Message-ID: <54077asstr$1150711802@assm.asstr.org>
DomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; q=dns; c=nofws;
  s=s1024; d=yahoo.com;
  h=Message-ID:Received:Date:From:Subject:To:MIME-Version:Content-Type:Content-Transfer-Encoding;
  b=VzwhRHSc2Gw6j2yS6pFsfVOkhSZ5kkeYxxoxPbkIhhiYMClBpTQ5hhdPjDgMtGyKGcPR3F6BA7q3y9E1eVmbvemA77MDnxfq6IJqNWdxOxoXHllmIadI5HrBsqAF4Oov1//isscZ37VAgcu+zKBTj3qzwNxahdGWD1MzU5em+Eo=  ;
From: Rod O'Steele <rdosteele@yahoo.com>
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Subject: {ASSM} Twins 1 (mff inc con) {Rod O'Steele}
Lines: 627
Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2006 06:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by the author unless explicitly waived.  Non-commercial re-posts
to ASSM or similar venues are allowed provided copyright information
remains on the re-posted story.  As a courtesy to the author please do not
delete the copyright information.  No commercial reprints are authorized.



   The author relishes your comments at rod.osteele (at) yahoo (dot) com.
If you like this story, see my other stories at www.asstr.org/~rdosteele.



   WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the story may be
under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not
read this.









   TWINS



   Part I





   I was twelve when it happened for the first time, an ejaculation.  It
was in the bath.  I had a hand on my cock since I had noticed it felt good
to rub it.  Then it got to feeling better and better.  Suddenly, a white
string appeared, then another.  They swirled in the bath water.  I was
overjoyed knowing that I had finally cum, climaxed.  I had caught up with
Chelle.



   *****



   Chelle and I are twins.  Not identical; we're fraternal.  We shared the
womb but not the same genes.  I was a little towhead and she was an ivory
skinned redhead.  Chelle could be a model for Ireland, freckles and all. 
By the time I was twelve, my blonde hair had turned into brown, so Chelle
and I looked even less like twins.



   Our folks weren't rich.  They had a house but it wasn't all that big. 
Chelle and I had shared a room forever.  Well, when we turned eleven, she
started to develop.  She showed me the first hairs as they came out over
her slit.  It was about then that Mom took us aside and said we couldn't
live in the same room anymore.  Both of us threw a fit.  I don't think you
singletons out there will understand, but we needed to be together.  We had
shared a womb.  We could look at the other and have a whole conversation in
that look.  You may not believe this but we both remember being in the womb
together.  Mom used to say we couldn't, we hadn't shared a placenta.  But I
do remember her being in there with me, touching each other.  We shared a
closeness that most people wouldn't believe possible.  I've read stories of
twins `knowing' when their other half was hurt, even across the country.  I
believe those stories.  Chelle and I are like that.



   You probably wonder about the name.  Our parents thought they were being
cute and named us Michelle and Michael.  Of course kids immediately seized
on that and called her Mikey and me Michelly because we were twins.  That
didn't last too long.  Chelle and I were a team, almost like one.  So when
the two of us went after somebody, we got them.  We sort of were a terror
in fourth grade.  But the other kids quickly learned that to pick a fight
with one of us was to bring the wrath of both.  Our names were shortened to
Chelle and Mikey, which I hated!  I always told people to call me Mike. 
That took part of fourth grade and Chelle's help to convince the other
kids. Even the slow ones, like Walter Walton, eventually learned; bruises
aiding the learning process.



   We had shared everything growing up.  So when Mom said we were going to
be split up, it created an insurrection.  When Dad got home, Chelle started
crying while desperately holding onto him.  That did it.  He was a softy
for her.  Me, he could whip my ass until his arm fell off, but Chelle had
him wrapped around her little finger.  I don't remember him ever punishing
her.  The argument went on for days.  But Dad won and we got to stay in the
same room.  Mom kept asking Chelle, "Don't you want your own room?  Mike
will see everything?"



   And Chelle would say, "But he's seen everything.  Mom, we saw everything
in the womb."



