faultless flesh shudder with joy. "Uh-huh. Ahhh!"
Then his cock absolutely exploded, and he shot her full of his hot, urgent seed.
Sure enough, he stayed fully long and hard inside her despite his ejaculation. So, without a moment's rest, they proceeded to another round. As he resumed thrusting, she lifted her legs and hugged his back, also encircling his neck with her arms.
"Oh, yes," she sighed. "This is so good, so right!"
"I do feel like I could do it all night," he panted, as she effortlessly went through another climax. "But my dick doesn't want to come so soon again."
"Well, I'll take care of that, brother," Judy said with a white-toothed smile. "There's more than one way into the woods!"
Then she urged him out of her, and had him lie back on the motel room bed. Presenting a marvelous picture of kneeling nakedness, her soft hair brushing his stomach, she addressed his upstanding manhood with her now-practiced mouth. Her pink tongue circled its head and licked along it, as she looked up at him.
Suddenly, Jim felt better than he had in months, and purged of the decadence he had finally sensed in his relationship with Maud.
He was with his sister, having sex with his sister, and his world was complete. As she now took him as deeply into her hot mouth as she could, he abandoned himself to bliss. Staring at the ceiling, his eyes unfocused, he felt her work his underside with her tongue and suck strongly. Her sweet lips formed perfectly to his shaft as she worked for nothing but his pleasure.
Now he was ready to climax! Suddenly, a magnificent pressure built at the base of his member, and just as suddenly broke. Soon he was pumping jet after jet of his hot white seed toward her welcoming throat.
"Mmm, that was good, brother," Judy said shamelessly, disgorging him and licking her lips. "I could taste my stuff on you, too. It's wild that we're so alike and yet we put out different things."
"Yes," he replied. "But the best thing is that we put out for each other, period!"
Now they were exploring their relationship as seldom before. And, after a brief rest, they went joyously on.
Still on his back, he had her come up and straddle his face. She accomplished that in an endlessly exciting manner, sliding her wet cleft on his hard manhood, then along his stomach and chest until she arrived at her goal. Now her vulva was in front of his mouth and eyes, but before employing the former on it, he employed the latter.
How beautiful indeed his sister was down there! His heart rising, he studied her soft yellow pubic curls, her full outer lips. Then, like a pirate unlocking a treasure chest, he opened her with his fingers, delighting in her moist pink folds, tracing their intricacies with his tongue. Again, he knew her to be as fresh and clean below as was her twenty-year-old face smiling down at him.
There was a clear drop of fluid at her love hole, and he licked it off. And when he flicked his tongue over her erect clitoris, she shuddered happily. He went on to lick her button and her hole as she tightened her smooth thighs on his face and began panting and heaving above him. Past her soggy bush, he could see her tummy tightening and, in a marvelous view from underneath, her full, firm breasts jutting.
"Oh, Jim!" his sister gushed, her blonde head thrown back in passion. "I want to be so open to you. I want your cock in my pussy, my mouth, and even my rear. I want your tongue in all those places, too. I want to kiss you, and suck you, and lick you, as well. I want us to do it every way we can!"
She erupted against his lips, her sweet young loins spasming. Then she reached behind her and, while still riding his mouth, took hold of his urgently hard, vertical cock. His twin sister was now like a lusty cowgirl, holding onto the back of her saddle.
She climaxed again. But before giving him his own release, she slid her lovely form back down along his muscular body, and burrowed between his legs. He felt her tongue on his balls, and, suddenly, behind them! Then she was rimming his opening and even penetrating it. The sensation was fantastic, and he couldn't hold back for a moment. He spouted huge quantities of his stuff into the air.
"Oh. Oh, God!" he shouted. "Oh, this is too much. You've put me in heaven again, Sis!"
"Glad to do it," she said, beaming up at him past his still-twitching manhood. "Because you put me there, too."
Once more, they regrouped. Then he set out to complete what she wanted done, and what she had done for him.
Urging his sister up onto her hands and knees, Jim got behind her. He separated her luscious buns and dove between them, going for her tight opening. He tongued around it and then probed inside, making her shake and her hanging, hard-nippled breasts quiver. He held the smooth fronts of her straining thighs to pull her even closer to him.
"Oh, yes, brother!" Judy cried. "That's amazing. Oh, do me." She paused. "But give me your cock, as well!"
He went on to satisfy her request. When he had first done it nearly a year before, he had said that there wouldn't be a repeat performance. But now anything was possible with them. So, wetting himself in her slick vagina, he slowly probed into her other place.
"Ungh. Ungh!" his twin grunted, as the exquisite sensation overtook her. The contrast of her clean perfection with what they were doing suddenly struck him.
Now he pushed much deeper than he had before, until he was buried in her rear. She provided the motion, wriggling and then rotating her hips around him. Her tightness was incredible, gripping every inch of his sensitive length. He reached down and inserted two fingers into her quim so that she would be filled in all ways and not just have to rely upon what was communicated from behind.
For a long time, they remained coupled so. Even in that, their minds and souls seemed linked, too, and as tightly as they were joined below. But at last they climaxed, with a hammering, excruciatingly powerful orgasm that sent them over some sharp edge, to an incredibly deep place inside them where they seemed to remain forever.
"Ungh. Ungh. Oh, yes. Ahhhh!" Judy moaned, thrashing her blonde head around and beating her fists on the bed. She took a comer of the pillow into her mouth and bit into it. "Oh, Jim. Ohhhh!"
"Oh, damn," he chorused. "I can't believe this. It's so strong. Oh, shit. Yes!"
Finally he pulled out, inch by inch, and they lay back beside each other.
It had been marathon sex as neither of them previously had experienced it, at least not with the same intensity of feeling. It had made their bond even deeper, and, while they maintained a purity, an innocence, they knew they were now more adult, more worldly.
