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Suddenly Caitlyn Flynn didn’t have anything to do for the evening. Her boyfriend Scott’s buddy scored two last minute tickets to the Dani Murphy gig, sold out for months at any reasonable price. Both he and Scott had been huge fans for years. Caitlin had never gotten into the music, but she didn’t blame Scott for breaking off their fourth date and going. The downside was she didn’t have a lot else to do for the evening. Her other friends were al either busy, or on vacation alone or with families – Caitlin herself wasn’t as she hadn’t fancied going over to Europe with Mom, Dad, Uncle Declan and Cousin Lily. She didn’t like herself for doing so, but she found it hard work being around Lily, poor girl. Still, they were all in Europe and she was theoretically free to spend more time around the boy she liked. She walked home alone from Scott’s house.
As she turned the corner to the street that held her lifelong home, Caitlin’s mind shifted away from vacations and boyfriend. Her house was dark except for up in Conor’s room. The window was open and at least one light was on. He’d said he was going out to take some twilight photography that evening, so Caitlin was surprised. He was often out roaming around experimenting with different lights or just getting great shots at parties. She’d had friends comment they hadn’t noticed him snapping away, but afterwards he’d share out the best pictures. Even the Jocks gave him an easy time as he handed out shots of them looking cool to impress their girls with. She blushed to think again of her brother, the way he made her feel, and tried to put her mind on other things. At least with him home she could stick her head in and see if he wanted to watch TV or something. Maybe get him to show her his newest photos. She’d be able to look at him while he was distracted, lean in close, ‘ironically’ ruffle his hair, and even smell him. He could never know how she felt, she knew; it just wasn’t right. Quietly, she opened the front door and went inside.
Upstairs Conor Flynn was engaged in one of his hobbies, oblivious to his twin’s return home. The thing about being a photography geek, if you aren’t a jerk, is that after a while nobody thinks anything of it when you’re taking shots. Sometimes they’d notice and pose a little, but often he could catch people in natural poses. He knew dorks who used the freedom to take too-candid photos of any girl (in one case, guy) they could find. Not Conor Flynn. There was only one girl for him, a girl he believed he could never have. If you looked for it, his growing desire showed in his photo portfolio. Caitlin would appear in the background of pictures he was taking as if by chance, until more and more he was snapping his sister as many times as he did anything else. His latest and greatest photo featured Caitlin, oblivious, scratching her inner thigh at a pool party. She’d gone for the cutest black bikini that accentuated her pale skin and contrasted her luxuriant shoulder length red hair.
The hobby that evening wasn’t strictly photography. Conor lay naked on his bed. He held the glossy self-developed shot of his sister in one hand and his hard cock in the other. He stroked himself over her pretty smile and luscious body. He knew some girls thought he was kind of a dork, but Caitlin had always been good to him. He knew it was wrong to feel the way he did about Caitlin, but he always assumed his fantasies would remain a secret. The ones where they made love, had a child, lived together as a ‘single mother’ and her helpful bachelor brother. Adjusting the grip on his cock, he focussed on her face. Conor stroked harder, feeling the pleasure build in his cock as he imagined them rutting together by the pool, her bikini bottoms pushed to one side. Her legs wrapped around him. Her lips on his. His sister. His-
“That’s me!”
Caitlin’s deeply surprised voice caught him mid-stroke. His twin stood in the bedroom doorway, and Conor hadn’t even heard the door open. He would have sworn it was locked, hell, he’d also have sworn nobody else was home. He’d seen her leave for that date with Scott!
“Uh…” he managed.
There was no way she couldn’t have seen him holding up her picture as he jerked his hard cock over it. Hell, her statement proved it. His hand froze on his tool as he twisted his head towards Caitlin, and blushed darkly. ‘Oh, god’, he thought ‘why hadn’t she knocked?’ Embarrassment filled his mind, to be not only caught masturbating over his sister, but also to be caught by his sister! If it had been their Mom, she’d have gone into denial, and his Dad would have been pissed off, felt disgusted and angry, but ultimately wouldn’t have let Caitlin know. She would never have found out. Now he might never see her again.
“Ah..” he tried again.
