Twin Tonic

Finally, when he was so deep inside that his crotch hairs were tickling my crack, I couldn't hold back any longer and felt and heard myself moan.

"...there's my pretty girl," dad whispered but then he pulled out half way and rammed in again and I gasped, my mind seemed to tilt, and for I don't know how long after that all I could think about was how good it felt to have that big fat thing sliding and thrusting in and out of my squeezing, quivering ass.

It just filled me so totally!

With everything that had happened and all I'd seen and done and felt, it seemed to me that somehow my ass-hole and my rectum—everything back there—was connected to my prick. Everything felt warm and squeezing and flowing and joined at the root and the more that big thing plunged in and out of me, the more it felt like I was eventually going to spurt. I didn't know how since the only thing touching my dick was the rough fabric of the couch cushion, but it was like a growing pressure inside and I knew it was going to happen.

Soon.

But that was when the fucking slowed down and suddenly came to a stop. I came out of the trance I'd been in and tried to think back, wondering if dad had cum in me and I'd missed it somehow. With the way my ass seemed to radiate warmth and that melted rubbery feeling that had spread all through that whole area between my hips, I didn't know if I would've even known it if he'd cum, but then he was pulling his dick out of me and it felt like he was taking some deep down secret part of me with it. I didn't want it to go. I didn't want to feel empty again, but then it was out and I realized that dad was breathing hard behind me.

"...gotta take a break sweet-cheeks...." dad panted. "Just why not stretch out so I can stare at that cute ass of yours and them sexy legs...."

I nodded but was so on the edge I couldn't have spoken even if I'd wanted to. Dad got to his feet and started toward the kitchen and I was left feeling so empty, so unfulfilled that I wanted to cry. But just as I turned from watching dad wobbling over to the kitchen I happened to look up past the back of the couch and saw Rona standing there in the shadows peeking over at me. Her eyes widened and her expression was fierce, almost scary.

With her eyes and her expression and the angry, silent movement of her mouth she quickly asked What the HELL are you doing? I shrugged, glancing over at dad. He was squatting down behind the open fridge door getting something and couldn't see or hear what was going on.

I mouthed What do you mean? but Rona's eyes just got bigger and angrier looking. She stepped forward, glanced over to check that dad was still busy, then came up close.

"I mean, what the hell do you think you're doing Ronnie?" she hissed like a snake.

"I'm saving you." I hissed back. "I'm taking your place so dad doesn't keep on—"

That's when it started to hit me. I looked at my sister, still fuming as she took a couple of steps back toward the hall, glaring at me like some kind of demon, and was about to get up and let her go on doing what she'd been doing when dad called out "You want something, pretty-feet? Still got that leftover chicken and biscuits. Maybe a soda?"

Rona had melted back into the shadows of the corner of the hall and I was sure now that she was some kind of demon or supernatural being from how quick she'd moved, but dad was waiting for an answer so I quickly flopped lengthwise on my front on the couch—pulling my dick and balls upwards and out of the way—and looked up at him.

"No I'm fine daddy!" I said, and dad smiled and waved a drumstick at me as he got to his feet. As he started back I was reminded how identical my sister and I sounded because dad hadn't even blinked when I'd spoken up.

When he was back he had me lift my legs so he could sit on that side of the couch then lower them across his lap. And as he ate with one hand and watched the silent TV, his other hand was gently stroking and caressing the backs of my legs. It was the same as with my bung-hole experience; it had felt great touching myself—my own legs—but having someone else do it—it was beyond ticklish or sensitive; it was bordering on orgasmic. I didn't know what would happen but it really felt like if dad kept touching my legs like that I was going to spurt right between the seat cushions and my abdomen! The shivering pleasure was almost unbearable but then dad leaned over to put his plate and chicken bones on the coffee table, sat back and then took my left foot in both his hands and raised it up. The next thing I knew he was actually sucking on my toes and I buried my face in the cushion as I gasped and moaned uncontrollably from how delicious it felt. The sound just came out of me and I couldn't help it, but dad just chuckled to himself.