But there was to be one more act, and it was to be an impromptu, shared affirmation of their simpler love. After walking to the bathroom and washing himself, he came back and entered his sister's vagina again. Then they rolled over and over on the bed, balling and laughing and gasping with purest joy.
They even tumbled off the mattress and continued their lusty action on the deep pile carpet. And when they climaxed one last time for the night, it indeed now being night, their naked, copulating bodies were jammed against the motel room door.
Jim and Judy scraped themselves off the floor and went and showered together, soaping each other lovingly. They had first met under similar circumstances, and so much had happened since then. They were now truly like an unrelated married couple, and they knew they would always think of themselves as such. Sister and brother, they had unspokenly become husband and wife. But again, they were so much more.
They might have enjoyed still more sex that night, their attraction having made them practically insatiable, but there had to be other things as well. So, after toweling off and dressing, they went out to the asphalt parking lot under the mercury vapor lights. Then they walked over to a nearby field, where they could see the stars.
"It's so beautiful," Judy exulted, stretching her young arms to the pinpricked sky. "And you're so beautiful, Jim. Nothing feels better than sex, unless it's just after sex. And when it was sex with your own twin brother, that makes it perfect!"
"It does," he replied, drawing her warm, marvelously feminine body close and reveling in the new set of values they had found. "It really does." Then they went back to a small restaurant adjacent to the motel. Famished from the sex, they devoured a big dinner, still devouring each other with their eyes, as well.
They returned to the room and went nakedly to sleep in each other's arms. Then, in the morning, they tried to decide what to do next, and for the rest of their lives.
There was a bus station across the road, and, over breakfast in the restaurant again, they watched a coach pulling out on its way to an unknown destination.
"Wouldn't it be nice," Judy asked dreamily, "if we could just get on a bus and go off across the country forever? If we could be even more anonymous than we'd be in your car, and not have to worry about jobs or other people or anything?" She paused. "If we could just totally drop out and live for ourselves?"
Jim took her hands across the table. "Yes, it would," he nodded. "But that would be a perfect world, as perfect as we are together. Instead, we have to deal with realities. Still, in doing so, we may be better off in the end."
"So what do you suggest?" his sister and lover asked, her lovely brow furrowing as she now made him their leader. "What, in this world, can we do?" He thought for a long time. "Well, I've got an idea," he finally said. "You'll say I'm proposing the same old thing, that we try to find others instead." Her beautiful eyes continued to question.
"It is that," he nodded. "But with a big difference. We each need to find someone as near the other as humanly possible. A Jim for you, and a Judy for me. Then we need to marry them. And that won't be unfair, because we'll be able to give them enough love precisely because we love each other." She looked more positive. "Yes, that would give us the only worldly happiness we could know. But what about us, brother? What about us?"
"There's one more thing," he told her. "Once a year, we'll meet alone under some pretense, such as a class reunion. Then we'll be together for real again, in body and in soul. And it will see us through to the next time, since I fully expect it to be as intense as what we had last night!"
Suddenly, her eyes filled with a new hope.
They went back to the motel room and made love one more time. It was slow and passionate, his naked body moving over hers, and without any of the more exotic acts of the night before. Holding himself on his hands and feet, employing his youthful athleticism, he plunged his rigid member into her hot, formfitting sex.
Using long strokes, thrusting to his hilt and then withdrawing to his tip, he gave both of them the maximum benefit of the friction. As ever, he could have climaxed simply by touching such a perfect mate, but he wanted to make it last. And he did, for a long time.
During that encounter, Jim became aware once more of just how wonderful sex was between them. As he watched his sister's round, bobbing breasts, her tensing stomach, and her beautiful face with its look of love and erotic concentration, he wanted to express his own love in ways that were almost more than he possessed. He wanted to take her into himself or merge himself into her, to make them one forever.
But he was thrillingly reminded that, as twins, they were indeed one, more so than any other two people could be. And in that spirit, he completed their lovemaking.
"Oh. Oh, God!" Judy shouted, her whole perfect body quivering, her hot juices rushing out to him and her blue eyes glazing as she nearly fainted from her orgasm. "Oh, God, Jim, yes!"
"Oh, sister!" he echoed, as a simultaneous, magnificent climax wracked his shuddering, corresponding form. "Oh. Ohhh!"
They remained joined as he pumped inside her, there being no protection from the strength of their love.
Then they got dressed, checked out of the motel, and drove away in his old gray car. They did it automatically, knowing that any thought would ruin their new resolve.
But as they returned to her college through another perfect autumn day, they took heart in their plan. They knew it would be the only way to keep their love alive and to let them live in the world as well.
"Well, now I'm off to find the other Jim!" she said as bravely as she could, when again the gray stone buildings came into view. "I'll be as quick about it as I can, so I can see you all the quicker!"
"And I'll find the other Judy, though it will be hard," he replied, as he pulled to a stop and they prepared to part for hopefully one last time. "Yes, it will be harder for me, since you're perfection."
"Oh, you're so gallant," she laughed, opening the car door. The every motion of her bare arms and legs, her luscious body in her T-shirt and shorts, was far more poetry than what he had once tried to write. "But you're funny, too. When you say 'hard,' you could also mean your cock!"
"Well, we should have fun with our search," he replied. "You said that once, yourself. If we're too deep all the time, it can destroy us."
Then she leaned across the seat and gave him one kiss, a sisterly one again, although, as usual, it would have to last them for a while.
It was a sisterly kiss. It had to be. Anything more might reignite the fires that could consume them.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jim went back to college and threw himself into his studies, making up for the semester he had lost. He was able to get the same small room, but now it wasn't a place for reading, listening to music, and dreaming. Instead, his friends usually found him locked in there with his textbooks when he wasn't attending every class or meeting with his professors. By taking a double credit load, he was putting himself back on track.
But he had a very good reason. If he was going to get married, he wanted as little college as possible left after it. And he was, at the same time, looking for the woman he so sorely needed to find.
