My Brother’s Cuckold

By Heather © 

Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

Never entirely trust your friends! They are most often the very people that will scheme to screw you over, over the slightest mistakes of friendship. My downfall came over simply talking to a guy that my best friend had the hots for and I wasn’t even doing anything wrong. But jealousy can breed a viciousness in people that is unequalled. I didn’t even know that she was all that pissed at me until it was too late. I had told her every detail of what we had spoken about, but I guess her fear that I was some wild seductress overcame her common sense.

It was the end of school and my twin brother and I had just turned eighteen. As twins often do, we shared more secrets than most siblings. I had professed to my brother Mike that I was going to get blasted out of my mind to celebrate graduation and he told me that he was way ahead of me and already had a couple of big parties lined up to check out. I was a bit jealous since I hadn’t really made any plans yet. I begged him to tell me where he was going, but he blew me off by saying they were going to be extremely wild flings that he knew mom would get pissed off at if I were found at any of them. He knew I was no virgin, yet when it came to mom, he still pretended that I was pure as snow to keep her from going nuts on me. As a matter of fact, he knew for sure I was less than pure minded when it came to sex. As young teens, we had done as many siblings and learned a little about sex from our own interactions. It never went further than a little peek-a-boo and feeling each other’s intimate body parts, but we confessed to nearly every sexual thought and event that had happened up to that time. Over the latter years, we occasional talked, perhaps in more of a bragging fashion, about our conquests. Mike, for example had lost his virginity to a summer fling from Maine. I had brazenly crowed over having giving my first blowjob to a boy, but actually, I was trying to squeeze out of him any information he might have as to what might come from it. I think that was when I saw just how protective of me he really was because he told me that the guy would probably brag to all his friends over what I had done, and he turned out to be right.

Mike came into my room as I was just finishing pulling my top over my head. We never knocked as sort of an unspoken agreement between us as a flirtatious way to catch a peek at each other now and then. It was a cheap thrill, but that’s what we did. I got the stern warning, “Sinsin, you better behave tonight. You get pregnant and mom will pitch a fit the rest of your life.”

Sinsin was the name he used when he poked fun at me over my sexual exploits, and he obviously knew that I would be on the prowl for a little something on such a huge night of celebration. My real name is Cindy, so Sinsin needs no further explanation.

“Hey, I know you’re out to get laid, so why can’t I?” I batted my lashes at him playfully and added, “Besides, I don’t do that without knowing the guy for a while. You know that! Yeah, I might give a stranger some head, but no fucking on the first date.”

He came back at me with, “I bet… the way you’re dressed? Easy off clothes, showing every detail of your tits? What’s the number tonight… six or seven?”

By number he meant his past taunts over how many guys I would sleep with on any given party night. As normal, I teased him back, but took it one step further than normal.

“I expect to top off at about eight dudes tonight.” I added that I really was expecting to be a good girl tonight, except for a little playing around. “I’ll just do a little of this on the table tops.” I looked at him seductively and with a good portion of my vixen attitude included, I hoisted my top up to show him my little ones. I rarely wore a bra because my girls are so small, so he got a full view of my boobs. After a short moment I realized my nipples were hard as pebbles, got embarrassed that he saw them that way, and yanked my top back down.

“Yeah… right! You’re already turned on just thinking about it. Just be good so I don’t have to kick any ass later on.”

I was always pleased to see his protective side showing over me and went over and gave him a hug and a
“thanks for watching over me”. Mike is about a foot taller than me and hugging him has always made me feel so… protected and warm. It’s so wonderful knowing I had my own protector.

As I pulled away from him, I decided to include my own little taunting. I grabbed his crotch quickly, gave it a squeeze and said, “And you better be a good boy tonight, too. I mean, I hope you find something… just use some protection.”

A half hour later, Amy, my best friend, and Jessica came to pick me up. I was tagging along with them to some party Amy had been invited to and Jessica was a girl from our class. I didn’t really care for her, but friends of friends get a certain allowance of respect. As usual, Amy had found a huge party. There had to be over a hundred people at this place that looked like a small mansion. The partiers were everywhere from the house to the lawn to the barn behind the house. There was the most romantic bonfire burning being the structures and I got down that I was un-tethered by a boyfriend. As I had told my brother, I wasn’t really out to get laid because I really don’t get around like that, but I do like getting intimate in my own way. I’ll just say it; I like getting “placed” between a guy’s legs. I’m not tawdry about it, but with enough flirtation and physical coaxing, I absolutely love getting talked into giving blowjobs. If I like the guy enough, I’ll even let him cum in my mouth as a reward. I guess a reward for both of us. I’ve never swallowed for anyone though because it just seems so nasty. Amy always picked on me for that and would call me a cockteaser for not going all the way. It just seemed so disgusting of a thing to do to me for some reason.

