Trouble With Twins - Sex Stories

Trouble With Twins

... "Deb," I said, "I am not asking you to fuck me or anything, just more than holding your hand."

We sat on the dock at the lake and watched the sunset. "Look, Deb," I said. "If you're not ready for me to touch you, how about you touching me or something once in a while?"

Deb snickered. "What do you mean or something?"

"Well, how about a blowjob?" I asked pointedly. She said she wouldn't know how to do that and that she didn't want to get into trouble like her sister.

I asked Deb what she meant by that, but she said she didn't know anything more, only that Kim had gotten in trouble with her boyfriend. Her parents wouldn't go into it with her, and Kim never talked to her about it.

"We won't have sex. I promise. Can you at least try to suck on it? I can show you if you're willing to try. If you don't like it, we'll stop," I wondered if I was pressuring her too hard.

"I'll think about it, she said, getting up to leave, "Come on, we should get back."

I led her down a different path behind some vacant cabins, hoping to find a secluded spot where I could kiss her in private. I noticed one of the cabin doors was ajar. "Come with me," I took her hand, leading her inside. Deb was afraid, "We are going to get caught," she whispered as we entered. I assured her that no one had seen us and we would leave the lights off.

We sat on the couch, kissing in the darkness. I tried to slip my hand under Deb's shirt, but she pushed it away. "No," she said firmly. I kept ...

... trying until she finally said I could touch her tits through her shirt. "Well, that's no fun; your padded bra takes all the fun out of it," I whined. "What about the blowjob that we talked about? Would you at least try?"

"You talked about a blowjob, I didn't."

"I'm sorry, Deb, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to," I said, standing to leave, " Maybe we should get back.

"No, wait, don't go. I will try it if you really want it," Deb said, tugging on my arm. "Can I see it first? How big does it get?" I turned in her direction and unzipped my shorts. She stared at my cock intently as I fished it out of the fly. Right then, the porch light started when it clicked on. "Shit, someone's coming," Deb panicked.

"Relax, the lights come on automatically when it gets dark. All the cabins do that," I assured her that we wouldn't get caught. "Now you can see it better."

Deb cautiously took my semi-erect cock into her hand, turning it l so that she could see it from all sides. She squeezed my growing shaft, stroking it gently. "Wow, it's getting really big," she said in awe. "That's too big. It's never going to fit in my mouth."

"Sure, it will fit," I told her, " I just watched you inhale three hotdogs at dinner."

Deb looked closely at the tip, saying, "This is where the pee comes out, right?" Pointing to my dick hole.

"Sperm comes out of it, too," I said. "Go ahead and stroke it. Put the tip in your mouth and stroke it." Deb glanced up at me, smirking, "You ...