Every Friday and Saturday night, he went out alone. It wasn't to drunken parties as before, however. Or, if it was, he was in and out quickly. He would make a fast survey of the room, and then move on to the next party without even a beer or a dance.
He was looking for the one like Judy, of course, and so he had to look long and hard. The fact that his sister was so perfect made her own "twin" a rare type to discover.
At least his college was in a city, so there were thousands of possibilities. He wandered the night streets, too, his heart rising whenever he came up behind a likely young woman. But it always fell just as quickly when he moved in front and found her not to be quite right.
Jim felt like the fairytale prince, searching for the girl he had lost after the ball. But he didn't even have a glass slipper to help him in his quest.
Then, one night, he came close. It was so close that he actually let himself meet the woman, and while he hated to think of it that way, to try her on for size.
He saw Annette at a coffee shop right down the street from campus, which was ironic after all his ranging around. Her similarity to Judy shocked him, and even when he looked at her more closely, it didn't fade. She was blonde, beautiful, and stunningly built, and about the same age, twenty. Like the man on a mission that he was, he picked up his cup and asked to join her where she sat alone.
He had once heard it said that if you liked someone, you would be liked in turn. And he now thought, to make a play on words, that if you were also like someone, as he was to his twin sister and now to this young woman, then the rest would be even easier.
It was. He quickly learned her name, they began to talk freely, and she agreed to go out with him that Friday night.
"You seem a little preoccupied," Annette told him over dinner at a small French restaurant where he had taken her for the date. "Like you're thinking of someone else."
"Oh, I'm not," he replied. But he had been sizing her up, and trying to let the soft light and the wine make her be just the same as his sister.
"I'm thinking," he concluded truthfully enough, "of you."
Annette was easy with sex. And he wasn't exactly unattractive to her, both objectively and due to the attributes they shared. So he soon enough found himself alone with her in his room and prepared to take her to bed.
She was wearing a sweater and skirt. When Jim eased the former off over her blonde head, he saw breasts, in a low-cut white bra, that promised to be as full, round, and firm as Judy's. And when he unhooked her bra and freed them, they were. He bent down and nuzzled them, tasting her smooth, warm flesh and sucking at her hardening red nipples. When he closed his eyes, he almost felt that he was home again.
And when he went on to push her skirt, then her brief white panties, down over her curving hips, his near-elation continued. He did truly delight in her finely shaped rear, her swelling thighs, and most especially her soft yellow bush. All of them were so like his sister's.
Jim's high hopes continued when he undressed and eased Annette back onto his bed. Her blue eyes widened when she saw his throbbing erection, and her mouth opened in a passionate gasp. She was ready to receive him, and with a lustiness no different from Judy's, she told him so.
"Yes, take me, lover," his new "twin" breathed, stretching out her graceful arms and spreading her shapely legs to show him her inner pinkness. "Get over me now, and fuck me!"
He did. And at first, he could hardly believe how fine it was. Inside, as he thrust energetically, her hot wetness fit him nearly as well as his sister's. Her responsive rhythms, too, and the entire feel of her warm female flesh, her humid fur meeting him below and her upstanding breasts caressing him above, almost convinced him he was back in the motel room he and Judy had last shared.
But, little by little, he came to know that things weren't quite right. It was what was inside, not outside, that suddenly seemed more important. And that didn't mean inside her vagina, which was fine enough. Instead, he missed the spiritual rhythms, the mystical bond that also made him and his sister one.
Even in the height of passion, even as Annette's tightness built him, and herself, higher and higher, he thought of something he had once read. A famous actor, when asked why he had chosen a certain bride, had replied perhaps crudely, but perhaps with refreshing honesty, "It fits." Well, it did fit. But that just wasn't enough.
"Oh. Oh, yes. Ohhh!" Jim's present partner exclaimed, waking him from his reverie as she went over the top to a wriggling, panting orgasm. Her beautiful body convulsed with joy, and her loins spasmed liquidly around his thrusting rod. Seeing and feeling her, he was as happy as he always was for Judy.
"Oh. Oh, damn!" he found himself shouting a moment later, as a huge climax broke at the base of his huge manhood and flowed out along it, to be followed by the pumping of great quantities of his hot, thick stuff. If Annette wasn't quite as good as his sister, his physical response certainly didn't show it.
Still, she wasn't. After he had slowly withdrawn, and as he lay cradling her blonde head and gazing at her sex-flushed body, Jim tried, he honestly tried, to make her so. If he half-closed his eyes, her heaving bosom, her damp triangle, all of her, nearly presented the right image.
But again, the spiritual vibrations just weren't there.
Given that fact, he could have called it a night and a short relationship. But also given that fact, there was no reason not to continue the encounter. After all, Judy had said they should have some fun with their search.
So he was ready for what his new lover, said next.
"I want to suck you," Annette stated wantonly, furrowing her pretty brow and licking her ruby lips. "And I want you to eat me!"
Although she also reached down and fingered him, her words alone made him hard again. In turn, he ran his fingers along her hot, slick seam, making her shudder when he touched her button.
On the bed in his small college room, they unspokenly went head to foot, with her on top. Jim felt her address his upright member, taking it into her warm mouth and working wonders on its head, then on as much of his sensitive shaft as she could. Like his sister, this young woman was no stranger to oral pleasuring!
In a particularly great move, she pressed her tongue on his tip and even worked it into the small opening. Then she began to bob her head rapidly, sucking at the same time and building him faster than he might have expected toward a climax.
In turn, and hurrying to keep up with her, he tended to Annette's pretty genitals, which she had presented right to his face. He fingered her open, marveling as always at the delicious complexity of womanhood; her wet, rosy petals, her joy button, and her mysterious opening. He had done the same with Judy.
