Twins Fuck on a Hot Summer Day

"God Eric, that's so lovely."

I hummed in response, letting my delight in tasting my sister speak for itself.

"You look so perfect on your knees," she whispered, lidded eyes staring blissfully. Her fingers clutched my hair and found little grip in the short strands. Needless to say, she didn't need to force me in further; I was all too willing to give her my all.

"You're so good, I love this."

This wasn't the first time I'd eaten her out; we'd spent many hours doing exactly this, before we'd become ready to have actual sex. I was certainly not a natural. Together, we'd learned, and were still learning. Everything in me made me want to make her feel that same pleasure she gave me when she went down on me, or when she stroked me off, or when she simply held my hand. I'd grown accustomed to her form, knowing just the right ways to empty her breath into heartfelt moans.

I brought my tongue down again, giving her clit a break and exploring elsewhere. Her entrance was leaking, divinely open, and I couldn't help but poke at it, letting the sweat and musky taste coat my tongue. I forced in the flexible organ as far as I could reach it, toying with her hole before sliding back up, licking between her labia and her puffy mound. After giving both sides of her the same treatment, I returned to her entrance, then traveled back up to her clit again, and stayed there, suckling and forcing her to fill the house with her moans.

In between her staggered songs of pleasure, she mumbled something about using my fingers. Normally I'd wait a bit before doing that plus tongue, but her impatience was making itself known. And so I complied, sliding a hand to her entrance, gently prodding along, letting her know I was there. I pushed in, only my middle finger for now, ever so slowly creeping into her as I continued to tongue her clit.

"Another," she murmured. I took a mouth break.

"Excited today, hm?" I placed a light kiss on her clit.

"Just the heat. Do it." she seemed abashed, more so than usual when I ate her out. I decided to prod her clit with my tongue instead of prodding her mind with questions. Later would be the time for questions, now was the time for her.

Another finger, this time my ring finger, went inside, joining my middle finger. She stifled a moan at the penetration and the subsequent slide into her. Her hold in my scalp tightened, and she let out a choked exhale of pleasure. While gently and purposefully tonguing out her clit, I slid my fingers up into her, then dragged them, hard, against the spongy, sensitive textures, making sure that every part of her depths felt their presence. My hand was soaked in her arousal, and the smell provoked a heat in me that overpowered any fierce ray the sun could have shone. Knowing it'd make things easier later, I pulled my finger out of her and used both hands to hoist her on the counter, pushing her up and getting her seated by the sink. She let out a disappointed grumble at losing my attention, but her delight rapidly returned as I got back to work without delay.

"F-faster, baby." She stammered out, grasp in my hair tight. I increased the pace of my hand, letting my finger shoot high, up, and as deep as I could reach, all the while pressing down on her walls on the descent. Squelching and wet sounds filled the echoey kitchen, and they were rapidly followed by my sister's escalating moans. Her hips bucked into my face, trying to accelerate the passing of each knuckle in and out of her body

"Fucking don't stop." She groaned out, desperate.

I kept going, hand muscles sore but without a care at all for my pain, only for her pleasure. Noelle was close, and I'd do anything to get her to the edge and very well over it. And finally, with my mouth firmly secured to her, sucking while my tongue roughly twirled and massaged her clit, her muscles clenched around my fingers and she reached her peak, cumming with her brother's face in between her thighs.

She threw her head back, and for a few seconds she was entirely silent, body quivering and shaking in a breath absent swell. Below, her muscles spasmed, and her grip pushing me into her frame was impossible to push against (not that I would have tried). The squirting began, a sweet flow of hot that flooded around my lips, some running into my mouth, most running down my shirt, dripping through the fabric and soaking my cock.

The first sounds that broke from her lips were light squeaks, before shaky breaths released unsteady yet powerful moans. Even while she came, I continued my work below, not relenting for a second. It came to the point where the wall behind her was all that was supporting her quaking form, and I kept her blubbering and faltering frame pinned with my head and hand, letting her cum flow and her body release. Minor aftershocks followed, but neither of us would last forever.

