Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

Stepping back, she laughed softly. It was a pleasant, husky laugh. "You know damned well what we just did," she told her brother. "And talk about kinky aftertastes! I… I think I'm going to go take a bath. I smell like a Chinese whorehouse, and you really blasted me with that stuff. God, when was the last time you got your rocks off, younger brother? Didn't Dad have a little talk with you about growing boys and their urges?"

She shrugged, as if it was of no importance, but she knew she was lying and she was damned sure he did too. Amy turned, her short skirt swishing about her thighs. "Maybe I'll go to bed early," she added. "This has been a freaky day."

She didn't need eyes in the back of her head to know that Alex was watching as she strutted up the staircase. Amy could feel his stare and she walked with her back straight, head high, ass twitching no more than usual.

What must he be thinking now? About her? About himself? How was he cataloging his experience in his mind? Did he have any frame of reference to compare it to? Amy couldn't even guess. An hour ago she'd have said, "Yes, I know Alex like a book. After all, we're twins, and we've always been very close." But now – now? Her hands shook so much she had a difficult time undoing the buttons of her tennis top, and she had to lean one hand against the shower door while she caught a much-needed breath. Amy Messenger saw no way of denying that she was more excited at this moment than at any time in the past eighteen years. She stripped, then hurried into the shower, turning the water to very hot. Her hands raced across her young body, smearing on a froth of sweet-smelling soap. She rinsed it away, then smeared on more. The water flowed in sheets across her flesh, adding to the excitement she felt already. And, though she heated to leave the steamy atmosphere of the shower stall, redolent with her soap and body oils, she stepped onto the rug, and dried herself with care.

Amy found the talcum and applied it to her scrubbed, shiny body until she smelled like a newborn baby. She looked at her face in the minor, saw that it was still flushed and glowing. Or is that me at all? she wondered. Gathering up her clothes, Amy hurried to her room, closing the door behind her with a firm slam.

She saw the flash of her bare body in the vanity mirror, and she preened, turning round and round. Assuring herself that the curves of legs and ass and tits were spectacularly beautiful, that she was a lovely, attractive woman, that any man in his right mind would jump at the chance to hold her hand, let alone – perfume! She eyed, her selection, choosing Midnight Desire. Alex had given it to her a couple of Christmases ago, and she only wore it on special occasions because it was very expensive. Also, very erotic. Or so she'd always thought. Amy tipped the bottle in her hand and dabbed scent onto her red nipples, into her smooth-shaven armpits, into the nape of her neck, behind her ears, and lastly, ran a trail of perfume from the depressed circle of her navel downward, into her beaver, straight to the lips of her pussy itself.

"Ooohhh," she said, lifting onto tiptoes as her fingers twined amid her pubic, curls, depositing a medium-sized drop of Midnight Desire on the very lips of her cunt. It tickled. She wet her fingertip again and smoothed a little more perfume onto the slash of her sex, mingling the aromatic oil with her own fragrant juices. She put down the bottle then, smiling in appreciation. Her body smelled of perfume and feminine arousal. Was there anything else to do?

Only crawling beneath her bed sheet. Only waiting.

She'd been in her bed perhaps five minutes, heart thumping madly behind the apple of her left tit, when Amy heard the knock at her door. "C-c-come in," she said, and the door opened slowly. It was Alex, and he was still wearing his silk robe with drying cum splotches noticeable here and there.

"I-I – uh," he began. Amy waved him closer.

"Come closer," she told him. "I can hardly hear you."

He closed the door carefully behind him and approached her bed with uncertain steps. Amy's heart was still beating rapidly and there was a smashing in her ears, as if a mighty wind was blowing all around her head.

"I just wanted to tell you…"

She threw aside the sheet. Her naked golden body was displayed before him, lying upon bedclothes of soft baby pink, and her auburn hair fanned out on each side of her head. There was a tightness in Amy's chest and she didn't have to look to know that her nipples were stiff and fucked, surrounded by little goose pimples. Her armpits seemed moist, in spite of the deodorant and baby powder she'd used on herself. "It's funny," she said in a faraway voice. "When I came home today I had a problem that seemed unsolvable. But now I don't think it's any problem at all."

"What are you talking about?" His eyes ranged up and down her.

"Sit," Amy invited, making room on the side of the bed. He settled tensely, nervously, as if he were about to park his ass on a stack of egg cartons. Amy took his hand. "It's Steve," she said. "He wants me to do it with him. You know? Ball him? And… well, sure, I think I'm ready to do it, but I wasn't sure that I ought to do it with him. I'm still a virgin, Alex, and I didn't want to throw that away just because he gets some horny urges. I wanted it to be special – to mean something. Does that sound silly and romantic?"

He started to nod, then shook his head no. Amy smiled and went on. "But downstairs a little while ago, after you tried to make a fool out of me and got fooled yourself, darling Alex, I realized what it was that I needed. I realized what would make it special for me." She sat up, rubbing his arm with her hard, ripe tits. Her lips sought his cheek. "Kiss me again."

He had little choice. Amy was already covering his mouth with her own. His lips were damp and warm, and her tongue stabbed between them, into Alex's mouth. Amy's eyes were open, and she saw his widen in surprise, then go shut as he began to suck her tongue with a surprisingly deft touch. Amy pushed against his lips and she put her arms around him. He turned his upper body and silk rubbed her nipples. The caress had an almost electric sense of urgency and she held him tighter. Slowly his arms came up to surround Amy, the one encompassing her at the shoulders, the other lower, fingers dropped down to rest lightly on the swell of her ass.

She worked her thigh over his leg and into his crotch so that she could touch his cock once again, and Amy wasn't disappointed. She knew as soon as her leg brushed him that he'd taken off his shorts, for the staff of his prick was loose inside the robe. Whether it was the thought of kissing her or the insistent back-and-forth motion of her leg, Alex's cock lifted almost at once, hardening, rising, the lower part of his robe tenting out again. Amy removed her lips with a smack and she allowed one hand to fall into his lap.

"Amy, this is crazy," he protested feebly. "You don't know what you're doing… what you're asking me to do…"

"Of course I know. I'm asking you to fuck me, and I'm getting you all ready to do it! God, are you, ready! Do you always get so hard, Alex darling?"

He struggled a moment more, and then Amy stared into his eyes; they weakened, surrendered. Alex put one hand on each of her bare breasts and he squeezed them, her nipples hot and stiff in his palms. Amy purred, her tits vibrating as he fondled them, and she knew that he was lost.

Oh, God, now that it was happening, it seemed so obvious, so inevitable! As if her whole life had had no other purpose than to bring her to this very moment – in bed with her twin, ready to lose her virginity with him. She covered his hand-squeezing hands with her own, and she helped him knead the tender mounds, sighing when the delicious agony was too much to bear in silence. "Oh-oh-oh," she moaned, her face scarcely an inch from his. Amy could smell her own sexy musk, mingled with Midnight Desire.