The other girls kept leaving me whenever some guy struck up a conversation and I would have to hunt them down. The last time I found them excitedly talking to a couple of guys and when I approached, I knew something was up. Amy turned and whispered to me that the guys were setting up a glory hole party in the barn. I guess I’m a bit naïve and asked her what that was as I never heard the term before.

“You’ll love it! It’s just the kind of thing you love. It’s going to be in two stalls in the barn. Guys are on one side and us girls on the other. There’ll be a hole… at just the right height between the stalls and we’ll take turns going at them through it.”

“What? You mean…”

“Oh, come on Cindy. You’re not going to woose out on us are you?”

That was her way of daring me into doing things and actually I was really into the idea, but just didn’t want to seem as whorish about it as Amy; at least not in front of Jessica. Over the next half hour, Amy and Jessica both worked me into a frenzy until I agreed to do at least one guy since they were going to do it. I even got a little openly excited myself and became anxious over when this was to take place. Amy said that the guys would come for us when things, and the boys, were ready for us. By the time they came over to get us, my panties were clearly very moist in anticipation. We were led into the barn and two other girls were invited along with us. With five girls, I was really getting into it. We were ushered past many, many people standing around drinking and smoking, and I wondered if they all knew what was going on. I’m not sure if it was because there were five hot girls together or what, but it seemed like all eyes were on us. I just wanted to get into the stall and away from the prying eyes. Three guys were at the stall door and I was glad that the walls went up to the loft so that others wouldn’t be able to watch. But there was an entrance fee of sorts before any of us were allowed in - we were coaxed into turning towards the crowd and flashing the group of onlookers. Amy, the slut she was, found no problem in displaying her big tits for all the people. Jessica followed her lead and just to get out of sight, I followed her. I don’t know what it is, but I always get amazingly shy when my nipples are hard, and they were extremely taut for the audience.

After the other two girls gave their show, the gate was shut on us and my eyes flew to the hole I had been told about. The light was dim which I loved for the anonymity factor. And as always, Amy took the lead and pushed her fingers through the hole in a come-hither motion to show she was ready for the first guy. I was blown away by how quickly an amazingly hard cock came flying into view. She grabbed the instrument and fondled it while standing to one side to show us all how shameless she was going into this. In seconds, she went to her knees and began fellating the guy like the whore I knew she could portray. I had never seen another girl giving a blowjob before, so my eyes stayed riveted on the scene before us. I could hear the guys in the other stall cheering and raving over the success their comrade was having and that got me very excited over being a part of all this. It was quite a learning experience watching how another girl got into sucking cock so easily. I watched as Amy purposely gagged herself and made noises I’ve always considered audacious to hear coming from myself. Within two minutes, Amy was using her hand to help jack the guy off, but it turned out she had something else in mind. As we heard the guy moaning his way to his climax, we saw Amy was giving us girls a show as well. Just as the guy shouted out, “alright, take it bitch”, she opened her mouth, pulled back a couple of inches, and let us watch the guy ejaculating into her mouth. She milked every drop of his sperm into her mouth, muffled out a “thank you”, and turned to face us girls. Sporting a huge grin, she made a very exaggerated effort to swallow the guy’s entire deposit and licked her lips. I cringed over her display, but was wildly turned on to see her doing it.

In seconds, one of the other girls declared that she was next and fell to her knees in front of the hole in the wall. Another cock came into sight and I was amazed to see how willing these guys were to do this stuff in front of the other guys on the other side of the wall. Amy came over to me and whispered that it was customary to go say hi to the guy that she had just pleased. I watched her push her way out of the stall gate and disappear. There was a cheer from the hall area along the stalls that told me that everyone knew exactly what she had just done.

Again, I became fascinated by how the second girl was going to town on some guy she didn’t even know. The other two girls beside me were discussing the order in which they were going to take their turns. Jessica would be next, and the other girl wanted to go last. That left me in the middle and I had to hide the fact that I was having a small round of orgasmic sensations just thinking about what I was about to do. The guy getting his blowjob became vocal and we all knew he was about to cum. This time though there was no show; the girl latched onto her guy’s cock and we could see she was swallowing every drop as it spurted into her throat. When she was done, she promptly stood up, gave a verbal exclamation of how prowess behavior, and went to Amy that was gesturing for her to come to her. I had been so fixed on the sight before me that I hadn’t even seen her come back into the stall. After a brief exchange, they left the stall for the girl to meet the guy she had been the receptacle for moments earlier. I’ll never forget the cheering as it played out as the girls left.

