The English Twins Progeny

"Are you ok, I heard you cry out?" Peter said.

"Yes" she replied, "I stood on a sharp pebble or something. I think I will go for a nap, the sun really is quite tiring" and studiously avoiding looking at her sibling's groin she made her way into the cottage.

Peter smiled to himself; he knew that his sister had not stood on anything, that her cry had been one of released passion, which meant she had been playing with herself whilst hidden by the rolling waves of the ocean. Never one to reject a good idea, he stood and walked to the sea, letting the waves creep up his body cooling the blood coursing through his veins. Reaching down, he pushed the waistband of his trunks down onto his thighs and took hold of the rigid pole between his legs. Gripping it lightly he began to slowly stroke its length whilst he brought up images of his sister's swollen nipples, hard nubs to be licked and nibbled. He imagined his hand to be hers; pulling him whilst he caressed her body feeling it crushed to his own. Felt himself thrusting inside her welcoming wet passage, pounding her with his maleness and flooding her with his seed. Within moments he felt the gates open and he pumped his seed into the waiting ocean, watched it rise to the surface in long white threads to be taken away to who knows where. Peter now knew that he had to have his sister, whatever the consequences

Lizzie had hardly slept at all, her mind had been filled with visions of herself and her brother locked in an all consuming sexual embrace, bodies thrusting against each other, his swollen Penis driving into her deepest depths. No matter how much she tried to wipe the vision from her mind, but it would not go. Lizzie's own body was being overwhelmed by the vision, responding to the mental image. Her breasts ached, their nipples engorged and stiff, whilst her pussy was on fire and her juices ran freely.

Struggling to her feet, she walked to the shower and threw herself under the hissing waterfall, her face turned to the sky whilst the icy jets cooled her ardour. She knew she would not give in to her desires, knew that they were not real desires but simply pictures in her mind. Not only was she certain she would not give in to it, she had thought of an idea of how to prove it to herself.

That evening over dinner, Lizzie drank rather more than usual in an attempt to bolster her Dutch courage. She had noticed that Peter had also seriously attacked the large pitcher of Rum cocktail and could see that he was looking seriously relaxed. The conversation had up to this point been somewhat banal, drifting between past memories and what each intended to do with their futures. Lizzie knew she had to make her move now, had to prove to herself that she had total control over her body.

Looking at Peter she said, "Can I ask you a sensitive question?"

Peter shrugged, "of course you can, despite the drink, I still have my senses" he chuckled.

Lizzie paused for a moment then said, "We do have the same genes as our parents yes?"

Peter nodded and said, "We better have."

"Then" said Lizzie, "Do you think we could be affected by those genes in the same way?"

Richard looked somewhat confused, saying, "I don't understand, affected in what way exactly?"

Lizzie took a long pull at her drink, paused and said, "I mean...do you think there are circumstances where we could end up doing the same thing as Mum and Dad? I didn't want to ask you, but I'm terrified that it may happen."

Peter raised his glass to his mouth, hiding the knowing smile that creased his face. Looking at Lizzie over the rim of his glass he answered, "Why are you asking me? What they did was consensual, are you saying you are frightened that you would want us to make love?"

Lizzie blanched. "Of course not!" she said. "You know my views on what our parents did; I would never consent to such a thing."

"Then why are you worried it might happen? You have answered your own question." He replied.

Lizzie took another long pull at her drink. "But what if you tried to make advances towards me; I don't know how I would deal with it. Of course I would not want it to happen, but how would I stop you, knowing it wasn't your fault but that of your genes?"

"Look," said Peter. Have you at any time in your life looked at me as anything but your twin Brother? Have you ever looked at me in a sexual way? Have you ever considered making love with me?"

"Absolutely not!" cried Lizzie, trying to hide the deep blush suffusing her face and suppressing her thoughts of him earlier in the day. "That would be disgusting." Raising the glass to her face to hide her confusion she said, "Have... Have you ever looked at me that way?"

