Twins Double Trouble - Sex Stories

Twins Double Trouble

... over one shoulder and I feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck. He surprises me by planting a kiss on the side of my neck, just below my ear. Time stands still as my pulse pounds in my ears. I turn around to face him, wanting to embrace him, to cover his mouth with mine and kiss his lips. I want to give him a real lover's kiss. But when I turn to him, he hands me a stack of caps before I can make my move. Then he moves to the closet to retrieve more stuff from the high shelf. I still feel the spot on my neck where he kissed me. My body trembles a little as I put the caps into a box.

Just then, the bedroom door opens and mom steps in. "How's it coming?" She asks. She looks back and forth between Mike and I, suspiciously. She probably notices that I am flushed. I cannot meet her gaze.

Mike is nonplussed. "Just about to take these two boxes down and put them into your car." He says, not looking up. I can feel his repulsion for mom as he hefts two boxes.

Mom smiles at him, "Thanks, honey. That is so sweet of you to help out like this." She is trying to mend the rift, as best she can. It is awkward, and I feel sorry for her.

We get the remainder of my clothes and toiletries packed into boxes and put into the back seat of mom's car. As I work at packing my things, I feel like I am walking on a cushion of air. I am still on a sexual high from Mike's kiss on my neck and with the thought of all the things I want to do with him. I can feel my panties are wet, ...

... and have to excuse myself to the bathroom to wipe.

Mom left around noon for Greenville. Dad grills burgers on the charcoal grill in the backyard, while Mike and I make French fries in the air fryer. As we eat, waves of sadness come over me at the realization that this might be the last time I get to enjoy a meal in this way with Mike and my daddy. Tears track down my cheeks a couple of times and I sniff and wipe my eyes with a napkin. Dad and Mike notice and just stare at their plates. What could they possibly say to make this better?

That night I lay awake in bed, thinking about how life will change forever after tomorrow. As I thought about Mike, I began to get a tingling sensation between my legs, again. What does this mean? My thoughts went back to the kiss Mike planted on my neck while he helped me pack. I thought about how much I had wanted to return the kiss. I imagined kissing him deeply, passionately like lovers do in the movies. My bedroom is getting warm and sleep is nowhere to be found.

The more that I fantasize, the more that the pleasant tingling between my legs intensifies. I put my hands down there and began to rub, up and down my slit with my middle finger. I find that I am wet and slick. My finger moves past my outer lips, over my inner labia. My legs open of their own accord. I have touched myself down there before, but never has it felt like this. I lay my finger along my inner labia, extending just past my vaginal opening and apply pressure. My ...