The English Twins Progeny

Peter's fingers soon found the neatly trimmed curls of his sister's pubic hair, letting his nails slide through them, drawing a low moan from her throat. His hand slid down to gently cover her mound, feeling the heat radiating from it and the warm wetness waiting there. Slowly he let his middle finger slide between her distended outer lips, feeling her inner heat and sliding on the oily fluids lubricating her inner lips and passage. Letting his finger slip through the folds until reaching the small nub of hooded flesh standing proud from her centre, Peter applied light pressure, stroking and rolling her clitoris, building up her urgent response and encouraging the flow of even more lubricating fluids. His clitoral stimulation was causing his sister's body to jerk against the invader, her now continuous cries laden with obvious lust and need. In the midst of the bucking of her loins against him, Peter found his finger sliding into the very core of her womanhood.

"Peter, No!" she cried, pushing him from her. "Oh God! No." Yet still her body writhed in wanting need, giving a lie to her outburst. "Please, just a moment."

Lizzie offered her mouth back up to her brother, once more locking lips and allowed her searching tongue to explore his mouth sliding in their slippery fluids as her tongue resumed its aggressive caress of her sibling's own tongue. She felt him pull her body tighter to his own, welcomed the all embracing feel of his arms and hot blood coursing through her body. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples even more swollen, demanding attention. Her loins were on fire and the growing wetness between her thighs could not be ignored as she felt the steel like rod of her brother's cock crushed up against her pubis.

Once more she felt the heat of her brother's hand as it reached beneath the hem of her blouse, sliding across the warm wet skin of her back as he slowly caressed her. She let out a gasp as she felt his thumb leave a fiery trail as it slid down the side of her breast, knowing she wanted more, needed to feel his hands and lips on them. Already the need in her breasts was becoming unbearable, the flesh itself heavily swollen and the aching turgid nipples screaming for attention.

Quickly she pulled her body away from his, allowing him the room to reach between them and cup her left breast in his hand. His palm felt like a furnace, the flesh of her breast melting between his fingers the tight swollen nub of her nipple squeezed in the softest of vices and the abrading touch of his thumb as he rolled it between his finger ends. Her cry at the contact was drowned as her mouth found his, renewing the passionate exchange between their lips.

Lizzie felt a flush of emptiness as his caressing hand left her breast, only to be replaced by excitement as she felt his searching fingers urgently attacking the buttons holding her blouse in place. Silently willing him on, raising her arms to allow its removal, she gave out a whimper of satisfaction as she once more felt the hot caress of his hand on her breast, her body afire as she felt his soft mouth kiss and nibble its way down her neck and across her chest his tongue leaving a warm wet trail in its wake. Soft groans of need sighed from her mouth as she raised her body, her breast urgently seeking some release.

Lizzie's body shuddered and she let out a sexually charged wail as her breast and nipple felt the hot wet contact of her brother's demanding mouth. It seemed to her that the whole of her breast was being drawn into him, his tongue swirling around the tight throbbing nipple as it was crushed between his lips. It was all she could do to prevent a scream as she felt his teeth roughly graze the nipples surface, sending jolts of electricity through the whole of her body. Her arms went around his neck, pulling his head to her breast, trying to force the whole of it into the hot sucking wetness of her brother's mouth, emitting a cry as she felt him drawing it into him, voraciously suckling at her flesh.

Suddenly, she felt the desperate need to feel his body against hers, hot flesh on hot flesh, his hardness crushed to the softness of her bosom. Her hands flew to the buttons of his shirt, frantically trying to release them as the need grew greater. In a cry of frustration, she grabbed the collar and ripped the shirt from his body before reaching for him and pulling him once more to the demanding flesh of her breast. Her arms went about him, feeling his hot slippery skin sliding beneath her hands, digging her nails into his body as she felt him take her other breast into his hand and begin to tease the taught nipple as he continued to suckle at the other.

She knew her cries were louder now as her sibling began to move from one breast to the other, sucking and biting on their extremities, sending mini shocks throughout the whole of her body, causing it to writhe against him. She felt him roll her onto her back, his hand on one breast and his mouth at the other. She felt her body rise to the feel of the pressure of his hand sliding in circles, caressing the soft swell of her stomach. The heat in her loins was slowly building, her wetness more noticeable as she felt it on her thighs. His hands were on the securing knot of her sarong, pulling, tugging and finally freeing it, allowing it to fall to her sides, but the cool air did nothing to diminish the fire between her legs.

