My Twin Sister

It was a hot sultry summer day, and I was in my room playing the computer games. I wasn’t concentrating on the shooting down the digital monsters on the screen, as my mind was all focused on the area between my legs, where I had a huge hard-on, and was lazily pondering whether I should masturbate it off.

Then suddenly there was a knock on the door, and before I had a chance of saying “come in” the door was thrust open and my twin sister Nicole stepped into my room. She was wearing a black slip, a present she got a week ago from one of our aunts for her fourteenth birthday, that hid neatly her 32 AA cup-size breasts, and a red velvet skirt with a zipper in front that was reaching almost to her knees. She looked tanned and healthy (she was a captain in a soccer team) and she was beaming at me with her innocent-girl smile.

My hard-on got bigger when I imagined my twin sister’s naked tits, her tight shapely butt and trimmed pussy. I’d seen her slender body naked a few times, in the shower, and in her room when she was changing, so I knew, what was underneath her clothes. Nicole immediately saw what was going on between my legs and her smile broadened and transformed into a mischievous grin. She said, “I want to show you something today. Something my boyfriend has showed me the other day.” She pointed at my hard-on. “Something to do with it.”

I blushed. Her boyfriend Gleb, a nerdy boy with curly hair and tall lanky body, had been, unbeknownst to him, my sworn enemy for being an abductor of my sis’s attentions. But at the moment I was gaping at my sis and imagining what she had in mind. We’d done some fooling around before, not much, mostly play and games, some touching, some pinching, nothing sexual: she just never seemed to be interested in doing more. But now looking at her resolved face I felt that she was in earnest to do something bold, to trespass the boundaries she’d set up.

I sat immobile, my heart pounding, my limbs frozen up. Impatiently Nicole grabbed my hand, pulled me up and led me outside the room. Silently, I put on my sandals and followed her down our back lawn. It was a Monday early afternoon and our parents were at work. Our parents’ property is connected to the deep ravine that in turn opens into the Natural Preserve. We walked down the forking path, through the thick foliage, into the pine forest. There was a wide path by the Mink Brook — a mountainous creek barely ten feet in width and a foot in depth — where joggers jog and dog-walkers walk their dogs. We crossed the path, took our sandals off and waded through the brook at its shallow end, knee-deep, and went deep into the forest, towards a secret nook, which Nicole and her boyfriend had discovered on their joined expeditions.

I didn’t dwell on what would follow once we’d reach the secret nook. I was just watching the flexing muscles of my sis butt, totally galvanized by its symmetrical beauty. I craved to strip her skirt off and grab them and knead the two spheres in my hands.