"Your mother...used...to...like...this...." he whispered between slurping sucks and it was agonizing how good it felt! "I wonder if that bitch-whore lesbian lover she has knows how to do it...." I was clawing at the fabric of the cushions, trying not to scream, but it felt so unbelievable I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

At first I'd had a little bit of pride in the fact that I'd taken my sister's place without dad knowing it. Then I'd felt happier about myself when I'd learned that something else besides what I'd assumed had been going on between dad and Rona; it was almost like stealing some trophy from her. But now I wished I'd gotten off the couch when I'd had the chance because I was so close to gushing it wasn't fun anymore! It felt like there was a direct line from my foot to my crotch and every sizzling wave that shot up my leg went right there and made my prick harden all over again. Then dad was setting my leg down and taking up the other, and as he did, he turned toward me more, kissing my foot as he held it pointing at the ceiling with one hand while running his other up and down my calf. It was almost as if he were trying to jerk my leg off. I wouldn't have been surprised if cum started squirting out the ends of my toes at that moment because it felt like my leg had become an oversized cock, but it was worse now because dad was leaning forward a little and I could feel his own cock touching and bumping and rubbing against my knee! I put my hands over my face and groaned as the pleasure built up beyond what I knew I could withstand, and then just like that, dad stopped sucking my toes and just held his face against my foot.

"...gawd you smell so sweet, girl...." he sighed, and when he lowered my leg I breathed in and out, trying to settle down. But everything felt so hot and tight and ready to explode that I knew I still might cum just from the left over tingles that were racing through me. I wanted it to stop, to slow down, but I also wanted it to keep going—forever. Suddenly I envied girls, women, females in that they could cum multiple times and still be ready for more. At that point I felt that even if I came right then and there I'd be ready for more, but knew this wonderful pressure and presence I was feeling deep inside me would be gone—at least for awhile. I'd let dad screw me all day and all night if he wanted to though, or if he wanted to just run his hands all over my body that would be fine too. I didn't care about my own pleasure anymore, just giving pleasure (or having dad take his pleasure from me) and continue feeling what I was feeling—that incredible build-up and yearning and desire.

Dad just sat back there doing nothing and part of me was really glad for the break. I turned my head to look back at him but he was just sitting there staring blankly at the TV. Then he slowly turned his head and looked at me.

"...you know all that shit I said last night?" he said really softly. "All that crap 'bout your mother and her bein' a whore-lezzy and all? Well...I'm not as drunk as I was last night and...I been thinkin' and...well, I'm...sorry I said all that shit about her, okay? And then you coming by minding yer own business me yelling at you and telling me off and takin' me on and saying for me to show you how much of a man I was, like I was goin' on about. All that shit; all that about her needin' a real man to do it, and then you just strippin' down raw and tellin' me to prove it—well, like I said, I'm...sorry I said that 'bout her. But...I'm...not sorry about...this...."

Dad waved his hand round and round, back and forth between himself and me, showing me he meant this—he and I being naked on the couch together. I didn't know what to say or if I should say anything. I'd never heard him talk like this before and I couldn't help but stare and listen for more.

"Between us, I mean." he went on. "I'm...happy how things turned out, and, well, I was hopin' it still wasn't just you daring me anymore. I...didn't know things were gonna turn out like this, you know? I passed out last night so things didn't really get going—except for me finding out what a fine young beauty you turned into—but all that's happened this mornin'; it's...still okay with you? I never had to pay for pussy, but I never had to force it from anyone either. That's part of bein' a man too, you know baby-cheeks?"

I nodded.

"So I gotta go take a piss," dad continued. "That ice water I had a little bit ago run right through me. But that's good, you know? Haven't been this sober for months now, and...I really don't mind being sober if something like you's there for me. That's all I'm sayin'. If you don't want things to go on, just have your clothes on by the time I get back from the bathroom. Like I said, I never forced myself on no one, never paid for pussy, but don't want you doin' me no favors or giving me a pity-fuck or nothing like that, okay?"

I nodded again and dad got up and trundled off toward the hall. I don't know how or when she did it, but when I looked at where Rona had been standing, she simply wasn't there when dad got to the hall. Then her head popped up from behind the easy chair on the other side of the room and gave me a start.

A demon, like I said before.

