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   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
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   TWINS





   Part II





   So my twin sister became my first lover.  It wasn't as though we had
suddenly changed everything though.  We continued mostly masturbating
together; sometimes orally pleasuring each other and occasionally we'd fuck
like bunnies.  On those occasions, Chelle would tell me how to please a
woman.  I gradually learned to slow down and hold back.  It wasn't easy as
I did tend to pop pretty quickly if I didn't work at being slow.  I
remember a few times cumming after a few strokes and Chelle being pissed.
It's kind of schizophrenic, having a tremendous climax and having your
sister/lover pissed at you.  Do you bask in the feelings of the climax or
do you worry about her being mad?  By the time we were sophomores, Chelle
and I had both learned to be good lovers.  We knew how to play with each
other, teasing then bringing the other to a climax.  She was incredible
with hands, lips, tongue, and pussy.



   I was surprised when she started hanging around with this guy at school,
Alex.  He was a jock and a dickhead as far as I was concerned.



   That afternoon, when we got home, I asked Chelle, "Why you hanging
around with Alex?"



   "He's cool," she said.



   "He's a dickhead," I said.



   Chelle stormed off, slamming our bedroom door behind her.  I waited a
while before I went in.  She was still steaming.  "Maybe Mom was right.  We
do need separate rooms."



   I was stunned.  My whole world was spinning out of control.  I had to
grab on and make it stop but it wouldn't.  "Why are you saying that?"



   She sat up and looked at me.  I could tell this was a thought out
position.  "I just think maybe we shouldn't be doing things anymore.  You
know, the things..."



   I nodded.  I knew what things.  "But we don't need separate rooms."



   "Well, I was just thinking, if you and I aren't doing things, then maybe
we'll want other people over.  You know, maybe you'll want some girl over
and you won't want me in the room."



   It was clear.  Alex.  "Chelle, you can't do it with Alex.  He's a
dickhead."



   "Quit saying that," she screamed.



   "He is.  All he ever talks about is, `Lindsey gave me a blowjob,' or
`Megan gives great head,' or `Patrice is a whore.  She'll fuck anybody.'
You want him telling all the guys in school about you?"



   "Shut up.  Just shut up!  You're just jealous because I have a
boyfriend. I'm going to ask mom about separate rooms," she stormed off out
of our room.



   I chased her, "Chelle!" I caught her in the kitchen.  She stood with her
arms crossed over her chest, breathing hard and red in the face.  I knew I
had to tread lightly, carefully or I could really screw things up. 
"Listen. Please." She finally dropped her arms.  "Okay, if I promise not to
say anything about Alex will you promise not to say anything to mom about
separate rooms?"



   "I don't know," she said.



   "If I tell mom what Alex says in the gym she'll never let you even talk
to him," I played my trump card.



   "You wouldn't," she said.



   "I would if you asked for separate rooms," I told her.



   "But how can we..." she paused.



   "Chelle, we have always been able to tell each other anything.  All we
gotta do is ask the other to not come in to the room.  Hell, they can act
as lookout for the folks.  We just promise to help each other," I said
reasonably.



   I could tell she hadn't thought of that, actually helping each other. 
"Maybe," she said tentatively.



   "Think about it," I had given it my best shot.



   *****



   "Mom says I'm too young to date," Chelle complained.



   "That's funny," I commiserated.  Quietly, "We been doing it for two
years and you're too young."



   She slapped her pillow.  "I know!" She sat up on her bed and patted next
to her.  This was a good sign.  It was the first time she had invited me
over since our blowup.  I sat down, wondering what was up.  "She said I
could go out with you."



   "We could date?" I asked puzzled.



   "No, stupid.  If you went along then I could go with Alex."



   "The three of us?" I asked getting more puzzled.



   "You are dense.  Does gravity bend around your head?" she teased me.



   "Very funny."



   "No, you take a girl and we can double date.  Mom said we could do
that," Chelle said hopefully.



   "I don't know any girls," I protested.



   "Emily thinks you're cute," she said.