Her brain was awash with sexual input and his hand was driving her crazy as it caressed first one thigh then another. The pauses as his hand rested on her mound became longer, stoking the fires in her core, releasing the flood of warm, lubricating oils in her passage. His hand was slowly pulling the thong from her thighs and she raised her body to allow its removal, permitting her brother unfettered access to her body, kicking away the thong as she did so.

Lizzie thought she would explode when she felt Peter's hand come to rest on her Mons, cupping the whole of her womanhood between his fingers. She gave out another keening wail as she felt his finger slide between the lips at the entrance of her vagina, searching and finding the small nub of her clitoris, before stroking and rubbing it against her body. She was being overwhelmed by the sensations of her breasts being caressed and suckled whilst that most sensitive of organs was exploding at his touch. She was losing control, her body bucked in response to his administrations, her body drowning in waves of need. Suddenly, she felt her brother's finger pierce her passage, driven though the enveloping folds of her swollen labia and into the hot wet dilated passage of her pussy. In a single moment of clarity, reason invaded.

"Peter, No!" she cried, pushing him from her. "Oh God! No," Yet at the same time, still feeling her body writhe in wanting need, as though mocking her cries. "Please, just a moment."

"You can't stop now" Peter groaned. "You can never be sure you can call a halt until you are almost there, just before sex." He saw his sister staring into his eyes. He could see her need there, a need which more than matched his own. "You need to go to the edge before you can really know for sure." He gasped. He saw the slow nods of his sibling's head as she lay against him her chest heaving whilst she gasped for breath and control.

"Yes" she gasped, "one more time."

Peter smiled to himself, knowing the prize was won. Knowing he would shortly be tasting the fruits of his sibling's body, he once more lowered his lips to her breasts and drew in the hot willing flesh between his teeth. Hearing her wailing cry, he slipped his hand down once more to caress the soft folds of her pussy, his finger seeking and quickly finding the trigger nestling there. Sliding on her lubrication, he slowly began to rub the swollen button, gently rolling it against her body, feeling her body move more urgently against his own, her cries more guttural, more demanding.

His own need was also rising, his penis a rod of steel within the confines of his pants, throbbing and pulsating as the blood coursed through it. The pain of his erection was not eased by the searching hand he now felt take hold of it. The confining material did nothing to lessen the touch of his sister's hand as it slid softly up and down his length accompanied by his sibling's low moans. Her grip tightened around him and then relaxed as she searched for the belt at his waist, her fingers struggling with the buckle in an attempt to free that which she sought.

He heard his sister's moan of disappointment as his hand left her core to free his belt. Quickly the buckle came free followed quickly by his zip, freeing the pressure he had felt. As his hand renewed his clitoral ministrations, he felt that of his sibling slide beneath the waistband of his shorts and grasp the hot pulsing flesh which throbbed between his legs. Her hand felt cool as it wrapped around his length, drawing the skin up the swollen head of his member before drawing it back down again, the smooth rhythm broken as her body jerked to his own caresses.

Peter let his finger slide down to her slippery entrance, feeling her hips rise to meet his probing digit which slipped inside her as his thumb continued his sibling's clitoral stimulation. Probing further, Peter curled his finger and gently stroked his nail over the oily wall of her pussy where he knew her 'special place' had to be. He was swiftly rewarded with his sister's cry, "Oh God, Yessss," and a scrabbling of her hands as she fought to pull down his pants and shorts. Raising his own hips, he allowed Lizzie to drag them to his knees where he was able to kick them from him. Both were now naked, their sweat soaked bodies slipping and sliding against the others as each danced to the others caresses, their genitals engorged by the blood pounding in them sending deep pulsing shocks to the core of their loins.

Both siblings were now on a one way ticket to sexual oblivion, Peter knew he had to possess his sister, had to hear her cry out for him as he thrust himself inside her, dominate and overwhelm her with his body. He also knew that his sibling was beyond the point of no return, no amount of reasoning was going to prevent her willing participation in their coupling. Not satisfied with that, Peter wanted to hear her beg for him, plead for him to make love to her, prove to him that she had indeed lost all of her control.