   "But you're getting older..." she would say.  "There are female
things..." cryptically.



   Chelle would shake her head, "Mom, Mike and me, we know everything
anyway.  What's the difference if we're in a different room?"



   Mom would scold her, "Now, you can't know everything." We'd just share a
look.  Mom had never believed that we could remember being in the womb
together.  Mom would shake her head and mutter, "Sometimes I wish I never
had twins.  You two will just be the death of me." That's when we knew we'd
won.  She always said that right before she conceded.



   So that's why I was happy when I finally came.  Chelle had been having
orgasms for almost a year.  She would wait until the lights were out and we
were sure the folks had gone to their room.  The first time I heard her
climax I was scared.  I almost called out for mom.  Chelle stopped me and
told me what had happened.  I wasn't sure what she was talking about.  The
next time Chelle did it with the little reading light on and I got to
watch. It didn't look like she was having fun; the way her face got all
scrunched up and her body got tense and sort of shuddered.  But the smile
on her face after, that convinced me.



   That was the year before my big event, sixth grade.  She had sex
education in fifth grade, well, what passed for sex ed at the time.  After
that, all the girls started talking about sex stuff, like masturbating and
climaxes.  Chelle would tell me what she knew.  The guys didn't know
anything really.  I was glad I had Chelle or I wouldn't have known squat.
Her first period had been a couple months before and she was getting more
hair by the day over her slit.  I had been feeling left behind and didn't
like it.  I finished the bath and rushed to our room slamming the door
behind.  She was reading a book on her bed having had the first bath that
night.



   I jumped into my bed and she looked over, then she tossed her book aside
and sat up.  She knew something profound had happened.  "What?"



   "I came."



   "Really?" she asked.  I nodded.  "Show me," she told me.



   "I can't.  It was in the bath," I said.



   "Do it again," she said in a tone of command.



   I wasn't sure I could do it again.  I mean, it had just happened the one
time.  I lay back on my bed and touched my cock like I had been doing in
the bath.  Chelle came over and sat on my bed.  She was wearing her pjs. 
"Take those off," I said.



   "What?"



   "Take off your pjs.  It'll help," I said.



   She shrugged and tossed them on the floor.  Now, that might strike a lot
of you as unusual.  And from what I know of most people, it is unusual. 
But Chelle and I had never been body conscious around each other.  Even
when Mom tried to make us, we'd just shrug and share a look confirming our
belief about the stupidity of adults.



   I looked at Chelle and wrapped my hand around my cock.  Looking at her
beautiful body, my cock swiftly stood up.  Her nipples were puffy and full,
but not very dark.  Her breasts had swelled under the nipples, not very big
yet, but definitely tits.  She had a small thatch of fine red hair above
her slit which I could see plainly as she sat Indian style on my bed.  Her
ivory skin was smooth and without blemish, except for her freckles which
only made her more beautiful to me.



   My hand stroked my hard cock as I stared at Chelle.  It took a little
longer this time and I was beginning to wonder if it would happen.  I felt
a funny tingling sensation in my balls and the sticky cum spurted out and
landed on my belly, quickly followed by another column of white and then a
third.



   "Oh God," I heard Chelle say almost like she was in a trance, staring at
the sticky cum puddling around my cock.  She leaned forward, looking
intently.  My cock started to wilt.  I didn't move or say a thing.  I
watched Chelle looking at me.  She was so intent.  "It's going away," she
said.  She looked up at me, "Do you like watching when I do it?"



   "Yeah," I said, surprised she didn't know.



   "I liked watching you.  It made me feel all jumpy deep inside." She lay
back on my bed and her hand stole between her legs.  She moaned as her hand
started circling around her pussy.  Her hand was moving like a blur over
her slit, the lips spread open and glistening with her arousal.  It didn't
take her very long before she tensed up, her back arching a little and then
she gasped and curled up into a fetal ball, her hand still between her
legs.



   I noticed that the cum was turning watery and was running off my side
and onto the bed.  I jumped up and found a dirty tee shirt that I used to
wipe off the cum from my belly and side and the bedspread.