But once more, while she was almost like his sister even below, she just wasn't. And he wondered if there could even be a spiritual element in such intimate flesh: if, at the risk of being too mystical, a pussy also had to vibrate right!
Since she wasn't Judy, though, he quickly abandoned mysticism in favor of the fun of bringing her off. He dove between her inviting labia, forming his sex-hungry lips to them. He tongued her clit and into her love hole until she was writhing in response and the smooth white flesh of her buttocks and thighs quivered.
That action made her suck him even more strongly. And the sucking made him eat her all the more avidly! The mutual reinforcement took them farther and farther, then over the edge. Removing their mouths as they climaxed wildly, they voiced their ecstasy.
"Oh. Oh, damn, Annette!" he cried out, as he felt his cock throb and pump crazily. "Oh, yeah!"
"Oh, Jim!" she screamed, so loudly that he knew anyone in the neighboring rooms could hear it. "Oh. Ahhh!"
Then she collapsed down onto him, her full breasts on his stomach, her dripping parts on his chest. And, as he stroked her satisfied rear, he felt the last few drops ooze out of his sated manhood.
They went to sleep that way, with her naked on top of him. Toward morning, they awoke and, with the opportunity so clearly presenting itself, had oral sex again. After that, they turned and finished their encounter with an all-out, grinding fuck.
But when he took leave of her, Jim knew that this young woman, nearly identical to his sister as she was, still couldn't be the one he needed. That was because, even in the heat of passion, his mind, too, had cried out, "Judy."
And it should have been "Annette," instead. "There's someone else, isn't there?" his love for a night asked as he walked her home. They all guessed it; he recalled Sally's having done so.
He looked down at the gray sidewalk, damp from an autumn rain. "If you only knew," he replied. "If you only knew."
She took it better, he decided, than he had a right to expect. "Well, we had fun," she said, just as Beth had, and with only a hint of sarcasm. "I hope you find happiness."
"You, too," he said as they parted. "I'm sorry. But again, if you only knew!"
A good thing about college, Jim had discovered, was the opportunity to find an older professor who might counsel one on the problems of life. He was acquainted with such a man, and one afternoon, he summoned the courage to lay his whole incestuous relationship and what he was trying to do to solve it, bare.
"I don't think I'll ever find someone who's enough like my sister," he concluded, after making the professor's eyebrows rise at his revelations.
"I'm really getting depressed."
"Well, you do have an unusual situation, to say the least," the older man replied. "I'm not judging it, but it does call for some original thinking. Give me a couple of days, and I'll try to come up with an answer."
When they met again, in his old-fashioned office overlooking the campus with its autumn trees, the professor was smiling.
"Your problem reminded me of an old joke," he began. "Someone once said, 'The secret of happiness is to find a mate who is physically ideal, and then to forget everything else about them.'"
"That's what I've been trying to do," Jim commented. "But, while I did succeed in finding an almost exact twin, I couldn't forget the 'everything else.'"
"Precisely," said the older man. "That was because you admirably require the spiritual likeness of your sister, too. So in your case, the 'joke' is at least partially reversed. While your new partner will have to look much like your forbidden mate, what's even more important is what you see in her eyes, which as someone else said, are the windows of the soul. And you've probably read about pheromones, which create a biological attraction between two people that's also as important as likeness. You should watch for that, too."
Jim's spirits rose. "Yes," he said. "That's the answer!"
"I hope so," the professor concluded. "And, as with all such problems, I think you already knew it." He paused. "But may I say something personal?"
Jim nodded.
"I must confess, kinky though it may be, that the thought of you having sex with your twin sister drove me wild. In fact, ever since you told me, I've made passionate love to my wife every night."
Jim smiled. "Well, if our relationship has that kind of effect, then it must be all to the good. And, in addition to the purity and the love we find in it, we find that, as well!"
He went back to his room and phoned Judy, passing on what the professor had said. She too saw that the advice was worthy, and she immediately agreed to act on it herself. Indeed, she had just had an affair with a young man who had looked just like him, but in whom the inner rhythms had also been lacking.
Before renewing his search, however, Jim indulged in one last fling with a woman who was as unlike his sister as night from day. As someone who would be married very young, as he now trusted he would be, he reasoned that he owed himself this casual affair.
Marion was small and dark. He met her at another college party, where he had gone, for once, without the other Judy in mind. A quick scan of the room told him there wasn't anyone even close present anyway, so he settled in with the little, v' nineteen-year-old brunette.
The surroundings were dim and hot, and when he danced close with her, he found himself growing hard against her firm belly. The contact of her breasts on his chest did nothing to lessen his excitement, nor did the feel of her round behind when he ventured to cup it in his hands.
In their sudden, passionate clinch, they became enveloped in their own lustful world. Soon, they just groped at each other and stopped dancing at all.
Her arms around his neck, Marion tilted her face upward and he kissed her deeply, their hot tongues meeting and then tracing the backs of each other's teeth. They almost didn't notice it when the music ended, but when they did, they staggered off to a dark comer. He sat down in a folding chair and she flowed onto his lap.
After his hands cupped her breasts and then wandered up her smooth thighs under the short black dress she was wearing, she turned and straddled him. Facing him squarely and clutching his strong shoulders, she actually began humping his middle.
She was so hot, and not only because the room was! In Jim's experience, smaller women tended to be hotter, and the present one was no exception. Her dark eyes gazed at him, too, with an unapologetically sexual expression. Leave it to him to find the wanton ones!
"We should go to my room," he panted, stating the obvious. He remembered the similar situation with dark-haired Lana; she was indeed another Lana.
But it wasn't obvious to Marion. "Oh, we can fuck right here!" she responded wildly. "That is, if you have a rubber. No one's watching. They're doing their own things."
He did have one, and he got it, then reached for his fly. But his sex-crazed partner was quicker! She deftly unzipped him, gasping with glee when his extremely hard cock filled her hand.
