Twin Favors



"Please Dare? I'll do the dishes for a month I swear! I'll do your
laundry for a week! I'll...I'll...I'll let you wear my black dress!"

"And the shoes?" I asked playfully. My sister Stacy had such an
infectious smile, I couldn't help it.

"The shoes too! Anytime!" She was smiling now, knowing the effect it
had on people. The effect it had on me. "Pleeeeease?"

I was sitting in the ugliest bean bag chair in the world, we called it
Frankenstein because it was pale green and stitched all over with
black thread. Half the beans were missing I think, but it was still
pretty comfortable. I had my long legs tucked under my butt, cradling
a book in my lap and wondering how I'd ever gotten myself in this
situation.

This situation was mostly being Stacy's roommate. Being her sister was
one thing, but this roommate business was for the birds! Every week it
seemed like something would come up and nobody could help her with but
me. Whether it was loaning her $50, writing up a homework assignment
she'd 'forgotten' about, taking a test in a class she was
failing...Whatever. This time though, it was a real doozy and I wasn't
too sure about it at all.

"Explain to me again why you want me to go on a date with your
boyfriend?" I gave up on my book and dropped it on the floor with a
soft little whump. I wasn't sure why I was asking, it hadn't made
sense the first time she tried to explain, so why would the fourth be
any different?

Stacy plopped down on the floor in front of me, putting her elbows on
my bare knees and looking up at me with her soft blue eyes and impish
smile. I knew what she was doing and I wasn't falling for it. She
leaned forward and started picking at the big sweatshirt I was
wearing. "Because Richard asked me out and I really really really want
to go out with him, but it's on Friday night! And Friday night is when
Brad is taking me to that new club! He's so excited about it and I
know he really wants to go." She smiled up at me and began tracing the
golden gopher on my chest. "And if Brad finds out I'm going out with
Richard, then he'll be sooooooo disappointed! And he's so nice, Darin,
please? You like Brad, he's nice, come on, please?"

I sat up and so did Stacy so I could get my legs out from under me,
straightening them and spreading them around my sister so she could
lean forward again, crossing her arms on my thighs.

"So why don't I just go out with Richard, and you can go out with Brad
and..." I shrugged with my patented 'ain't it common sense?' look.

"Are those my panties?" Stacy was looking between my legs where the
sweatshirt had ridden up exposing my purple g-string. "Those are
mine!"

"They are not, stop changing the subject Stace!" I pulled my
sweatshirt down because they were hers, but I had a pair just like
them.

"Let me see!" Stacy demanded, laughing now and reaching between my
legs. I have this horrible weakness; I'm extremely ticklish on the
insides of my thighs. Not always, I mean when I'm getting busy with
someone I forget all about it, but when the mood is right it's
terrible. Stacy, of course, knows all about this and never misses an
opportunity to tease me with it.

"Stop it! No!" I shrieked as her fingers shot between my legs and her
fingernails grazed my skin. The only thing worse than being ticklish,
is when you know you're going to get tickled. I become like a thousand
times more sensitive and right now my whole body was tingling! Stacy
could have touched me anywhere and I'd have been helpless. But
anywhere wasn't on her mind.

I was jumping up, trying to stand unsteadily on Frankenstein when
Stacy pulled me back down. I was already laughing, saying no over and
over in a breathless voice. I tried to cover myself up, but Stacy
wormed her hands inside and just kind of scratched/groped/squeezed at
whatever part of me she found. She dragged me onto the floor,
scrunching my sweatshirt up around my breasts. I was kicking and
screaming with laughter, pushing at her and twisting my body when she
moved over me, turning to face my feet and sitting heavily on my
tummy. The damp towel was spread around her hips and her bare pussy
rocked back and forth across my overly sensitive skin, adding another
unbearable sensation as I tried to clench my thighs together.

It was no use though, I couldn't breath and pushing uselessly against
her back was just using up precious energy while Stacy ignored me,
prying my legs apart and dragging her nails across my most sensitive
places. I felt my eyes watering and my laughing began to sound more
like crying, a transition we were both all too familiar with. Stacy
had done this same thing to me countless times for as long as we could
remember. She was always stronger than me and like brothers who have
to wrestle, this was a necessary ritual we both secretly enjoyed.

My whole body was going slack, my lungs burned from a lack of air.
They just kept pushing and pushing like they couldn't remember how to
pull. I felt dizzy and Stacy mercifully stopped, her motion changing
from a terrible teasing of my goose pimpled flesh, to a soft caress
that was still almost unbearable.

She looked over her shoulder at me, flushed with victory and smiled at
my exhausted state. My mouth hung open and I was gasping for air. My
cheeks were red and wet with tears and all I could do was look up at
her.

"Do you give up?" Stacy asked me. "Will you do it?"

I nodded weakly unable to do anything else.

"Prove it." Stacy whispered and this was part of our ritual too. She
lifted her body off my stomach, sliding back lightly so that her sex
was over my face. I lifted my head a bare 2 inches off the floor with
a soft moan and pressed my mouth to my sister's pussy. She sighed and
lowered herself slightly, reaching down to play with my breasts while
I licked and sucked at her already moist folds.

"Yeah, Dare, that's it baby...Lick me....Mmmmm" Her voice was soft,
urging me to work harder as I sought to please her.

Stacy was older by 8 minutes, maybe that's why she was always on top.
Her fingers pinched my nipples, pulling them straight up so my breasts
were taut cones of pleasure. The warmth was spreading, for Stacy too
as she began rocking herself slightly, using my mouth to get off. I
didn't mind, I loved this part of our game and thirsted for her
juices. I sucked her labia between my lips, pursing them to pinch her
gently before going back to my tongue. I made it stiff and hard like a
small pink cock and Stacy fucked herself on it, filling my mouth with
her orgasm as she pressed her palms suddenly flat on my tits. It hurt,
like a dull ache having her pressing her weight on me like that, but I
barely noticed.

I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist, slipping them beneath the
towel so I could feel her hot skin. I pulled her tightly to my mouth,
holding her there against the wild gyrations of her hips as I slurped
noisily away. I was drinking my sister deeply and feeling my own empty
cunt fluttering in search of attention, but I knew Stacy wouldn't do
it for me, she never did. She was cruel that way and when we were
younger I didn't understand, but I learned to accept it and even enjoy
the fact that she really didn't understand it herself.

Stacy was breathing hard and her motion slowed once again to a gentle
rocking motion across my cum drenched face as her orgasm subsided. Her
hands squeezed my breasts playfully and she lifted her body, kneeling
above my glowing face and peering down at me.