Slowly, I had to stop, and as the seconds passed, my rapid pumping became weaker, just as her moans faltered into whimpers, then heated breaths. My fingers stayed inside, but I stopped moving them, letting them stay still, lightly fluttering them back and forth. All along my hand I ached, but the flushed cheeks and dilated eyes that watched from above made it all worth it. Her fingers gently sifted through my hair, stroking me softly. My lips left her clit, ending the suckling. I repositioned lower, fastening my mouth around her entrance, and gently wiping away her arousal and what remained of her cum. Both of our eyes stayed locked together, both with messy hair, messy minds, but love distinctly between us.

Slowly, the hand that held my hair slid down to my chin, and she brought me up. I separated my lips from her with a distinct pop, and she groaned at the sensitivity, before I sealed her open mouth with a kiss. It was soft, slow, sensual; containing as much passion as the last 10 minutes, yet with a fraction of the speed and violence. She tasted herself on me, cleaning my lips of her cum, and I pulled her closer, grabbing her nude waist. Even with the disturbing heat filling the air, I'd never felt more comfortable, holding her with aching knees, aching fingers, and an aching tongue. Her lips left mine, our kiss finally broken, and she rested her head against my brow, while tracing patterns in my back with her fingers.

"You're precious," she croaked. Her voice was hoarse, and I couldn't help but laugh. She choked, and joined me, a crooked giggle that flushed up my insides in a flurry before she brought us back together for another soft kiss.

"Mhmm," I hummed back, and then passed her the water bottle. Gratefully, she took it, taking a long and hard chug of the cool water. Sweat was collecting on her neck, sticking her hair to the slippery skin. My own body had likewise responded to the heat, and I could feel its attempts to cool itself dripping down arm and leg. Her cheeks were lovely and flush, a clear blotch even against her olive skin. She looked at me when she had her fill, catching me watching, and instead of just giving the bottle to me, she placed it below my lips, tipping the rim into my mouth.

"Tap me when."

I drank and gave her her own opportunity to watch me, carefully swallowing as she gently adjusted the flow for me. I tapped her thigh, and she removed the bottle, screwing it shut and putting it to the side. We kissed again, lips now cool and the both of us hydrated, though otherwise still dreadfully hot. The kisses ended quickly, and we settled into a hug. simply content to hold one another.

We stayed like that, absent of speech or thought, enjoying our togetherness. The minutes passed. Something, though, interrupted my aimless wondering. Slowly, I felt her right hand shift, sliding down my back and around my thigh. It settled around a part of me that'd been stuck hard since she'd decorated my face with her cum.

"I'd really like you to fuck me, Eric." She whispered, apparently not yet sated. Her lithe fingers circled my cockhead, slowly playing with the red crown.

I laughed, something light and free and hardly loud enough to shake my body. I couldn't help it; I was happy, though surprised at her crass words. She met my reaction with a giggle of her own, flashing me a radiant smile.

"I want to ride you, baby. Sofa?" She clarified while coaxing a slow drop of precum out of me.

"I'd carry you, but my knees are dead."

"Let's walk together then, hm? Help me down?"

I did as she asked, and slowly pulled her by the waist. Unfortunately for my cock, she stopped stroking it. Fortunately for my heart, she took hold of my forearms, cutely trusting me to lead her off the hard material. Her legs easily found the ground, though it was a little slippery from her cum. I kept her steady, listening as her little toes padded on the wet floor.

"Oops," she mumbled, blushing at her mess. I kissed her lips again and handed her a towel. We quickly wiped down our feet, and when we were both done, I took her hands in mine, and closed in on her, kissing her. She ground up against me, letting her still clothed belly massage my shaft. It was time for all the clothes to go. My hands traveled under her tank top, and she enthusiastically helped me take off the last bit of flimsy fabric before she worked my own shirt of me. Her pony tail had come loose, and her shoulder length hair complimented that face I so adored. A moment of just admiring each other passed, flustered cheeks and lustful eyes staring at equally attractive chest and waist. That ended quick; we were on each other again within seconds, grabbing and desperate as if we'd only just found each other after years of separation.

