Twins Apart Ch. 1

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After his laughter subsided, Shane settled on his bed and reached for the porn magazine that started the whole fiasco. To think a girl like Shaunny who was almost eighteen being all flustered from the sight of a porn magazine was intriguing. Or perhaps of his package? He chuckled. With looks like hers, surely she could not still be a virgin. Shane himself have had his a fair share of girls. He had even slept with the lawyer's daughter. Thank God she didn't went crying to daddy telling him exactly what had happened or else William Masterson would have throttled him to death let alone chaperoned him across the Atlantic. He tossed the magazine carelessly on the floor and smiled as he remembered the shade of crimson Shaunny had turned. His twin sister definitely would have to let her hair down. At the rate she was going she was paving her way to the nunnery.

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It was an hour since she was in Shane's room. Yet her skin still burned with an unknown desire. She felt alive and wild. She could almost feel his breath on her skin again. Her breast ached with a need and her nipples were standing erected under her spaghetti top. Every time she though of Shane and his wet state her breathing turned shallow. She looked up from the book she was trying to read. It was hopeless. Her thoughts were only on Shane. She felt guilty because Shane was her brother, her own twin brother. Her thoughts were wanton and lustful. She couldn't control them. No, she didn't want to control them because they made her feel alive.

She remembered his short curly blonde hair matted from the shower. The way his hand gracefully reached up and raked it. She shuddered. And his eyes, they way they were always so intense when they looked at her. It felt as though his gaze seared right into her soul. She sat on her chair and contemplated. Her nipples ached and her body burned. She was definitely sexually stimulated. She sighed and succumbed to react in whatever way that could release her sexual tension. Shaunny slipped out of her top. Her nipples were definitely erected. She touched them gently in their aroused state and it felt sinfully good. She closed her eyes and imagined that Shane was touching her. Rubbing her nipples with the pads of his long sculpted fingers. She then started to move her fingertips in a larger circular motion until she was cupping her own breast and softly moaning in pleasure. She felt slick and moist at the juncture of her thighs and she was aware that her thongs were soaked. Shaunny leaned farther back into her chair and began undoing the fly to her denim cut-offs. She pushed her shorts down her ass and touched her own cunt. Her thongs were soaked through and through. With her left hand still pinching and tweaking her nipples, she started massaging her cunt through her thongs with her right hand. She bit her lip in order not to cry out loud Shane's name in pleasure and continued to massage her cunt ardour. How would she feel if Shane fingered her? Feeling strangely exhilarated by the thought she slipped a finger into her swollen and dripping cunt. She slowly moved her finger in. She gasped with pleasure. She never knew that she could ever feel this way. It was as though she was standing at the edge of a precipice and would fall over the edge any minute. She slowly started withdrawing her finger out and continued inserting it again with more vigour. She then inserted another finger and felt herself stretching to accommodate the new intrusion. She spread her legs wider apart and started to thrust her fingers in and out of her cunt. This time she moaned out loud without a care if Shane could her. In fact, she wanted Shane to hear her.

Her hips began to rock to its own rhythm as it matched the thrusts of her fingers. She wanted so much to feel more. She was gasping for breath when all of a sudden the walls of her cunt contracted and she felt herself free falling into the crevice of the ravine. Her body arched upright as she violently shuddered to her first orgasm as it overtook her body. Shaunny moaned loudly in pleasure. It was more than an average audible moan and she knew Shane would definitely hear her. She fell back onto her chair and tried to catch her ragged breath. She was all sweaty and slick from her own juices. No one had told her an orgasm was so pleasurable and so sinfully exquisite. And if Shane had heard her last moan, so be it. It was after all his fault she had touched herself the way she did...