"Good girl." Stacy was only slightly breathless and she reached down
to give my hard little clit a pinch through the thin silk of my
panties. I lifted my hips at the sensation and gave a small yelp of
surprise. "God, you're such a dyke!" Stacy laughed and slowly got off
of me, standing and tightening her towel back into place while I lay
there. "Don't forget now, Friday night! He's going to pick you up at
eight o'clock sharp!" With that she disappeared back into the hallway
and a moment later I heard the shower running.

I lay there, licking my lips and remembering the sweet suffocation of
having Stacy's pussy on my face. I reached down to finger myself,
pulling the G to the side and rubbing my swollen lips and stiff clit
with my fingers with a desperate urgency. I was cumming quickly,
lifting my ass off the carpet and fucking my fingers while I moaned
loudly and bit my lip. So good, always so good after Stacy was done
with me. I wished that once, just once Stacy would do this for me and
the thought pushed me over the peak and I was lost in heaven.

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I really am a lesbian. I might as well tell you that now. I never
really "outted" myself; I mean Stacy has always known, ever since the
first time she made me lick her when we were thirteen. That was an
accident, but she always says that I planned it. Like I seduced her
into wrestling me down, tickling me, and pressing her pussy to my
face. Yeah right. Ummmm...So? What else was I supposed to do?

Anyway, like I said I never told our parents or anything. Daddy would
have a heart attack and Mom, well, who knows. She'd hug me and tell me
it was alright, but I'm so afraid of seeing betrayal in her eyes I've
never risked it. It isn't important anyway, it isn't who I am. I'm not
out to change the world or anything, I just want to live my life and
be me. I don't define myself by my sexuality like Stacy thinks.

"How about her?" Stacy asked me for the 30th time that night. It was
Thursday, the day before my 'Big Date' with Brad, and we were just
sitting there watching TV. Stacy was watching TV, I was highlighting
my Psychology notes.

"No." I sighed absently.

"Come on Dare! Jeeez!" Stacy called me Dare, nobody else did because I
hated it. My name is Darin, because our Dad's name is Darren.
According to family legend, just as Daddy was filling out the birth
certificates Mom's test results came back with the news that she
wouldn't be having any more children. No Junior in daddy's future, so
he did the next best thing. Crossed out Emily and wrote 'Darin' as if
that spelling was somehow more feminine. If I ever do tell Dad I'm a
lesbian, I'll tell him it's because of my name... "Don't you know? All
Darin's are gay, Daddy!" Then I'd give him a big hug. Yeah right.

"Daaare!" Stacy's voice rose and fell as she dragged my name out in
exasperation. "How about Meg?"

I glanced up. Stacy was watching 'City of Angels' and Meg Ryan was
walking around in her scrubs, looking good. "It doesn't work like
that, Stacy." I murmured.

"What do you mean 'It doesn't work like that'?" she rolled her eyes
"I'm ready to jump Nicholas Cage right now, and you're telling me that
Meg Ryan doesn't turn you on?"

"Not right now Stacy. Maybe if she made some popcorn and kind of
curled up on the couch with me...Well, who knows." I grinned and
raised my eyebrows suggestively.

"No way. I'm not making popcorn just so you can jump my bones!
Pervert!" Stacy stuck her tongue out at me. "How's my homework coming
anyway?"

"It's over there," I gestured to a messy stack next to Frankenstein,
"Make sure you read chapter 4, your assignment note said 'Oral Quiz'
in the fine print."

I ignored her frown. "Hey." I put the cap on my highlighter.

"Hey what?" Stacy replied, finally turning to look at me when I didn't
say anything for a moment.

"This date tomorrow, with Brad. He isn't going to try anything, you
know...Funny, is he?"

"What? Like fuck you? No way. Just tell him you got your period,
believe me he hates that!" Stacy gave a little laugh "Ask him to stop
by 7-11 after he picks you up."

"Why?"

Stacy laughed at me "So you can buy some pads! Tell him you forgot to
bring an extra and your really heavy. Ask him to run in and get them,
believe me he won't even want a blowjob after that!"

"He's going to want a blowjob?" This was something I hadn't really
considered. I'd been on a couple dates when I was in high school, just
for appearance mostly, but also to experiment. I'd never done more
than just rub a boy's penis through his jeans! I guess my face said it
all because Stacy was really laughing now.

"He might yeah, don't worry! Brad's nice, just tell him you don't feel
like it and he won't push you. I promise."

"But doesn't...." I wasn't sure what part of what she was saying was
the truth and what was a joke.

Stacy cut me off, "Don't worry Dare! Jesus! Just have fun, you'll love
it. If I thought there was any way you'd let my boyfriend fuck you,
I'd never have thought of this!" She was smiling that smile and I had
to laugh at her logic. Whatever it was.

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"You're fat" Stacy was looking at the same reflection in the mirror I
was and I shrugged.

"I'm the same size as you, what do you mean I'm fat?" I was wearing
her new black dress, a clingy thing with spaghetti straps and a hem
that fell about 3 inches too high for my taste. But it did look good.
My braless breasts looked like they were propped on a shelf and the
dress wasn't padded in the least; the nubs of my nipples were plainly
visible bumps and I frowned slightly as I grabbed my boobs and shifted
them slightly.

"Don't do that, you'll look like a plastic surgery disaster." Sure
enough as soon as I took my hands away my 34C's looked more like a 34C
and a 36B. Stacy sighed impatiently and lifted the straps, pulling the
dress away from my so that my breasts went back to their natural
position. She let the straps go and they sprang back like rubber
bands.

"Ouch!" I turned one way and then the other, it looked pretty good.
The dress hugged my body as my waist narrowed to nothing and then gave
way to the pleasing curve of my hips. There might be a little baby fat
there I thought, but not in the bad way! I smoothed the dress one last
time and grabbed Stacy's new shoes off the bed. "Aren't you going to
get ready? What time is Richard picking you up?"

Stacy was still wearing her old hipsters and a long faded halter top
that I think had been mine, once upon a time. She nodded "He's not
picking me up until nine. He's taking me out for Thai food!" Stacy
licked her lips, "Romantic huh?"

I started bending over and lifting my right foot to put on a shoe but
my sister stopped me with a worrisome clucking. "What now?" I asked
wearily, straightening up, because I knew it had to be something she
didn't like.

"Take off your panties," Stacy said suddenly, crossing to her dresser
and opening the top drawer, "I can see the lines. It looks bad." She
pulled out a little silver g-string and held it up. "Wear this
instead." I thought about arguing, but what was the point? I hiked up
the tight skirt and hooked my thumbs into the French bikinis I had on
and pulled them off. I tossed them on the bed and took the G from her
hand without a word, stepping into them and pulling them up. I gave
her a pained look as I adjusted the all too narrow crotch and
straightened the back so it split the smooth globes of my ass. I
pulled the skirt back down, smoothing it.