Peter laughed, "Of course I have. You can't grow up next to a beautiful girl with your hormones raging and not think about her in that way. And before you ask, yes, I have even used you as a masturbatory tool in my youth. But eventually, we all grow up and find others to turn to for sexual relief."

"When was the last time? The last time you thought about me that way" said Lizzie.

Richard leaned forward and looking into her eyes he said, "This afternoon, on the beach." Leaning back he continued, "But don't panic, it was a passing thought. The sun, the drink and a half undressed female. I promise you, I am not about to make a move on you." Pausing, he took another drink and said, "Tell me the truth, did you really stand on a sharp stone on the beach or were you doing what I think you were doing, and if you were, who were you thinking about?"

Once more Lizzie's face was suffused with blood and turning from his gaze stuttered, "I don't wish to talk about that."

Peter smiled inwardly, he now knew he was right, his sister had been masturbating and he had been the focus of her attention. "Well," he said. I have assured you that I am not about to jump your bones, so that should at least put your mind to rest on that matter."

"But I need to be certain," she said. "I need to know that I can stop you if you do make advances, even in drink."

"Well what do you suggest we do to prove you could do just that?"

"Well," she replied. "I thought you could try to make some advances and I will exercise my self control and prevent you doing exactly that."

"Let me get this right," said Peter. "You want us to go back to the beach hut and start to make out with each other and at some particular point; you are going to put a stop to it?"

"Yes," said Lizzie. "That's almost exactly what I think we should do. It will put my mind to rest and we will say no more about it."

"And what if you don't want to stop me, what happens then? What if God forbid, you can't stop me? Have you thought about that" he said.

"Of course I will stop you. That will never happen between us, of that I have no doubt. I just want some confirmation that's all."

Peter's hormones started to show themselves, he felt his penis become tumescent and that special feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was reacting to the fact that he knew that there was no way his Sister was going to stop him taking her body. He just needed to come up with something that would enable him to lay the responsibility at her feet and not his own. Taking her hand he said, 'Lizzie, have you thought how we are going to start this? I can't just coldly walk down to the hut and start making out with you. A) You are my sister and B) I know that you are going to stop me somewhere along the line. In order to make out with you, I need some sort of stimulus to get over the family hurdle."

"Drink!" Lizzie said. "Order another cocktail pitcher and we will drink until we both feel comfortable with what we are going to do. Of course, we will not drink enough that I will lose control of my faculty's."

Peter grinned to himself and signalled the waiter, ordering another pitcher of cocktails.

After several more drinks, Peter could clearly see that his sister was showing the effects of the alcohol and was starting to slightly slur her words. He knew that it was important that they left now. Anymore drink and she could accuse him of taking advantage of her whilst she was drunk. "Shall we send the staff away?" He said. "I have to make sure that I can control my libido don't forget."

"Don't worry," she replied. "I will not lessh you get out of control; I can handle mysshelf and you."

Peter smiled, knowing that his Sister was already showing the signs in her speech. He felt confident that he was going to have his sister's body before the night was out.

Within moments, the staff had cleared the evening meal away and reset the table. They left shortly thereafter with a handsome tip from Peter.

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Taking his Sister's hand, he led her to the large bed and sitting on end, placed her beside him. "Just how are we going to start this making out?" He whispered. "It's not easy to make a move on your own sister.

Lizzie turned to him and placing her arms around his neck pulled him to her. Her lips found his and she was surprised at their warm softness. Gently her lips moved against his, sliding against the soft flesh but Peter remained unmoved. Pulling away and looking at him she said, "Peter, I need some help here. We are supposed to be making out."

Peter reached for her, his arms going around her waist and pulling her to him. His head lowered to hers and their lips met once more. Slowly, Peter opened his lips drawing in the lower lip of his sibling and sucking it into his mouth. His sister gave out a gentle sigh and he felt her arms pulling him tighter. Their lips continued their gentle battle, each drawing in the lips of the other, tasting the essence of their sibling. Their bodies slowly started to move against the others, not yet a lovers embrace, but closing. Peter almost started when he felt the tip of his sister's tongue licking along his teeth as though seeking entrance to the warm slippery entrance of his mouth. Slowly parting his mouth, he allowed the tip of his own tongue to meet hers before circling it with his own and then sliding it fully into her mouth curling his own around her tongue. Time seemed to stand still for a second before he felt her take up the challenge as her tongue found his mouth and began to do battle with his own.

