Thread: A New Life of Pleasure (Tellmi Moore@Mr Incognito)

Beth was younger, by four and a half minutes, and liked it when Leslie called her her little sister. She liked it more when she used it as a justification to have Beth on the bottom. Ooohh, mmmph.... you like that, little sis, don't you? Leslie moaned as she held the Hitachi magic wand against her twin sister's clit, rubbing her tummy with a circular motion she knew, from experience, made it more difficult for her to hold back her climax. Beth hummed a muffled Mm-hm! into her sister's puss as it pressed down onto her face, more smothering her moans than allowing her to pleasure it, the hot, wet lips grinding themselves against her chin and nose and teeth as she furiously tried to lick and nip at her big sister, desperately trying to hold back her mounting orgasm until she could first get her sister to climax, if not first, than close to the same time. Leslie never played fair! Ooh, come on! Eat me out! What's wrong? Come on! Leslie teased as she pressed herself down onto Beth's face, moving her puss up to rub against Beth's forehead, out of range of her extended tongue - Beth leaned her head back, mindlessly trying to retrieve her sister's sex. As a result her back arched and she felt herself... Your so mean! Beth shouted before all power of speech left her - shuddering, clenching, shaking climax exploding from her, her knees raising themselves, her toes curling. Leslie laughed and kept holding the vibrating, round head of the wand between her sister's legs, even leaning down on her stomach and pressing her legs down to stop her from moving away. She kept holding it down, even as the stimulation became painful - Leslie didn't pull it away until Beth's pleading became pathetic enough to make her older sister smile, and she pulled it back, kissing Beth's thighs. I love you, Beth, she sighed, pillowing her cheek down on Beth's thighs. I love you... Leslie... Beth said, hugging her sister's lower body, squeezing her bottom. Ooohh... but you cheat! Uh-huh, Leslie said mischievously. But you still have to forfeit. Ooooohh... Beth whined, tearing at the grass beneath her body. She was naked, lying on the gold grass late at night in a public park across the street from their brother's house. Leslie was already standing, slipping into her black leather high heels or maybe they were Beth's - it was hard to tell, as all four of their shoes were piled together, and both sets were identical. Leslie picked up the other two sets of shoes and dropped them into the nearby trashcan, leaned over the drinking fountain and sipped. Her arousal was still burning her, but she liked the feeling of denial as the cold, cold air bit into her hot, wet lips. She shivered and picked up her black, mid-thigh length trench-coat, belted it and looked down at her sister, who was sitting up, panting. Both of them were identical. They were 5'5, fair skinned, blonde, but with shaved heads and waxed pubes. Here you go, Leslie said, tossing her sister's coat, identical to hers, at her, draping over her shaved head. Thanks, Beth said sarcastically, but still slipped on the coat gratefully, belted it. The coats did not have buttons or zippers, and weren't meant for warmth, merely as an accessory - it didn't even have belt loops, and though the belt had a buckle, there were no holes in the belt, as it was meant to be tied. The sisters had started out on the east coast, fully dressed, but, as per their agreement - the rules of the game - each time one of them came, they lost a piece of clothing, until they reached their brother's place on the west coast. They had been using money they had been given for their next semester of college, eating at restaurants, staying in motels - finding public places to play with each other. The rules were, nowhere indoors, never anywhere where there wasn't a chance they could get caught, and they weren't allowed to wear any clothing while they played - no fingering under the table or licking under their coat. Leslie unplugged the Hitachi from the outdoor plug at the base of the light pole - intended for laptop plugs - the plastic cap snapping over the socket to protect it from the elements. There was a bench next to the pole, but lying on the grass was more fun. Leslie rolled up the cord and put it in her backpack. Well, lets go, she said, excited. It's gonna look weird, Beth whined. What will? I will. How am I going to look coming to him without shoes? Just say you broke a heel on the way over, come on! Leslie grabbed Beth's hand excitedly, and the two ran across the street. Beth had the code to the front gate in her coat pocket, un-crumpled it and punched it into the box by the gate. It buzzed and clanged and they squeezed through before it was done opening. Ran up to the front door and pressed the bell. Both of them said Surprise! as their big brother opened the door, and hugged him tightly, grinning at each other, faces pressed against his chest.