The Other Twin Ch. 02

All right, here it is (finally)! I don't rehash much, so if you haven't read part one, you should give it a glance to see how we got here.

All characters are 18, this is a work of fiction, etc.

This is an incest story, so if that bothers you, feel free to skip it.

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Kimmy's lips were on mine again, wet and warm, sweet with saliva, gloriously bitter with the last of Daddy's cum. My mouth was swollen and sensitive where she sucked, where her tongue played; every kiss made me hungry for another. How had I waited so long?

Our kissing was slower than it had been, not as desperate, but deep as always. The bed, soft under me, creaked and shifted as our dad moved closer. But it was only when he toyed with my hair that I pulled back, gasping for breath, and looked at him.

The fire in his eyes sent my heart fluttering in my chest. I clenched inside, in anticipation. "I love you girls," he said, his voice hungry. I must have glowed as I turned to Kimmy; her expression was the same as mine had to be. With a playful growl, I tackled Daddy, shoving him back on the bed, and mashed my mouth against his. Kim was seconds behind, tittering as she pushed her tongue between our lips. Soon our tongues were dueling, mine and Kim's and Daddy's. he didn't seem to mind that, only a moment ago, our mouths had been full of his seed.

He was hard against my stomach, his bulging girth just begging for attention. He still hadn't been inside me, not properly, not the way I ached for him to be. I meant to change that. But I had other plans for what to do with him, and with Kim, first. Pulling back, I gripped his member at its root and stroked. I watched his face twisting in pleasure, before starting down.

Slowly, I licked along its magnificent length, drawing a groan from him. I sucked the head into my mouth, reveling in the earthy taste of precum and the hitch in his breathing as I worked his shaft with both hands. Kimmy, following my lead, contented herself with sucking his balls between her lips, working them one by one. I welcomed him in my mouth as best I could, bobbing on his throbbing length.

My whole body ached from where he'd taken me, from his fingers, his cock. But tasting him again made me even hungrier to have him inside. I wanted to straddle him, slide him into my pleading pussy, ride him until he filled me with his sperm. Instead, I reluctantly pulled up and off, sucking hard along the way. Then I slapped the head against my cheek, ignoring the streak of saliva and precum I left there.

Kim joined me; with a shared smile, we brought our lips together around his prick, working him with our tongues. The room filled with our moans and low laughter, with the distinctive pops and slurps of a cock being eagerly worked. Drops oozed from his tip like honey, and Kim and I fought over them. Daddy groaned again, deeper, more desperately, and I took that as my signal to move on. Holding him still in my hand so Kimmy could suck the mushroom between her lips, I grinned up at Daddy and lowered my mouth to Kim's neck.

The sound she made around him, a soft coo of surrender, was heaven, and I found myself lingering there, breathing, kissing, licking, sucking, from jaw to collar. I savored the salt of her sweat, her breathless moan as I sucked her skin between my lips. My hands moved down, down between her legs, sliding along toned smoothness of inner thigh. Leaving one hand down there between her legs to draw lines on silken softness, I brought the other to her womanhood. It was swollen, wet, open. It seemed as hungry for me as I was for it.

I squeezed her leg as I moved my mouth lower, following the ridge of her collar with my tongue before continuing down. My hands pushed against her moistness as I teased her breasts for the first time. My mouth was glued on the indescribable buttermilk softness of her, lapping up the sweat of her cleavage. Daddy sighed above us; Kim must have stepped up her game.

I took the fullness of her nipple into my mouth, sliding a finger between the lips of her pussy and into her. Muffled, indecipherable cries were my reward. As my finger explored her molten insides, my mind spun with the knowledge that this was Kimmy. Forbidden. Perverted. My sister was a puddle in my hands, soft and slick and steamy, clasping deep inside.

I'd thought about this before. I could admit it now. in the deep darkness of my room at night, when my fingers could only get me so far, I had let myself dream of this moment. In the morning, when I couldn't meet her eyes over breakfast, I told myself that my mind had simply wandered, that the shape that consumed my thoughts in orgasmic bliss didn't belong to her. Shame made me a liar. But there were no more lies, not anymore.

As I teased my teeth around her hardened nipple, I burst with gratefulness for catching them together. I had never before dared to harbor hopes for this moment. Halfway through a breath, she choked a cry, and I slipped another finger into her warmth. Then, popping my mouth off her tit, I said, "I want you to come, Kimmy. Come for me. But not yet."