"There. How's that?" I asked sarcastically, but Stacy ignored me. 

She ran a hand along my butt and up to my hip. "I can still see it." 

"So what? Underwear is sexy! He should see it, right?" I didn't really
care if it was sexy or not. I was just getting tired of Stacy fussing
over every little detail. I could care less if Brad saw it or not, but
that didn't matter to Stacy.

"Take it off."

"No, come on, Stacy" I whined but found myself doing as she ordered
anyway. I pulled off the thong and handed it to her. "Well?" I asked,
standing there with her dress pulled up around my waist, my bare
shaven sex exposed. "What next?"

"That's it, fix your dress."

"What?" I looked at my sister with disbelief. "I'm not going out
without underwear! What do you think of me?"

"Dare, look it's just for one night! Please!" She took on a reasonable
tone. "It looked bad, really. You're not supposed to wear anything
under a dress like that, believe me."

I didn't like it. I unconsciously pushed my thighs together and it
felt strange. The last time I'd gone out without panties on I was
probably 4 years old.

"Nobody is going to know, Darin! God! It's not like the end of the
world if you don't wear panties!" She was trying to make me feel
guilty now and I sighed.

"Fine, right." I went back to putting on the shoes, pinching my toes
as they slipped into the black leather. "What size shoe do you wear?"

She laughed and picked up a hairbrush from the dresser, trying to
brush my hair while I was buckling the strap on the right shoe. "The
same size as you! I just buy better shoes." She pulled the brush
through my hair and the sudden tug pulled me a little off balance.

"Hey! Stacy, I've gone on a date before you know!" I twisted my
shoulder length blonde hair away from Stacy and her stupid hairbrush.
"And this isn't even a real date! I can't believe I'm doing this!"

"Well, he's my boyfriend!" Stacy said, folding her arms and watching
as I put on the other shoe.

"Exactly" I shook my head, and giggled. "Don't be such a bonehead!
Give me the brush."

Stacy held it out petulantly and I brushed my hair slowly. It was
already fine, but I did it just to please her. She always worried
about her dates and I never understood why. Maybe for the same reason
I was a little nervous when I went out with my girlfriends? I smiled
at that, well that was perfectly understandable. Wasn't it? And I
wasn't anywhere as bad as Stacy!

About that time the doorbell rang and Stacy grabbed my hands in hers
"Don't forget! You're Stacy tonight!" She whispered it, as if Brad
might somehow hear us. I just nodded and rolled my eyes.

"Well, you better answer the door, DARE." I said, emphasizing my name
to exaggerate the way Stacy said it. She left the bedroom and I
grabbed a lipstick real quick, checking the color and tossing it back.
I picked up the right one and put it on slowly while I heard Stacy and
Brad talking in the living room. They were laughing about something,
but I couldn't tell what, and I thought she'd better not overdo it. I
wasn't known for my sense of humor with Stacy's boyfriends. Brad was
nicer than most, but I knew he thought I was a bitch anyway. Now I was
going out with him. I blinked at myself in the mirror, wondering what
the hell I'd gotten into.

Brad smiled at me as I entered the living room. "Hi gorgeous!" He
looked at Stacy and she smiled at him.

"Go get her tiger!" She said and I groaned inwardly, giving her a
quick warning look and then recovering to smile at Brad. He looked
good, for a guy. Kind of like Brad Pitt, with that same boyish face
and innocent dimples, but he was a little bigger all around. His black
hair was combed straight back and he had nice brown eyes and a jaw
line that made you think he belonged outside, out west someplace.
Yeah, a cowboy. That's Brad.

I walked over and he leaned down to kiss me but I turned my cheek.
"Lipstick." I explained with a soft voice in his ear.

He kissed me briefly and put a hand on my shoulder, turning to Stacy.
"Don't wait up!" He laughed and I did my best Stacy giggle, which was
pretty good; this wasn't the first time we'd traded places after all!
I grabbed a wrap out of the closet and smiled politely as Brad held
the door for me. I took a deep breath of cool evening air and waved
goodbye to Stacy with a quick wiggle of my fingers.

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We went out to dinner first, and it was nice. Brad was funny and he
kept me entertained all through the meal, which was good because
comfortable as I was being Stacy, this wasn't some English prof who
only knew her by name. Brad had been going out with my sister for
nearly a year and there were bound to be things that I had no idea
about. I was on my toes though and every time Brad began talking about
`us' I'd steer us onto something else, something generic and safe.
Like Darin?

"So what's the deal with your sister, anyway?" Brad asked with a gleam
of mischief in his eye.

"What do you mean?" I was innocent and took a small bite of my salad
with as much nonchalance as I could muster.

"I mean she acted almost normal tonight. Usually I come over and she's
acts like I'm a total stranger." Brad sipped his water. "I mean, I
know she plays for the other team, but come on. I'm not that bad am
I?"

"Plays for the other team?" My fork was suspended in mid-air. I hadn't
heard that one before, but I knew what it meant.

"Yeah, you know, she's..."

"Yeah, I know. She's my sister, remember?" I said it a bit testily and
I softened my face immediately. "Sorry, I didn't mean..."

"Yeah, I know. My fault." 

Brad was going to figure it, I thought in a momentary flash of panic.
Darin was acting like Stacy, and now Stacy is acting like Darin.
Yikes! I reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing it briefly. "She
likes you, don't worry about it. She just doesn't really understand
why..." I wasn't sure what to say. Here I was trying to talk about me
the way I thought Stacy might, but I wondered if I really knew what
Stacy would say.

"Why you like guys and she doesn't?" Brad laughed then and his eyes
twinkled a little as his good mood returned. He leaned over the table,
reaching beneath with one arm so he could stroke my leg. "You know why
*you* like guys." He whispered it and gave me a squeeze just above my
knee for punctuation.

Right then I cursed myself silently for not remembering Stacy's
advice. I suppose I could have still lied, still told him I was on my
period, but how rude would that have been? Sitting at the dinner
table, the poor man would probably run screaming, if what Stacy had
told me was true. Brad kept massaging my leg and he looked at me as
though it were a Kodak moment and we should have been kissing.

I lifted my fork with a soft laugh, forced but still okay. "Down boy.
Finish your dinner or you won't get any desert." It came out without
thinking, double-entendre is fun, but not when it's accidental!

Brad grinned and lifted his hand, sitting back and resuming his meal.
"Oh yeah, Stacy!" he said, "We don't want to miss out on desert, do
we?" I just smiled and closed my eyes, wondering what I was going to
do.

