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Twins finally admit their love
Here, as promised is my first and probably last story. The only reason this is seeing the light of day is that some of my 'friends' convinced (or brow-beat) me into writing it. I hope they and you enjoy it. Sorry if it seems to have little meaning, but it means a lot to me. I'm virginal at this writing stuff, so be just a little gentle.


I knew that it was wrong, but I was in love with my twin sister. It wasn't that I loved her - of course I did, but I was in love with her. I knew that I had been since we were in sixth grade and had never done anything about it. The only sexual experimenting we had done was when we were twelve and we first really looked at each other naked. The first time I saw her lovely, hairless vertical smile I fell in love with it. The only thing I wanted to do was bury my face in it and kiss and lick it for the rest of my life. Even if it did smell and taste like little girl pee, I loved it then and love it still. I think that was when I really fell in love with her.

We were best friends and that seemed to be all Vickie needed from me other than practicing kissing and light petting with each other, but I needed more. Now that we had graduated from high school and were both preparing for our 'big move' out into the world, I thought of possible ways to let her know how I felt. Neither of us was destined for university but we both were planning to move out of our parents house and away from our home town.

Our home town was a farming community and so small that we could see no future there for either of us. We had applied for, and found employment in a larger city almost a full day's drive away. Deciding to move and stay together, at least temporarily, just felt natural. We rented a small apartment with two bedrooms but only one bath that was not too far away from our jobs.

The day of departure finally came and after a loving and tearful goodbye to our mom and dad, we loaded into my '68 Mustang and started on our adventure. Actually we were headed for a new life, one that I hoped for, and I thought Vickie didn't even suspect.

At nineteen, we were both filled with optimism and love of life. Neither of us knew much about what life was really about, but had a deep faith in our ability to cope and make it on our own. Vickie was a lovely girl, about 5' 7" and very curvy, weighing about 115 pounds. I was only about three inches taller than her and weighed just 170 pounds. Both of us had been very active in sports in high school in addition to working very hard on the family farm.

Our trip to the city was filled with talking, laughing, listening to music and a great excitement about our adventure. When we arrived at the apartment we had arranged for and rented, we were very tired of driving. Because it was getting late, we decided to just move our stuff into the apartment but not worry about straightening things out until the next day. Deciding on our bedrooms was easy, but getting first dibs on the shower was a little more difficult but not much. I had formed the habit years ago of allowing Vickie to go first in everything.

We decided that, since today was Saturday and we were not due to report to work until Monday, that we should do some shopping so we didn't look so much like farm kids that had relocated to the city. After both of us had bought some decent outer clothes that would suit our work, I accompanied Vickie when she went into the Victoria's Secret store. To say that I was turned on watching her select some of the sexiest panties, camisoles, and bras in the store would be a real understatement. Vickie was a very beautiful girl and imagining her in those sexy things was keeping me so erect that it was painful.

Over the rest of that first weekend, we sort of established the routine that we would find ourselves following for the next few months. We helped each other get supper ready, ate together and decided to grab a shower before settling down in front of the TV. After the dishes were done, Vickie (of course) was first in the shower. Since our apartment was pretty small, I was able to catch a glimpse of her on the way to and from the shower.

When she finished her shower, it was my turn. By this time I was so excited that I was tempted to jack-off, but it just didn't feel right. I sort of felt like doing that would cheapen the feelings that I had for Vickie. I know, sort of stupid and cheesy, but I was in love with my sister so much that I was obsessed. Not really pussy-whipped, but something that could be even worse.

After our showers, we both sat on the couch in the living room to watch a little TV to try to settle down. The way Vickie was dressed didn't do much to settle me down. Just the opposite. She was wearing one of the camisoles and thongs that she picked up at Victoria's Secret. What an incredible sight. She had me so excited that, even if something good had been on TV, I couldn't have concentrated.

This was our pattern for the next several months; sitting on the couch watching TV for a while dressed very comfortably. I was usually dressed in a t-shirt and jockey shorts and Vickie either in camisole and panties or a very thin, short nightie. Since both of us were so involved with our jobs, we didn't see anyone else and keeping myself under control was becoming more and more difficult. Because I still thought that masturbation would be sort of like cheating on my beautiful sister, I was plagued by wet dreams almost every night. My dreams and my waking thoughts were filled with her. Something had to happen.

