Twins Share Everything

The teens' kiss stretched on for several minutes, long enough and then some for Casey to be left rock hard by the time they pulled apart. There were no words to describe how enthusiastic he was for what came next, and upon getting a single shaky nod from his partner it felt like there wasn't a force in all the world that could have held the long-frustrated virgin back. As eager as he was to get at Amira's breasts, though, all the lessons Casey had learned from years spent studying this or that video and gossiping with those of his friends who claimed (with various levels of credibility) to have already 'gotten some tail' seemed to evaporate from his mind now that the moment of truth had arrived. In their absence it took at least half a minute, to say nothing of more than a little help from Amira herself, before he had his childhood friend free of her blouse. Once that flimsy heap of black cloth finally dangled loosely from one hand, though, he was free to let his triumphant eyes dance across the girl's exposed flesh. No more of her was visible than he had seen dozens, perhaps hundreds, of times before at the pool or the beach, but context had a funny way of making it seem he was looking at something that had never existed before in all of human history.

The last barrier left between Casey and his stunning friend's glorious breasts was nothing more than a skimpy black bra which looked so alike the top he had just removed from her that they might have been part of a matching set. Did tops and bras come as matching sets? The teen couldn't say, and at the moment he couldn't have cared less, either. Wasting no time on questions for another, less monumental day, he casually tossed the garment hanging from one hand aside and got to work instead on the sole hurdle which yet lay between himself and fulfilling many a frustrated night's wistful fantasy.

Unfortunately, Amira's bra proved a challenge even greater than that of her blouse. And by no small margin, at that. Indeed, Casey's inept fumbling with the seemingly arcane clasp hidden away behind his partner's back drew on for so long that the giggling teen beneath him eventually felt the need to free herself from his grasp and guide his hands away so that she could undo it herself. Suddenly blushing just as fiercely as she was, the flustered virgin was left as nothing more than a mere spectator while his impossibly sexy friend, in the span of no more than a few seconds, gracefully undid the same magical lock which had so confounded him, shrugged the straps of her bra past her shoulders, and then pulled that lacy undergarment off her body in a single fluid motion.

So enthralled was Casey by his first real-world glimpse of a woman's breasts, and what a magnificent pair had his childhood friend been blessed with, that he scarcely even noticed her carry the bra which had been struggling to contain them over to the edge of his sister's bed and unceremoniously drop it to the floor. As fascinatingly taboo as that scrap of satin and lace might have seemed in any number of other contexts, when juxtaposed with the glorious mounds it supported nothing could have been less worthy of attention. Instead, the awestruck teen slowly reached down to take hold of Amira's tits. Even spread as wide as they would go, however, his outstretched fingers struggled to contain those bountiful globes of silky-soft flesh which suddenly lay bare before him.

At the feeling of someone other than herself taking a firm hold of her unshielded tits for what Casey imagined must have been the first time, the teen's newfound paramour gave a breathy little gasp of trepidation. Soon, though, she was arching her back to present for inspection those same breasts which had long attracted more male fascination by far than she had ever known how to handle. Though he would later be ashamed to admit it, the awestruck virgin was so enamored with Amira's breasts that it was several minutes before he so much as glanced up at her face. Instead he spent that time kneading at the girl's supple flesh, mashing her voluptuous tits against one another, rolling their pointy little nipples under his thumbs, and working his way through the rest of that extensive checklist which every teenage boy yearned to complete once finally granted a chance to play with the most tantalizingly visible of a woman's many wondrous charms.

By the time the overeager virgin had at last satisfied his craving to explore the many mysteries of a girl's breasts, Amira was little more than a quivering wreck beneath him. When the couple's eyes finally met once more and Casey let his hands drift down the trembling girl's sides to her waist she offered her longtime friend a faint smile and a single rather jerky nod of her head in answer to his unspoken question. With approval thus secured, the teen forged ahead with all the subtlety of a drunken rhino. Ridding himself of his own clothes proved a far swifter and more graceful procedure than Casey's attempts at stripping his partner had been, and soon enough he was wearing even less than she. It was with no small amount of pride that no sooner had it come into view than he caught Amira staring every bit as intently at the shaft swinging between his legs as he had at the first sight of her breasts.