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He was back on his best behavior by the time we left the restaurant,
thank goodness, but it had gotten chilly while we'd been inside
eating. I felt my nipples hardening to my dismay and the draft blowing
up inside my skirt was an unexpected surprise as well. I never
realized just how much protection even the smallest pair of panties
afforded. I shivered and Brad took this as an invitation I think,
putting his arm around me as we walked to the car.

"Cool tonight, isn't it?" he asked and I nodded silently. "Cat got
your tongue?"

"What? Sorry?" I really didn't know what to say. I'd been thinking how
nice it would be if Gina had been with me instead of Brad. My current
girlfriend was an Italian girl, really from Italy, and absolutely
wonderful to be with. I wondered what she was doing right then and
wished that whatever it was, I was doing it with her.

"Hey."

Brad had stopped walking and I stopped too.

"Hey." He repeated softly and I turned, tilting my head up to look at
him.

What is it?" I started to say, but I didn't get very far. He pressed
his lips to mine, enfolding me in his arms. I felt myself going stiff
against him, but I couldn't help my instinctive resistance. The tip of
his tongue entered my surprised mouth and then I was pressing my palms
to his chest, pushing him gently away.

"Mmmmm..." I said, gathering my wits and trying to sound like my
sister. "If you keep that up, we'll never get out of the parking lot!"
I grinned at him, but I think he saw something else in my eyes. Brad's
hands were still on my hips and he gave me a little squeeze.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I thought..." His voice trailed off and I almost felt
a pang of guilt, but not really. Making out with Brad in the parking
lot, or anyplace else for that matter, was the very last thing I
wanted in the world. I just wanted to get this stupid date over with.
Wherever Stacy was right then, she'd better be having the time of her
life, I thought

Once in the car and on our way to the club, Brad started talking
again. "Uh, Stacy, are you feeling okay?" There was real concern in
his voice I think and I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm just kind of tired I guess. You know how it is, huh?" I
looked at him hopefully in the soft glow of the dashboard light.

"Yeah, I know." Brad paused for a second and then added "Maybe we
should just skip the club, I could take you home and maybe just relax
a bit. Take it easy tonight."

"Ummmmm...." I bought myself a few more seconds to think, wondering
how Stacy would react if our dated ended less than 2 hours after it
started. It wouldn't be my fault, would it? I mean Brad knows
something's up, right? I'd just tell her that I thought it would be
better to play it safe. "Yeah, Brad, I think maybe that's a good
idea....Uh, are you sure you don't mind though?" I tried to put a
measure of regret in my voice. "I know you really want to check this
place out, so..."

"No, don't be silly." Brad smiled at me and moved a hand to my knee.
"It'll still be open next week, we'll go then, okay?"

"Sure, yeah." I murmured. He was taking me home! Thank God! I saw the
clock on the dash and it was barely 10:00, still time to call Gina I
thought. She could come over and I could tell her all about this
stupid idea of my sister's. She'd think it was funny as hell and that
thought made me smile in the darkness.

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The lights were out when we arrived back at the house and Brad pulled
into the driveway and turned off the engine. We sat there in the
darkness for a long moment. I knew he was waiting for me to invite him
in and I was trying to think of a nice way to say goodnight. My
fingers were itching to dial Gina's number.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I sighed softly. "Well... I
guess..." I unbuckled my seatbelt and let it slap back into place. I
started reaching for the door handle, giving Brad an apologetic smile.

"Yeah." Brad reached over, he wasn't letting go that easily. His
leather jacket creaking softly and Brad moved his hand across my
shoulder, behind my neck. He was gently pulling me closer, while his
other hand slid across my bare thigh.

He wanted a goodnight kiss, I thought. It seemed like a logical thing,
especially if it would get him to say goodnight. I let him pull me
into his kiss, but I placed my hands in my lap, guarding my bare
treasure from his fingers as his hand slid under the hem of my skirt.

I felt nothing emotionally, except maybe a slight repulsion. It wasn't
like I was going to be ill or anything, it just wasn't a turn on for
me at all. But I pretended like it was the best kiss of my young life.
I let his tongue part my lips and I teased it with my own. Compared to
Gina, Brad's mouth seemed too large, his movements clumsy and harsh. I
sucked his tongue and sighed with feigned passion when Brad moved his
hand from my leg to my breasts. He rubbed my left breast tenderly,
using his palm before digging his fingers against the silk of my
dress, squeezing me.

My nipples hardened easily, reacting purely to the stimulation that my
mind was ignoring. He wasn't the first boy I'd let cop a feel, but I
hoped he'd be the last. We kissed like that for several minutes, with
Brad pressing himself closer and closer, until he was straddling the
console between our seats and I was backed against the door. He'd
slipped one breast completely from my dress, massaging it a little
harder now. This was going too far, I thought, and I pulled my mouth
from his.

Our breathing was heavy and my lips felt slightly swollen and bruised.
He wasn't a very good kisser, he was just a bit too eager, a little
too enthusiastic for my taste. "Too much testosterone." I said softly
with a shake of my head.

"Huh?" Brad was grinning at me. "You're too much! You taste so good,
baby." He leaned over again and I couldn't evade his hungry kiss. I
tried to pretend it was Gina who was kissing me, nibbling softly at my
lips before delving into the warm wet depths of my mouth. That made it
a little better, a little easier to return his passion like I meant
it.

His hands were once again on my body, baring both breasts now,
thumbing and pinching my nipples. They were like hard little pebbles
and despite myself I could feel a dampness between my thighs. This was
getting to be too much, I thought. I'm thinking of my girlfriend while
my sister's boyfriend makes out with me. There was something very
wrong with that picture.

It got suddenly even more wrong when Brad finally worked his way fully
on top of me, so that he was kneeling between my spread legs, his
chest pressed to my unfettered breasts and his hands in my hair while
he worked his tongue deeply into my mouth. I could feel him grinding,
dry humping me like a teenager and I was repulsed by how quickly this
was getting out of hand.

I shook my head and pushed at him so that our kiss broke finally. I
looked at him and tried to tell him I'd had enough, that I just wasn't
in the mood tonight and...Well, he'd have to go now.

Brad surprised me by nodding, "Yeah, sure Stacy, I understand." He
frowned slightly and carefully, slowly got off of me, sliding back
into the driver's seat.

He hadn't sounded like he understood and I rolled my eyes as I fixed
my dress, stretching the material to get my tits back where they
belonged. I knew he was unhappy with the way the night had gone, and
who could blame him? Maybe if I told him who I was, that he'd actually
gotten to 2nd base with a lesbian, he might feel better I thought with
an inward smile. Guys were like that; one guy I'd turned down 3 times
for a date finally told me a lesbian was just a girl who hadn't met
the right man. Yeah, right.