His sister's legs were now wide open, willingly accepting the probing fingers of her brother. Her own hands were now on his jerking penis, pulling at him, trying to have him mount her and fill her longing emptiness. Her warm oily fluids were running freely, her pubic hair and loins soaked with her own secretions. He could feel his sibling's hands slipping on the length of him, his flesh also slippery with his own pre-cum fluids.

Almost in slow motion, Peter rolled between his sister's thighs as she drew up her knees in ready acceptance of his imminent invasion of her body, her hands still insistently pulling at his member, urging him on. Kneeling between her legs, he raised her hips and laid her thighs upon his own, his stiff member hovering above the dilated glistening entrance to his sibling's pussy. Lizzie once more took hold of his penis and raising her own hips attempted to insert his distended penis inside her, but her brother refused to move leaving her groaning and writhing in frustration.

"What do you want?" Said Peter.

Lizzie knew she had to call a halt to their embraces, she had the conviction and control to do so, but Peter's words were insistent in her ears, would she be able to go to the edge and still be able to stop? Dare she risk being able to call a halt just before they joined their bodies? If she could, that would prove she could never be like her Mother. Not giving a thought to what might happen if she should fail; she acquiesced, and as her body writhed with unfulfilled passion whispered to him, "Yes, one more time."

Her body surged with arousal as she felt her brother once more draw the sensitive flesh of her breast into his mouth, renewing his attack on her tingling nipple, biting and rolling it between his teeth. She felt his hand sinking to her receptive pussy, the searching finger sliding over her clitoris and caressing it, rolling and squeezing it against her own writhing body. She needed more, needed to feel his complete body close to hers, his manhood buried deep inside her. Her searching hands found his throbbing member, holding and squeezing it, feeling it pulsate beneath her touch. Desperately she sought the buckle of his belt and moaned in frustration as she felt his hand leave her pussy; she desperately needed it back, and more.

She could not hold back the deep sigh as his hand returned to her centre and resumed its caresses. Swiftly she reached beneath the waistband of her brother's shorts, searching for and finding his tumescent length, her hand closing around it and feeling its pulsing heat. This was what she sought, what she needed to feel inside her, its throbbing whole plumbing her depths his warmth between her loins.

Lizzie could not withhold the scream as she felt his finger slide inside her, seeking and finding her G spot. His finger dragged across the roof of her passage flooding her body with spasms of erotic impulse as his thumb continued to stroke and rub he clitoris. Her total sensory input was almost overwhelming, her body bucked, seeking to have more of his finger inside her, more of everything. Her hands tore at his pants until her hands found his exposed penis. Quickly she wrapped its girth and began to slide up along its length, stretching the soft warm skin and feeling the heat of the bulbous swollen head. His body was like a furnace against her own, his sweat soaked skin slid against hers parting with a soft sigh. She needed to be covered by him, be enveloped by his body, be invaded by his swollen manhood which she now held in both hands. Urgently she pulled at him, her hands slipping on the oily surface, her legs opening in acceptance and invitation. Her body needed completion, needed to be joined with that of her sibling's whilst they made love.

She felt his body move against her own as she pulled him to her, her legs opening even wider as she drew up her knees to open herself to him. She felt his hands on her hips, raising her up whilst he knelt between her legs. Her body bucked against him, her hands pulling at him, it was so close now, her hunger about to be eased. She felt it! Felt the heat of his swollen helmet against her wet dilated lips, now at last! Then she felt his hands on her thighs, holding her down and preventing her from raising her body to meet his much needed invasion. Her body had a mind of its own as it writhed and rolled beneath that of her brother, his words did not make sense; didn't he know she needed him? Needed to feel his hot lance inside her, filling her to the brim and pounding out her release... "What do you want?"

Desperately she tried to overcome her overwhelming need, re-focusing her eyes as her own hand found her clitoris and began to stimulate it. "What do you mean?" she groaned, "I need you inside me now." She could now see him hovering above her, his face filled with lust yet strangely smiling.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, watching his sister writhe below him her hips pinned to the bed.

"Make love to me, Fuck me. Oh God I need you inside me right now."

"But I'm your brother; you want your brother to fuck you?"