   Chelle had come back by then.  She stretched out, her nakedness on
display for me.  This was different.  I had never really noticed before.  I
mean, I had noticed, but now I was drawn as steel is to a magnet, to her
nakedness, to her sex.  I took in her nipples, now red, and her slit, wet
with her recent climax.  Suddenly I knew that everything was different than
it had been before.  I didn't know how or really even why, but I knew it
was different.



   Chelle looked up at me.  "Mike?"



   "Yeah?"



   "That was awesome, doing it together.  Can we do it together again?" she
asked.



   "Sure," I said.



   She glanced away and then back at me.  "It's not wrong is it?"



   I got back onto the bed and wrapped her in my arms, affectionately, not
sexually.  "No.  I don't think anything we do together is wrong, because of
the way we are.  I mean..." I didn't know how to say it.  There aren't
words in the English language to say, two people, two souls, one
connection. I suppose soul mate but I didn't know the word then.



   Chelle understood.  "I know." She pressed her body against mine, seeking
the intimacy of touch everywhere.  I had never felt closer to her than I
did at that moment, not even when we shared the womb.  Our time in the womb
had been a chance of nature.  Now, we had both decided to share ourselves,
completely.



   *****



   It was in eighth grade that it changed.  We had been sharing our
climaxes.  Sometimes I'd go first and sometime Chelle would go first. 
Occasionally, one would get too excited and we'd both go together.  But it
would always be me touching my cock and Chelle touching her pussy.  After,
we would lie together touching each other.  I remember the day it changed
like it was yesterday.  It was one of those days that stand out in your
mind with complete clarity, a moment when your life changed and you knew it
then, that things would be different after that.



   Our folks had gone out to dinner with the neighbors.  The neighbors had
three sons, two of them older and one younger.  The oldest was supposed to
keep an eye on us as well as his younger brothers.  But as soon as the
parents were gone, his girlfriend appeared and they disappeared into his
room.  The four of us all raised our eyebrows and laughed, knowing Jimmy
wouldn't be out anytime soon.  We waited a little while, then the four of
us snuck down the hall and listened outside his bedroom door.  The sounds
of fucking were unmistakable: rhythmically creaking bed, panting, and
moans. The three boys all got hard, even Timmy who was two years younger
than me.  Chelle looked at me and I could tell she was upset.  I asked a
question with my eyes, `What?'



   "Let's go home," she said quietly.



   I didn't really want to.  I mean how often do you get to listen to sex?
It was my first time.  But I mentally shrugged and nodded.  We retreated
down the hall as Timmy and Mickey continued listening through the door.  On
the way home I asked Chelle, "What's wrong?"



   "Nothing's wrong," she said.



   I knew from her voice that it she wasn't really upset.  I couldn't tell
what it was, but it was something.  She led me straight back to our room
and flopped onto her bed.  I started to lay on mine but she patted her bed.
That meant serious talk.  I flopped down next to her.



   "What did you think about it?" she asked.



   It was obviously Jimmy fucking his girlfriend.  "I wish we could have
seen too.  I mean, it was exciting just listening, but seeing..."



   "Yeah," Chelle said softly.  "You were hard."



   I nodded.  "Mickey and Timmy were too."



   Chelle laughed, "I saw.  I got wet just thinking about it."



   "Them fucking?" I asked.



   A blush rose in her cheeks.  The atmosphere of the room changed.  It
seemed sultry even though it was autumn and a bit chilly.  "No," she
answered.  "I was thinking about us."



   "You and me?" I asked, my stomach doing flip flops.



   She nodded.  "I always thought you'd be the first.  I mean, it just
seems natural.  You and me always done everything together.  Do you think
about me?"



   Now it was my turn to blush.  I nodded.  "Remember the first time I
jacked off and I asked you to take off your clothes?"



   Chelle laughed, lightening the mood.  "Yeah, I knew why you asked."



   "And every time since when we're naked together.  You didn't say
anything," I said surprised that she had known why I had asked her to take
off her clothes.