When we heard the bathroom door close, my sister came hurrying up and knelt right by me. Her eyes were all glossy, and her throat looked about as taut and tight as mine felt. For a moment we just looked into each other's eyes and I wasn't mad or jealous or worried or even shocked at her anymore. I knew what had happened and what hadn't; why she'd been so bitchy when I'd helped her up after that first night.

"I just felt so ashamed," she whispered, leaning close. "I mean...I'd dared my own father to do it to me to prove how manly he was! And he would've if he hadn't passed out. But...for me to do that?"

"And here I was trying to rescue you from him." I whispered back, and Rona smiled and a tear ran down her face. She nodded.

"My hero," she said, almost laughing. "A knight in shining armor...."

"I got no armor as you can see," I said, and now we were both almost laughing. "And...dad thinks I'm you, so how 'knightly' can I be?"

"Okay..." my sister said. "You're my pretty, sexy-legged heroine, alright? And by the way, how fucking dare you look as good as me?"

We had to bury our faces in our hands to stifle the laughter. Then we caught ourselves and hushed each other.

"...I'd give up all my good looks if I could feel things the way you do...." I told Rona, and she leaned even closer.

"...from what I saw and heard," she whispered even more softly, "You were feeling just the same kinds of things I was—especially when daddy started touching my legs. He never got so far as he did with you—that's why I'm jealous and will hate you forever—but you were just a total girl with him so I don't think you have to give up anything. Gawd, you even smell pretty. Next time you want to impersonate me though...use the same body-splash so we smell the same too, okay?"

Our faces were so close I could feel her warmth against my skin and when I inhaled I caught the perfume of her body-splash and her own sweet, feminine scent. I pushed up halfway, turning toward her and then, just as if it had always happened and always would, we kissed.

It wasn't the kind of kiss Rona and I have ever exchanged before. This wasn't just a quick little peck like when I met her at that train station after her recent two-week holiday, or when I'd gotten my driving license or even the cheek kissing we sometimes did during holidays. This was a full-on mouth-to-mouth kiss with our lips pressing hard and urgently and it went on and on and seemed never to end until we both finally had to take a breath. When we pulled back we stared at each other in complete disbelief because I couldn't get my mind around not only how much I loved my twin, but how much I wanted her—sexually. In that one single moment we had somehow transformed and changed from being brother and sister to being potential lovers, and as we continued to stare into each other's eyes I knew that I would love nothing more than to be with this incredibly beautiful woman and to touch her where brothers and sisters normally do not even think about touching each other, and to do things to her that would make her cry out in pleasure and sexual release as she had never cried out before.

We kissed again and this time I felt my sister's tongue and reached my own tongue out to touch it. For a long, breathless moment there was nothing in the world except feeling my tongue moving and writhing against Rona's but then things seemed to slide and drift sideways in consciousness and move in slow motion and suddenly she was up on the couch with me, both of us sitting as we continued to kiss. Our hands seemed to move on their own now and I touched her boobs and her arms and shoulders and belly, and her hands moved the same way, caressing those same places on me. She touched and explored my hairless chest and brushed over my nipples. There was always hair around my nipples but when she realized that I'd shaved even there and how smooth everything really was, Rona's lips suddenly slid down from mine and fastened themselves around my left nipple.

It was a shock how wonderful that felt. I gasped as pleasure seemed to zigzag outward from my nipple and radiate all through my whole body. I leaned back, my chest lifting and heaving outward, feeling sparks flying through my insides. Right after shaving I'd touched myself but it was nothing like the way my twin was enjoying them right then. I couldn't believe how sensitive I was there and when she switched to the other one I fought to stay upright. Leaning back on my hands I held my chest out to her as she went on sucking and licking and kissing, going back and forth from one nipple to the other. I opened my eyes and peeked, amazed and turned-on at the sight of her pretty mouth flitting almost frantically back and forth, her cheeks hollow from the suction and an anxious gasp or sigh escaping her lips every now and then. Then her tongue lashed out and my arm instinctively lifted up, giving her my smoothly shaved armpit; it was an instinct I didn't know I had but the compulsion was to offer her anything and everything she desired; even this. But then she was licking me there—occasionally returning to my nipples—and sending such shivering waves of pleasure all through me that it hard to withstand!