Well, there just wasn't anything else I could do for Stacy, or for
Brad. It was 10:30 already, we'd been sitting here half an hour and I
knew it was getting too late to call Gina. I just wanted to take a
bath and go to bed. I knew Saturday was going to be a long day when
Stacy found out how I'd single handedly destroyed her relationship.

"Good night Brad, thanks for a really nice evening." I tried to sound
optimistic, but it sounded like a 'Dear John' letter the way I said
it. I knew I'd never have to go out with him again, Stacy would. But
Brad thought I was Stacy...So he didn't get my tone at all.

Brad smiled weakly and kissed me on the cheek. "Sure, goodnight Stacy.
I'll call you sometime, okay?"

And that, I knew, meant 'Don't hold your breath' and Stacy was going
to be royally pissed off at me. It was making me a little mad too, now
that I was thinking about it. They'd been going out for months and one
bad date and Brad's running away? What an asshole! He didn't deserve
Stacy! The fact that Stacy was out doing God knew what with another
guy at that precise moment didn't escape me totally. But she's my
sister so, you know...

And that was when I decided I couldn't let it end like that, no matter
what I thought. Stacy did trust me to take care of her. If that meant
making sure a numb nuts like Brad called her the next day, then I
guess that was that.

I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing, I didn't have any kind of plan
or anything. But I was sure something would come up. I'd just let him
kiss me some more, maybe find a good movie on TV, something old and
romantic and sure to put him to sleep. It sounds naive, I know, but at
the time I was desperate.

"Would you like to come in for a little bit Brad?" I was actually
hoping he'd be mad enough to say no. Tomorrow he'd feel guilty because
I had offered and then he'd be sure to call back, apologizing for
screwing everything up. Guys were so predictable, the only hard part
was creating that perfect emotional peak for them to leap from.

"Are you sure it's okay?" Brad sounded hurt but hopeful and it
occurred to me that he might be playing me the same way. He'd
certainly be better at it. Although I had intuitive instinct on my
side, Brad had experience. Yikes! See how my mind wanders... I know
that you know that I know that... It gets ridiculous and in the end it
didn't matter because 3 minutes later we were standing in the living
room.

"Uh..." I kind of felt lost and Brad was taking off his jacket, getting
comfortable already. "Do you want something to drink?" I looked at him
and nodded more to myself. "I'll get us some...wine. Or something."

"Sure, that would be great." Brad was saying, but I was already
half-way to the kitchen.

I wasn't sure wine was a good idea for Brad, but I needed a glass
badly. And besides, I reasoned, maybe a drink or two and he would get
sleepy, or something. Want to go play some pool, or whatever it was
guys did when they drank. When I returned to the living room I found
that he'd made himself quite comfortable, turning our lights on low
and playing with our little cd player.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just this." Brad looked at me expectantly.

Just then some Natalie Cole started, very soft and romantic and that
was when I looked at the wine I was carrying and knew I'd made a
fundamental error. It was too late to turn back now, though, so I
ended up on the sofa next to Brad, both of us holding our glasses and
smiling. Him rather happily and me in denial.

"Here's to the most beautiful woman in the world." Brad said softly
and he touched my glass with his.

"To Winona Ryder." I nodded, saying it without thinking because I've
always had a crush on her. I took a sip while Brad laughed at me.

"What? No...You!" he sipped his too and then took my glass away, setting
both of them on the little end table behind him.

"Oh." I blushed, but probably not for the reason Brad thought and I
shifted slightly, frowning down at the way too short hem of my skirt.
"Do you want to watch some TV or something?" I offered weakly. "We
have a lot of DVD's and...uh..."

I guess Brad didn't because I found his lips suddenly on mine and the
man's hands were moving across my body. I let him kiss me, but mainly
I leaned back slightly, as if I might get away, which was just what
Brad intended. Or I would have thought so, but he didn't strike me as
all that clever. But maybe he didn't have to be, because I seemed to
be tripping all over myself to fall into these little traps.

There just wasn't anyplace to retreat to. I'd moved the six inches or
so I had and found Brad's body almost pinning me to the couch. His
palms moved along my stomach and thigh, one hand finding my breast and
massaging it gently, while the other went for the sweet spot between
my legs. It was just like in the car except worse!

"Brad, ummm...Brad..." I was whispering, turning my head just to avoid his
kisses so I could speak. I reached for his hand down on my thigh, and
gripped his wrist tightly. "No...Brad! Please!"

"Stacy, come on..." He breathed into my ear, pinching my left nipple
until it was hard and burning despite myself. "You know you want it,
just relax, baby!"

His mouth found mine again and his tongue pushed inside, wriggling
like a big fat worm and I almost gagged on it. What was wrong with
him? He was worse than a bull dyke who'd just gotten paroled. Not that
I knew any, of course, but I'd, you know, heard about them. At least I
managed to get Brad's fingers away from my bare sex. I never should
have let Stacy talk me into going out without panties on.

I relaxed my grip on his wrist a little, trying to ignore what he was
doing to my breast, when he managed to move my hand to the bulge in
his trousers. I jumped at the realization of where I was touching the
man, but he had his hand on mine, pushing it down harder so it was
almost like I was rubbing his cock through his trousers. All I was
really doing was trying to get away from it.

I pulled my lips free of his tongue, feeling somewhat bruised and
used, and gasping for air. Brad wasn't going to just get bored and go
home for a cold shower! I was getting myself deeper and deeper into
trouble like this. He'd practically ripped my dress away and my
breasts hung free now, both of my nipples itching like crazy, which I
just hated. I wasn't feeling especially aroused at all, but my body
didn't have the good sense to ignore all those touches and pinches and
pulls. I was getting a little angry too, not just at Brad, but at
myself, for letting Brad put me in this situation. And at Stacy too!
She knew I was gay, she should have respected that and found some
other solution to her problems. Like telling the truth.

And that was a scary thought, because I almost did tell the truth
right then. I could have just said "Brad, I'm not Stacy. I'm Darin and
you have to leave now." And right after that I might as well have
packed my things because not only would Brad be pissed, but so would
Stacy. And then I had visions of Brad doing what everyone knows guys
do best...telling all their friends how Stacy had tried to pull a fast
one. And then she'd be embarrassed too and then...God! What if Brad told
everyone how we'd kissed? Or done other things, even untrue things
that I'd never do in a million years? Gina would hear, all of my
friends would know, and they'd believe him too, my frightened mind
assured me, they'd believe him and I'd be some kind of two-timing
hetero slut!

"Do you want me to...to...play with it?" I could barely get the words out.
That was my solution, by the way, I'd give him a hand job. I'd do
whatever I had to do just to make him cum and get out of my life.
That's all he was interested in, getting his rocks off. It wouldn't
hurt me, I hoped, and it would make him happy. Happy enough that he'd
go home and sleep in his own bed, I was sure.