Somehow, we made it to the couch, the both of us totally nude. She pushed me on the firm cushions, my butt landing, my spine meeting the back rest and my breath leaving me in an oof. To that, she gave me giggles, before climbing on top of me and straddling me. Her spread legs traveled up mine, knees reaching above my waist, butt landing up to my thigh. The couch wasn't very wide, so her feet hung off the edge of cushion. She nestled her cleft right against my cock, pinning my pained hardness between her soaked folds and my toned belly. Slowly, she rose up, grabbing my shaft with one hand to bring it up to her.

"Do you want your sister to ride you, Eric?" she teased, though she was struggling to compose herself as she played with my cock. Her grasp rubbed it against her entrance, then pushing it forward to grind my tip against her clit. I didn't answer, mind clouded and distracted by the attention and wetness she was already giving me. Not that I was alone in that regard; her voice was unsteady, clear that just the feeling of my hardness grinding against her arousal was pleasure enough to affect her.

"Want your twin sister to drain your balls with her pussy? Is that what you want, baby?"

"Yes, I want it.." I murmured out, straining to push my hips higher, hands tense on her knees. She expected it, and rose away, smiling coquettishly at my lust.

"You want what?"

What a tease.

"I want my twin sister to fuck herself on my cock."

"Perfect," She practically moaned that word, finally lining me up, nestling my cockhead right against the constant heat of her entrance before lowering herself. I watched.

Her entrance stretched around my impending shape, easily giving passage to a familiar and very welcome guest. My cockhead quickly disappeared, red crown swallowed greedily by her impatient descent. The gradually filling pleasure pushed an elongated moan out of her, eyes closed and mouth agape in distracted delight. It felt extraordinary, a wonderful bliss that continued as I traveled higher and higher into her. Pops and sparks of pleasure shook through, jutting into me and through my core. Within, all was surrounded and enmeshed by a thick and soaking warmth; dripping and heating and clenching and titillating every nerve that dwelled in me. The rest of my shaft was readily engulfed, only slowing down at the end of my length, where I got wider at the base, only stopping once I was truly, completely inside her, when her split mounds kissed my base and our trimmed pubes tickled wet skin. Her drawn out moan ended when she finally took all of me, when her butt touched my thigh and she brought her mouth down to mine, sealing our sounds of ecstasy together.

I interrupted our kissing, and she went for my neck, sending shivers down my spine with her sucks and nibbles.

"You're so tight, bee."

"Can't help it baby, you're fuckin big." Our lips rejoined, tongues intertwining and fighting for control.

She circled her waist, gently grinding and stirring me inside her, sending more of those mind melting sparks into my core. I felt myself throb inside her, expanding and embracing further the slick walls that surrounded. From the way she clutched me and moaned into my mouth, she must have felt the same. She slid back up, eyes staring right into mine. Her hands were on the sides

"God, your cock feels amazing." She emphasized her words with more grinding, lightly twisting and shifting her hips with my shaft buried in her. Her breasts shook as she swayed her body, hair dragging and gasps arising, entire body involved in our passion.

"You look so fucking hot, bee. So fucking pretty."

"I'm going to fuck the daylights out of you, baby."

"I'll love every second of it. I love you, bee."

"I love you too, baby, so much." She'd started forcing her tongue into my mouth by the time she'd said the last two words, so I wasn't quite sure what she'd said exactly. We both moaned into each other as she shifted her hips upwards, pulling and sliding the surface of my shaft, making the hard ridge of my cockhead drag against the walls of her insides. She didn't pull out far; getting me about halfway exposed to the hot air before plunging back down, firmly planting her ass on my thigh and sticking my cock into her depths. The same motion was repeated multiple times; minor ascents and descents, kissing me all the while.

After several moments, she ended our kissing, and we focused only on the sex. Not leaning down meant she could get a better angle and she wouldn't need to worry about head butting me when she wanted to go faster. And go faster she did. Moaning all the while, she sped up, not only angling her hips more, but also bouncing with her knees, bobbing up and down and landing with a wet and slippery ferocity. The room was full of our echoey fucking, mutual songs of ecstasy seeping from the two of us with the sliding and smacking of our skin laying the beat.

"You're so wet, so tight."

"Only for you baby, god I love when you throb." She answered back. Unconsciously, I throbbed right then, and her delighted giggle quickly morphed into a back arching moan. I doubled down and pushed upwards, raising my hip into her and forcing a gasp from her lungs. Biting her lip, she looked down with heated eyes and sped up her efforts, shaking the springy couch.