   Emily was one of Chelle's group, about five girls that always hung out
together at school.  She was cute, with a killer body.  She had long wavy
blonde hair.  "She said that?"



   "More than once.  Ask her to the movies Saturday.  Please," Chelle
begged.



   That's how I wound up on a double date.  Dad took the four of us to the
mall Saturday afternoon.  We hung out and talked, hung with our friends a
little.  The girls went shopping and Alex and me went to the Sears and
watched football on the TVs.  I really did try to be nice to him but I just
knew this was not going to turn out good.  We ate at the food court and
went to a movie.



   About half way through, Alex and Chelle started kissing.  I tensed up. I
was really getting mad about it when Emily leaned into me and whispered,
"Do you want to sit somewhere else?"



   "No."



   "It's pretty natural, brothers being protective of their sister.  But
it's just kissing," she whispered.



   I looked at Emily, really paying attention to her for the first time
that day.  She really was pretty even in the flickering light of the
theatre.  She held my eye and smiled.  It just seemed natural to lean
towards her.  Our lips met and we kissed.  I had never kissed a girl other
than Chelle.  It was electric.  As we parted, Emily whispered, "Wow, you've
had some practice."



   I'm sure I blushed but I doubt she could tell in the darkness.  But it
did make me realize how unusual Chelle and I were and how that strangeness
could have potential pitfalls, like explaining how I learned to kiss.



   I didn't need to think it through, since Emily leaned back towards me
and we were kissing again.  We were going at it hot and heavy when my hand
slid down and caressed her breast.  I had done it without thinking.  After
all, that would have been natural for the past two years when Chelle and I
were kissing.  Emily jerked away.  "Mike," she said.



   "What?"



   She made an exasperated sound, then whispered strongly, "You can't do
that."



   "Oh, sorry," I said, not really sorry, but trying to understand why I
couldn't do that when Chelle and I did it all of time.  Emily turned back
to watch the movie.  I did also.  I could see Alex and Chelle kissing out
of the corner of my eye.  It really bugged me.  The movie ended not long
after.



   We called Dad and he said he'd be there in a few minutes.  The four of
us were waiting at one of the exits.  Chelle and Alex sidled away so they
could talk.  Emily looked at me and said, "You didn't sound sorry."



   "Well, I guess I wasn't sure why I couldn't do that."



   "Because it was too soon," Emily said.  "You guys think you can have
anything."



   "Emily, I didn't do it for me.  I did it to make you feel good," I said.
"It doesn't feel good to me.  Except that I like making a girl feel good."



   She looked surprised.  "You've done it before?"



   "Lots.  I mean, you know, I've maybe done it some," I stumbled along
running out of steam knowing I had talked too much already.



   "No wonder you know how to kiss," Emily said.  "And the girls liked it?"



   I blushed, worried that I might have to explain which girl liked it, but
I nodded anyway.  I think the blush worked in my favor.  Emily assumed I
was trying to be protective of the girls' honor who had allowed such
intimacies.



   "Oh," she said.



   Dad showed up then.  We climbed into the van, Emily and I sitting in the
back seat, Alex and Chelle in the middle.  Emily snuggled up to me when we
sat.  I was a bit surprised figuring I had blown my chances with her.  I
had my hand on her shoulder when she raised that arm encouraging my hand to
slide down.  As it reached the level of her breast, she looked at me
expectantly.  I wasn't sure.  Quietly she said, "It's okay." My hand slid
around and cupped her breast.  I knew how Chelle liked to be touched.  I
did that to Emily.  I felt her nipple get hard and erect as I teased it. 
Her breathing changed.  I kept playing and teasing as we drove.  Alex's
house was first.  We stopped and let him off.  After he left, Chelle turned
around to talk with Emily.  She saw where my hand was.  Emily jerked away.



   Chelle smiled and asked, "So did you enjoy it?  The movie?"



   Emily was speechless.  "Yeah," I answered.  "I thought the movie was
okay."



   Emily had regained her speech and said.  "I thought it was good,
especially the part where they were trapped."



   Chelle winked at Emily and said so Dad couldn't hear, "It is fun when
they get trapped." Emily blushed as Chelle started in about the movie in a
normal voice.  Emily made barely audible responses as we drove her home.