Peter heard his sister emit a low moan as her arms pulled him tighter to her. Despite their awkward position sitting beside each other, he could now feel the distinct pressure of her right breast crushed against his chest. His sister's tongue now lashed his own, deeply probing and licking his mouth as his own tongue invaded hers. He did not remember their bodies falling to the bed, yet realised that they were now facing each other on the bed and were wrapped in each others arms. His sister groans were louder interlaced with small whimpering's and her body moved sinuously against his own. He guessed that his sister was not wearing a bra as he could now feel the hard nubs of her nipples through his thin shirt being crushed against his own chest as his sister writhed against him.

Slowly, Peter allowed his hand to stray to the bottom of the thin blouse his sister wore, letting his hand slide underneath and across the bare flesh of her back. Her skin was like warm silk, her tight muscles moving beneath his palms as she crushed his body to her own. Gently his hand stroked up her back, feeling her body move more urgently against his own. His hand slid to her side and he felt his thumb graze the side of her breast as it was squashed between their squirming bodies.

Pulling her lips away from her sibling Lizzie cried, "No wait!" her eyes looked into his and he could see what he thought was a look of determination on his sister's face; she even appeared to be counting. "I need to know," she gasped. "I need to know I can stop you."

"Is that it then?" Peter asked.

"No." she replied, "We need to do it again to be sure." She then pulled him to her, locking her lips on his as her tongue began its search for his own.

Lizzie knew that her brother was having difficulty moving things along, although it felt incredibly good to feel him nibbling at her lips, she also knew that she would have to change up a gear. Slowly opening her mouth, she gently eased her tongue out to meet her sibling's, pressing against his teeth to gain access. She was rewarded as she felt him open his mouth and then shook, as she felt his tongue invade her mouth immediately before her own gave battle. Her insides trembled as their tongues fought, lips crushed to each others and she could not help the deep groan that left her as she felt his tongue curling around her own. A heat had started in her loins and she could feel herself getting damp with excitement. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples hardened with suffused blood.

She couldn't remember how they came to be lying on the bed but revelled in the ability to pull him to her, feeling her breasts crushed to his chest as their mouths continued to meet in a passionate kiss, their tongues deep in each others mouths curling and squirming against each other. She knew she was whimpering and groaning against him, almost losing herself.

Her body trembled as she felt his hand slide beneath her blouse and begin to stroke her back. Its heat only helped to fuel the heat she was already feeling in her own loins and the aching in her breasts. His hand caressed every inch of her back as she moved beneath it, stroking and sliding over her hot flesh. His hand brushed her right breast, "Yes!" That's what she wanted, to feel him take her breasts into his hands and mouth to bring her release.

Suddenly, her brain screamed No! Stop! and she leaned away and broke their embrace. She had to stop it, show that she had her emotions under control. Count, she told herself, Count.

Slowly her heaving chest settled and a feeling of elation overtook her as she realised her conviction was right, she did have control. But just as suddenly, feelings of doubt entered her mind. What if this is a fluke and maybe on another occasion she would not be able to stop it? Maybe she should let him go further just to be sure she did have full control?

Her train of thought was interrupted as she heard Peter ask if they were finished and knew immediately that they had to make out again, just one more time. Pulling him to her, she gasped, "One more time," before locking his lips to her own and allowing her tongue to invade his soft warm mouth.

Peter felt his sibling hug him to her with even more passion than before, her body writhing against him, gasping and moaning as their tongues wrestled. He could feel her heat as she pressed against him and his own body flushed as he felt the blood rush to swell his member which was now crushed between them.