Jessica put on a much different show. She used her hands a lot more, mixed with more of the self-gagging stuff. Coming from someone else, I had to wonder if this was the norm. Did girls gag themselves normally as some form of turning on the guy getting use of their mouth? I reflected on my past experiences and realized that was probably exactly what I was seeing. Knowing it was my turn next, I began preparing my plan for showing off my abilities to the last girl. I didn’t want to seem any less skilled than my friends.

Suddenly, I heard Jessica begging the guy to “give it to me, give it to me” as she latched onto him like a baby on a nipple. I quickly reflected on how the guy that had at Amy had called her a bitch as he was cumming. Oddly enough, during a blowjob, I found that name not only acceptable, but even somewhat pleasing – sort of a badge of honor. Now I was the one unable to wait for my turn. I needed the feel of a cock in my mouth so bad that I could almost taste it already. I hoped it would be a nice one and not too big or too small. So far, they had all been pretty much the same size, just a little different in their girth.

Jessica jumped up and ran over to me and proclaimed, “I’ve got to go see who this guy is. Have fun now. I’ll get Amy and come back to watch you.”

Suddenly I was a little reluctant knowing that my girls would be watching me doing this. I knew I would become self-conscious in front of them. Either way, it was my turn and I had to go through with it, so I stepped up to the plate and slowly went to my knees. I waited for my guy’s appendage to appear and took a quick peek behind me to see the last girl smiling back at me. That was all I needed to spur me on. When I looked back at the hole, the smoothest looking mushroom top of a cock I had ever seen came toward me. I took it in my hand and manipulated it a little to enjoy the feel of it. It was steaming hot and hard and I was glad to see this guy was really ready for me, not to mention he appreciated the anonymous fellatio he was about to receive. I took the head of it into my mouth just as I heard Amy and Jessica coming back into the stall. They instantly began cheering me on and Amy even started giving me step-by-step instructions on what she wanted to see me doing. I paused just long enough to flick my hair out of my face and spat under my breath, “I’ll do this my way. It’s not my first time you know.”

I went back to sucking on the guy’s cock, but did remain open to her taunts to take more of him and to suck harder. I always wondered just how much the amount of suction had to do with getting the guy off. After a few moments, I could tell Amy was getting down beside me. She even reached in front of me and began feeling the cock in sort of a strange way. Then I felt her hand go to the back of my head and pushed it forward as she held the cock to me. When she gagged me and I made that obscure noise I had always found somewhat demeaning, she coaxed me on by telling me how guys loved to hear that sound. Considering how I had felt a surge of hardness come in return to my noise, I figured she was right and continued trying to take a little more of the guy’s cock than I usually would. After seeing that my sounds and efforts were being appreciated, I became a little overly dramatic about the sounds I would allow to escape from me. Before long, I found that Jessica had joined in with Amy and both were seemingly trying to get me to swallow this guy whole by pushing on my head. Then they began upping the ante greatly by talking lewdly. They were asking me how I liked my guy and if he tasted good to me. I muttered how delicious he was and smacked my lips all around the head of his cock. And I wasn’t lying a bit.

When the cock protruding through the hole began humping forward, I pursed my lips tightly and let him have at me. I could tell that inspired him greatly and knew that it wouldn’t be long before he got off. With my friends beside me and physically coaxing me on, I made a conscious decision to do something I had never done before. For this very special guy, I was going to let him cum in my mouth, and swallow it down as fast as I could. And if the fucker didn’t appreciate it to all hell when I met him, I was going to be pissed. I practiced holding my head still for him a couple if times to see if I would flinch, but the hands pushing my head forward were enough to assure me that I would be able to manage my desire, no matter how reluctant I might become at the moment this guy came. I could hear the guys on the other side of the wall coaching my guy on and the cheering left me wanting to please him more than I ever pleased any guy before. Both my girls and the guy in my mouth seemed to get into tune, and I found myself choking and gagging so loud that it was even turning me on. I heard the guy yell out, “take it bitch, swallow every fucking drop” and I relaxed my throat to its maximum ability. At that moment, I was so proud at being referred to as a bitch and was ready to prove I was all his; at least for this brief moment. I felt his cock push to its greatest length and waited for that special feeling. In another second, I felt my reward as his first spurt of cum welled up in my throat. Amy’s hand went to hold my throat as if wanting proof that I was doing as she suspected, so I exaggerated my efforts to swallow to tell her, “I know what I’m doing.”

