Twin Sister Delights Chapter 2: Popping the Twins’ Cherries

Twin Sister Delights

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Two: Popping the Twins’ Cherries

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

My rump stung from Lee’s slap. I shivered, unable to believe this had just happened. My body buzzed from the orgasm the naughty, American girl had given me while my twin sister, Kimiko, whimpered and shivered before me, my face pressed into her silky bush, her tangy, incestuous juices smeared across my lips and cheeks.



I had just eaten my twin sister’s pussy and… enjoyed it. She’d ordered me to eat her pussy, and… I’d done it.



I’d always followed Kimiko’s lead. My identical twin sister was older than me by ten minutes. It felt right all my life to listen to her. To do what she suggested. I just… I just never knew she wanted me to eat her pussy. That she had such incestuous, lesbian desires lurking in her.



Or that I could pleasure her with my mouth.



“Oh, onee-chan,” whimpered Kimiko, calling me “sister” in our native Japanese. We referred to each other that way. I used to call her onee-san, a polite way to address my sister, showing her respect. But now… now I was calling her onee-sama. Sister-Mistress. “Oh, you made me cum so hard. That was wonderful. Thank you.”



“Arigato!” Lee giggled. “I know that Japanese word, too. Mmm, yes, but Minako, you should be thanking your twin sister for letting you eat her pussy. For letting you pleasure her.”



My cheeks warmed then I gasped as Lee smacked my rump again. “Minako is thankful for being allowed to eat your pussy, onee-sama.”



I couldn’t believe I just said that. What was wrong with me? But… seeing the effect my words had on Kimiko made me shudder. Her face glowed. My cheeks burned. My pussy itched. Saying those words made me feel so wicked. Such a naughty… slut. A naughty slut-sister who worshiped her twin’s pussy.



Yummy pussy.



“That’s it,” Lee said. “That’s how I speak to my big brother.” Lee paused. “Well, no, I use pronouns to refer to myself.”



“Minako isn’t comfortable using ‘I,’” I said. I never had. Even though I was eighteen, I still talked in this childish manner. “Pronouns are different in Japanese than English.”



“Kimiko uses I,” Lee pointed out.



“She just talks that way because she wants a big brother to dominate her,” Kimiko said. “It’s a way to sound cute and girlish. Especially for a little sister.” Kimiko stretched, her small breasts, identical to my own, jiggled. I found myself staring at her dusky-olive nipples wondering what it would be like to suck on them.



I blinked and then started to say, “Minako—”



A loud knock rapped our doors. My stomach clenched. Our mother was the only other person that lived in the house. “Girls,” she said in Japanese, “would you like some snacks and drinks for you and your guest?”



“Yes, okaasan,” Kimiko shouted. “Just give us a minute, we are trying on clothes with Lee-chan. Let us get dressed.”



“Okay. That sounds fun.”



My heart screamed in my chest as our mother retreated. I looked up at Kimiko, her delicate, olive cheeks darkened by a blush, her lips pursed. Then she glanced at our discarded clothing. Sometimes, twins didn’t need to say a word to communicate.



Lee chortled as the pair of us darted for our clothing from our futon. I grabbed my panties, my silky, black hair dancing about my shoulder. I jabbed my slender thighs through the leg holes and slid them up my body. Dread built in my guts; this icy ball that swelled like a glacier in an ice age, swallowing more and more of the world as it crept through me. I breathed in, the air smelling of hot pussy.



“Ooh, you two look so panicked,” Lee said, sitting on our bed naked, her short, black hair framing a mischievous face. She rubbed at her stomach. It had slight swell to it that I hadn’t noticed. It looked out of place since she had such a sleek, athletic body.



And then I remembered her calling herself a “pregnant slut.” Was that the start of a her pregnancy swell? Had her big brother, Clint, bred her? A wave of heat washed through me as I pulled up my leggings while my sister worked up the tight jeans she liked to wear.



“You need to get dressed, Lee-chan,” I gasped, snagging my dress.



“Right, right,” Lee said, rolling her eyes. “I’m used to going naked in our house. That’s how Clint likes all his women.”



“All?” Kimiko asked.



“Yep. My mom, his mom, all our sisters, Pam’s mom, even those lesbians who live with us go around naked,” Lee said, she grabbed her belly shirt, pulling it over her round breasts, her nipples prominent against the material.



“This girl is crazy,” I muttered to my sister in Japanese.



She nodded her head, a big smile on her face.



Lee pulled up a short skirt. She didn’t have panties. She flashed her shaved snatch at me as she worked up her skirt while lying on our futon. As she humped her hips up into the air, the jeweled end of her butt plug flashed between her pale asscheeks.