"Oh yeah, Stace..." He actually moved back a little, giving me some room
and for a second I wondered why I hadn't thought of this sooner. Brad
pushed out his hips a little, spreading his legs as if inviting me in.

Brad watched, smiling, as I fumbled with his pants and belt, working
to free his straining penis from it's captivity. Always a bad idea,
I'm sure, but what else was I gonna do? I'd never even seen a real
live penis before. I never wanted to. I'd had one prior experience
similar to this one, except the boy in question had been 16 and a lot
less persistent than Brad was turning out to be. I was shocked when I
had Brad's pants open and pulled his underwear down just a little. His
penis jumped out like a Jack-in-the-box! It was spring loaded, for
crying out loud, and already a little wet. I knew guys drooled a lot,
but down there too?

I stared at it for a minute, not entirely sure what I was supposed to
do next. I glanced at Brad and he was nice and relaxed, smiling like
he didn't have a care in the world. And he didn't! But I did. I didn't
really feel like touching the thing. I'd never even been terribly big
on dildo's, although some of my girlfriends had enjoyed them quite a
lot. I was more into fingers and tongues, or better yet, a long slow
grind. This was a lot different than a dildo too, I could tell right
away when it started moving by itself, jerking just a little and it
confused me. If it could do that, what did it even need me for?

"Touch it, Stace." Brad urged me. "Go on, it won't bite!" He chuckled
and I nodded as if a man's reassurance might actually mean something
in this world.

So, I poked it with my finger, kind of testing the water, you know,
and it just stood there. I have to admit I was getting a little
curious about it though. Like watching one of those medical shows on
the Discovery Channel that make you go, "Ewwww..." but you watch it
anyway. I slowly and very gently put my right hand around it, in the
middle, half expecting to feel some kind of electric shock or
something. But instead it was warm, very warm and I could feel it
throbbing, just a little. It was heavy too, which surprised me. Don't
ask me why.

Brad's penis was pretty big, I guess. Big enough so I could have put
both hands around it if I wanted to and still not covered the shaft
from the base to the tip. I didn't want to though, so I just used my
one hand and I at least knew enough that it was like milking a cow.
You pushed and pulled and squeezed, and sooner or later the milk came
out. I closed my eyes and pretended that was what I was doing, just
milking a cow. After that it didn't seem so awfully bad, until Brad
had to start touching me again. He started playing with my tits again,
whispering meaningless little things about how beautiful I was and how
good my hand felt on his penis. I tried to tune him out, but it was
hard. My arm started getting tired too, even though I hadn't been
doing it very long.

"Are you close yet?" I ventured, hoping it wasn't a totally dumb
question. My sister had probably done this for him a hundred times.

Brad laughed and I felt my face turning a little red. "Not yet,
Stace." I felt his hand moving up from my breast, over my shoulder,
rubbing gently. Pulling a little now. "Go down, Stacy." He whispered
and the words took a long second to make sense.

"Huh?" I couldn't have heard him right and what was he doing? His big
strong hand was on my neck, sliding through my hair as he bent me a
little lower.

"Suck it for me." He urged. "It was so good the other night." 

The other night? That had been my sister, not me! I resisted and moved
my hand a little faster, as though I could somehow get him to cum
before I had to...to...do that!

"C'mon Stacy, I know how much you love it!" he chuckled again, a sound
I was really learning to dislike and he had both hands on my head now,
pulling me down harder.

Stacy loved sucking cock? I vaguely remembered her joking about giving
Brad a blowjob. She'd been joking right? I tried to remember, but all
I could think of was how it was looking bigger and bigger as it got
closer. It wasn't going to fit in my mouth, I was sure. And even if it
did...Gross! I had no idea where that thing had been!

"Brad...I..." I didn't know what to say. I had a headache? I'd never
sucked a cock before in my life? What did a girl say in this
situation? Just say no? I had the amazingly funny thought that maybe I
could call my mom and ask her. I mean, when we were in high school
she'd always given Stacy and I weird advice on how to deal with boys.
Neither of us had paid any attention, of course, me for the obvious
reason and Stacy had her own ideas.

"Shhh...there you go..." Brad pulled my head down so his penis pressed
against my lips. I hadn't even put up a good fight and for some reason
I felt strangely humiliated by this new experience. "Suck it,
Stacy...ohhh..."

Okay, I told myself, if this was what it would take, I'd do it. I'd
give Brad what he wanted and that, I swore, would be it. Stacy would
be doing a lot more than my laundry for the next month, she was going
to owe me something else entirely. I didn't know what that would be,
not yet, but I'd figure it out and Stacy would pay. Giving a guy a
blowjob was going way, way beyond the call of sisterly duty.

Knowing that my sister would make it up to me still didn't make it any
easier though. I closed my eyes, feeling my stomach doing little
flip-flops as the big smooth head of Brad's penis went into my mouth.
I think I barely got the tip inside before I started gagging. I jerked
back and found that Brad, the nice guy that he was, had other ideas.
He pushed down even more! It felt like I had his whole penis in my
mouth, but it was really only two inches at the most. But still, it
was fat and hard and wet and I couldn't even breathe around that
thing. I pushed against the couch with my hands, forcing him to let me
up a little.

I looked up at Brad, my mouth open and drooling a little saliva and
precum. I guess he saw the look in my eyes because he looked a little
sheepish. "Sorry, Stace." He said softly.

"Just...!" I let out a breath and calmed down. "Just let me do it,
okay?" I'd do it, I'd already decided. But I needed to figure out how
and having Brad `helping' me wasn't going to work. "Let go." I shook
my head slightly and he nodded like a little boy, removing his hands
from my hair. "Just...relax." I rolled my eyes. "Or something."

I  knew I was sounding exactly like me, like Darin, and nothing like
Stacy, I'm sure. So I shut up and somehow managed to move my mouth
back to Brad's cock, opening for it and taking him inside slowly. I
wasn't totally sure if I was supposed to suck for real, or if it was
just called that because, you know, that's what it looks like. I knew
I was supposed to go up and down on him, and that wasn't so bad.
Except when he went a little too far, and then I'd choke a little. I
figured out how to breathe through my nose and I even swallowed some
of his precum, although mostly I just let it drool all over his pants.
He deserved it.

I think Brad was getting close. Well, he was finding it hard to keep
his hands off my head, but at least he wasn't pulling me down like he
did before. And his hips were moving a little, lifting sort of, as if
he wanted to get a bit deeper than I was taking him. And his breathing
was ragged, throaty and uneven. Yeah, Brad was close when the door
opened.

"Dare!" My sister's voice filled the house. "Dare! How..." She spoke
haltingly as her brain caught up with her. "...dare you...Stacy!" She was
lowering her voice too as she spoke.