The guy seemed to cum forever. I knew I couldn’t hold my breath for much longer, so I let my eyes roll into the back of my head as I forced my throat to continue swallowing as best as it could. I could hear Amy gleefully telling Jessica that I was swallowing the guy’s cum and she seemed very delighted at my accomplishment. When the guy finally pulled away a little, Amy held onto his shaft and told me that no self respecting bitch leaves a guy in a mess, so I licked all around the head of his cock to get it smooth and clean again. The girls helped me to my feet and Amy congratulated me on my success. I found myself blurting out, “Wow, I’ve never done that before. I guess I’m not a virgin anymore.”

Amy asked, “You really never swallowed before?”

“Never!”

She grinned in a very evil way and said, “Then I bet you’ll never forget this moment, will you.”

I didn’t even answer her because of her facial expression and the girls began ushering me towards the door. I really could do without the cheering I knew all the other girls had received as they left the stall, but I was anxious to meet my guy. I knew I would be confessing to him that he was my first as far as swallowing and fought to contain my exuberance over what I had just done for him. He better be one handsome hunk.

The cheering started up and I was so glad that no one here knew me. I flashed a curt smile towards the crowd and hung my head in bashfulness. All I managed to see were feet as the girls ushered me towards the next stall. Several boys were coming out and as I eyed them trying to figure out which one was the lucky benefactor, I heard Amy whispering rather loudly in my ear, “Now we’re even.”

I turned abruptly to look at her to ask what she meant, but her eyes were fixed on the guys coming out of the stall. I turned half expecting to see a rather gross troll coming into view, but that would have been better in so many ways than what I saw. The guy looked at me and saw I was the only one there that hadn’t been seen by him yet and knew I was the one that had just giving him the blowjob of a lifetime. Instinctively, we both turned our heads towards Amy and called her a fucking bitch. How could she have done this to us? Everything that had happened tonight flashed through my head as I turned back to face my recipient. I was never so glad as now that we weren’t identical twins. Hopefully, no one else knew what Amy had set me up to do. I had just giving my own brother a blowjob.

Amy pushed me towards Mike and told me to give him a big thank you kiss for his load of cum. I turned and saw that Jessica had been part of all this and was frozen in place. The cheering was deafening to me and I felt totally humiliated. I turned to Amy and asked in absolute viciousness, “Do they know what you did?”

She smiled and said, “Not yet!”

I warned her that she better not tell anyone as Mike came over to us. He pushed on Amy’s shoulder to get her away from me and pulled on my arm to follow him. The crowd didn’t take well to seeing him push a girl as he dragged me off into a darkened corner of the barn to talk to me.

Mike demanded to know, “Was that you? Was that really fucking you in there?”

I was so ashamed that all I could muster up was a nodding of my head.

“Did she tell anyone else about this?”

“I don’t think so… well, yeah, Jessica obviously knew what was going on. But she just told me that no one else here knows.”

“I’ll kill that bitch. I’m so sorry. I had no idea that was…”

I interrupted him and begged, “Can we just get out of here. We can talk about it later.”

“I didn’t drive. I’m with a few other guys. I’ll find them and have them give us a ride now. Don’t let them know who you are, you understand?”

I nodded my head and was glad that they were obviously people I didn’t know. As he dragged me by my arm towards the front door, I saw Amy and Jessica cackling over what they had done to us. I stopped long enough to warn them that if they told anybody about what had gone on that I would literally kill them both. For the first time I saw a small glint in Amy’s eyes that acknowledged just how pissed I really was over her “prank”. Mike brought me to his friends’ car and went back to find them. I began crying quietly as people were roaming all around me. Then such a sick thing came to mind. I could still taste and feel the tingling of my brother’s sperm in my mouth. Oddly enough, that seemed to placate my embarrassment to some extent. By the time Mike got back with his three friends, I had composed my self to give them a curt little smile for leaving the party early. Unfortunately, they knew me only as the girl that had just blown the hell out of their friend and that meant they expected certain behavior - on both my brother’s part and mine. They pushed us into the backseat and one of them followed us in. I was pushed up against my brother as we made our way out to the main road. Mike put his arm around me to comfort me, but that gesture meant something else to his friends. They began hounding me and him for not getting the same kiss as the other pairs had shared. We looked at each other and realized that they had no idea who I was, and I saw Mike about to tell them something to appease the situation. I’m not sure why, but I reached up and kissed him on the lips. The guys hooted over his prize and just as amazingly, I found my tongue pushing its way into my brother’s mouth. I could tell he was puzzled over my actions, but he was receptive to them. When I pulled away, I asked him about the only thing that seemed appropriate for my role.