   "Let's take off our clothes," she said changing the subject.  Without
waiting she started pulling off her clothes.  Chelle was usually the leader
in our sex play so I went along without any argument.  Taking off our
clothes in front of each other was a pretty usual event.  But somehow, I
knew that this was different.  I half watched her as I tossed my clothes
onto my bed.  She noticed me watching and started to tease me by stopping
and waiting until I was watching and then continuing.  When she was getting
ready to push off her panties she waited until I was watching, then started
them down her long silky legs.  Of course, that stopped my progress.  She
stopped and waited until I looked up at her face to see why she had
stopped. She smiled, `gotcha,' then continued pushing them off.  As I
pushed off my briefs, I looked over and all she was wearing was her top
which she had pushed up to her shoulders.  Again, she paused noting how I
avidly stared at her body.  She lay back on the bed smiling up at me.



   `My God,' I thought.  `She is beautiful.' And she was.  Chelle had
filled out in the past year.  Her tits, while still small, stood up proudly
on her chest.  Her pussy was lightly furred with soft red curls.  Her pussy
was red and stood out against the ivory skin of her legs and belly.  In
short, my twin sister was a hot sexy babe.  My cock took notice.



   She glanced down at my straining cock and giggled.  "You look like you
need to jerk off," she said.



   "Yeah," I said looking forward to pulling the cum from my cock.



   She sat up looking intently at my cock.  It too, had grown and filled
out since we had first started our sex play.  "Would you like to do each
other?" she asked.



   I had dreamed of it.  Now she was asking if I wanted to.  "Yeah."



   She pushed the top off so that she was also naked.  Then, she reached
out and touched my cock.  Her hand felt so incredible, I nearly blasted
right then.  She was slowly stroking it.  Having watched me for so long she
knew exactly what to do.  "Lay back," she said.  I fell back onto her bed.
Her hand never stopped.  I was getting close from the excitement of having
Chelle touching me, when she leaned forward and took the tip of my cock
between her lips.  Jesus, but that was incredible, the hot wet feeling on
the tip of my cock multiplied the pleasures geometrically.  I was getting a
blow job.  Just the thought blew my mind and as fast, blew my nut.  I felt
the first contraction, before I could muster the brains to work my voice,
it gushed up and into her mouth.  Chelle continued stroking my cock as
another and another thick stream of cum blasted out of my balls and into
her gulping mouth.  Drained, I could only lay on the bed trying to get my
breath back.



   When I could think again, I looked down to see Chelle hesitantly licking
her lips.  "Oh God, Chelle.  I'm sorry.  I tried to warn you."



   She laughed.  "I could feel it happening.  Your cock kind of swelled
right before.  I could have pulled away.  I wanted to try it."



   "Really?"



   She nodded.  Her hand was still holding my cock which had lost some of
its rigor.  She moved up the bed, pushing me to one side.  "I want you to
do me," she said as she lay back, spreading her legs wide.



   I reached out and touched her pussy for the first time.  Her lips were
wet and felt hot.



   "No," she said.  "I want you to lick me." I looked up at her face.  I
could tell she really wanted me to return the favor.  I mentally shrugged
and lay between her legs.  The whole time we had been playing we hadn't
really talked about this.  I wasn't quite sure what to do.  I stuck out my
tongue and licked up along the lips.  I had smelled Chelle's smells for
years.  I knew what it smelled like when a girl had been sweaty and
expected that's what she would smell like.  This was different.  I would
learn to recognize the aroma of an aroused woman, the aphrodisiacal
qualities of it.  That first time, it nearly overpowered me, jolting my
cock erect and causing tingles to run through me.



   Her legs opened wider and the labia spread.  My next lick was between
the labia.  As it crossed her clitoris, she jumped.  `That must be it,' I
thought.  I returned to it, licking rapidly over it.