   When we got there, I walked her up to the door.  I wondered what the
hell I was supposed to do.  I mean, a big kiss?  But Chelle and Dad were
watching.



   "I had fun," Emily said.



   "Sorry about Chelle," I said.



   Emily got a look on her face, not mad but something close.  "I'll get
even Monday."



   "Good," I said which made us both laugh.



   I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, which I think was the
right thing.  "See you Monday."



   "Yeah," I said as she disappeared into her house.



   *****



   At school the next week, Chelle hung around Alex a lot and Emily started
sitting with me at lunch.  It felt funny because I had always sat with
Chelle.  It seemed that Emily and I were an item, at least, she seemed to
think so and her friends, including Chelle, thought so.



   On Saturday, the folks went to visit Grandma.  It was a good three hours
there and back.  We begged off for homework reasons.  Yeah, right.  So we
knew they wouldn't be home till after dinner.  They told us to fix dinner
for ourselves.  Chelle had known about the trip on Friday, and unknown to
me, had invited Alex and Emily over.  Emily arrived first.  The three of us
talked for a few minutes until Alex arrived.  Chelle dragged him back to
our room and closed the door.  I looked at Emily, uncomfortable with it
all.



   "Mike, are you always going to be so protective of Chelle?  She's going
to have boyfriends.  Someday she'll get married."



   "I don't know.  I just don't like Alex." There, I said it.



   Emily paused.  "I don't either.  I guess I understand, then." She was on
the couch and I was in a chair.  "Would you like to sit by me?"



   I smiled and came over, plopping down next to her.  In a moment, we were
kissing.  This time when my hand found her tit she pressed back against it,
moaning as I twirled and teased her nipples.  We were both getting pretty
worked up when Emily broke away.  "We need to stop."



   "Why?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.



   "We'll get carried away," she said.



   "What do you mean, carried away?" I asked.



   "Carried away.  Do something we don't want to," she answered.



   "Why would we do that?  You just do what you want to.  I mean, you kiss
or other things..." I hesitated realizing I might be saying more than I
should.



   Emily gave me a funny look.  "Mike, where did you learn all this?"



   I had been thinking about how to answer this question all week.  I knew
it might come up.  The previous summer we had spent two weeks with our
cousins in a lakeside cabin.  They were second cousins and the parents
teased us about being kissing cousins.  They also kept a pretty good watch
on us.  Marybeth was just a year younger and I admit to some fantasies
about her, especially when she wore this one bikini, peach colored, and it
barely covered anything.  I told Emily that was where I learned all of what
I knew, from my second cousin.  I didn't get into exact details, but I let
her know that we had explored many ways of pleasuring each other.



   "Your cousin," Emily said.



   "Second cousin.  Kissing cousin, so it was okay."



   "And didn't you get carried away with her?"



   I shrugged.  "No, we'd just decide what we were going to do and do that.
Maybe one day it would be using hands, maybe the next it would be, you
know, oral and maybe another day it would be all the way.  But we never got
carried away.  It was what we wanted to do."



   Emily had a funny look on her face.  I had noticed her squirming on the
couch as we talked and I was worried that I had made her uncomfortable. 
"So if I said I'd like to know what it felt like to, um, have you do oral,
but I definitely didn't want to go all the way, that would be okay?" I
nodded.  "And you wouldn't go all the way?" I nodded again.  "Even if I
asked?"



   "Why would you ask if you didn't want to?" I asked her.



   "I'm just saying, what if?" she looked quite intent.



   I shrugged, "I guess."



   Emily was biting her lower lip, her eyes staring off.  Then she turned
to me and said, "Let's kiss." We did.  Again, I teased her nipples.  As we
were getting worked up, Emily broke the kiss and asked, "Would you kiss me
down there, like your cousin?"