Finally I caught myself, forcing my mind to work, and as Rona went on sucking and licking, I turned and moved around under her until I could get to her chest too. I sucked her left nipple and her chest rose in a gasp and then her own mouth was planted on my left nipple and was doing the same thing to me. When I leaned across to her other boob she let her lips trail across my chest until my right nipple was against her mouth and we went on like that, back and forth, sucking on each other until neither of us could catch our breath.

Then that hazy, floating moment faded a little and my sister's hand was on my thigh, moving inward, searching for my cock. I'd already stuffed it down between my legs so there was nothing to grab on to but when her fingers found the V-shaped patch I'd left on my crotch they began to trace the shape and touch and play with the hairs until she came back to herself and looked at what she'd found. Her eyes were shining when she looked up at me and then her hands went down my thighs, around to my ass, and without even blinking Rona said "....damn it—you are so incredibly girl it's not even funny!"

And then, in a smooth, graceful motion Rona leaned back away from me, got her legs entwined with mine, scooted up and up till her pussy was mashed against my balls and then grinned right at me as she took hold of one of my legs. Strangely it felt as if I'd done this before—just as it had felt like we'd always kissed as lovers—and the next thing I knew I was lifting and dropping and rubbing my crotch against Rona's swollen pussy as she countered with the same kind of motion. I pressed harder against her, my cock and balls now out in front, wagging and flopping away, and right there, behind my sac and in front of my bung-hole, that area where a pussy would be had I been born female, was where I pressed against my sister's slick, hot cunt. Grabbing her leg to me I held on for leverage and then everything faded and blurred into a long moment of frenzied rubbing and gasping and moaning. I started to understand how it must feel when two women do this same thing because though I'm sure I wasn't feeling things just as a woman would, that inner sense we both shared gave me a pretty good idea of what Rona was feeling.

Everything seemed to take on a new level of intensity after that. As I held onto her leg I suddenly felt the urge to kiss it—her knee, because it was closest. At that point it seemed like anything and everything was allowed—nothing was taboo anymore—and the moment after I started doing it, Rona was doing it right back to me. It felt so good I was making an almost whimpering sound as I kissed and licked her leg, and every time Rona would orgasm her body would shudder and jerk and I'd feel a shiver go right up through me too. It was beyond excitement, beyond anything I'd imagined since readying myself to 'rescue my sister' and as the moments slipped by and everything down where our bodies rubbed together got slicker and slicker, the sense of no longer being what I'd been before grew stronger and stronger.

It was a strange/wonderful feeling though; like transforming into something else. Not really like someone else, because I still knew who I was, but it was more like this other side of me that was becoming stronger, more dominant; a part of me that had always been there but had not been given the chance to show itself. But being with Rona like this, not as a guy but as another girl made that same feminine side of me come out to the front even more strongly than when dad had been doing it to me. I thought about at as I ground and rubbed against my sister's beautiful snatch; it wasn't about pretending or even having a dick up inside you. It was about that certain center of your being or something. That was the place where I now felt almost equal with my sister, almost the same as her, but that sensation or impression kept getting shocked with impressions and feelings that I knew were coming directly from Rona.

Then I felt Rona's lips brushing the top of my foot and a wave of warmth and excitement moved up my leg and seemed to pour into my groin. When I repaid her by kissing her foot she gasped and that put a smile on my face.

There was no way I was going to let her get the better of me!

But then things drifted and images blurred and moved, and when I could think clearly again—or as clearly as could be expected—I was laying on my back, still on the couch, but with my legs raised and spread and Rona laying between them, her upper body supported by her arms, but her lower half pressing down and pushing against me; her weight and all her urgency centered on her pussy-bone and her pussy-bone centered right on my "pussy"; my cock and balls flapping and bumping on my belly as she bumped and ground down hard between my legs. I could feel her moist bush hairs sliding wetly against that spot where she had a vagina and I didn't, and it felt so good I wished I'd actually been born female at that point. I opened my eyes and looked up into her pretty face and she was grinning down at me. She had this twinkle in her eye and her grin was a little wicked.