Twincest – Home Alone

Twincest – Home Alone

By anon y mouse

The front door opened and eleven year old Lisa Thomas walked into the hall and slipped off her shiny black shoes and dumped school bag on the floor, her twin sister Katie, not one step behind her.

“Mum, we’re home!” Lisa called out as her sister relieved herself of her own shoes and bag.

The two girls could have been the poster-children for identical twins. Both had the shoulder length chestnut coloured hair of their mother, and twinkling green eyes of their father. They both had sun kissed skin and were quite short for their age at only five four six.

“Mummy?” called out Katie, making her way into the lounge as Lisa headed for the dining room.

Lisa walked through the dining room into the kitchen and found what she was looking for, “She’s left a note!” she said to her sister.

“What’s it say?” asked Katie, quickly joining her sibling in front of the refrigerator.

“‘Hey girls,'” Lisa read out, “Got emergency call at the clinic. I’ll be back later in the evening. Love Mum. XXX, looks like it’s just you and me sis.”

Very slowly, Katie took Lisa’s hand in her own and the two girl’s fingers entwined together, holding onto each other tightly. A smile danced on Lisa’s lips and she leant her forehead against Katie’s, feeling her warm breath mix with her own.

Their lips pressed against each other gently at first, and then they pulled away and kissed each other again. Lisa’s tongue was the first to slip from her mouth and brush along her sister’s lips, parting them and seeking out Katie’s.

As their tongues played with each other in their mouths, their hands grew livelier and more passionate. Katie released her grip on her sister’s hands and held her face, pulling her in for a deeper embrace, her thumbs running across Lisa’s soft cheeks.

Finally, the kiss broke and both girls were left panting for breath, “Let’s go upstairs.” said Lisa, and before Katie could respond, she was leading her by the hand out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

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The twin’s room had two single beds, though every night they would climb into the same one. The one on the right was the closet to the door, and it was that bed that Lisa pushed her sister onto, before straddling her lap and pulling her head up to kiss her some more.

Lisa ran her fingers through Katie’s silky soft hair, kissing at her cheek and the curve of her neck. She let her hands drop and Lisa tugged at Katie’s school sweater, pulling it up and over her head and throwing it on the floor. Katie did the same for her sister, and both girls felt a wave of heat wash over them from the other’s body.

Gently pushing her down onto the bed, Lisa slowly unbuttoned her sister’s shirt, kissing at the patches of skin as they were revealed.