Humilated by My Twin Sister Ch. 02

Just like last time only earlier, she swished a mouthful of spit around and then let it loose on her hand and my penis, looked up at me, still smiling, and gave me a first firm, warm wet stroke. It felt incredibly good, powerful, overwhelmingly wonderful. The power of her hand reaching out with this instense erotic pleasure while she sat there in her full presence and beauty, inches away, blew my mind.

"One," she whispered. She continued, counting each stroke, slow, wet, warm, causing me to shake, to thrust up toward her, and by five I was feeling an orgasm already building.

She stopped and placed her face by my penis and I felt the incredibly unimaginable sensation of my head going into her mouth, and watched in pure esctasy as she went up and down on it four times, making it very wet, a type of pleasure like never before, and then she brought her face back to my ear and started stroking with her hand again, counting "Six," then "seven, eight, nine" and I was clutching her with both hands, imagining myself driving up into her, about to come all over her hand so soon at any second and she said "ten" softly as she pumped her hand once more and I could feel myself about to let go and she—

Stopped.

She let go as I writhed in the agony of almost-fulfilled pleasure, poking upward as much as possible with my erection and thrusting toward her, and she held my shoulders strongly and asserted,

"Ben, just lay there for a moment, just work with me on this," and she moved her body sideways and draped herself over the upper part of me, holding me down with her weight as I trembled, trying desperately to rub my penis on her, on any part of her, but it was impossible because of how she'd positioned herself across me, and I let out a huge frustrated sigh and somehow muttered in despair, "Why? Why would you stop like that?"

"Just trust me" she said, whispering in my ear. "Lay there now, and quit trying to rub and hump at me, just lay here and listen to me."

"You're screwing me over again," I said as I felt the disappointing recovery from the verge of nearly coming take over, though my penis still felt enormous and hard. I was almost in tears as frustration and disappointment started to overcome me.

"I'm not messing with you, just trust me," she said softly, her face pressed against my cheek, her blond hair in my eyes and all over my face.

I lay in silence, enjoying her warmth despite being stunned and incredulous about this, perhaps a bit fearful.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" she asked, still whispering in my ear. "Maybe we should go somewhere together. Your choice."

"What?"

"You weren't going to make it to fifteen I don't think. I had to stop after ten."

"I can't believe you've messed with me again, Jen" I said, still lying underneath her, whispering back in her ear. "I thought you said this was all for me. What the hell, what happened?"

I was in that strange mode of being enormously angry at her yet wanting her in such a significant way.

"It is for sure all for you, please really trust me, Ben," she whispered. "I'm going to let you do me, you know, really do me, fuck me, in a bit unless you do or say something that's somehow really hurtful. So please, Ben, you just have to relax and get a bit calmed down first, and please don't say something hurtful."

Hearing this, reacting with a shudder of immediate but unprecedented anticipation, still not absolutely knowing whether to believe her, I decided to just lay there quietly and listen.

"I was wrong when I said we were even last time," she continued, still whispering, not letting me see her face. "We weren't even. I hurt you more than I ever intended and I almost lost you, and I regret that."

She stopped, pulled away from me, and took a quick look at my penis, which was still hard.

"So," she continued as she snuggled up to me again as before, "if you want, I'm going to let you make love to me in a second. Only if you want. Yes, I'm saying if you want that, I'll let you fuck me. But you have to promise me something."

"Okay," I said, the trembling resuming, not quite believing what I was hearing, intrigued to be sure, not daring to mess around with her. Not now.

"Promise me," she said, "please promise me that there won't be any awkwardness tomorrow or after. That you'll look at this as a favor from me, my way of making up to you."

"Okay, I promise."

"It's my way of giving you pleasure for right at this moment and nothing more. Do you want that?"

"Yes."

"Are you really sure that doing me, fucking me, is something you want right now?"

"Yes."

"Okay then," she said.

She sat up from me on her knees and I saw her face, and yes, she had the caring look, those deep blue eyes, the shy smile, true compassion on her face mixed with a look of anticipation of her own, and I knew right then that I was about to get laid by her, and the subsequent enormity of what was happening made me stiffen all over in one clossal moment of full-body rigidity.

She sat up and removed her sweater, and then quickly unsnapped her bra and removed it, revealing her beautiful breasts. Then she reached under her miniskirt and removed her panties, and then removed the skirt as well.

"I'll be on top at first to get things started right."

I couldn't speak, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it, an almost gasping noise accompanying my heavy breaths. She positioned herself over me and then leaned forward so her face and hair covered my face and she pressed her breasts against my chest and whispered in my ear,

"I want you to enjoy this Ben, but first just sit tight for a minute, please Ben."