When she released it, it projected up under her skirt and along her belly. With a sure motion, she took the condom and rolled it onto him. Then she tugged her panties aside, actually ripping them. This hot young woman was single-minded in her pursuit of happiness!
Marion raised up, and just as rapidly came down. Suddenly, he was inside her, all the way to the hilt! Far from possibly putting him off, her boldness excited him immensely. Sex with her seemed to be as easy as shaking hands, and quick fucks her specialty.
"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh!" his small, dark-haired partner grunted, moving energetically. She breathed hotly into his face, and her juices flowed around him. As he held her firm buns to help her, she built them speedily toward an orgasm. She was fast about that, too!
"Oh. Oh, yeah!" he responded, his manhood feeling as if it were on fire. "Yeah, do me. Feel free!"
"Ungh," was her only answer. "Ungh!"
But just when they were about to explode together, a friend of Jim's walked by.
"You two look like you're having a good time," he said.
Then he realized just how far they were going.
"Oh, wow!" he concluded. "You're really doing it. Well, more power to you, and excuse me!"
That was enough to set Jim and his partner off like a rocket. Her every feminine muscle flexing and her vulva jamming down onto his base, she shuddered and convulsed wildly.
"Oh, shit!" she shrieked. "What a big one. What a blast!"
His cock went simultaneously crazy. Twitching and pumping and feeling like a million dollars, it shot his rubber full of a burning load.
"Oh, God!" he exclaimed, squeezing her buns for dear life. "Oh, you're incredible. Ahhh!"
Panting happily, her pink tongue actually hanging out, petite Marion eased herself off him. She pulled her panties and her skirt back into place, then even zipped his cock back in for him. That proved to be difficult, because he was still hard for her despite his orgasm. But such service!
"In fairness," he told her when he had caught his breath, "there's no real future for us."
But she only laughed lustily. "That's okay," she replied. "In case you haven't guessed it, I'm a nympho. I'm into sex, plain and simple. You need that sometimes."
She paused. "And one of those times is now!"
"Then I take it we're not through?" he laughed in turn.
"Buddy," Marion concluded, "if you think we can turn off that kind of heat, you're crazy!"
They were too exhausted to. do anything more that night. Late the next morning, though, Jim welcomed the small brunette to his room. When she took off her fall jacket, he saw she was wearing a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and boots.
"Want to go out for some lunch?" he asked her. "Naw," she answered, fixing him with her dark eyes. "Want to fuck!"
He was game. He had just thrown on a shirt and some pants, and he took them right off again. His member sprang out and upward, and she looked at it hungrily.
She stripped down for action, too, although she put her boots back on. That didn't seem as kinky as it would have with his old partner, Maud; it just seemed like fun.
Since they had been improbably fully dressed when they made it the night before, Jim now surveyed Marion's nakedness for the first time. Her body, he felt slightly ashamed to be thinking, just wasn't that great. Her breasts were relatively small and flat, her shoulders narrow, her tummy a bit too round, and her legs thin. He also felt guilty to be opining that she must believe herself lucky to be with a stud like himself.
But she read his thoughts, and she didn't mind them in the least. "It's what you do with what you have," she observed suddenly. "And if you'll remember last night, I do a hell of a lot!"
Then he laughed and pulled her to him, falling back onto his bed. She wound up with his rampant cock between her legs, and she dry-humped it for a minute or two. But then she slid her hot, smooth body down along his happy form, and addressed him with her mouth.
Jim felt wonderful as he watched her at work. He had needed this change of pace, this down-to-earth respite before he finally solved the problem of his life, how to live with both his sister and another.
And Marion was the perfect agent. As she shamelessly licked his shaft, her dark eyes rolling, her wet tongue thrilling him endlessly, he reflected that she did a lot with that, too!
"Mmm, good!" she hummed, smacking her lips. Then she took him into her hot mouth, and hummed again. The sensation was marvelous. He nearly let loose as she went on to suck him noisily, but he sensed that even greater pleasures would follow.
They did. Abandoning her oral work, his partner suggested that she ride him. But she didn't want to get in the saddle with his member up inside her, in an approximation of their position of the night before. Instead, she really wanted to ride!
Having him get down on his hands and knees on the floor, she proceeded to mount his back. He didn't know where she had gotten the idea for such a thing, but he wasn't about to complain. As she held onto his shoulders and he went on to pad around his room, her hot, soft-furred, incredibly wet quim slid on his back, absolutely covering it with her juices. And when she slipped down onto his buns, it covered them, too.
Nor did it escape him that she was naked except for her sexy boots, which were riding boots, indeed!
"Oh. Oh, damn!" small Marion exclaimed before long. Obviously, she had been working herself up to an orgasm. "I'm coming. Oh. Ohhh!" And he felt an even more copious discharge of her fluid onto his backside.
Then she lay down full-length on him, her belly and her breasts in tight contact. That was when she tended to his needs, as well. Suddenly, he felt her right arm snaking under him, and her hand finding his rod, which was rock-hard and pointing toward the floor.
She began to manipulate it expertly, using her fingers on his tip, running them down along his shaft, pressing them on his base, and fondling his swollen balls. She was taking her mount on to the finish line, and what a fine little rider she was!
"Oh, yeah!" Jim exclaimed, as still he kept crawling around. "Oh, that's great. Yeah!"
And all the time, there was the picture in his mind of her naked body on him and her booted legs hugging him.
Soon, he climaxed wildly, shooting and dripping his seed onto the floor of his college room. Her hand stayed on him throughout, milking him, squeezing his balls and then running along his shaft to force out every drop. Marion liked to please, and she loved bodily functions without shame. She regarded sex as naturally as he did, and yes, she was very, very good.
At last, she dismounted, and went over and lay back on his bed. He stood up and surveyed her as she reclined with her arms over her dark head, resting from their hot physical encounter.