The shock of her unexpected entrance made me lift my face. I didn't
have to turn to see Stacy, the way we were sitting was perfect,
unfortunately, with Brad leaning against one arm of the sofa, me
kneeling on the cushions between his legs, and a very surprised Stacy
standing a few feet behind him. I was holding her boyfriend's penis in
my hand, glistening with my spit, as I looked up at her. I guess it
shocked Brad too, because right then he started cumming. It just
seemed to swell in my hand and then all of a sudden it erupted like a
creamy Mount Vesuvius. The first jet of semen sprayed right up on my
nose, because it was so strong, the next went in my open mouth, and
the third on my chin. I didn't notice any of it, really.

"I, uh, I guess I better be going." Brad was saying. But he was still
cumming, so that didn't make a whole lot of sense.

Stacy was staring at me and she looked decidedly unhappy. I was
staring back, and I don't know how I looked, aside from the sperm on
my face I mean, probably a little embarrassed, because that's what I
was feeling. I mean it would be one thing to *tell* Stacy what I'd had
to do to protect her reputation, but quite another to be *seen* doing
it. It would be like me catching her licking a girl's pussy. And not
just any girl, but someone special to me, like Gina. Stacy was
definitely pissed.

But she wasn't going to give herself away. "Stacy." She sighed,
sounding exactly like me. "You're such a slut."

I was still holding on to Brad's cock and he was still hard, even
though he'd just cum. Most of it had run down over my hand. I let him
go as Stacy's voice seemed to wake me up.

"Uh, Darin. I'm...we were...uh, Brad was just...leaving." I said weakly and
Brad nodded, moving as if he would pull his pants back up, mess or no.

"Oh, don't leave on my account!" My sister forced a giggle. "I've
never seen how it works, I mean...guys. You know." She rolled her eyes a
little, just like I do. "And Brad looks like he's still...happy." She
snapped the words off and I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, sitting up a little straighter and
looking at my goo covered hand, wondering what I was supposed to do
with that. I also had a strange taste in my mouth and I went a little
cross-eyed noticing the sperm on my nose for the first time. I grabbed
one of the small pillows we kept in the living room and rubbed it
across my face, frowning at the mess and blushing furiously.

"Yeah." Stacy shrugged. "I'm fine but, ummmm...you're a mess!" She
laughed at me. "I thought you swallowed that stuff?"

"I, uh...it surprised me." I muttered.

"I should be going." Brad said again. He still hadn't pulled up his
pants though.

"What?" Stacy looked at him. "Aren't you guys going to, you know, do
it?"

"Huh?" I gasped, staring at my sister. Where had that come from?

"Er...Do it?" Brad looked at her and then at me, as if I might have a
clue.

"Yeah, you know...Fucking." She looked at us grinning. "Aren't you? I'd
really...well..." Stacy blushed then, like a virgin really ought to. "I
mean, I'd like to watch." She smiled shyly, but her eyes were cold and
fixed on mine. "If you were going to."

"No!" I shook my head. "We weren't. Were not. No." I stared back at
her.

"You want to...watch?" Brad asked with a smile. I couldn't see it, I was
too busy staring down my sister, but I could hear it in his voice. It
was a dream come true for any red blooded American man. A chance at a
threesome with two beautiful coeds. And not just coeds, but sisters.
And not just any sisters...Twin sisters.

"No Brad." I answered his question before he could ask it.

"Aww, Stacy...she wants to watch!" He laughed. "Who knows, she might
just change her mind about men."

"Yeeeah..." Stacy laughed with him. "I just might like it! Be a raging
hetero or something!"

"I doubt it, Dare!" I stressed my name and gave her a last hard look
before turning to Brad. "Darin will never change her mind, trust me."

"You know I love you, baby." Brad whispered and his penis throbbed. He
had a hand back on my thigh as I sat there on the sofa, kneeling on
the cushions facing him and my sister.

"If you do it, I'll lick your pussy Stacy!" She said, teasing me with
something for which I'd fantasized for years. "I bet you'd love that,
wouldn't you?"

I would love that. More than anything in the world. If Stacy would go
down on me, just once, it would be like a wish come true. But I didn't
want to fuck her boyfriend. I couldn't! How could she even suggest
such a thing? I'd been doing all of this for her, because she'd asked
me to. And now...Stacy was punishing me? It wasn't fair! And I didn't
believe her. People didn't call her my evil twin for nothing.

"Lick me first!" I told her.

"Ohhh nooo!" She laughed. "Afterwards. I wanna see first. Then I'll do
it."

"Oh man!" Brad was practically rubbing his hands together. "That's so
hot, Stace!" He was undressing completely, as if I'd already agreed to
this ludicrous suggestion, pulling his shirt over his head and smiling
at me.

"You promise? You'll really lick me?" I challenged my sister.

"I promise, yeah. I don't mind, I'm a dyke, remember?" She giggled.

"Until I cum!" I said. "You have to make me cum too."

"Sure. Yeah, Stacy, I won't stop until you cum twice!" She winked at
Brad. "How's that?"

"Sounds good to me!" He grinned, yanking his soiled pants all the way
down. "You ready, Stace?" He was standing next to me now, stroking his
obscene penis and looking down at me.

"Uh..." I wasn't, no. How badly did I want to feel my sister doing for
me what I'd always dreamt of? Pretty damn bad, I tell ya. I'd eaten
her to a thousand orgasm since we'd hit puberty and every time, every
single time, she'd left me high and dry. I'd wept sometimes, after
she'd left me, giggling and smoothing her skirts, I'd wept and
fingered myself thinking of her. "Stacy..." I whispered.

She only smiled expectantly.

I took a deep breath, looking up at Brad. "Okay, yeah. I...I'll do it,
yeah." He had no clue that I was a virgin, not technically, my hymen
was long gone. And I'd been fingered a zillion times, even fucked with
a few strap-ons by my girlfriends, but this...this was the real deal. A
real penis inside me for the first time in my life. I was frightened.

Stacy came closer as I allowed Brad to remove my dress, peeling it
down my body slowly and I lifted my butt for him until I was sitting
there naked except for my shoes. I took those of while he watched.
Stacy sat back on Frankenstein, pulling her own skirt up so she could
rub her pussy, pulling the crotch of her panty to the side, mostly
just to tease me, I think. It did make me just a little excited, which
was good, because Brad's penis wasn't doing a thing for me.

But he was trying. Brad sat on the sofa with me, pulling me close so
we could kiss. His hands roamed my body at will, touching me with soft
caresses. I didn't stop him, I only stared past his shoulder, watching
my sister watching me. It felt...depraved. I'd never, ever wanted to see
Stacy with her boyfriends. I didn't even want to hear about it. And
there was no way I'd have invited her to watch me and Gina.
This...interest of hers was bizarre and unsettling and I didn't
understand it at all.