There was a touch of anger in the embarrassment, that she had had burst into his bedroom without knocking. They were both well past 18, far from being children. Caitlin had gone through a phase of bursting aksaray escort in on him on the toilet, and laughing. They’d had to put a lock there too. He twisted around on his bed, covering his cock and the photo with the pillow, and drew breath to make more than noises, to try to justify the unjustifiable.
Caitlin shocked the speech from him again by kicking the door closed behind her. She smiled wickedly at her brother, clasped her hands together, and pressed her arms inwards to plump her cleavage.
“Why the hell would you jerk off over a picture when you could have the real me anytime you wanted, twin bro?”
Caitlin thought the line sounded a little ‘adult movie’, but it fit what she wanted. There was no nervousness in her voice; just wanton desire. For ages, whenever she played with herself, it was Conor she thought about. She had been with a few guys in a few different ways, from touching to fucking. With all of them she’d found her mind wandering until it was her brother in her hand, her mouth, her snatch. Pretending they wore no condom, that her brother was getting her pregnant. Then she’d come quick and loud and give the guys an undeserved ego boost. Caitlin believed there was a bond twins had that nobody else could understand. They’d shared their Mom’s womb, and she wanted to share hers with him too. Inside her panties Caitlin’s pussy grew wet, her labia swelled and opened slightly, as she ran her eyes down Conor’s torso to where his thick, but not too long, circumcised cock was hidden by the pillow. She’d still had a good look before he covered it. She felt lucky the other girls hadn’t found out about that. Geek or no, there were some who would have been all over it. He’d grown since those toilet prank days. Her nipples had hardened inside her bra.
Conor couldn’t find the words. His rising anger had vanished as quickly as it formed, and his intense arousal as Caitlin slinked towards him was almost too much to bear. He never considered she might be pranking him. There was too much raw need in her eyes. Any lingering moral doubts he held over wanting to fuck his sister burned away in the gaze of her smouldering eyes. Conor moved the pillow back up the bed and stood up. Let her see him all. His cock had re-erected quickly and left him with an ache in his balls. He thought he was going to spurt then and there, but he finally found the words he needed to ask,
“Are… you sure you want to…?”
“Totally sure. I want you more than anything, Right here. Tonight. And you? You want to… your first time? All the way? With your sister? We’re so perverted. Right?” Caitlin’s words came out in a rush.
Conor nodded, managed to breathe “Yes.”
Caitlin winked, and unbuttoned. She’d imagined stripping for him so many times, but usually with Conor coming onto her first. She dropped her blouse slowly to the floor and gave another little. Then she reached back to the bra catch and bared herself before her brother’s gaze. Her bra landed on the floor, beside the blouse, both immediately forgotten. All strip, no tease. Caitlin’s nipples stuck out hard from her flushed breasts, signalling her deep arousal. Conor wanted to take them into his mouth and taste them, massage them with his hands. He’d never had the chance to fondle a real breast. The bikini picture fluttered from his fingers.
Before he had the chance to reach for his sister, Caitlin sank to her knees and took Conor’s cock into her mouth. Unsure what to do with his hands, he held them awkwardly to the sides, and then stroked Caitlin’s soft red hair. Funny how guys had joked about him being ginger, but Caitlin’s was the same shade. As her lips closed around his shaft, Conor’s knees trembled with excitement. He had to lean partly on Caitlin’s shoulders to stay standing. She moaned around his cock and looked up to meet his eyes. Both brother and sister knew that Conor wouldn’t last long; he’d been close to blowing his load over Caitlin’s picture even before she came in. Caitlin licked around the head of her brother’s hard cock, and gently teased it with her teeth. She pulled off and kissed the crown, then swallowed again.
“Cait! That’s… oh…!”
Caitlin pushed a hand into her pants, slid into her pink panties. She was dripping almost as much as if she’d wet herself. The pleasure she derived from knowing it was her own brother’s thick shaft between her lips was almost as great as the pleasure she took from rubbing herself. She pinched a nipple with her other hand. Conor’s twitching cock reached the back of her throat. She swallowed it expertly, the zany sword swallowing class she’d taken the previous summer having trained her gag reflex more than her boyfriends. She swallowed his length with ease.
“That feels so good! Oh shit, sis… you’re amazing!”
