Meeting the Birth Mother, Part III - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part III

I had a twin sister. A wave of chills ran over me.

I had always felt like something was missing, like a part of me wasn’t there. I attributed it to my being adopted and thought it would disappear when I met my adopted family.

I had never suspected that I had a twin.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, once I found my voice again.

“I was going to,” my mother said, “but I haven’t had a chance yet. You’ve only been off the plane less than 36 hours and you’ve already had sex with me what, four times, five? And you’ve given Cora the work-over too.”

“Tell me about my sister. Where is she? Who is she?”

“Her name is Sheena. She is going to school about an hour away. I gave her up when I gave you up. I wanted the two of you to be adopted to the same home, but once you give a child up for adoption you lose all control over their fate. I didn’t find out until Sheena contacted me a year before you that you were in different homes.”

“Has she every been here? Does she know she has a twin brother? Have you slept with her too?”

“No, she hasn’t been here yet. Yes, she knows about you. I was going to have her over and introduce you. And no, since I haven’t met her face-to-face yet, I haven’t had sex with her. I don’t even know her proclivities. I won’t force myself on anyone.”

“Didn’t stop you from eating me out,” Cora added.

“You wanted his cock. You could have walked away,” my mom said.

Cora smiled but didn’t say anything.

“I need to meet her,” I ...

... said.

“We can call her tomorrow.”

* * *

I waited anxiously in the front window of my mom’s house, willing Sheena’s car to appear. Cora silently watched me pace back and forth like a caged tiger. She seemed to share some of my anxiety about the cousin she had heard of but never met.

She pulled me down to the couch and gave me a hug. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

“I know, I’m just nervous.”

A car with a young woman inside pulled up in front. I couldn’t see her very well in the glare from the sun. I opened the front door and walked out as the woman got out of the car.

This, clearly, was Sheena, my twin sister.

Her basic frame was similar to mine, scrawny and tiny. Her face was a feminine version of mine. She wore a light colored sundress that tried to de-accentuate her bust, but failed. She had a chest that was obviously our mother’s – big and round. I think it was even bigger than our mother’s. She had a tiny but adorable ass under a skinny waist.

We locked eyes and approached each other. Cora stood in the door and watched, and my mother appeared behind her.

There was no “hello”, or other greeting, we simply collapsed into each other’s arms. As soon as we touched I immediately knew everything she was thinking. I knew that she was just as bewildered, overwhelmed, and confused as I was. I knew that she felt the same connection, as if two halves had just come together. And I knew that she was feeling a strange form of arousal.

Cora approached as we ...