Pitch Perfect: The Singing Sibling

The sun was high in the sky when Beca awakened. She stretched, feeling wonderful. As goofy as it sounded, being out in nature was something special. No jarring manmade noises, no roads or buildings to break up the flow of her eye from one natural thing to another. And the only person was her twin sister Anna.

She rolled to her side and glanced at Anna, still resting in her sleeping bag. Maybe it was narcissistic of her, but she got along well with her twin. Her twin was good company. Anna was a lot like her, and not just in looks. They weren’t the kind of twins who had completely different personalities.

Which, again, made Beca seem full of herself. But she wouldn’t say she was good company. Just that Anna was good to spend time with.

Quietly wiggling out of her own sleeping bag without noisily undoing the zipper, Beca stood and took a pair of blue jeans and a blouse from her knapsack. She didn’t bother with a bra and panties, but pulled the loose, comfortable clothing on over her bare skin.

It made her feel wicked; she was tempted to go entirely naked, but she wasn’t that much of a nature lover. She still wanted something between herself and the animals out there. Maybe if a deer came out of the woods to eat from her hand, she wouldn’t mind being naked with it, but anything that had more than four legs, she needed her clothes.

Then again, Beca was something of a hypocrite. She already planned to swim in the nearby river and she wasn’t going to have anything on for that.

Slowly strolling down to the river, she enjoyed the feel of the sun heating up her clothes and burnishing her skin. She appreciated it even more after her swim, when she laid out on the bank to let the sunlight dry her off. Lying there, alone and unseen and unknown, perfectly naked, seemed like the capper to everything she loved about camping.

In time, it might grate on her, and she’d love to be back in civilization. But for now, she felt all the toxins of modern living leeching away. And even the good stuff didn’t seem all that important.

Beca didn’t know how long she spent soaking in the sun, but she was dry by the time she smelt fresh brewing coffee. It was good, even if it was a ‘real world’ kinda thing. A nice icebreaker for her inevitable return to the land of the civilized. She gave in, however reluctantly, putting on her jeans and blouse and following the enticing aroma back to her tent.

There, Anna squatted beside the campfire. She looked up at Beca and smiled at her approach. She wasn’t wearing anything. Clearly, she’d felt the same call to nudity as Beca, but unlike her twin, she hadn’t seen any reason to resist.

Then again, Anna hadn’t strayed far from the candle that was (if it worked as advertised) killing every bug within a tenth of a mile.

“How like you to come back just after I’ve done all the work,” Anna joked.

“Boiling water and adding coffee grounds,” Beca said. “Real hardship.”

“I had to start a fire too,” Anna said, picking up a half-burnt match from the ground. “Want a cup?”

“Mmm,” Beca nodded, taking the tin cup from Anna and sipping it. “Hey, that’s not bad. I’ve decided—you can keep telling people you’re my sister. I won’t deny it.”

With the cup she’d meant to use given to Beca, Anna got another one out and filled it from the pot she had on the fire. “How about you work on breakfast?”

Beca pursed her lips consideringly. “Any requests?”

“I think I saw some wild blackberries in the woods yesterday. They’d go well with pancakes.”

“You want to go picking blackberries with me? That seems like a good way to get me alone.”

“I have you alone,” Anna pointed out, picking up a bowl to hand to Beca. “If I want to do something with you, I can do it right here.”

“Then don’t you want to do something with me?” Beca challenged, stretching out her own lovely body and tracing her eyes over Anna’s nudity—making the point that her own flesh looked as good as what Anna exposed.

Anna stood up, flaunting herself before Beca’s admiring eyes. As vain as it was to enjoy the sight of her own mirrored body, Beca still happily did. “I want to shave your pussy like mine. You look too hairy out here in the middle of nowhere. It’s not natural.”

“Pretty sure it’s having wax on your vag that isn’t natural,” Beca corrected her, even as she appreciated the sight of Anna’s hairless labia. She couldn’t help but think that was what her own cunt really looked like. “You look so… naked!”

“That’s the idea,” Anna told her, running a finger down the pouting lips of her shaved sex. Without a single follicle of hair in the way, Beca could see absolutely everything happening between her fingertip and her folds. It was thrillingly obscene. “How about it, sis? Let me give you a pussy as pretty as mine?”

“Well, I… yes! As long as you promise to want to eat my cunt as much as I want to eat yours.”

Anna disappeared into the tent. “Oh, I already do, definitely. But shaving that pussy will make it a lot more fun. You haven’t lived until you’ve eaten a hairless cunt.”

Beca laid down, looking up at the bright blue sky. Out here, the clouds seemed bigger, more vibrant, and closer. She was still wondering how they could be so different from how they were over a town or city when Anna came back with her shaving implements. Beca’s triangle of disheveled brown curls was easy to trim away with scissors, leaving a field of coarse stubble.

Having rubbed a little shaving cream into Beca’s thatch, Anna got to the real work. As careful as she’d been with the scissors, Anna was even slower, almost tender with the razor. Starting from the base of Beca’s thighs, she made short strokes of the blade around Beca’s actual slot. Then she stretched the skin between Beca’s pussy and her anus and she painstakingly shaved that.

Soon it was all creamy skin except for a tuft of shaving cream along Beca’s labia. Anna grinned mischievously. She put two fingers inside Beca, then three—

“Hey, don’t you want to finish the job first?” Beca gasped.

“I need to straighten you out for this part,” Anna said innocently.

“Yeah, real straight…”

With a fourth, final finger, Anna had Beca filled. Beca struggled to control her breathing. Usually at this point she’d be writhing and moaning—it wasn’t lost on her how easily Anna’s fingers had gone into her pussy. But she held herself still as Anna passed the razor over the slopes of her labia.