Her eyes met mine over Daddy's cock. Twinkling with that ever-present mischief, smoldering with a lust I thrilled to see. She kept watching as I licked downward, down the bottom of pleasure-swollen breasts, down the inches where skin and lean muscles rounded ribs, down taut stomach and past her little navel. I toyed with the well-trimmed fur of her, just over her mound. I was thankful we didn't have to waste time getting her naked, that she'd been that way before I even knew she was watching.

How could Daddy have ever mistaken me for her? Was I that good an actress? Fifteen pounds might not seem like much, but when it's all tits and ass and tummy, it's easy to notice. Kimmy was lean and muscled in a way I could never be, all power in grace. I was downright pudgy in comparison.

Then her scent hit my nose, and all those questions died in the fires of my need. My need to feel her writhe under my lips, my need to taste her bliss on my tongue. So wrong. I wanted it more than anything. And lying there, spread open for me, she was my fondest dream. I used my fingers to pull apart her lips, fascinated at how similar we were, little inner lips that had swollen to peek out from the almost nonexistent outer. Pink hole stretched open, gaping, glistening. Glistening. For me.

Without a thought for the teasing I had originally intended, I swooped down and drank her juices, claiming her in a way that was personal, primal, irreversible. She squirmed beneath my tongue, but I hardly noticed.

She tasted like a feast tastes to a starving woman. Her flavor exploded on my tongue and making me realize that I'd been hungry for her for months, seeing and smelling, but never ever allowed to taste. I hesitated for an instant, torn over the classic question. Do I savor? Or do I glut? My answer arrived with another swooping mouthful. Glut now. There would be time for savoring later.

Kimmy had been on a health kick for years. It meant salads and fruits were always stocked in the fridge. It also meant that I was the chef for me and Daddy. She always teased me about our disgusting diet. It'll kill you, she said. How're you gonna get a boyfriend when you're big as a whale? I hadn't been able to hear her over the sound of burgers being awesome. If she had she told me healthy eating would turn my wetness to ambrosia, I would've been right there with her. Apples, lettuce, carrots.

And cucumbers. Can't forget those.

Her gasping cries sounded surprised, but I was only doing what my body demanded, what my brain called for, what my tongue entreated. Sweet and tangy and not salty so much as musky, she was the reason men made jokes about peaches. Her juices dribbled down my chin, but I couldn't stop licking and sucking, my tongue plunging further in search of more. All the while, I watched and felt and listened for spots that made her gush. I wanted it all. If the only way to get it was a little at a time, that was fine with me.

Her clit, peeking when I'd first come calling, now stood in swollen pride, waiting for my touch. "Missy," my sister crooned, rubbing her face on the angry red manhood of our father, "Please. I'm so close..." Her hips were making delightful rocking motions. Begging. I smiled, lifted my face, replaced my mouth with my hands. I met those smoldering eyes, blowing hot breaths on her pink pleasure nub, cupping her wetness again.

"Ready, Kimmy?" I laughed, my voice thick with my desire. Before she could answer, I shoved three fingers inside of her, pushing at her inner tightness, and sealed my mouth over her clit.

"Oh, Go—" Her voice hitched mid-cry as her whole body jerked. I was flooded with her, juices pushing out between my fingers, slicking my chin. I pressed my tongue along that hardened button, pulling at it with my lips, and found a relentless rhythm with my fingers, doing my best to drive her crazy.

It worked; I could feel her muscles squeezing helplessly around my digits, like her whole body was pressing on me, drawing me deeper. Loving me. She wriggled under me, delighting me with her panting howls. Then I found a little bundle of nerves inside her that made her go rigid, breath caught in her throat. I worked it mercilessly, until her muscles quivered along her toned legs, until sweat made a sheen on her skin and her howls were ragged and desperate. Daddy's cock was prisoner to her writhing, grasping fingers. He smiled down at her, at me, urging us on with the burning in his eyes.

Minutes passed in the heat of her muff, the tangy bliss of pleasing her.

Kimmy's face was twisted with feral need. She'd come once, and her writhing on my hand had an eagerness that said she was good for another. I wouldn't disappoint her. Applying almost enough pressure to bruise, my tongue pulsed against her clit. My fingers moved in smooth strokes. She was close, so close I could feel it in her, could feel her lean form straining for that precipice. I laughed again, pulling back, stilling my fingers in her.