I felt as if I'd been lost all night long.

We'd slipped down to the floor, Brad kissing and licking my body, his
fingers playing with my pussy, rubbing my clit and between my vaginal
lips. It helped, a little, but I was still pretty dry. Any arousal I
felt at all was just my body on automatic pilot, my mind was 10 feet
away, watching Stacy rub her glistening sex. I wanted her so bad.

In fact I was so focused on my sister that it came as a surprise when
I found myself on my back, with Brad spreading my long legs around
him. "Wha...?" I focused my eyes up on Brad. He was rubbing the head
of his cock across my slit, up and down without actually penetrating
me.

"Ohhh...That's so sexy, Stace!" My sister teased. "I bet that big dick
feels so good right now, huh?"

"N-No...uh-uh..." I stared at it with wide eyes. It was just now really
sinking in that Brad was going to put it in me. He was going to fuck
me! I couldn't do it! "Brad...Brad! Wait! I don't..."

But it was suddenly too late as Stacy's boyfriend pushed his cock
inside me, splitting my vaginal walls with a soft grunt and a look on
his face that was nothing short of pure bliss. My sister too seemed to
give me some weird triumphant look, sinking two fingers into her slit,
as if she wanted to share in that moment of penetration.

"I'm not...protected..." I gasped. "Brad! Please! You...uh!..." His cockhead
went deeper and he took my legs in his hands, just behind my knees,
positioning me so my legs were over his shoulders.

"Mmm...yeah, Brad...get her deep!" Stacy laughed and I groaned against the
discomfort of being stretched like that.

"Uh-huh, really deep!" Brad chuckled and gave my sister a smile.
"Goddamn, Stace, you're so tight!"

What was wrong with these two? Couldn't they hear me? My heart was
pounding and it felt like every time he moved it knocked the air out
of my lungs. My body was bent almost double now as Brad leaned over
me, my legs helplessly trapped over his strong shoulders. I pushed at
his chest with my hands.

"Brad! I'm not protected!" I practically shouted and that finally did
get his attention.

"What?" He stared down at me, looking into my wide and frightened
eyes. His cock was as far inside me as it would go and he held it
there, his heavy balls pressed against me, filled with sperm. "What do
you mean, Stacy? You're on the pill, right?"

"I, uh...I stopped. Um..." I didn't know anything about birth control. I'd
never needed to and I shut my eyes as I prepared to tell Brad the
truth, Stacy or no Stacy. I couldn't let her boyfriend do this to me.
"I...need to tell you something..."

"Stacy..." My sister's voice had an edge to it, like she was saying
`Don't you dare!' and that gave me pause. "Brad can just pull out,
Stace. Can't you Brad?"

He glanced at my sister and then smiled down at me. "Yeah, sure. I'll
just pull out, I promise, Stace."

"No...please, Brad...don't..." I was pleading with him, but the man was
already inside me. My pussy was probably a lot tighter than Stacy's,
and every bit as hot and even damp, despite my reluctance. My body
didn't care, it was juicing up nicely and even my clit was betraying
me, buzzing happily as Brad's shaft rubbed beneath it every now and
again.

"Don't worry, Stacy." Brad whispered and he started moving then,
working his long thick penis in and out of me with a steady rhythm
that was hard to resist.

I kept my eyes closed, even when I found my arms going unconsciously
around his neck, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he fucked
me. I'd never been with a man, but you never would have known it if
all you could see was what was on the outside. On the inside I was
frightened and nervous and embarrassed by it all. I didn't feel the
pleasure my body was responding to, the sensations only confused me
even more.

Brad had kept whispering to me, the way lovers do. Telling me how good
it felt, how beautiful I was. But I couldn't respond with much more
than the soft groans his efforts brought from my lungs. Every third or
fourth stroke seemed especially deep and Brad's cockhead would touch
the pillow of my cervix, the first time I'd felt such a thing, and it
was good. It was a brief, mild form of torturous pleasure that brought
a shiver every time.

"Are you cumming, Stacy?" My sister loved teasing me, watching my
reactions to this first real fuck of my life. She'd moved closer,
staring intently and I opened my eyes, watching her. Accusing her
silently as my body rocked in time with her boyfriend's.

"N-No..." I whispered through clenched teeth.

"I'm going to...oh Christ!" Brad was humping me harder, slamming his
cock inside my wet folds over and over. "I'm gonna cum, Stacy!" He
started pulling back, keeping his promise and I sighed with relief.

"Oh no you don't!" Stacy told him sternly and she put her hand on his
ass, pushing him back down. "I want my money's worth!"

"W-What?" I struggled, as if I might sit up under Brad's much larger
form, but I was totally trapped. "No! No...You promised!"

"Ohhh...Stacyyyyy!" Brad's cock went deep inside me, shooting his sperm
right up against my cervix. It was an indistinct warmth, a fiery stain
that surrounded me as even as it filled m and I shuddered at the rush
of emotion it brought.

"You...promised..." I whimpered and shut my eyes, trying to ignore the
pleasure my body was sending me.

"Oh yeah, Brad!" My sister was ecstatic, laughing at me. "Sperm her
good, Brad! Knock her up...She wants it!"

I couldn't believe my sister had done this to me. I just lay there for
several long minutes, unable and unwilling to move. Brad lifted
himself, pulling his softening cock free of my womb and leaving a warm
sticky wetness behind. I felt empty, my vaginal walls contracting on
themselves. He kissed me, calling me Stacy right up until my sister
kicked him out. He protested, of course, thinking he was going to
watch Darin keep her part of the bargain, but that wasn't part of my
sister's scheme.

"Out...Shoo..." She was hurrying the man along, barely giving him time to
get his pants on before she threw his clothes out the door. "You guys
are all the same! Get out of here and don't come back!"

"But Darin!" He looked to me for help. "Stacy...Wait...Tell her..." But I
wasn't even looking at him.

The door closed and the house was mercifully quiet.

"Why?" I whispered, laying there, feeling the remains of my first real
fuck spilling down my thighs.

"We're twins." My sister shrugged. "I was trying to do you a favor. I
thought you'd like it." She was moving closer and straddling my face
with her knees.

"I didn't." I looked up at her with hurt eyes.

"I know." She looked down at me. "Shush now, Dare...and make me feel
good!"

"Wait...you said you'd..."

"Lick you?" My sister laughed, and pushed her soaked pussy down to my
mouth. "No way! I had my fingers crossed!"

I sighed and bit Stacy's clit gently, making her yelp and dig her
fingers into my breasts. She'd never change and she'd never understand
why we were so identical in every way but one. I should have known
better.