“Did you enjoy it?”

He hugged me tighter and answered in a halting way, “Yeah, it was… it was pretty fantastic.”

I couldn’t look at him anymore for the longest way home, but I knew he kept looking at me for some answer for magnitude of the kiss I had just given him. His friends kept telling him to get a little more from me and I could feel his emasculation. Finally, just to end their taunting of him, I grabbed his hand and placed it between my legs. I looked up at him and mouthed, “Its okay.”

Whether he was thinking of me as the world’s biggest pervert, just playing the role of a horny chick he had just met, or understood I was still somewhat in my own heat, his fingers began groping at the reward I was offering him. I know its sick, but I soon found my body responding to his movements and had a small orgasm as I gripped his arm tightly against my chest.

When I got my wits about me, I mentioned how I didn’t want to go home yet. I suggested getting off at the park down the road from our house and he got his friends to drop us off there. They obviously thought my night with him wasn’t over yet and that I was offering to fuck him before going home. Their banter made that very obvious. I just wanted to talk about what had happened and what we were going to do about Amy and Jessica. As we walked into the darkness, not a word was spoken. I knew we would have to talk about what had happened when we got to the benches, so finally I decided to break the tension by asking, “So, was it… you know, shit, after all, it’s not really the first time. You think your little sister’s learned anything?”

He looked at me with such an incredulous look and finally answered, “It obviously wasn’t your first time. Yeah… you know what you’re doing.”

We sat on top of a bench without saying a word for the longest time. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore. After all, this was just sex that had happened. I needed to convey that to my brother in the worst way. I struggled to find something to say, but when I couldn’t figure out anything, I decided to simply say, “What the fuck! Did you like what I did back there?”

Mike began stammering that he had, but that it was twisted to no end. I didn’t really feel that way and decided to show him what I thought about what we had been tricked into. I got off the bench and turned to him. I stared into his eyes for a moment and reached my hand out to rub at his crotch. His hand went over mine and tried to stop my rubbing, but I continued anyway. His hand relaxed and I brought my other hand to his belt and began unbuckling it.

“What are you doing”, he asked.

“I don’t want you to feel all weird for the rest of your life. I liked it and you liked it. I was out for a little sex, so why not. Now anyways…”

I guess he could tell I was as horny as I had been earlier and allowed me to open his pants. I guess I flashed back to our sexual playtimes as kids and as I pulled his shaft out of his underwear, I said the only thing that came to mind. “You better not tell anyone about this.”

I bent over and instantly took his cock back into my mouth and began sucking away at him. I felt his hands running deftly through my hair as I worked my lips. I was so glad that he was being receptive to what I wanted to do to him and knelt onto the bench between his legs to get more comfortable. Soon his hands were guiding my head showing me what he likes and all I could think of was to ask, “You called me a bitch back there. You still think that?”

I smiled to my self when I heard him say, “One fuck of a nice bitch. You know this has to stay between us, right?”

It took him a minute to settle into what I was doing to him, but eventually he leaned back and just watched my efforts in the moonlight. When I saw that he was willingly receptive to my desires, I plunged down deep on him until I gagged myself several times. I then looked up and asked him, “Do guys really like hearing the girl gagging like this. I mean, does it make you hornier?”

In a broken voice, he admitted that it did heighten his experience. I looked back up at him, lifted his hands to rest on the back of my head and told him, “Then help me. Show me what you like.”

He barely moved my head at first, so I told him I wouldn’t break and that I wanted him to use me like that girl back in the barn. He clearly understood that I wanted him to be more aggressive and began thrusting up into my mouth as he pulled my head into him. The feelings overwhelmed me as he took full control over my head and worked my face over like I was a two dollar whore. There was no doubt how enthusiastic he became at abusing my mouth for his greatest pleasure. All the while I thought about how nasty and insane all this was, but it was also driving me into a massive orgasm knowing just those elements of my actions. Combined with the fact that I was doing this to my own brother drove me into a frenzy of sensations I knew I would long remember.