"Hey Kim," I said, blowing more hot breaths. Enough to keep her there, but not nearly enough to take her across.

"What?" she whined back. Her hips writhed, trying to fuck against my hand. I didn't let them. Daddy watched on silently, petting Kimmy's hair.

"Wanna do this again sometime?"

Her whole body made a slow arch, enticing me to continue. I resisted. "Uh-huh," she panted, "just please, please..."

"When?" I asked, turning my fingers inside her. She groaned wordlessly. "Like tomorrow?" I swiped my tongue against her nub, and she jerked in silent pleading. "And the next day?" Lick, flinch. "And the day after that?"

"Yes, yes!" Her voice was raw and trembling. Slowly, my fingers slid across her tightness, up the front. Searching. "Every-fucking-day, Missy, just let me come!"

"Found it! With a grin, I pulled my hand down and out, ignoring her broken protests. Daddy had done it to me, I reasoned, pressing four fingers against her swollen entrance. And my fingers weren't nearly as big as his. "Forever," I demanded, and she wailed her agreement. My mouth moved down.

Her clit was in my mouth, beneath my strumming tongue, as I shoved my fingers inside, stretching her. The sound she made then was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard. It rebounded off the walls, sent shivers of pleasure along my spine and into my soul. But it was nothing compared to her scream when I found those spongy ridges in her, fingers curled to claim them. I wasn't gentle.

She shook like a leaf in a hurricane never could, writhing at my taking. I was sure I'd hurt her, bruise her, break her, but she just clenched and rocked and sang shrill songs of love. The dampness I'd known before had been a trickle; she gushed on my hand, my chin, my neck, giving me more than I could ever lap up. Her pleasure stretched from one minute to another; when she finally collapsed, twitching like I'd short-circuited her, she was laughing. I blew on her abused clit one last time, caressing her inside as I withdrew.

Haggardly, she spread her arms for me, and I took the invitation with glee. "I love you," she whispered, throat hoarse from her shrieking. "I love you, I love you." I answered her with my lips.

A moment later, I felt Daddy's fingers sliding on my slit. Looking back, I saw him watching my ass as if he couldn't believe he'd been in there. I couldn't, either. His swollen, throbbing prick seemed at least a yard long. I quivered as his fingertips brushed my clit on a down stroke. My ass stull burned from him. I might be able to sit down without hurting, but not much more than that.

"Don't even think about it," I warned, trying to sound stern. The wiggle my butt gave might have ruined the effect. "That's not the hole you get, right now." God, I sounded like the girl in that porno, cheap, wonton. But it's how I felt.

Daddy smiled at me, a grin that was all man, a grin that made my insides roil. Then he crawled closer, close to my arched ass, and replaced the hand on my slit with his manhood. Pleasure glowed in me as he slid it up past my pussy, almost to my ass, and back down, rubbing my clit with his head.

"I know," Kimmy sighed, her hands latching onto my breasts. Her tongue played with my ear, and I shivered. "When he pushed into you, you sounded like he was tearing you apart. I'm not sure I'll ever be brave enough to let him—" She cut off abruptly, but it was too late.

"What did you just say?" It was like she'd said it in another language, one I hadn't quite learned to speak. "What do you mean, you'll never let him? I only let him because you let him!" The pressure of Daddy against me was unbearable, and I squirmed under him.

My sister pushed her head into my neck, hiding her face. She squeezed my tender tits too tightly, pulling a yelp from me before I could stop it. "I did something bad, Missy," she admitted, sounding like she was about to laugh.

"What did you—" The pressure against my entrance was more insistent. Before I could tell him to stop, he pushed inside in one long, slow thrust. I melted bonelessly into my sister's arms. He was so deep in me, stretching, but I was more than ready. It was the smooth, slick fullness of great sex, almost too much. Better than all my fantasies. Would it be like this every time? He was so hot, so hard, so good. Gritting my teeth, I pulled back so I could look her in the eyes. "What—did—you—do?"

She was flushed red to her chest, her face shining with new sweat. Her eyes burned into mine. "It's your own fault, Missy. Your password was 'Team Louis'? That's not as clever as you think."

For a moment, the cold chill along my neck swallowed the warmth of Daddy's plundering. A short moment. "You didn't." She nodded, looking down to where her hands had started teasing my breasts again, teasing the little hard pebbles of my nipples. She didn't seem about to laugh now. I felt violated. And not just by the molten steel of our father's member. "God, Kim. I can't believe you."