Her smallish breasts were in repose, her thighs were frankly parted to reveal her sodden seam, and her sexy black boots still covered her thin calves. She wasn't pretty or well-built, and she certainly wasn't like his sister, but it just as certainly didn't matter. She was what he needed right now, and so was he to her.
"Well, what shall we do next?" she asked him, then answered her own question. "You know, I am a little hungry after all that, and you did say something about lunch."
"Yes, let's get some," he replied, reaching for his clothes. "And then let's come back here and ball the afternoon away!"
During the time in which they went out into the crisp fall day, then walked to a little restaurant and walked back, Jim was almost unconscious of their surroundings. His mind was in the world of sex, which he knew by now to be a different and arguably a better one.
Sex, he had decided, did take you somewhere else more than did any other thing. And if you happened to die while engaged in it or thinking about it, then you might go to some ancient, erotic heaven that hadn't been potent for two thousand years.
"Astarte. Venus!" he mumbled, recalling his reading, when he and Marion had regained the sanctuary of his room and she was starting to disrobe once more. "Those ancient goddesses, with their serene, sex-assured visages."
"What's that?" his present partner questioned, tilting her none too goddess-like face up to him.
"Oh, nothing," he laughed, at the same time reaching for his fly. "You're just as good. Let's fuck!"
And they did, far into the night. Once they were again in their naked and natural state, he got over her on the bed. and slid his sensitive member deep into her sweet, hot channel. As they gazed frankly and happily into each other's eyes, he thrust feelingly, letting himself go completely.
She pushed her dark-furred quim back up at him in rhythm, her belly, rear, and thighs tensing with joy. She was very wet, her sex juice spreading all over her privates. Jim could even hear the liquid sounds of their joining.
"Oh, yeah!" he panted, giving her his all. "Yeah!"
"Oh!" she gasped in turn. "Oh, fuck. Yes!"
Soon she climaxed strongly, and so did he. But he didn't withdraw, instead simply waiting inside her until he was renewed, as he had with others for whom his appetite had been equally powerful. It didn't take long. Presently, he was at his wonderful work again, supporting himself on his elbows, using his young, athletic body to accomplish the maximum down below.
"Oh, you're such a hunk!" Marion exclaimed breathlessly as he thrust. "But you're sensitive, too. You're not just in and out. You fuck long, and you fuck great!"
"Thanks," he puffed, her words making him feel great. "You're a fantastic little fucker, yourself!" Her dark eyes smiled. "I know," she replied, sensing what he was also thinking. "That's my secret. I learned how to fuck better than I look!" Then they reached orgasm again, their loins in an absolute frenzy. He was still in the same condom, and he withdrew reluctantly to change it. Freely and outspokenly, he called attention to how full it was, as Lana had once done with him.
They got up for a stretch and a drink. All the time, though, he was unconsciously stroking his rod, and she was fingering her sodden pussy.
"We're keeping our motors running!" dark-haired Marion laughed, when they realized what they were doing.
"Yes!" her blond male partner in lust agreed. "But it's time to get our asses back in gear!"
There was nothing but sex for them now, Jim knew. Everything they were was concentrated below their waists. He lay back on the bed, his upright member throbbing. And, his having mentioned asses, she proceeded to use hers to the fullest.
He watched her straddle him, head to foot. For a moment, he thought she wanted more oral pleasure, but he was mistaken. Instead, she slid down so that his cock projected upward between her firm buns, its sensitive underside along her hot, slippery slit, and her furry mound on his balls. His wanton partner knew positions he hadn't even tried with Maud!
Then she began to ball without him even inside her, although he was surprised to find that it felt just as good. She wiggled her hard little button on his base, sending them both into paroxysms of happiness. They shuddered and gasped as jolts of sexual power shot through their naked bodies. And it was even better than if she had been on top of him face to face, because he could look down and watch all the explicit action.
Marion did something else. Taking his big toe into her hot mouth, she sucked noisily on it as she humped him. He had never dreamed that toes could be such erogenous zones, but she convinced him instantly, the act heightening his pleasure immensely. In fairness, he did the same for her, sucking her toe like a nipple.
Soon they climaxed again. Jim had forgotten to put on a new rubber, but with him outside her, it didn't matter. In fact, it made his ejaculation more exciting for both of them. Suddenly, he was watching himself shoot high into the air, his pumping manhood projecting up along her wet red cleft.
"Oh! Oh, that was a good one!" he gasped, as it broke strongly through him, making his fingers and toes curl and his head swim. At that moment, he knew more than ever how sweet sex was, and how when approached rightly it was nothing but a positive thing.
Marion rode along. Turning her dark head to look all the way back at him along both their straining bodies, she gritted her teeth and contorted her face with her own orgasm. Her wild tail wriggled and juiced on his member until she, too, had had her fill.
"Oh. Oh. Ahhhh!" she shouted. "Oh, that one was the best!"
They continued to ball the night away, since they thought, with good reason, that they could climax forever. But at last, toward dawn, they found that they couldn't do any more. Jim's college room was actually steamy, and their bodies were slick from their exertion. Reluctantly, he sneaked his petite partner down the hall to the bathroom, where they showered and got themselves back together.
"What a great feeling," he commented, when they had dressed and were walking across the deserted college campus. "Being totally sated is almost as good as being totally turned on!"
"And a hell of a lot better than neither," Marion replied.
Then they wandered over to the balcony where he had once stood feeling spiritually large and full of a sexual power. He put his arm around her as they looked out into the autumn night.
She had been just what he needed, and he hoped he had been good for her, too. Now he was ready to complete the final step in his quest to keep his love for his sister and still to live the rest of his life.
"Sex is amazing, isn't it?" he asked. "We've only known each other for thirty-six hours, yet we're inwardly closer than many people will be in their whole lives. When you have sex with someone, you know them at once, and best."
"Yes," his small, dark-haired lover answered, tilting her face up to him with a lusty smile. "So how about one last time?"