It was a new surprise on a night of surprises for Conor as more and more of his cock disappeared between his sister’s subtly painted lips. He had an idea from artvin escort the school locker rooms that he was a decent size. He knew he was bigger than poor Jake, and even Moose. Why did every school have a moose? In the porn he’d seen there were guys with cocks of similar or smaller width though they tended to be longer. He’d thought maybe he’d never meet a girl who’d take his in her mouth, let alone swallow it all. Caitlin’s face pressed into his ginger bush. His twin sister’s lovely eyes looked up at him, pale green, focussed. He was about to come. He could feel his cock twitching, and the familiar sensation of approaching climax in his balls, but far more intense than from whacking off. He was going to come a lot. His balls tightened up at the base of his shaft.
She had her brother’s balls against her chin. He was stretching her throat out. The smell and the taste of him filled her world. She pulled gently back along the shaft and breathed in deeply, tongue on his crown. His precum mixed with her saliva. It seemed even thicker than it had been, drooling from the tip, as she looked down from his face for a moment to admire his slick length. She raised her eyes again and swallowed him anew with a happy gurgle. Her pussy ached beneath her fingers. She felt him try to pull away, to avoid coming in her mouth. Caitlin gripped his ass with sticky fingers and swallowed him whole. His hands found her wrists. She wanted her brother’s sperm in her stomach, and she got it.
“Oh God, sis! I’m coming,” Conor groaned.
Caitlin felt his cock pulse and then he spurted heavily down her throat. There was a force and quantity she doubt he managed while jerking off. She slowly pulled back along Conor’s shaft, letting the last spurts cream into her mouth. Caitlin moaned around her brother’s meat. The taste of his cum in her mouth brought her even closer to a climax of her own. She’d never tasted any other man’s sperm, only their latex wrapping. It was different than she expected, but just knowing it was her brother’s made it ambrosia to her. She squeezed his buttocks with her hands and then dropped them away. His tool slid from her mouth as he collapsed to his knees. He left a thin trail of sperm down her chin.
Conor’s cock only softened slightly. Caitlin had taken the edge off him, but she hoped for a good hard fuck, the fuck of her dreams, before much longer. She stood, and left him kneeling. Caitlin quickly unbuttoned her pants, and tugged off her boots. The crotch of Caitlin’s panties was sodden with her juice. She tugged them off too, and dangled them before his nose. She suppressed a giggle at the thought that he might keep them as a souvenir of their first time. Brushing her fingers down her flat belly, Caitlin knew what souvenir she wanted.
Her brother stayed kneeling, eyes closed, panting softly. Lost in post-orgasmic thought. As Conor’s orgasm passed he thought about what he’d just done. He’d been sucked off by his own sister, his flesh and blood twin. A first ever blow job he could not boast about. He’d put his semen into her mouth and left it dripping down her chin. He expected shame, but there was none. There was only his deep and lifelong love for his sister, Caitlin and his more recent incestuous lust for her hot body. He smelled her dangling panties and drew in a deep breath. Conor opened his eyes. He smiled broadly.
“Hey, bro… wouldn’t this make a hot picture?”
Caitlin matched his gaze, eyes ablaze with lust, and flicked out her tongue to clean the strand of sperm from her chin. She held her arms open to her brother, and he stood up to kiss her passionately. Brother’s and Sister’s tongues entwined for long hot seconds. The fire in Caitlin’s belly was growing unbearable, and she needed release. She broke the kiss to lie down sideways across the bed, with her ass at the edge. Caitlin spread her legs wider until her feet couldn’t quite reach the floor where they hung down. She gave her pussy another lazy rub. Her red bush spread around her open labia, the pinkness within tantalising to the eye.
Conor understood Caitlin’s need without words. He didn’t just jump on and start humping away with his still sensitive cock. Instead, he went back to his knees and dropped his head down between his sister’s glistening thighs. He thought back to the cunnilingus guides he had read, fantasising that it would be Caitlin he’d do it too, never believing he would. He knew porn didn’t show any of that shit properly at least, plus so few of the models looked like Caitlin. He started high, kissing her smooth tummy, then down her around labia and around her swollen clit, teasing lightly. He felt a leg lifted around his neck, onto his back. His sisters most intimate scents filled his world. He stroked her thighs with his hands, not trusting his co-ordination for anything else.