Once free of his pants and boxers, Casey wasted no time in rejoining his newfound partner on the bed where she still lay. Rather than straddling her waist once more, though, he instead took up a position between her stocking-clad knees. The thighs above were slow to part in making way for him, but judging by how enthusiastic Amira had been up until that moment, how eagerly she had responded to his initial fumblings, and how hard her teeth were clenched around her lips, Casey was confident that such hesitation stemmed from anxiety rather than any second thoughts about what was soon to happen. Thus, rather than wait for the sultry teen to muster the necessary resolve on her own, a prospect for which he had not nearly enough patience, the teen decided to reach out and plant one hand atop each of her thighs where he could gently massage the smooth, dark flesh which peeked out from beneath her knee-length skirt.

Flashing his longtime friend and, he hoped, newfound girlfriend as reassuring a smile as he could, Casey forged ahead with what seemed the natural next step in their encounter. After years spent imagining and yearning for those forbidden treasures which every last observer knew lurked beneath the tantalizingly flimsy veil of a girl's skirt, the excitement of finally being allowed to take hold of one and flip it up was so electric the impatient virgin could feel what seemed like every hair on his forearms start to lift. It was such a simple act, yet one he had fantasized about on so many occasions that acting it out seemed almost like a scene out of a dream. Never had Casey felt more alive than he did in that moment as inch after inch of shapely, nubile thigh came into view, an excitement which only grew when that sight gave way to the first hint of his friend's modest black knickers.

As Casey pushed that brand new skirt up to her hips, Amira hesitantly lifted herself an inch or two off her best friend's bed, just far enough for the girl's brother to slide the underside of that garment up until it would be left trapped beneath her back. When he did so and then straightened back up, the sight which awaited her first lover was glorious beyond measure. Perhaps eight inches of tender, honey-tan flesh stretched between the top of the teen's silk stockings and the bottom of her plain satin panties, a pair Casey imagined had been chosen to preserve her modesty in the case of any skirt-related mishaps as they hardly rivaled the rest of her outfit by way of ornamentation. Fancy they may not have been, but like her stockings that scrap of jet black cloth served as a perfect compliment to the girl's dark hair and sandy complexion.

Making sure to lock eyes with his partner once more before taking any further liberties, Casey received another curt nod which could only be interpreted as a sign of her continued approval. That said, the girl looked anything but comfortable with how the opening act of their entanglement was going. Had he not known better, the teen would have thought Amira's breath had stopped altogether and her teeth were digging so harshly into her lower lip that he wondered whether they would soon draw blood. Still, permission was permission and he had waited far too long for just such a moment to see it snatched from him by any last minute hesitation. So, unwilling to waste any more time, the overeager virgin reached up, slipped a pair of fingers beneath the elastic waistband of his partner's knickers, and dragged them down her taut thighs.

It took nothing short of a miracle for Casey to stop himself drooling as his childhood friend's final scrap of modestly gave way and her immaculately groomed snatch came into view inch by perfect inch. Her slit was less subtle than many of those he had been fortunate enough to witness thanks to the wonders of growing up in the digital age, instead sporting thick lips which distinctly invoked the mythical imagery of a camel's toe. Well, one's foot at least. Or hoof? Whatever it was camels had. At the moment Casey couldn't have cared less about the finer details of camel anatomy or human idioms, not when he was staring at a perfectly inviting, visibly drenched, clean-shaven pussy. Whether such an unobstructed view was Amira's norm or a special preparation for a special night he didn't know, but it was a glorious sight all the same.