After several minutes he asked me if I really swallowed his stuff earlier and I paused just long enough to answer him. He then told me that he wouldn’t make me do it again, and my response shocked me as much as it did my brother.

“No, I want you to. I want you to enjoy this to the fullest.”

Again he said he couldn’t do that to me, but I became resolute in my beckoning and finally told him, “No, I really want you to. Feed me your semen. Make me swallow it for you again. I want you to do it that way.”

Those very words seemed to push him over the edge and I felt him twisting his fingers into my hair just as he pulled me harder into his crotch. My hands covered his and his intensity and need for me left me choking on his girth. But instead of giving me a quick break to catch my breath, he went at me with his greatest vigor yet. I felt the tip of his cock pop into my throat further than any guy had ever gone before and he held still. I thought he was cumming until he released his grip, but then he repeated his last motion and held me steadfast with his cock right at the entrance to my throat. This time I felt his cum welling up in my throat again and just as before, I overcame my fear of choking, rolled my eyes back, and relaxed my throat and jaws for him to enjoy me. It was so frigging awesome feeling his cock relieving itself so deep inside of me. Now it was he that was making all the weird little noises of a satisfied lover. I felt like the princess of all time knowing what pleasure I was providing him.

I felt mike’s fingers go limp in my hair and I pulled away to grab a badly needed breath, but then went down his full length again so that he knew how much I had loved sucking his cock. And just as Amy had said at the party, I cleaned his shaft with my pursed lips as I relinquished my grip on his cock. I toyed with the wonderful male mushroom for a moment and sat back to wallow in the afterglow of what I had done to him.

“Damn, Sinsin, that was the best head I’ve ever had. But why? I thought you were mortified by what those girls did to us.”

“I was, but they aren’t here now. They may have tricked me into doing you that time, but the more I thought about it, I guess… I guess I came to see it for what it was. It’s just sex. I told you I wanted to have a little fun tonight, and this, well it couldn’t have been much better in my dreams.”

“But you’re my sister. Aren’t you wierded out by this?”

“I guess I should be, but it’s like this. Before I knew it was you in that other stall, I thought about how your cock was the best one I’d ever gone down on. It was so good that it was the first time I had ever swallowed that stuff for any guy. The only difference this time was that I knew who I was doing it for.”

I stood up and ran a hand under my top and toyed with my left nipple. I got closer to Mike, grabbed his hand and placed it to my crotch again. I forced him to rub me up and down.

“I’m not going to fuck you.”

“I know,” I said, “I just want you to use your hand for me. I told you I never fuck on a first date.”

He got my drift and began fingering me through my shorts. It felt so good that in seconds I was unbuckling my shorts to give him a better target. He pushed his hand into my panties and began sliding his fingers into my slit, and when he felt my clitoris, he frigged it wildly. I began hopping around and pushing into his hand. I was literally melting under his touch. After a minute he plunged two fingers into me and I fell forward into his chest as I vibrated uncontrollably through a massive orgasm. When he slowed into a soothing stroking motion, I looked up and kissed him full on the lips again. This time he immediately began tonguing me and even slid his free hand under my shirt and tweaked at my nipples and groped my breasts as he had done to so many girls before me. I was in heaven under his touch.

We finally pulled ourselves apart when we heard a noise in the bushes and came back to reality. Then as we pulled our clothes back into place, we began comparing our thoughts over what had transpired the entire night. I told him that I was sure Amy would keep quiet out of fear of what I might do to get even, but Jessica was another situation altogether. I knew I would be forcing Amy into keeping her quiet in some way. Mike repeatedly thanked me for everything and kept saying that we could never talk about this after tonight, but I wanted just the opposite.

Finally, he asked me, “Why did you refer to it that way – you know, feeding you?”

“I thought for a moment and responded with, “I guess because that was the nastiest way I could think of putting it. Besides, that was what you did, wasn’t it? You know, that’s the first time I ever went that far for a guy,” and after a chuckle, “and wouldn’t you know it was with my own twin brother. Who would have thunk it.”

We eventually got on the walk out of the park and both of us began feeling really weird since all the heat had dissipated from our loins. Then Mike did that thing we often do to each other to lighten the mood.

“You’re mine now bitch.” And as he looked at me very seriously and playfully added, “Or I’ll tell mom.”

We both laughed over his jovialness, but in the back of my mind, I really liked hearing him say that, and in that way. I mused for a long time that night over what it would be like… you know, as his secret little bitch, that he could toy with now and then. I guess twins really are closer than most siblings.

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