Twins Share Everything - Sex Stories

Twins Share Everything

... remember his dreams past the first few moments of wakefulness. He wasn't, though, so by the time his newfound lover had finished elbowing him in the ribs at an unreasonably early hour of their first morning after he had all but forgotten the unbridled bliss of soaring through a boundless sky on wings of ethereal light.

“Owwww... I'm up, I'm up...” Casey grumbled, groggily blinking away the sleep from his eyes even as no small part of him reveled in the unfamiliar yet eminently welcome sensation of having a warm and supple feminine body pressed against his naked flesh. “What's the... big... oh...” his scratchy voice faltered as the scene before him finally came into focus. “Hey sis...” he lamely finished, one of his hands instinctively reaching down to grab the upper edge of the blanket beneath which he and Amira lay and tugging it up just an inch higher.

“I cannot believe the two of you...” Cassandra growled, one of her feet tapping out a staccato rhythm against the hardwood floor of her bedroom. Early it may have been, but the lithe brunette seemed never to have changed out of her outfit from the evening prior, a fact for which Casey was most grateful. Despite her mask of indignation and how terrifyingly like their mother she looked with her arms folded across her chest just so, the younger of the twins couldn't help but note how the corners of his sister's mouth were curled ever-so-slightly upwards.

“What're you even...” Casey began to ask, quickly trailing off ...

... as one of his sister's eyebrows shot skywards and details of the night before began reemerging from his hazy memory. A quick glance over their surroundings confirmed his suspicions, two bookshelves, a large mirror, and several posters of this or that insufferable boy band definitively identifying the room as hers rather than his. “Oh,” he muttered. “Riiiiight...”

“Yeah...” Cassie nodded as she fixed her brother with a withering glare, her voice positively dripping with the sort of sarcasm only an aggrieved teenager can muster.

“Sorry, sis,” the younger twin offered, a sheepish grin growing on his face. “We were gonna... but I had told Max that he and Faith could... so then...” Judging by the way his sister's eyebrow seemed to creep ever higher with each new attempted explanation, Casey decided there would be no digging himself out of the hole in which he had made his (which was technically really her) bed. “You know what?” he asked after a momentary pause. “Let's just go back to 'Sorry, sis.'” Unconsciously, the blushing boy once more inched the quilt covering himself a little higher.

“Uh huh,” Cassie snorted. Seemingly satisfied for the moment, the scowling teen then shifted her gaze down to fixate on Amira instead.

“Sorry, Cassie...” both twins' gorgeous friend murmured, consciously or unconsciously pressing her backside even tighter against Casey's firm body in response to his sister's softening glare.

“Ugh,” the scowling brunette snorted again, her long ...