Rather than give up his spot between Amira's legs, Casey instead opted to heft them up and over his shoulders as he worked the girl's panties the rest of the way off. Such a position made that self-appointed task utterly trivial and soon she was as naked as he was, save only for a dark pair of stockings which the delighted teen had no intentions whatsoever of removing. Deciding that he liked the way his prospective girlfriend looked with her long, lean legs high in the air, Casey declined to release them from where they rested against his shoulders as he shimmied his way up his sister's bed towards the ultimate prize awaiting him where they joined. A few moments later and he was in position, his heartrate seeming to triple as he lined himself up with the girl's waiting slit.

The presence of his cock at the threshold of Amira's body was enough to send a shiver of nervous excitement rippling up and down Casey's arms and legs, but it seemed to be having an even more intense effect on the sultry teen beneath him. His childhood friend's breathing had accelerated to such a pace and her eyes gone so wide that, despite how very long he had dreamed of finding himself in such a position, the teen simply couldn't bring himself to seal the deal. Instead, kicking himself as his rampant shaft slid pointlessly across the surface of his partner's cleft, he redirected his attention up towards the girl's face.

Laid back as she was with her feet high in the air, her fists clutching tight to his sister's bedsheets, and an almost pained grimace on her face, Amira looked more like she was bracing herself for some kind of collision than preparing to enjoy her first time. In another context the girl's posture might have seemed amusing, but given the monumental step they were each taking it struck her newfound lover as anything but that. So, as much as the thought of coming within millimeters of losing his virginity only to squander the opportunity at the last moment felt tantamount to torture, in the moment of truth Casey's concern for his longtime friend triumphed over the furious howling of his most primal instincts, if only by the slimmest of margins. "Are you... okay, Mir?" he tentatively asked, the huskiness of his own voice betraying just how nervous he was himself. "Do you... want to stop?"

"No!" The girl practically yipped, her voice higher in pitch than Casey had ever it heard before. At the same time, and much to his surprise, her hips rocked towards him in an apparent effort to draw his shaft into her body. "Please just... gentle..." Amira managed to stammer out before the power of speech seemed to escape her entirely.

"I promise," Casey swore, nodding in what he hoped was a sufficiently somber manner and trying not to grin too widely. Fortunately, some part of that exchange must have soothed his friend's rampant nerves at least a little as a moment later the sultry teen closed her eyes, let her head roll back, and seemed to gain at least a little tighter of a handle on her strained breathing. Much of that recovery was squandered a few heartbeats later when Casey returned the crown of his cock to Amira's entrance, but he no longer felt any need to delay what had long seemed both the most important and least achievable milestone of his young life. After bracing himself with one last deep breath as a virgin, the teen threw himself forward with all the force he could muster.

Amira's eyes flew open once more and she gave a mighty howl of pain as her first lover forced his way inside her virgin sheath, shredding the teen's maidenhead with all the grace of an avalanche. "AIIIIEEE!!!" she squealed, her legs going rigid against Casey's shoulders and her body clenching down around his shaft like a vice. Her cry was matched by one of his own, though the latter was more akin to a bellow of triumph than the wailing of a damned soul. "Gentle!" The wounded girl reminded her inexperienced bedmate a moment later, her hands reaching down to brace against the careless boy's hips in what could only be an instinctive defense against any more unexpected assaults.

"Sorry..." Casey blushed as he witnessed the pained look his carelessness had brought to Amira's gorgeous face. Suitably chastised, he tempered his next effort so sharply that it brought him barely half as far into her body as the first had. The response it elicited from his partner was more amenable, though, or at least less accusatory, so that was the effort he tried to emulate moving forwards.

It was awkward at first, but soon enough the two inexperienced teens had settled into something of a routine. First, Casey would pull back an utterly unpredictable distance as Amira watched, occasionally retreating so far he withdrew himself entirely and had to get lined up once more. Next, the girl would close her eyes and whimper as he pushed himself an equally inconsistent distance back in. Then, after a moment or two's pause, she would open her eyes once more and give a timid little nod as approval for the cycle to start all over again.