He was astounded, but he was game. Besides, he found himself staring at one of the pillars on the balcony, and his manhood responding in kind.
"All right," he laughed, backing her up to the pillar. "You asked for it, and we aim to please!"
She was wearing jeans and boots, but he got them and her panties off, not even caring that someone might happen by. That left her in a T-shirt and fall jacket that did little to hide her sexy behind or her furry mound.
Jim freed his cock and rubbed it over her lower belly, making both of them quiver with anticipation. Then, adding one more rubber, he grasped her buns, lifted her off the ground with his strong arms, and brought her down on him until she had him to the hilt.
"Ohhh!" Marion gasped, her juices instantly gushing. "That's so exciting. And to be doing it here, outdoors!"
"You'd better believe it," he panted, as he began to move her on his rigid member, feeling her hot, wet tightness. "Yes!"
Although she hugged his neck, she had to exert no effort, he being strong enough to do it all. He worked her hot vagina up and down, up and down along his slippery shaft, building them higher and higher. His muscular legs flexed as he held her there, which even improved his sexual excitement. Oh, how sweet it was to be working this hot young woman on his raging rod!
Soon, he felt her climax around him. "Oh. Oh, wow!" she shrieked. "Oh, this is the best part of college!"
"Damn right," Jim grunted, moving her faster on him to heighten her orgasm, his past problems seeming far away. "And we've learned our lessons well!"
Then, either out of satisfaction or to explore yet another position, his partner released his neck, leaned back, and grasped the pillar. He moved slightly away so that she could stretch out full-length, after which he continued his thrusts.
Now he was like a man inspired. With her thin legs wrapped around him and his hands still squeezing her buns, he pounded into her in earnest. Not yet having achieved his own release, he wanted it right away. And, as she wriggled and bucked and urged him along, he soon obtained it.
"Oh. Oh, God!" he exclaimed, as a climax seized his member and his whole liberated body. He crammed himself into Marion up to the hilt and let himself positively burst toward her.
"Oh. Oh, yes!" And he pumped long and wildly, filling his condom with a huge quantity of his stuff.
He stayed coupled for a while, but then pulled slowly out. It had been a great good-bye fuck, and he wanted to savor it. As he finally eased his female partner down onto her feet and they got dressed, she voiced his own thoughts.
"Whenever I think of you, I'll be able to feel us together," she said. "I'll remember this for the rest of my life."
"Me, too," he replied.
He walked her home through the crisp fall night. At her door, they kissed long and passionately, their tongues meeting, his eyes gazing at the face and his hands tracing the body that had turned out not to be plain at all.
"I hope you find the right woman, Jim," Marion said, looking affectionately up at him. "And that I find the right man someday."
She paused. "But maybe I can help you. What type of person are you looking for?"
He thought of mentioning his incestuous relationship, but decided that henceforth the secret would be his and Judy's alone. He did, though, make a reply.
"Well, at the risk of sounding narcissistic, it's someone like me; not an opposite as you are. But a female version, of course!"
Marion thought for a moment. "I may just know someone," she said. "In fact, I'll introduce you to her. That is, if you'll set me up with that guy who walked past when we were doing it at the party. He looked like a great lay, and for now, I'm still playing the field."
Leave it to a woman! Jim thought happily. She was looking out for her own interests, but she was also advancing his. He could have kicked himself for not realizing earlier that another woman could be the one to help him find the one he sought.
"I'd like that," he responded. "In fact, I'd love it! I can't tell you how much I've been through already."
"Well, you did tell me," Marion said smilingly. "Not through your words, but through your dick!"
Then they parted, he and this last in a succession of other loves that had included dark Lana and blonde Loretta, large Beth and innocent Sally, decadent Maud and youthful Cheryl, Annette, and now her.
But Jim, as he caught up on his studies during the following week, took heart in the knowledge that they would meet again. That was because a double date had been arranged for the next Friday night.
And then, thank God, it was time.
CHAPTER NINE
Her name was Janet. As Jim sat across from her in the nice restaurant where she, he, Marion, and his male friend had gone on their date, he was almost totally unconscious of the other couple. Moreover, the large room and all the people in it, the buzz of conversation and the clinking of dishes, made little impression on his mind. And when it came time to order, he simply told the waiter to bring him whatever was best. He was completely absorbed by the woman he had instantly known he had found.
When he was introduced to her, their eyes had met and something mystic and wonderful had passed between them. She was a beautiful blonde like Judy, but just as his professor friend had said, not exactly like his sister. Her well-built, in fact fabulous, body had told him he could love it as well as her mind. But her mind, her soul, as revealed in the glance they had shared, was indeed more important.
And there had been something marvelous she had said. "I know you," her musical voice had intoned, the moment she first saw him. "I think I've met you somewhere before."
"Same here," he had replied, his heart rising. "We seem to know each other very well."
How could he express his utter happiness? Jim wondered, as he forced his way through dinner. And how, on a more physical level, could he even wait to get Janet to his room? He had to slow down, he knew. You just didn't carry a stranger off and even ask her to marry you on the first date.
But a stranger she wasn't; he should have realized that. When their foursome finally finished and pushed back their chairs, her look told him she was ready to go just as far as he was.
So, in his first fantastic touch of her, he put his arm around her and escorted her out into the night. And when he touched her, sparks flew as well.
"I think you guys want to be alone," his male friend chuckled, as he and Marion made to break away.
"Yes," his former lover agreed, hugging her new man. "And maybe we'll get into a little something ourselves."
"Uh, yes," Jim mumbled, scarcely conscious of them. "Thanks!"
Then he and Janet were with each other, and with the marvelous thing he dared hope would happen.
As they walked back to campus, they shared the outward details of their lives. She was twenty and a student, too, and they came from similar backgrounds. Indeed, given her resemblance to his sister, she could have been his triplet.