Our mother knocked at the door. “Are you girls done playing dress-up?”



“Yes, okaasan,” Kimiko said as she smoothed her blouse.



I shivered and breathed through my nose and… It smelled like pussy in here. I licked my lips, feeling how sticky they were. I looked around as the door opened. I grabbed the edge of the blanket and rubbed at my mouth, trying to clean off my twin sister’s cunt juices from my face.



“Hello,” our mother said in her accented English. She held a tray with three glasses full of milk tea with a plate of cookies spread out on it. “How wonderful to see that my daughters have made friends.”



“Hi,” Lee said, hopping to her feet, her skirt swirling around her legs. “I’m Lee! I live down the street with my family.”



“Oh, that’s so nice. I am so glad that you’re welcoming my daughters.”



“Thank you for the snacks, okaasan,” I said, moving before her and holding out my hands, my stomach tensing. Would mother recognize the odor permeating the room.



My mother handed over the tray, her round face furrowing, her delicate lips pursing. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled. “What is that… that smell, girls?”



I fought the little whimper, my throat so tight. I held the tray, the glasses rattling. Mother would be horrified to discover that we had lesbian sex. That we had committed incest.



“Oh, just some perfume that I was showing them,” Lee said, bounding up to me. She snagged a cookie off the tray. “Ooh, that looks good. Thank you, ma’am.”



“Oh, okay, it’s… fragrant.” Mother gave Lee a smile. “And aren’t you a polite one?”



“My brother told me to always be polite, ma’am.” Lee popped the cookie into her mouth, beaming with such innocence, her face still glistening with my own pussy juices.



My cheeks burned. I wanted to melt away from the shame and embarrassment. Everything had gone topsy-turvy so fast. I couldn’t believe my twin sister had followed Lee’s commands and dominated me into lesbian incest.



“What a smart brother you have.” Our mother smiled at Lee. “Well, girls, enjoy.” Then she backed out, giving a polite bow as she closed the door.



“Damn, your mom is a MILF!” Lee said. She shivered, pinching her nipples through her top. “Where’s your father?”



“He’s dead,” I said, looking down.



“Ooh, so she’s lonely. Awesome!” Lee pulled on her nipples through her blouse, shuddering. “My brother is going to love me so much. Japanese twins and a MILF!”



My cheeks burned. This girl was so vulgar. So nasty. Why were we doing this? Why had my twin sister and I followed her orders? I just stood there, holding the tray, not sure what to do. Lee snagged one of the milk teas and gulped it down with gusto.



“Ooh, this is good,” she said and grabbed another cookie. She shoved it into her mouth and said, “I just love these cookies.”



“Would your brother… want to fuck us?” Kimiko asked, her voice tight.



“Onee-sama,” I said, gasping. “What are you asking?”



“Oh, yes, he’s got such a thing for Japanese girls. Just like our dead dad. Got that yellow fever.” Lee winked at us before downing the rest of her drink. She let out a loud, satisfied “aaahhh,” and nodded her head. “So, wanna be fucked by him?”



“What?” I gasped.



Kimiko nodded her head.



The room spurn around me as my sister glanced at me, this look in her eyes speaking volumes. My heart fluttered. I shook my head at her, not violently, but a subtle shifting back and forth. This day was insane. Why did we have to move onto this street?



Why did my virgin pussy just get so hot?



“Okay,” Lee said, setting her glass on the tray. “Let’s go!”



“Go?” I gasped. “Now?”



“Yep!” The American girl gave me that naughty grin. “Let’s go, slut. You know you want my brother’s dick slamming into your virgin pussy. I know how wet it made you watching my video.”



My hands gripped the tray. “Minako doesn’t want to do this.”



“Minako will do this,” Kimiko said, giving me a hard look. “We’re going with Lee, onee-chan.”



I opened my mouth to object only to say, “Yes, onee-sama.”



Submitting to her will sent a hot shiver through my body. I trembled, the glasses rattling on the tray more. I sat it down on my desk, which sat next to hers. I grabbed my milk tea and gulped it down, my throat working as I downed the creamy, cool drink. I shivered when I finished.



I was going to lose my virginity today…



My panties soaked my juices.



Lee grabbed the rest of the cookies, popping them into her mouth as she marched ahead of us through the house. Our mother was unpacking the living room, we had just moved in today after living the last three weeks in a hotel room. Our mother’s employer had transferred her to California where they had a subsidiary because of her English skills.



“Going out, girls?” she asked in Japanese.



“Yes, okaasan,” Kimiko said, not sounding at all like we were doing anything naughty.