She moved her herself over my erection, then slid her crotch up and down along it for many, many countless slow strokes along just my shaft, her citoris gliding along my length, and she never touched my sensitive head, erotic for me but not too much, much more for her as I could tell by her closed eyes and deep breathing, and at one time she muttered between heaving breaths, "Please Ben, just be patient for a minute or so with me, this is so important to me" and given her labored breathing it was clear that she was enjoying this greatly. She went on doing this for a bit longer, her breathing becoming labored, audible, me longing to bury myself within her all the while.

Finally, she leaned forward and slid up a bit so that her breasts were right in my face, and I felt her guide my penis with her hand and toward her vagina, and then she scrunched my throbbing head up against her crotch, and I felt the beginnings of her wetness envelope me as she pushed me in just a bit, then pulled back, then a bit further in, then she pulled back, the sensation of her vagina surrounding me and becoming even much more intensely pleasurable than I ever imagined, and with one more push from us both, I slipped entirely inside her, and a shudder of the most intense joy overcame me, eliciting a throaty groan from me and indeed from her as well, and instinctively I pumped in and out, feeling her face next to my cheek, my arms holding her body, her thighs spreading across me in such an open and receiving way.

I pumped away deeply, deep inside, all the way, and she whispered "Let's roll over" and we did so without coming apart, and now on top I pushed even further into her, me now totally in control, her body mine, all of it, and she thrust back at me as we did this in such a partnering way, her letting out little soft grunts, panting, moaning almost constantly and grasping me tightly, pushing back at me, forcing me deep inside her, and I put my mouth on hers and we kissed so deeply, deep into each other and I shook wonderfully and buried myself again and again into her wonderful body, into her mouth with my tongue and her vagina with my penis.

And on we went, longer than I'd ever expected, thus we could enjoy it all the more, many, many minutes, so many that at one point we both had to pause, holding each other, catching our breath, both having become just a little bit sweaty.

When we resumed, our breathing become mutually more intense, pushing away at each other, into each other, and her thrusts became much more intense, more rhythmic, more purposeful, she trembled once, then again, and her grunts and groans became a bit more high-pitched, like an almost constant squeal.

Now she was lifting her bottom up off the bed with every thrust, and I felt her hook her feet around my legs and start pulling me toward her, now thrusting much more quickly and powerfully, and she whispered in my ear through a breathy moan, panting, "Oh BEN this is, this might, BEN! this is, THIS really could -- " and she didn't finish, as I felt her suddenly tense up dramatically and she shivered and pressed her chin up into my shoulder, sharply to where it almost hurt me, as she lifted her head up off the bed and twisted her face toward me, and I buried my nose even deeper into her hair and she put the back of her hand up to her mouth to muffle her noises and she pushed incredibly hard up into me one final time, moaning a muffled scream as she absolutely exploded in orgasm, squeezing my penis very hard with her pulsating vagina, and I continued on through it, thrusting into her one more time, then another, then another, then yet another, then a final time as I now shook all over, as it was my turn, and I came violently, completely, harder than ever before, blasting semen deep into her while holding her tight, my eyes filling with tears as I collapsed onto her, my body rippling again and again as I pumped and thrusted away, completely at the mercy of the convulsive intensity.

Jen held me there, and hugged me from below, clutching me, and we thrust away at each other several more times off and on for a few minutes, and then we just lay panting together for an enjoyable eternity.

And finally she said in a choked whisper, "Did you like that? I mean, really, was it good for you?"

"Yes."

"That's what I wanted to happen out of this, you know, for you to like it."

"Yes," I said, "that was incredible."

"I'm glad. I liked it too. I mean, I REALLY like it, all the way liked it. Could you tell that, Ben?"

"I thought maybe you did. I'm glad you came, that was nice."

"I did. Incredible, like you said."

And we lay silently again, but I could hear her soft sobs becoming more regular.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. And then she whispered, in a voice even more choked with tears of emotion, spitting out the words between very soft sobs, "Now remember, no awkwardness tomorrow. Right? Ben?" she said. "That's important to me. Please now, no awkwardness."

"Right. None, Jenny" I said. "No awkwardness."

And then she put her lips right up to my ear, and I could hear a bit more of her crying noises, and she whispered softly as she sniffled, stammering with emotion, a little beside herself still I suppose,

"This time Ben really, I think, I don't know, but I think, maybe all's okay between us now?"

"Yeah Jen," I said. And I put my lips right to her ear and whispered quietly, "Yes, now we're even."