The Singing Siblings 3

Beca checked her phone. Anna checked her own. Both agreed. Their parents were twenty-six minutes from returning home.

It was a week after the twins’ thirtieth birthday. They had enjoyed their twenties, the youth and vigor, the curiosity of exploration. But while they intended to keep in great shape for each other as long as they could, both Anna and Beca agreed that they didn’t want another decade of secretiveness, of furtive loving instead of shameless exhibition.

And so, with one final look into each other’s eyes, Anna switched the app on her phone to a file upload service. She pressed the button as, on Beca’s phone, the tracking program showed that their parents were a minute closer to getting home.

They had already uploaded countless sex tapes up to the cloud, but until now, those video files were for their private perusal. Now, they were free for anyone to access, with links up on their social media. It would, perhaps, only be seconds now until screen captures and gifs were being circulated, the files downloaded, reuploaded, squirreled away just in case the upload was undone.

But it wouldn’t be. They wanted everyone to know that they had not only made those sex tapes, but deliberately shared them with the world, and that they were perfectly willing to broadcast their shared sexuality more, if the price was right.

Already, they had been offered large sums of money to pose for Playboy or perform at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. But what they wanted was to have sex, in public, or at least in front of a crowd.

It was a toss-up whether it would pay as much as a more crowd-pleasing, family-friendly image, but neither of them cared. They knew the sex would be all the more fantastic if they were living openly as they really were.

Now that it was done, they both felt an feverish sort of urgency, a frenzy they were loathe to be patient with. They stripped, each eying the other’s body.

They were identical, of course. Anna’s small breasts, their sweet curves and plump little nipples promising hours of groping pleasure despite their delicate heft. Beca’s lithe body, thin, curving only in miniature, but awash with pale, creamy skin—a few freckles like brushstrokes visible on a painting, only to make it clear she was real and not an imagining. Then their trim legs, the neatly shaved hollows of their groins, even the tiny little toes painted the same shade of pink.

For both sisters, looking at each other could’ve been the same as staring into a mirror. But it was far more arousing. It was seeing someone she could touch and tease and satisfy, someone who could do all those things to her. Both those things had happened and the memories hung in the air like perfume on hotly aroused flesh. There was nothing like the pleasure that came from these two bodies that knew each other so well.

Beca moved first, sliding her hand gently out until it was touching Anna’s mound. She rubbed there softly, using only the tips of her fingers. Putting most of her attention on watching her sister’s face.

Anna’s eyes closed and her head lolled back. Her lips were half open and they let out a low, steady moan of satisfaction.

Beca slowly increased the pressure of her hand, touching more and more of her twin’s cunt. She squeezed the moistening gates, skillfully working pleasure into the tender flesh.

“Good!” Anna moaned. “Oh, Beca, it feels so good the way you do it!”

Beca’s body quivered with need. She ran her index finger with delicious anticipation down into the furrow of her sister’s warming sex. She could feel the wetness of Anna’s juices and knew her own saliva would soon mingle with the dampness in a combination that could only leave them both sated.

She probed deeper, her fingertip pushing aside the engorged lips of Anna’s slit and feeling in-between. She wiggled that penetration, lasciviously thrilled by the idea that what was meant for a man’s cock was now a way for her to give her sister sumptuous enjoyment.

“Aagh!” Anna groaned, half out of her mind with seething desire that was only beginning to be met.

Beca smiled and forced her finger in deeper, feeling Anna’s pussy really convulse now as it was impaled. Then she pumped her finger in and out, giving Anna the delights of a cock, but with a knowing and artistic touch that she knew only the two of them could give to each other.

Anna’s hips responded naturally. They quickly rose and fell, fucking herself as much as Beca’s skewering finger, both of them only able to separate their union for the brief interval it took to then rush back together.

Anna was turned on so much that she didn’t know how so much lust could fit into her petite body. She rolled her hips up from the couch faster and faster, all but raping the hand that Beca kept on her slot.

She was not only fucking her sister, she was being fucked by her sister. They were both incestuous, lesbian lovers and the sheer fact of that added a spice to their fucking that nothing else could give her.

And on that note, Anna came.

“COMMMIIINNGG!” she cried as the mind-blowing deliciousness blasted through her system, leaving her shaken and sweaty.

As soon as Anna’s climax had peaked, she flipped Beca over onto her back, determined to get the same delights from her sister that Beca had enjoyed with her. Wordlessly, Beca opened her legs, and Anna knelt between them, her tongue already reaching out through the lovely auburn patch that protected Beca’s pussy from everything but Anna’s tongue.

Anna’s teasing tongue sampled Beca’s wet slit. It flicked back and forth, determining that as warm and moist as Beca’s pussy was, it was even warmer and wetter when she dipped inside. But she didn’t yet fully explore the aching inside of Beca’s sex. Her body was still too rattled by her orgasm to give Beca’s pleasure the attention it deserved. Anna was content to lap at Beca’s cunt, whetting her appetite for that sweet taste, knowing that soon she would gorge herself on it.

“Oh GOD, ANNA! Don’t do this to me! I know you love how I taste, so love it!” Beca whined, thrashing her arms against the couch cushion, her bare ass pumping up and down as she tried to force herself on the offering of Anna’s tongue.

But Anna would only grin and wait, savoring Beca’s pussy with only the tip of her tongue. She waited until Beca’s hips were going really desperately before she stuck out her tongue and let Beca impale herself on it.

“OH FUCK YES!” Beca screamed, clasping tight the armrest over her head.

But even now Anna didn’t thrust as deep into Beca as her sister wanted. Instead, she ran her tongue up through Beca’s opening. Until it pressed against the swelling hood of Beca’s clit, coaxing it fully into stiffened arousal. When the growing button poked out into the open air, her tongue danced about it in a never-ending lick that proved Beca completely unprepared for the ecstasy she’d been after.

“HNN! HAA! YESSSS!” Beca crooned as waves of thundering lusciousness rippled through her. Her hands clawed at her own body while her hips arched up, like she was trying to push out of her body the sudden intense need she felt dominating her senses.

“Pleeease, yesss, I need it, please!!” Beca moaned.

Anna took her tongue off Beca’s clit and ran it down, down, down to where her slot opened up. Then, in one demanding thrust, she drove her tongue all the way into Beca’s snatch.

“AAAANNNN!” Beca screamed.

Every nerve in her body was vibrating, rushing to be heard first in her overloaded mind. Reaching down, Beca grabbed Anna by the back of the head and pressed her harder into the openness of her thighs.

Anna didn’t care. No matter what Beca did, she would lick and suck the delicious feast before her, lapping up every drop of cream that flowed freely onto her tongue. She licked in and out of Beca’s trembling pussy, expertly using her own tongue as a sex toy, making sure that Beca felt it on every wall and every fold of her sugary cunt.

“MMMMMMMMMM!” Beca sighed only seconds later, her orgasm taking too much out of her for the twin to be as loud as the feeling deserved.

Anna continued to fuck her tongue in and out of Beca all through her climax. She felt Beca’s orgasmic cunt all around her tongue, quaking violently on her face as Beca’s arms heaved and she held Anna even tighter to her cunt. Anna herself felt like coming, moaning with excitement though the sound was lost in the pressure of Beca’s wet sex.

Anna planted one long, hard kiss on Beca’s stinging clit and then rose up over her sister, looking down at her and delighting at the thought that they were identical—that she looked just the same as Beca, with a woman’s ecstatic nectar covering her face and dripping down into her naked cleavage. They had both come and come hard and this was only one more bout of sexual rapture they would enjoy in their lives together.