His hand once more reached beneath his sister's blouse and quickly sought the same 'accidental' brushing of her left breast. This time she showed a completely different reaction, letting out a long moan as she pulled slightly away allowing his hand to find the whole of her breast. His hand cupped the hot globe, feeling the soft skin on his palm as his thumb rubbed over the hard engorged nipple, eliciting a gasp from his sibling before she ferociously attacked his mouth once again. He could not believe how wonderful her breast felt, soft, but firm, the skin silky smooth to his touch. The weight perfect in his hand, moving gently as he caressed its surface as his thumb abraded the stiff nub of her nipple. He had to have more, he had to taste this swollen fruit offered so freely by his sister.

He heard his twin give a groan of obvious disappointment as his hand left her breast and moved to the top button of her blouse. Gently wrestling with each button he freed her from its constraint and reaching down to the hem he slowly slid it up her body. Lizzie involuntarily raised her arms, allowing her sibling to slip the blouse from her, leaving it fall to the floor.

Peter's hand once more found the rising mound of her breast topped with its dark hard nipple. Taking it into his palm he was rewarded with a loud whimper from his sister as he rolled the engorged nub between his thumb and forefinger. It seemed to swell even more before his very eyes and it was no effort to break their deep kiss as he moved his mouth to his target, his tongue leaving a hot wet trail as he licked and kissed his way down her neck to his prize.

His sister's moans were louder now and he thought he felt her push her breast to him urging him to continue his oral ministrations. He paused as he looked at his prize, his hand surrounding the soft flesh and the dark nipple calling him on. Slowly he lowered his mouth to kiss the hard nub before drawing it between his tightened lips and rolling it between them. As he opened his mouth and took the nipple between his teeth, he was rewarded with a keening wail as he dragged his teeth across it, gently biting the hard swollen intruder. He felt his sister's hands at his head, pulling him to her breast as though wanting to feed him the whole of it. Complying with her silent demand, he opened his mouth and drew into it as much of the soft yielding flesh as he was able. Her cry rent the air as he began to suckle at her breast whilst kneading the warm flesh between his fingers.

Peter could feel his sisters face pressed into his neck, heard her whimpering gasps for breath and felt her hands scrabbling for the buttons on his shirt pulling and tugging at it. He heard her cry of frustration as she gripped the shirt and tore it down its length, dragging it over his head and throwing it to the floor before once more grabbing his head bringing it back to her breast to feed on her needy, demanding flesh.

Peter reached for her other breast and moulded the flesh as he rolled the stiffened nipple between his fingers, slightly pinching it and eliciting a deep groan from his sister. As he caressed and suckled at each breast, they seemed to him to be growing in size, the nipples more extended and sensitive to his touch. His sister's breath became laboured and her hands clutched at his back, her nails digging into his own flesh. He rolled Lizzie onto her back and placed his left arm behind her neck and cupping her left breast in his hand as drew as much of the heavy flesh of her right breast into his mouth. His right hand stroked and caressed her stomach, sliding easily over her sweat soaked skin, feeling her body slightly rise to push against his palm as his fingers found the waistband of the Sarong she wore.

Within seconds, his nimble fingers had released the securing knot and the sarong fell from her waist revealing the incredibly small black thong that formed the only obstacle to the entrance to her core. Slowly his fingers danced their way down her right thigh, gently stroking the hot inner flesh and leaving a tingling trail behind as his hand travelled back up her thigh and moved across her pubic mound, resting there for only a second before sliding down the inside of her left thigh to repeat his caresses.

As the pauses between her thighs took longer, Peter could hear his sibling's breathless groans grow louder and feel her hips push up to meet the weight of his resting palm as though urging him on. Encouraged, Peter allowed his thumb to slip inside the waistband of the thong and sliding his thumb forwards and backwards, gently eased thong down across her hips which rose to allow him to ease them over her buttocks and down to her knees. In one smooth movement, Lizzie's foot slipped out of the garment and catching it with her toes, slid the thong from her other leg, kicking it away as she did so. The whole of his sister's body was now open to his ministrations, writhing under the stimulation of his mouth and exploring hands. Her sweat kissed skin slippery and glistening in the moonlight.