Humilated by My Twin Sister

She stopped for a moment but continued to hold me with both hands as before, and I sat helplessly with my face buried against her shoulder, smelling her, feeling her heaving breaths, looking through her hair past her shoulder and down to her thighs.

"I'm going to make you come, like in the movie. Let go of me and put your hands back."

"Good God Jen, I've never done that before in front of anyone, this just can't happen. We're even now, Jen, really."

"Like I said, I'll tell you when we're even. We're not even. Plus, honestly it looks to me like you want me to do it."

"I don't, it's too much."

"No, I think you do. Look at you, you're shaking all over like a baby over this. When I stroke you you're thrusting up into me, into my hand. I want to see what it's like, want to see the look on your face when it happens."

She leaned back, let go of me and grabbed a stack of tissues from her nightstand and placed them between us. The feeling of emptiness of suddenly not having her hands on me made me startle. The whole situation had come about too quickly, was too much, too overwhelming and scary. All the same I felt my pelvis lunging uncontrollably up at her as if begging her to touch me again.

"Look at me in the eyes, like in the movie," she said. "And put your hands back where they belong."

Knowing I had no choice, I did as she ordered. We held a deep stare as she again grasped my erection with both hands as before, and the overwhelming sensation caused me to jerk in convulsion all over again, but only for a moment. I buried my head against her as she started stroking me, this time with more purpose and intention.

"You're not looking at me" she said, stopping.

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

So I did, and she stroked and exercised her full power over me, as I sat helplessly with my hands behind me, her stare piercing through me, an "I've got you" smirk peeking from her, me looking back wanting to cover my eyes in shame but knowing I couldn't, her warm moist hand working me slowly and powerfully, squeezing me with perfect firmness.

I glanced about as if removed from the scene and saw her beautiful legs, breasts, body, hair, eyes and her creamy white hands working me – as I came back to myself, I wanted so much for her to allow me inside her, for me to lunge up within her, and I looked her all over her body and –

"You're not looking at me. Look at me in the eyes." She made her commands as she continued stroking.

I did so and as the rush of a building orgasm started becoming apparent for the first time, I was shaking less violently but more constantly now, no longer convulsive but continuous, feeling hot and cold all at once. No longer able to hold my head up, I rested my chin on her shoulder and she nuzzled up against my cheek, blew in my ear, and then started sucking on my earlobe while still stroking. The feel of her warm moistness and the sound of her breathing, mouth and sucking sounds rolled through me and she then stuck her tongue deep into my ear, licking around in there for a moment, an enormously erotic sensation intensifying all the feelings within me.

"Ben, you're not looking at me," she said. "Besides, this is too dry, don't you think?"

With that she leaned forward over me and started swishing saliva around in her mouth, and lowered her head to my penis. My heart almost burst as she appeared about to put me inside her mouth, but instead she let a mouthful of saliva drain onto the head of my penis and down the shaft, and all over her right hand. "There," she said, raising her head, "that will make this better. Now Ben, really, you have to look at me while I do this."

The wetness and warmth of her saliva on my penis enveloped me completely and I sat anxiously waiting for her to resume. But she sat staring at me in silence, refusing to start again until our eyes met.

She then pulled her face back just enough so that we could maintain eye contact, smirking even more noticeably at me, taking it all in. She finally started stroking and now it all felt very lubricated, very thorough and wet, enormously sensuous. I felt the power of climax approaching the point of no return, and so did she, as her strokes became even more purposeful, more firm, somewhat more rapid yet still rythmic, and without a word she pressed her forehead against mine so our eyes were transfixed together as she reached for the tissues with her left hand while pumping even faster with her right, and I shook all over and with powerful pelvic thrusts, I began lunging up off the bed toward her and into her hand five times in rhythmic fashion, moaning with each heave, and she covered me with the tissues just as I exploded in orgasm, drenching her hands and the tissues with semen, burying my head in her hair and shoulders, sobbing, hugging her as she held my penis firmly.

We sat like that for perhaps three minutes as I continued to pump out more semen, powerful jerks of pleasure rushing through me and covering her hands even more completely.

Then, as the orgasm waned, she kissed me deep in the mouth and sat back from me, a look of triumphant self-satisfaction on her face. She reached for more tissues and cleaned herself up, then scooted back, now out of reach from me.

"Okay," she said. "We're done with this. You won't spy on me, and this, what just happened, was once and no more. No one ever hears about it, and you and I never discuss it. That's understood, right?

"Yes," I said softly, still shaking.

"It won't happen again. None of it, ever. So don't ask, and don't even think about it."

"Yes," I said, now finally getting my senses about me.

"Good," she said, smiling broadly. She then leaned over to me and whispered softly in my ear, "Now we're even."