   I smiled, "Sure.  I like it." I helped her take off her blouse and bra,
then her jeans and panties.  She looked uncomfortable sitting on the couch
naked.  I kissed her nipples, which quickly took her mind off anything
else. Then I kissed down across her belly stopping at the cleft between her
legs.  One leg was on the back of the couch, the other off on the floor. 
Emily was watching me as I dipped down and softly kissed her.  I parted her
lips and licked from bottom to top, circled round her clit and back down. I
teased her, licking close to her bud but never quite doing it.  Pretty
soon, she was going crazy.  When I did this to Chelle, she'd grab me by the
hair and pull my face into her pussy forcing me to suck her clit.  Emily
tried chasing my tongue with her hips, hunching up and back, moaning in
frustration.  I decided to finish her off; I sucked her whole clit into my
mouth while lashing it with my tongue.  Emily squealed then panted, moaned,
and voiced other sundry sounds of pleasure.  Her body tensed up, then she
shuddered before sinking back onto the couch.  I licked her lightly and
stopped.



   While she was recovering I tore off my clothes and joined her on the
couch.  When she realized I was naked she sat up.  "Mike!"



   "What?"



   "You're naked."



   I laughed.  "So are you.  I like it.  You are really beautiful.  I know
I'm not much to look at," I said.



   That drew Emily's attention to my body, which, like a magnet, drew her
eyes to my erect cock.  She stared at it, fascinated.  I didn't say
anything.  Her hand, almost of its own volition went to my cock.  It
stopped short, hovering.  "Please," I whispered.  She looked at me, then
back.  Her hand covered the last distance and wrapped around my cock.



   "Oh," she said like she was surprised.  "I've never..."



   "I'll help if you want," I offered.



   "I always said I wouldn't, but what you did felt so nice," she said
quietly.  She asked, "Did your cousin?"



   I nodded.  "She really liked it."



   "What do I do?" Emily asked.



   "Use your hand, like it was making love, like sex." Her hand started
stroking my cock, lightly.  "A little more pressure," I told her, my throat
already tight with pleasure.  Her hand tightened on my cock.  "Yes," I
said. "Lick it."



   Emily hesitated, then bent forward and ran her tongue around the tip. 
When she tasted the pre-cum, she stopped.  Looking at me, she asked, "Is
that what it tastes like?"



   "Yeah." She looked thoughtful.  "Please do it again."



   This time she smiled as she bent forward.  She licked around the head
before taking the tip in her mouth and sucking.  It had been a while for
me. In moments I felt the pressure building.  Maybe it wasn't the best bj I
ever had, but it was at the right time.  "I'm cumming," I said to warn
Emily.  She lifted her head away.  "Don't stop," I begged, wrapping my hand
around hers and stroking.  She quickly started wanking me again.  The
sudden stroking did it.  I felt the first blast as a long thick rope of cum
lifted off into a high arcing curve and landed on my chest, The second
landed just short on my belly, the third was hardly a pop up.  The fourth
dribbled out.  There were a few more that added to the puddle around the
base of my cock, and I was spent.



   I was wasted.  Emily looked at her cum covered hand and then down at me.
"Jeeze," she said.  "There's a lot of it."



   "You were great," I said.  That brought a smile to her face.  My cock
wilted.



   She watched it disappear.  As if she suddenly realized we were buck
naked, and we were, she said, "We need to get dressed."



   I laughed.  "They are busy, too." I grabbed her hand and pulled her to
the bath.  "Let's shower." She resisted, but I pulled her on anyway.  Once
the water was hot, I pulled her in.  I started soaping her up and her
resistance melted.  She returned the pleasure by soaping me and it
developed into a fun game of touch each other everywhere.  We kissed, the
water running over us.



   As we broke the kiss, Emily looked up at me, "Thank you, Mike.  You were
very thoughtful."



   "I guess that means we are boyfriend and girlfriend?" I asked.



   She put her head on my chest.  "I guess so."



   *****



   I heard it at lunch Monday from Stan.  "Alex is bragging he got a blow
job from Chelle.  He called her, `the blow job queen.'" By sixth period, I
had heard about it from six guys.  Alex must have told every guy he knew. I
was so mad if I had run into Alex I would have tried to kill him.



   When we got home I pulled Chelle into our bedroom.  She could tell
something was wrong.  "What is it?"