   "Softer," she moaned.  I kept licking and rubbing her pussy as she got
wetter and wetter.  She started writhing around on the bed.  I had to grab
her hips to keep my face on her pussy.  She hunched up at me, driving her
pussy against my sucking lips and tongue.  Her body tensed, shuddered, then
deflated as she gushed her juices onto my face.  She pushed me away as I
had continued licking, "Stop.  Too sensitive," she moaned.  I looked up at
her.  She was flushed and breathing hard.  I knew I had given her a good
one and a serene happiness settled over me.  I had gotten my first blow job
and given a girl an orgasm within a few minutes of each other.



   "Come here," Chelle said huskily.  As I started up, her legs went round
me trapping me so that I had to climb over her.  She stopped me when I was
level with her.  Her hand went between us, finding my hard cock.  She
pulled it down.  I felt her pull it against her wet hot pussy.



   It found her opening and she pushed against me.  "You sure?" I asked.



   "Yes," she said.  "Do it.  I want to feel it." Her hips were hunching up
at me forcing the head of my cock into her bit by bit.  I added my weight
as she hunched.  There was a momentary resistance, then my cock lanced into
her pussy.  Chelle yipped, then moaned as my cock filled her.  "Do it," she
moaned.  I was about half in, so I pulled back and plunged into her filling
her completely.  "Yessssss..." she hissed as I bottomed out, my groin
mashing her clitoris.



   It was lucky I had cum so recently or I would have lost it right there.
`I'm fucking,' was all I could think.  And I was.  My hips responded and I
was moving in and out of her tight channel.  Chelle was meeting every
stroke.  Her arms wrapped around my neck, holding me against her.  My chest
was rubbing hers, her hard nipples pressing into my flesh.



   I wish I could remember more since it was our first time, but the truth
is my mind was close to overload.  I was largely on auto drive, my hips
driving into Chelle over and over, the pleasure building.  Then, it was on
me.  The clenching deep in my balls as another cum erupted spending my cum
deep into my sister.  I thrust hard into her trying to deposit it deep
within her.



   "Yes," Chelle cried out hunching against me, her pussy spasming around
my cock, milking it of the cum.



   I rolled to the side, Chelle turning with me.  We lay like that getting
our breath back.  My cock in her wet steaming pussy.  When the blood
returned to my head I realized that Chelle and I had transgressed a big
cultural taboo.  I started feeling a bit of panic.  "Chelle," I said.



   Her eyes opened, a dreamy look in them, a smile on her lips.  "Yes?"



   Her legs were still holding my hips against her so that my cock stayed
trapped inside her.  "Chelle," I said a bit of the panic working into my
voice.  "We just fucked."



   She snuggled against me, pressing her tits into my chest.  "Yes, we did.
And it was wonderful."



   "But we aren't supposed to..."



   She noticed the panic tinge to my plea.  She held my eye.  "Mike,
everything we've done for the past two years, we weren't supposed to.  I
always knew we were going to be our first, I mean, we were going to be each
others' first.  You know what I mean.  It had to be this way." She searched
my eyes.  Seeing her, the compassion in her eyes and the love, calmed me. I
knew what she said was true.  There was no way I would have wanted anyone
else to be her first lover.  There was no way I would have wanted any other
girl as my first lover.  There was inevitability to it, Kismet.  The panic
receded.



   "What do we do now?" I asked.



   Calmly as if she were speaking of nothing too important, even though it
was vastly important and we both knew it, "I want to lay here feeling you
in me.  Then we'll take showers and go to bed, our own beds so when mom and
dad come home we'll be sleeping peacefully, with big smiles on our faces."



   It was so outrageous, I had to laugh, which made her laugh, which caused
my softening cock to slip from her, which caused our cum to run from her
pussy and spill down onto her and my legs.  "Maybe it's time for that
shower now." We both ran for the shower.



   -------------------------------- How low will we go?  Check out Yahoo!
Messenger's low PC-to-Phone call rates.

	----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
	This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's
	Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP)
	system due to inadequate formatting.
	----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

	
<1st attachment begin>

<HTML removed pursuant to http://assm.asstr.org/erotica/assm/faq.html#policy>
<1st attachment end>

----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+