But the details didn't matter. What was significant were the deeper things, physical but above all spiritual, that they would explore.
In his room, they agreed to make love. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, their mouths opening to each other in a prelude to an opening below. She as well as he thrilled with the anticipation of what they believed they would soon find.
"This is so strange, but in a great way!" Janet said. "We seem so right, it's almost like kissing a brother. But it's more than brotherly, of course."
Jim could hardly believe he had heard that. But although he would never tell her just how apt her words had been, they only served to confirm what he had sensed.
As she smiled encouragingly at him, he went on to unzip her dress and unhook her bra, laying her bare to the waist. Gazing now at her smooth nakedness, he experienced a further, wonderfully gratifying confirmation. Her firm round breasts, sleek back, and trim waist were not quite Judy's, but like enough.
And when he proceeded to ease her dress, then her brief panties down over her luscious hips, rear, and thighs, he knew he had at last found the one he had been looking for. His young heart pounded, especially, at the sight of her luxuriant yellow bush.
She, too, and like his sister, was frank and eager to explore. Without waiting for him to do it, she unbuttoned his shirt and nuzzled his bare, muscular chest. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, and lowered his shorts, forthrightly freeing his throbbing manhood. Her pretty mouth opened and her blue eyes stared intently as she drew back and absorbed him with the same shock of recognition he had felt in regard to her.
"Will you excuse me if I say something?" Janet asked.
"No excuse necessary, ever," Jim replied truthfully.
"Well," his new lover, his salvation, concluded. "That's the best-looking cock I've ever seen!"
He knew he would find the sight of her naked loins similar, but he didn't say so. Instead, he expressed himself through continued action. Before doing so, though, he looked once more into her eyes. And they told him indeed that their meeting would be just as fulfilling below.
Now, taking her into his arms again, he savored the moment of first, naked contact! Her round, firm, hard-nippled breasts suddenly met his chest, and his manhood lay hard up against her warm, silky belly. He grasped her firm rear in his hands as she moved eagerly under his touch. They were right together, so wonderfully right.
Then he moved her to his bed and laid her softly back on it. He got over her, and as she stretched her arms up to him, he slid his member between her yielding legs. Suddenly going inside her, being enveloped by her, he began thrusting strongly yet sensitively.
It was the shock of recognition, indeed. There was the near-perfect fit, the glove-like relationship of her hot, wet channel to his manhood that immediately gave rise to endless delight for both. There was the similarity of their flesh, yet the marvelous complementing of female to male. And, most eternally important, there was the shared rhythm as they moved together, the innate physical sensing of each other's carnal needs.
But even more, there was the fantastic spiritual vibration, extending from her eyes, to her luscious breasts, to her tensing stomach, to her wondrous hips and thighs, and especially to her magnificent loins, that he had never found with anyone but his sister before. Jim knew he could close his eyes and be with his sister, and that he was finally home free.
And Janet confirmed it. "I feel like I've been making it with you forever," she sighed sweetly, as their pleasure grew and grew. "And that we could make it forever."
He smiled joyfully down at her. "Maybe we have been," he answered. "And I truly hope we will!" Their initial encounter proceeded to just the kind of earth-shattering climax that they knew it would. Straining together, their bodies becoming as one and their loins tightly linked, they took the wild ride together, away from mortal shores and out onto a limitless, uncharted sea. Giving themselves totally, they mixed their essences for a long, infinitely happy time.
"Oh. Oh, God!" they cried out together, achieving complete release then subsiding into a warm and confident peace. "Oh, yes!" It had been an uncannily wonderful orgasm, made so by their near--likeness and the inner qualities they shared.
The rest of the college year went by like wildfire for Jim and Janet. During that first night, and the many that followed, they explored every inch of each other's congenial flesh, every facet of sympathetic personality, every avenue of pleasure and variety of friendly activity. He didn't even go home, being so absorbed with the young woman he had found.
Nor did his sister. That was because she had discovered her own someone, as she informed one afternoon in a breathlessly happy telephone call. He had found his "other Judy," and she had found her "other Jim"!
So it only remained for the loving siblings to make the rest of their dream real.
It was a beautiful June day. The twins were home, reunited at last, and everyone was gathered for an outdoor, double wedding. Judy and Janet were wearing soft white gowns, and had flowers in their blond hair. Jim and his sandy-haired brother in-law-to-be were standing by in pale blue tuxedos.
When brother and sister had first introduced their betrothed, their parents had reacted with wonder, because the four young people were alike as could be. The betrothed had been a bit surprised, too. But it had all been attributed to the natural tendency to marry someone more or less the same, if not having been attracted to an opposite.
Only Jim and Judy knew what infinitely more there was between them, had been, and was to be.
"Is she as good as I am?" his sister had teased him late one night when they were alone together in the old living room.
"Well, almost," he had laughed, holding her close. "And is he as good as me?"
"Well, nearly," she had answered, her breasts pressing his chest. "But are we still going to go away once a year and do it a little better?"
"Damn right," he had replied. "And, since we're here at the scene of our early triumphs, why don't we do it better, or best, tonight!"
They had. And now, as they stood to be married to the others, they could feel themselves reviewing in their shared mind what had brought them to this point.
There had been their first, revealing encounter in the bathroom, and the self-fulfillment that had followed. There had been the idyllic afternoon at the farm, during which they had first become truly joined. There had been their further discovery of each other that summer, followed by their initial parting. Then there had been their meeting at Christmas, after they had realized that their love could never be denied.
There had been the party evening that had led to their downfall, the discovery by their parents. There had been his banishment, then the reunion that had only confirmed the strength of their attraction. There had been their determined search for an accommodation to the world of the spiritual and fleshly bond that was theirs alone.
And now it was time. The vows were being spoken, and they were being joined to others. But, even as it happened, brother and sister exchanged a loving, and unashamedly lustful, look.