Lizzie groaned with unfulfilled desire, she knew she was lost and could no longer control things. Her greatest fear was about to take place, she knew she was about to have incestuous sex with her brother, it didn't matter, in fact; her body demanded it, as did her mind. "Peter, I need you to fuck me now. Please, I must have you inside me." She cried.

He had won but was not going to make it easy for her. Stretching out his legs and placing his hands either side of her shoulders he remained raised, his throbbing pole still held in his sister's hand pointing directly to her pussy. Looking into her eyes he said, "Take it," and watched as the dawn of recognition reflected there. He felt her grip him tightly and with a whimper she began to raise her hips. Looking down he could see her slide the bloated head of his dick between the wet slippery lips of her Mons, coating it in her juices. He felt her wet heat and the smooth slippery feel of her flesh as her labia parted and she pushed herself onto the top part of his engorged penis, a pause as her muscles relaxed and his ridged head slipped inside her accompanied by a gasp from his sibling. Holding her hips still, he felt her hands reach around for his buttocks, holding him, he felt her slightly lower her hips allowing the head of his penis to slide back to her entrance then heard her grunt as she slammed her hips up to meet his own, impaling herself on his full length.

Peter gasped himself as he felt the head of his prick force an entry into her centre, felt the ridges of her hot slippery passage rub across his length as he plumbed her depths. Her loins met his own with a loud slap of wet flesh on wet flesh, their pubic bones colliding as the head of his penis scraped across her cervix meeting the back wall of her tunnel.

His sister screamed, "God yes!".

Her legs came up around his waist squeezing him in a vice like grip as her internal walls convulsed around his probe. Unable to support the sudden weight of his sister, Peter collapsed to the bed, his own weight hammering his steel rod even deeper into his sibling, eliciting a loud scream before her arms joined her legs in forming a vise like grip around his body.

His sister's grip was powerful and Peter could do nothing other than grind his loins into those of his sibling. Lizzie followed his lead and writhed below him not allowing an inch of withdrawal and rotating her sucking passage around his inflated penis, pubic bone grinding against pubic bone as though their genitals had been welded, one to the other. Her pussy felt like a suction pump around his knob, squeezing and sucking at him, pulsating along his length. His grunts were matched by those of his sister as their hips rolled and crushed against each other. Rivulets of sweat ran from their bodies, pooling between them and providing the lubrication needed for their bodies to slide freely against the others.

His sister's grunts became more frequent as her loins rolled and bucked against his own, each grunt separated by a keening wail which became louder and louder. Her cunt began to spasm around his length, its grip becoming stronger and stronger with each contraction; her lubricating fluids ran freely between them. Her arms and legs tightened around his body, crushing the root of his cock against her clitoris as she ground out her need.

"Oh Christ I'm coming!" she cried, clasping his buttocks and pulling his hips to hers. Peter felt her explode, heard her piercing scream as her body thrust and jerked against him, her pussy in hot wet convulsions around his pulsing penis, her internal walls squeezing him almost to the point of pain as her orgasm wracked her body and a flood of her warm urine bathed both of their genitals.

Peter waited for his sister to relax her grip whilst she lay gasping below him, ready to continue his assault on her body in order to seek his own release. But his sibling showed no sign of letting go, and as she slowly regained her breath, her hips resumed the close grinding of their loins. "More," she moaned, "Fuck me some more."

Lizzie's body was driving her crazy with its need, why wasn't he fucking her? He must know how desperately she needed him inside her, she craved to feel his rod spear her and pound her into orgasm and she needed it now. Taking a firm grip of his penis, she let out a whimper as she raised her hips and began to rub the distorted head of his cock along her labia, coating it in her own oily slickness. Slowly she raised her hips further and almost died with ecstasy as she felt the swollen head of his penis distend her wet portal as she forced herself onto him. Her hands sought his buttocks and gripping tightly, she allowed her hips to fall a small way, pausing, and then, with a loud grunt of passion she hurled her loins at her siblings, impaling her wet, slippery hole on his hot rod. She screamed as she felt his engorged girth force a passage to her core, felt the head of his penis at the mouth of her cervix before it crashed into the back wall of her cunt, stretching almost beyond belief. Her vagina involuntarily clamped around the invader, squeezing and holding it as electric shocks travelled through the whole of her body. She would not let it leave; quickly she wrapped her legs about him, holding him to her, maintaining the fullness inside her.