Caitlin’s eyes were open wide and she moaned incoherently as her brother licked her neatly furred pussy with long strokes, tasting bartın escort her intimate juices. None of the few guys she’d known had offered to go down on her. Her brother did it eagerly. It didn’t take long, quicker even than she’d got him to come. She felt him zero in on her clit. He flicked his tongue against her bud once, twice, three longer times and she went over the edge. Caitlin’s back arched off the floor as the most powerful orgasm of her life tore through her body. A full body climax that hit from flaming hair to flushed toes. She squirted a little for the first time.
Her ecstatic scream burst out of the window and surprised neighbours taking the evening air. None of the them realised it was Caitlin screaming in pure pleasure and joy from the incestuous oral loving of her brother Conor. The edge of the bed grew damp under Caitlin as Conor kept on licking, suckling and tasting. He was inexperienced but enthusiastic. He drove his sister through several powerful orgasms and many smaller orgasms that felt like a continuous wave of pleasure rushing through her taut body. She screamed and moaned, hands gripping his head, close to passing out, before the sensitivity grew too great and she pushed him back with shaking hands. She rolled around onto the bed until her head hit the remaining pillow.
“Oh. My. God. You are the best,” she whispered fervently, eyes closed.
“No way! You are the best!”
Conor’s room stank of sex. Anybody entering would have no doubt what the twins had been doing to each other. It would need a good airing before their parents came back from vacation. Conor stood up and wiped chin with his wrist. Damn, but his sister had tasted good. Damn, but his sister looked good. His twin was sprawled sweatily on his bed with her legs wide; she had a hand toying with her red pubes, the other pushing the hair back from her face. She was so pretty.
“Nobody’s ever done it as much as that for me. You could make another girl very happy.”
“I don’t want any other girl.”
Conor’s sticky tool was hard as ever as he moved around to the foot of the bed and climbed on. He started kissing his way back up Caitlin’s body; her feet, her calves, knees and thighs, her navel. He paused on her gorgeous creamy pale breasts, massaging the mounds as he sucked and nibbled on her surprisingly dark nipples. They were just right, not too big, not too small, firm and perky. She didn’t need a bikini to make them pretty. He thought that if he only asked, his sister would willingly wrap them around his cock and masturbate him with them until he spurted into the crook of her neck. Just as he’d do anything she asked of him. That could wait though, because they both wanted more right then.
“Cait. Caitlin,” he began, when his face was over hers, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, bro,” Caitlin gasped back, her voice cracking with raw emotion, “I’ve wanted you inside me for so long. If only I’d known you felt the same way…”
“Sssh… doesn’t matter. We know now…”
Brother and sister kissed again. He was a little short for a guy, she a little tall for a girl. They had the same height to go with their matching hair and skin tones. Their tongues were evenly matched, though again there was inexperience to Conor’s kisses. She would teach him all he needed to know. Caitlin ran her hands up Conor’s skinny body. He had a strength to him that some had underestimated, but his photography showed the soul of an artist. She could feel her brother’s hard cock against her belly. The size and heat of it excited her almost as much as the incredible intimacy of their sloppy kisses. Just the feel of his body on hers… She bucked her hips up at him, and then wrapped a leg half-around her brother’s body. She reached one hand down to his shaft, fingers softly on it, ready to guide him in.
“Take me Conor! Please, I need you!”
“Cait!”
Conor adjusted his position; purple crown rubbing between swollen lips as Caitlin’s fingers steered, and then he was inside his sister. Quicker than either of them expected, he slid deeply into Caitlin. She was so wet that there was little resistance, but she was still tight around Conor’s cock as he penetrated her until his pubic hair pressed into his sister’s matching-furred snatch and neither could have said whose pubes were whose. He felt her hands on his hips, knew she would guide the speed. Help them both take the most pleasure from their coupling. Joined at the crotch and joined at the soul. They kissed again, and it seemed the most intense moment of their lives, before Conor began to thrust himself in and out of Caitlin.
They weren’t just fucking each other; they were making love – deep, sibling, love. There was no thought of consequences or shame, just that they loved each other deeply and dearly and wanted this act to last forever. Their young bodies moved together, Caitlin’s legs and arms wrapped around her brother’s thin frame as he pounded into her for all he was worth. Sweat soaked both as they rutted, and they breathed raggedly between passionately inflamed kisses. He stretched her and filled her and rubbed her engorged clit on his strokes all at the same time. Caitlin’s reaction was loud and eager.