Daddy pushed into me hard, rocking us both, making me moan despite myself. Breathless, he said, "It's my fault, baby." His lips found my neck, giving me little kisses. "You were acting so odd the last couple weeks. I asked Kim if she could snoop a little."

I swiped my hand over sweaty hair, sweeping back my bangs, and threw Daddy a disapproving look. It was hard to stay mad at him, though, when he was stroking so deep inside me, so good. Pleasure was a knot drawing tighter in me, tighter with each stroke. "Who gave you permission to speak?" I said, wiggling my hips, shifting him inside, making him scrape against my walls. He took the hint, gripping my hips and sitting up to grind me harder. Turning back to Kimmy, I asked, "Is that how it happened? You guys were worried?"

My sister watched me back, not moving or speaking. We both rocked under the force of our father's fucking—I had to clench my teeth to hold back the growing waves of pleasure—but she was still other than that.

"I'm sorry," she said again, and blinked quick blinks. Was she about to cry? I should be the one crying! "I did the snooping on my own, months ago."

I stared at my sister, arching my back for Daddy's invasion but refusing to meet his thrusts. The slapping sounds of him against me were almost more than I could take. My juices overflowed their banks to dribble down my thighs. That knot was too tight to stand, still pulling in my stomach, pulling me closer.

"Why, Kim?" I finally managed, panting.

She writhed beneath me, refusing to look at me. Using both hands to pin her arms to the bed, I lowered my head until our foreheads touched. More gently, I repeated the question, and her eyes me mine, shining with tears that trickled with her next blink.

"Because I missed you."

Moans were rising in my throat. There was nothing I could do to stop them. I could feel it growing in me, warm, sweetness almost to pain. "I hadn't gone anywhere."

"Yes you had!" She was really crying. Daddy was oblivious to our whispered conversation, pounding me always deeper, always harder, driving to his own release. "All the sudden, you didn't want to watch movies or listen to music, or even eat! Not with me. It's not fair, Missy! I didn't even know what I did wrong!"

My orgasm was creeping up inside, up from my stomach and down through my thighs. There was no stopping it, not now. And I didn't want to. I met Kimmy's teary eyes, and only knew one answer. My lips locked onto hers, our tongues dueling. When I pulled back for air, I put my lips to her ear, slipping my hand down between us until her pussy was hot under my hand. Still wet, still swollen, still wanting.

Slipping three fingers into her, I breathed, "I'm not going anywhere now."

Her eyes glowed beneath me, lighting her face with a shine all their own. Her lips parted to give a small sigh, and something in her eased. She was slick and clasping around my fingers, the same as before, but now her hands kneaded my breasts, and Daddy had his cock buried in my own wet, wanting pussy. The world was right.

I looked back over my shoulder, meeting Daddy's next thrust with a primal grunt, welcoming the scorching hardness into my deepest reaches. I timed my thrusting fingers with Daddy's joining.

"I'm close," he groaned, clutching my hips tight enough to hurt.

"Not yet, not yet," I panted, body trembling in those first painful heaves. That knot was so tight, now, hot and bursting and tearing me apart.

Kimmy and I were a mass of tangled limbs. I don't know how she managed it, but suddenly her fingers slid over my slick, swollen slit. I jumped at the contact, a cry pulling free as I felt her touch me. The sudden pressure of her palm on my throbbing clit was indescribable. But it was nothing to the reality of her fingers along my hole, feeling where Daddy and I were one. It was too much, too good.

I don't know what I said as the knot exploded inside, flooding my every muscle, my every nerve, with pleasure. I know it came in long, loud cries that Kimmy tried to smother with kisses. My body jerked and quivered, a helpless bundle under that ecstasy. My head spun an sank with it, washed clean of thought or care. I writhed. Then Daddy slammed deep in me, so deep, his explosion joining with the one ringing through me.

After how long we'd teased him, how long he'd waited, he felt like a fire hose. Spurt after burning spurt coated my insides, sending spiraling deeper into the joy of being joined. Finally it cascaded in my head, and I collapsed, comatose, atop my sister. My nerve endings sighed with me, tingling in the aftermath. My pussy clenched weakly around Daddy's shrinking member, milking the last of him, seeming the only muscles anywhere near working.