That unsteady rhythm lasted right up until the moment Casey decided it was well past time he reacquainted himself with his newfound girlfriend's soft lips. Waiting to make his move until Amira had just closed her eyes, the grinning teen was rewarded for his patience with an adorable little squeak as he leaned forward to plant a hungry kiss onto his lover's mouth. For all her surprise, though, the sultry girl returned his gesture without even the slightest hint of hesitation. For the first time since well before Casey had entered her, Amira even released one hand's tight grip on his sister's bedsheets to instead wrap the attached arm tight around his back.

Feeling a girl, and a damn fine one at that, moan into his mouth as he thrust himself into her welcoming pussy proved to be even more delightful a sensation than Casey had anticipated, so much so that he very nearly shot his load right then and there. Only by mustering the full might of his willpower, clenching what felt like every muscle in his body, and digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands was the trembling teen able to prevent himself from falling prey to a humiliatingly early climax. Once that immediate threat had passed, he opted to let his body fall still and instead focused the full weight of his attention of Amira's upper lips while his overstimulated nerves cooled down as best they were able. For the next few minutes Casey took things slowly, delivering only the occasional languid thrust into his new partner's tight pussy. Instead, he devoted himself to exploring that sacred temple which was her body in search of every last nook or cranny within which a new wonder might await.

Considering just how many of his infinite fantasies had revolved around savagely pounding into a helplessly whimpering girl like some kind of barbarian, Casey was rather surprised to learn that making love might actually be every bit as enjoyable as fucking. In particular, the fascinated teen just adored how Amira cooed when he slid one of his hands beneath her back and worked it down to where it could knead at her magnificent ass, though the way her womanhood clenched down around his shaft each time he gave a gentle nibble on one of her lips was only marginally less delightful. Those discoveries were but two among many, though, with more than enough still waiting to keep the curious teen occupied all night long. Eventually, after enough time had passed, all the nervous energy which had so recently radiated from each of the young lovers like light from a star faded away. In its place remained nothing more or less than a level of simple comfort and contentment such as Casey had never felt before.

As the evening dragged on, it became quite challenging for the increasingly weary teen to say just how long he and Amira had spent in bed. Cassie had long since stopped keeping a true clock in her room, and Casey couldn't quite tell whether time seemed to have leapt forward or frozen entirely as he luxuriated in his first lover's embrace. As untold minutes or hours ticked by, though, the occasional bumps, thuds, and cheers rising up from the party downstairs grew more scarce and short bursts of light coming through the bedroom window suggested that the dozen or more cars which had descended on his home earlier that evening were beginning to thin out. As such, it must have been well into the small hours of the morning before the nascent couple's first night together drew to its natural conclusion.

At some point along the way, the young lovers had managed to work themselves into an entirely new position. Rather than laying atop Amira and gazing down at her, a position which had eventually become exhausting to maintain, Casey had somehow wound up behind the dark-haired girl's back as they lay together beneath his sister's quilt. So aligned, he had been free for some time to curl an arm around his partner's chest and grasp at one of those perfect breasts which so fascinated him. Each time the gratified teen gave that glorious half-globe a little squeeze or took a moment to roll its dark nipple beneath his thumb, his nubile bedmate rewarded him, consciously or otherwise, by grinding her ample rump back against his groin and clenching her core around his manhood. So, too, did she respond whenever he leaned in and delivered an affectionate nibble upon her vulnerable neck.

It was one such reward, no more intense than any other but accompanied by an adorably pitiful little moan, which at last sent Casey tumbling past the point of no return. Whether because of how drowsy the late hour had left him or how distracted he was by the many delightful possibilities his partner's body presented, the satiated teen's release seemed to strike him from out of nowhere. Caught with scarcely a second to react, were it not for the haze of bliss clouding his every thought Casey might have felt like a prisoner within his own body when his muscles suddenly tensed and he heard himself begin to groan. Two, perhaps three heartbeats later and his cock was already twitching, the vanguard of his climax instantly eclipsed when a natural rush greater by far than that of any drug swept over him as for the first time his seed was spent where it might actually take root.