More than once per second, she moved my shaft through almost the entirety of her embrace, enveloping me from cockhead to base with fluid, practiced movements. She was working hard for this; her hair was disheveled, sticking to neck and flying about; there was sweat glistening on her body, adding a sheen to her olive skin; and hard gasps flew out of her toned frame, sending her generous bust bobbing in the air. I grabbed a hanging breast, and she gasped, a sound out of rhythm with her thrusting. She smiled at me, open mouth bending at the sides to signal her appreciation.

"Feels... so good, baby. Fuck the heat, I could fuck you forever." Her voice was high, mixed within desperate breaths and quickly replaced by her frequent moans. I throbbed at her words, and to her delight pinched her nipple, fingers lightly rubbing at the hardened skin. She was wet from sweat, and it was clear even on her breast. I was surely the same, I could feel the mess all over my body.

"Yes baby, yes. Fuck your brother's cock. You're so perfect, love." I spurred her on, though I could feel in myself that I was getting closer to the edge. "I'm almost there, I'm gonna cum so hard in you." Her moans deepened with those words, and I could feel her almost going faster, eagerly shaping herself around my shaft. I thrusted up into her, meeting her descents with my own force, powering in and out of her.

"I'm so close too. I want you to cum in me. Cum in your sister, baby, please." She grabbed the hand that I'd secured on her waist and interlaced my fingers into it. Her other hand went to her occupied breast, and she did the same there too. Those brilliantly piercing eyes were lidded, staring directly into mine from atop her quivering and bouncing form. Our eye contact would only end when the pleasure was too much, when eyes simply had to close, or heads had to tense away from the shock. Her jaw was loose and open in a constant barrage of sound, though I was much the same. We were connected, gazes locked together, bodies deathly hot together, hands intertwined and sex constant and passionate. And so we stayed, as I felt her second orgasm of the day start to flow out.

"Oh fuck Eric, I'm cumming baby, oh fucking god."

She rode it on, continuing to urge herself hard and steadfast into a heart stopping climax. Animalistic and driven by instinct more than thought, she enveloped me again and again, my cockhead sliding deep into her and dragging along every inch of her pulsating warmth. The rest of her body seized up, hands clutching mine ferociously and voice quaking and begging my name, babbling curses. I wanted to add to her vocal pleasure, but I was losing my focus. Within her depths, her walls tightened, and there was nothing I could do not to join her, cumming deep into her wild form.

The pleasure of my climax was incomparable to the steady sparks and shots of ecstasy that came before. Like underwater explosions, muted and rippling out from my core, I felt every single spurt as I emptied my balls into her, my sister, who was desperately holding on to my hands as she rode her orgasm on my cum pumping cock. I painted her insides white, my mess traveling the entire length of her clenching warmth and spilling out her entrance as she pumped and swirled my mess with her bouncing. It leaked out from her lower lips, spilling over my balls, and mixing with the arousal that already decorated both of our thighs. The pulsing tightness contested with the slick and slippery movements, straining our motions but nonetheless pulling every drop of my seed out and flowing within her quivering insides. Both of us were lost in our bodies, slaves to the mind shattering consequences of our affair.

When the last spurt of my cum shot out of me, I was hardly conscious, not even noticing that she'd laid down on me. Sweat covered our skin, and our only movements were the rising and falling of both of our chests, panting and dry mouths desperate for oxygen.

Slowly, heavy breaths became silent rumblings, before both our bodies stilled, stuck in a disturbingly hot and moist embrace, yet still more comfortable than we could have imagined. I could almost feel the soft pull of sleep take me away, before she spoke, gentle voice soft on my ear.

"I love you," she whispered. Those words rendered me, exploding my heart into a ball of fluff and feathers, every particle falling and tickling my chest as they fell and settled.

"I love you too," I croaked, dry voice raspy. It sounded more like sanding wood than speaking, but it made her giggle, which brought only happiness to my core. I wrapped my arms around her, and she nestled into my embrace, snuggled and ignorant to the biting heat. I'd never felt safer, never felt more loved.