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Twin Sisters' Anal Delight

Twin Sister Delights 4

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

by

Reed James

Copyright © 2018 by Reed James

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Naughty Excerpt from “Twin Sisters' Anal Delight”

Why do you have okaasan's panties?” I asked. “Minako thinks that's weird.” I always referred to myself in the third person. It just felt so weird using the pronoun “I.” Kimiko claimed I did it to sound like a cute, little sister for the big brother I secretly craved.

And... she might be right.

Because these were on her all night long, onee-chan,” she answered, bringing the crotch to her mouth. She shivered, inhaling, her small breasts jiggling. “You can smell her. Her pussy. Mmm, it's delicious.”

My sister pulled our mother's panties from her mouth, a look of absolute joy flashing across her expression. Then she shoved them into my face. The cotton rubbed across my lips and nose. She clamped it about me like a rag. I felt like she was trying to kidnap me, smothering me with chloroform or something.

Breathe it in, onee-chan,” she groaned, a shudder to her word. “Just inhale. Mother smells delicious.”

I had to breathe. I couldn't stop myself and... I smelled a spicy musk. Not the same as our tangy passion, a different flavor. A surge of heat rushed out of my pussy as I inhaled again. A deep one. I filled my lungs, drawing in as much air as I could through my nose.

You like it, don't you?” purred Kimiko. She pressed her body against my back, her nipples hard, her bush tickling my rump. “The smell of our mother? It turns you on, doesn't it, sister-slut?”

I only moaned in answer, my body shuddering. Mother did smell so delicious. I closed my eyes, reveling in the spicy scent. My body quivered. My hand grabbed the panties, holding them to my face. My eyes fluttered. It was so wrong to do this. To smell our mother's panties. I felt so naughty.

My sister's hands roamed my body. She cupped my small titties with both her hands, squeezing and kneading them. Her thumbs swept across my areolas and nipples. She rubbed them, pressing them into my breasts. It made me ache and throb. I whimpered into our mother's panties, heat blossoming between my thighs.

Mmm, yes, yes, that's it, my sister-slut, just rub okaasan's panties on your face,” she moaned. “Is it making your cunt wet?”

Yes, onee-sama,” I whimpered, my asshole clenching around the butt plug. Cream ran down my thighs, my pussy on fire. “Minako is such a wicked slut for getting so turned on by okaasan's panties.”

Yes, you are,” moaned my twin. Her hands squeezed my tits then they moved. I shuddered as one slid down to my stomach, caressing me with hot fingers. “Just a filthy, little lesbian whore for getting turned on by okaasan.”

Her hand slid past my bellybutton, circling my little divot, and finding the silky curls of my pubic hair. I shuddered as she danced through my curls, caressing me, making me squirm and tremble. I whimpered, my body shivering at the feel of her naughty touch.

I gasped as she reached my pussy lips. She stroked up and down my slit. I rubbed our mother's panties tighter against my face, taking another whiff as her fingers danced along my juicy labia. My bowels squeezed around the butt plug as pleasure stirred through me.

Her other hand swept around my hips and between our bodies. She groped my rump, squeezing my butt-cheeks. Her fingers dipped into my crack while her other digits stroked my clit. I shuddered against her as she slid them down through my ass-crack and found the knob of the butt plug.

Onee-sama!” I gasped as she seized the knob of my butt plug and pushed the cone-shaped toy deeper into my rectum. A hot pleasure radiated out from my bowels, meeting the delight brimming in my pussy.

Mmm, you like that, sister-slut?” she purred into my ear, her nipples so hard on my back. “You like it when I play with your cunt and asshole? Huh? While you're reveling in the smell of okaasan's panties.”

Minako does, onee-sama,” I whimpered.

Her fingers danced on my clit while she worked the butt plug in and out of my asshole. I gasped and shuddered as the cone would pop out of my sphincter then she would shove it back in, stretching out my anal ring over and over. My toes curled against the cold tiles of the floor. I whimpered, the sounds echoing around us.

To find out what happens next, read on!



Twin Sisters' Anal Delight

Come on, onee-chan,” a voice called as I walked with my friend through the streets of Tokyo. “Get up.”

The laughter around me abruptly ended as my eyes opened. The dream faded away. I wasn't in Tokyo but staring at my naked twin sister kneeling over me on our futon. I blinked, sleep falling away from me. My eyes felt so heavy. I let out a mewling sound, wanting to go back to sleep. I wiggled my hips. There was something in my butt. Thick. A cone.

Onee-sama?” I muttered, confused by why she was naked. Why I was naked. “What?”