When she wiped away the last traces of shaving cream, all Beca could see of her cunt was her actual cunt. Smooth, soft skin and the vivid candy pink of her opening itself, the lips small and unobtrusive… her clit seemed enormous now. It was no wonder Anna always managed to find it.

“Would it be self-serving to say you have a beautiful pussy?” Anna asked, jovial but also unable to take her eyes away from Beca’s freshly shorn snatch.

“Because it’s just like yours or because you’re the one who made it pretty?”

Anna grinned, as though one or the other hadn’t occurred to her.

Just looking at Beca’s beautifully explicit nudity, like a statue without a grain of dirt on it, Anna ached. She remembered putting her fingers into Beca and knew she hadn’t savored being inside her nearly enough. She brought her fingers to Beca’s slit, playfully tousling her fingertips along the scalloped edges of Beca’s womanhood, asking to be let into her.

Of course, Beca responded by reaching down and holding her labia open, as much as telling Anna that’s where she wanted her experienced fingers to go.

Anna pushed the tip of her middle finger inside of Beca. Her twin rocked her hips, partly fucking herself on that welcome penetration, partly just expressing the bodily pleasure she was feeling. Anna stroked her finger along with Beca’s motions, making sure that no matter how Beca moved, she took Anna’s insertion deeper and deeper into herself.

Beca breathed faster, harder. Without her pubic hair seeming to blunt her impalement, she was even more acutely aware of being entered than when Anna had fingered her before. “You’re going to make me come so hard you won’t be able to get your finger back!”

“That’s actually pretty easy,” Anna said, lying down beside her twin until they looked like mirror images—a reflection reaching out of the glass to touch the other’s cunt. “Put your finger in my pussy. I’ll show you.”

Anna’s sex thrummed with the heated rippling running through it, coming off of Beca’s finger as it slipped inside her like her twin’s digit was on fire. Beca imitated how Anna had fingered her, sliding her hand back and forth, Anna letting her body sway slightly with the movement and the sensation that dominated her awareness.

“How’s it feel?” Anna asked.

“Soft. Easy to get my finger in.” Beca grinned adorably. “Really wet too. Like you really enjoyed getting to shave my pussy.”

“I knew how good it would look without all those pubes,” Anna retorted. “Just thinking about how good you look, sis, mmmm—”

She tightened her inner muscles.

“Oh my God!” Beca gasped, drawing her finger out slowly and feeling Anna’s clenched folds try to pull it back with each centimeter it moved. “You’re like a virgin suddenly. Like it’s Old Home Week in your pussy.”

“It’s real easy,” Anna assured her, still stroking her own finger in and out of Beca’s pussy. “Tighten up around my finger. Try to hold onto it.”

“I don’t know how.”

“Pretend your bladder is full and you’re trying real hard not to piss.”

Beca did, clenching the rarely used muscles inside herself until they embraced Anna’s finger. Anna could still move it through the pressure, but there was more effort involved. And feeling the strain inside herself increased Beca’s pleasure.

She broke out into a fine sweat, her face flushing, her hair becoming disheveled. Strands of it stuck to her sweaty, reddened face.

“I think it’s working, sis,” Anna teased.

“You were right, it’s easy. I just had to hold myself shut and—oh wow.”

“You learn fast. Now let’s see how strong those muscles really are.”

Anna hooked her finger a little and probed around for Beca’s clit. Just when she touched it, Beca gasped and jerked her hips. Out of breath, Beca braced herself for the next time Anna hit her clit and made her jolt so pleasurably.

Anna surprised her though. Her finger found her clit again, but barely put any pressure on the sensitive nub. Beca still sucked her breath in, waiting tautly as the warm glow mounted. She touched Anna’s clit; her twin moaned and tossed her head about.

Anna took her finger away from Beca’s clit and Beca did the same. Their asses lowered to the floor, satisfied and a little tender and wanting more already. Anna slid her finger back towards Beca’s clit. Anna did the same. At her touch, Beca’s ass lunged into the air. It twitched up and down with each touch on her clit.

Anna’s breath came out panting, almost whinnying. She keened every time her clit was touched. Beca fingered her back with the same skill. Her sex glowed warmer and warmer, not just from Anna’s touch, but from what she was doing to her sister.

Beca stiffened against Anna. Her juices ran over Anna’s finger like a sheet of silk. Anna held her finger tight against the girl’s clit, keeping her body quivering and quivering. The heat in her own pussy kept flaring higher.

Then Anna braced her knees and brought her hips up, forcing her pussy onto Beca’s hand. She forced herself higher, higher, making Beca give her more of the touch she craved.

“Ohhhh!” Anna cooed, as she finally got enough.

She arched her back, stiffening as her own cream flowed from her. While it poured out, she quivered against her sister. Her head turned. Beca was waiting for it, her lips parted, the tip of her tongue sticking out like a greeting.

Anna gently touched the tip of her tongue to Beca’s. She felt the loveliest feeling of warmth inside the blistering heat of her pleasure. Her orgasm pumped out of her, taking her strength with it.

Anna let her ass drift down to the ground. The burst of orgasmic energy had been fleeting. Now it was gone. But Beca’s tongue was sweet against hers, warm and soft, giving her just enough strength to continue the kiss. She closed her eyes, not intending to open them again until more energy had found its way into her wrecked body.

It was sweet just to dream in the vicinity of Beca, her sister, who tried to hard to please her and who was so much fun to please in turn.