   "Alex is bragging you gave him a blow job." Chelle looked stunned and
shook her head.  "I told you he was a dickhead."



   "No, no," she said.  "You're just jealous..." But she could see the look
in my eye.



   "I heard it from six guys."



   He shook her head again, "No." She looked away.  "That's why...  Oh
God." She burst into tears burying her head against my chest.  I wrapped
her in my arms trying to comfort her.  But there is no comfort for broken
dreams, broken trust.



   She was quiet at dinner and Mom looked worried.  She caught my eye and I
shook my head.  I could see pleading and worry in her face.  I shook my
head again and she subsided.  After dinner I told her that Chelle had a
break up with Alex and that it would be best just to let her alone for now.
Mom told me to be there for Chelle, like I could do anything else.  She
never did understand the bond between us.



   That night, I crawled into bed with Chelle after the lights were out. 
She clung to me, crying softly.  "Why did he tell everyone?"



   "Chelle, I told you, he is just that kind of guy.  He's done that to
every girl he knows."



   "But Mike," she sniffled.  "He was so nice to me."



   "That's what he does.  He's nice till he gets what he wants.  Then he
treats the girl like crap.  Chelle, he does it over and over.  I don't
understand how girls keep falling for it," I said.  And to this day, it's
not something I understand, how women fall for guys like Alex.  But they
do, over and over.  What secret lure do they use?  What chemical attractant
do they have that women lose their rational faculty around the guy?



   Chelle seemed better in the morning.  Over breakfast I could sense a
change.  I caught her eye and felt it.  `Uh oh,' I thought.  "What?"



   "That bastard," she said quietly.  I nodded.  The feeling was there
again, just like third grade.  Chelle and I against the world if we had to.
Alex was in for a surprise.  Chelle saw the look in my eye and smiled, not
a happy one, a smile of determination.



   At lunch, Chelle caught my eye.  I followed her over to where Alex was
sitting with his friends and a couple of girls.  Eyes widened when they saw
Chelle approach.  Alex turned, was surprised, then put on his act, "Hey
babe."



   "Don't hey babe me, you liar." You could hear a pin drop as people at
every table within hearing distance stopped what they were doing and
listened.  Alex started to sputter.  Chelle cut him off.  "You told your
friends I gave you a blowjob." I heard a few gasps in the crowd.  Chelle
continued as if she hadn't heard them.  "I tried to, but you couldn't even
get it hard.  It was too small to even do anything with.  I bet every brag
you've ever made is a lie.  I think you must be queer." She turned on her
heel and marched off.  The silence was deafening.  Since most of his
conquests were made up, he couldn't even get the girls to disprove it. 
They would agree that he didn't.  I knew Alex's reputation would never
recover from a public lashing like this.  Kids would be laughing behind his
back forever.



   It must have occurred to him as well.  He bolted out of his chair and
took off after Chelle.  I stepped in his way.  He tried to push past me. 
There is something that happens to me at a time like that, a threat to
Chelle.  I become focused completely.  My whole body feels like it is
electrified.  Nothing matters except protecting Chelle.  When he pushed it
was like pushing a rock.  I grabbed his shirt.  That stopped him.  He
started to raise his hand.  I looked into his eyes, ready to take him
apart. He must have seen it too; that look.  I don't know what he saw, I
just know what it was on the inside, a determination to do anything, absorb
anything to protect Chelle and hurt him.  I saw the fright on his face. 
"If you touch her, I'll kill you." I pushed him and he fell back on his
chair.  I turned and marched out after Chelle.



   Alex tried to save his tattered reputation as a lady killer, but the
girls drifted away and the guys followed the girls.  The most damning
evidence was that he had backed down, both from Chelle and from me.  That
convicted him in the eyes of our peers.  By the time he decided to pick a
fight with me, I could laugh and his former friends all laughed as well. 
He looked at the group of us and knew it was all against him.  He walked
away like a whipped puppy.  The issue had been already decided.  It broke
his spirit.  In less than a month he transferred to St.  John's.  I only
hope he learned something.







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