Okaasan just got out of the shower,” she said. “Come on.”

Why did it matter that our mother got out of the shower. What was in my...?

A butt plug.

Yesterday flooded back to me. Lee seducing us into lesbian incest... Losing my virginity to Clint... Our naughty double-headed dildo play on the couch beneath our mother's nose... Then Kimiko and I retired to our bedroom and did more naughty acts until I passed out in a sticky haze of pussy juices pressed against my twin.

We just had such a wild time. It was crazy. How did we get into this situation? Clint and his family.

My sister's desire to have an older brother to have sex with had led her to meeting Clint's older sister Zoey on the internet. This older girl put all these ideas into my eighteen-year-old twin sister's head. When we moved to California, through the strangest twist of fate, we moved into the same city as Clint's family and Kimiko pushed our mother into buying a house for sale on Clint's street.

It was all downhill after that. My sister led and I followed. I always followed. Though we were twins, she was technically older than me. I always deferred to her and now... Now I obeyed her orders. I did what she said. I had sex with her, with Clint's sister, and with Clint himself.

I lost my cherry to the young man, our surrogate big brother.

Okay, onee-sama,” I muttered in our native Japanese. I didn't fight as my sister hauled me to my feet.

My small breasts jiggled before me, identical to those small mounds budding on my sister's chest. Her dark-olive nipples were hard, puckering from her areolas, and her black bush glistened with passion between her pale-olive thighs. She gripped my hand and led me to the door. Naked.

I wanted to whine, to protest that our mother could catch us, but I knew it was pointless. My sister wouldn't care. It would only turn her on. She was all about taking risks around our mom. Because she wanted to seduce our mom.

And Clint's family would help.

Kimiko pushed her head out our door, doing a quick look, then she darted out into the hallway. I followed after, the butt plug shifting around in my asshole. It made me whimper, sending tingling heat rushing to my pussy. My heart beat faster. We were in the hallway. Exposed.

I heard Mom moving downstairs as we rushed for the hallway, our bare feet padding on the carpet. My sister reached the door and crashed through it, hauling me into the Western-style bathroom. I closed the door behind us, locking it.

Western-style bathrooms had the toilets in the same room as the bathtub and shower. They didn't even have a shower station, a place to wash your body before you slipped into the tub to soak and relax. Instead, it was combined into one tub. It was more space efficient, but... The tub was so small. I couldn't fit in there with my sister and have us both be comfortable.

Did Americans not share baths?

Why was it so important that we get in here after mom, onee-sama?” I asked as my sister went right for the clothes hamper.

She threw it open and snagged something. She whipped around, her black hair sweeping about her shoulders as she faced me. She held a pair of cream panties in her hand, holding it between her fingers. I'd never seen it before. It wasn't mine or my twin's.

Why do you have okaasan's panties?” I asked. “Minako thinks that's weird.” I always referred to myself in the third person. It just felt so weird using the pronoun “I.” Kimiko claimed I did it to sound like a cute, little sister for the big brother I secretly craved.

And... she might be right.

Because these were on her all night long, onee-chan,” she answered, bringing the crotch to her mouth. She shivered, inhaling, her small breasts jiggling. “You can smell her. Her pussy. Mmm, it's delicious.”

My sister pulled our mother's panties from her mouth, a look of absolute joy flashing across her expression. Then she shoved them into my face. The cotton rubbed across my lips and nose. She clamped it about me like a rag. I felt like she was trying to kidnap me, smothering me with chloroform or something.

Breathe it in, onee-chan,” she groaned, a shudder to her word. “Just inhale. Mother smells delicious.”

I had to breathe. I couldn't stop myself and... I smelled a spicy musk. Not the same as our tangy passion, a different flavor. A surge of heat rushed out of my pussy as I inhaled again. A deep one. I filled my lungs, drawing in as much air as I could through my nose.

You like it, don't you?” purred Kimiko. She pressed her body against my back, her nipples hard, her bush tickling my rump. “The smell of our mother? It turns you on, doesn't it, sister-slut?”

I only moaned in answer, my body shuddering. Mother did smell so delicious. I closed my eyes, reveling in the spicy scent. My body quivered. My hand grabbed the panties, holding them to my face. My eyes fluttered. It was so wrong to do this. To smell our mother's panties. I felt so naughty.

My sister's hands roamed my body. She cupped my small titties with both her hands, squeezing and kneading them. Her thumbs swept across my areolas and nipples. She rubbed them, pressing them into my breasts. It made me ache and throb. I whimpered into our mother's panties, heat blossoming between my thighs.


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