After about six months, I got a telephone call one Friday evening from the sheriff in our hometown letting me know that our mom and dad had been in an accident and were both killed. How in the hell could I tell Vickie? I told the sheriff that we couldn't be home before the middle of the week because we had to quit our jobs and clear our apartment. I also asked him to make some preliminary arrangements with the funeral home and that I would call them when I had further information.

Even though I was devastated, I tried to conceal it and decided to wait until after eating our supper, taking our showers and had met on the couch to tell her about our mom and dad. As soon as I sat down I turned off the TV and tried, as gently as I knew how, to break the news to her. Of course, Vickie was as devastated as I was. About all we could do was sit, hug each other and cry our eyes out.

"What are we going to do?" Vickie asked. She was crying so hard I could barely understand her.

"I told the sheriff that he should make some arrangements with the funeral home and that, as soon as we cleared things up here that we would be home" I said. "I told him that we should be home by the middle of the week."

"Do you think we will ever come back here?" she asked.

"We need to discuss that. You know that mom and dad had an insurance policy that would make sure the farm would support us where we did not have to look for outside employment."

"So, our future is ours to discover?" she asked.

"Yes, Vickie, it is. We can return to the farm and be comfortable with our future assured".

"I'm tired, Vince. I need to try for some sleep."

"Me, too, Vickie. This has been the roughest day of my life."

With that, we closed up the apartment, turned off all the lights and went to bed.

Laying in bed about a half hour later, I heard some sounds from Vickie's bedroom. Then I saw my door open - it was Vickie. "Vince, I'm so destroyed by what happened today. I need some company and comfort. I just want you to hold me. Do you mind?"

Opening my covers, I told her "not at all".

I guess that both of us had sort of forgotten that we slept nude. Or maybe we had decided that it didn't matter any more.

When Vickie slipped into my bed, I was so very moved by the comfort of this beautiful, smooth, wonderful body lying next to me. With so much to talk about and decide about our future, this seemed to be the right thing to do. Talking about our future, with the immediate pain of our loss pretty much behind us, was a moving experience for both of us and especially lovely for me. As for me, I had dreamed of holding Vickie like this for many years. I was getting so excited about what I was feeling that I could not believe she didn't know what was happening.

Personally, I had been sexually excited since before Vickie came into my room, and I now got the feeling that she was getting the same feeling. The aroma (I refused to call that an odor) coming from under the covers was the most arousing that I had ever smelled. If there was ever a smell of pure love and sex intertwined, this was it. The only thing I could think of was that lovely, beautiful, vertical smile that I had not seen since I was twelve. My cock had never been so hard for so long.

"Do you remember what we did when we were twelve?" asked Vickie.

"I don't think I could ever forget, Vickie. It was the most wonderful experience in my life."

With a quaver in her voice, Vickie asked "Would you do it again?"

My answer was to move down in the bed towards the promise land. I stopped to pay devotion to her wonderful titties. She was not built like Dolly Parton, but she had all I ever wanted. I greedily kissed and sucked her tits until I couldn't wait any longer. Moving on down, I caressed Vickie's thighs and helped her spread them for me. By now the aroma from that wonderful place was controlling my entire life.

All I could do, or think of doing, was bury my face in her beautiful pussy. I gently licked her from her anus to the top of her slit. Frankly, I was very proud of myself being able to be gentle about anything. Gradually increasing the pressure and speed and forcing the lips of that lovely vertical smile to part, I found and fondled her clit. Her moans told me that she was enjoying this almost as much as I was. I found that the only thing better than her aroma was the taste of that delicious juice.

I was so obsessed with what I was doing that I didn't hear Vickie begging me to stop. I don't know how many orgasms she had, but after quite some time she became still and quiet. She had passed out from too much pleasure for too long.

I moved up beside her and held her in my arms. My love for her was increasing by the minute and was controlling every thing I was or would become.

After about an hour, Vickie started moaning quietly and opened her beautiful eyes, looking at me with as much love as I felt. Quietly, Vickie said "Vince, would you make love to me?"

"Are you sure?" I asked, trying not to get my hopes up too high.

Then I heard the word I had been wanting to hear for years: "Yes".

"I love you, Vickie, and have forever. Not just as a sister, either. I am in love with you."

"I love you too, Vince. Now shut up and make love to me."

Getting above her on my knees, I used the head of my cock to tease open and lubricate her. Gently easing myself into her, I was not surprised to find her hymen blocking the way. She was not the only virgin in the bed, either. Both of us, unknown to the other had been saving ourselves for each other.

Before breaking through the barrier, I asked Vickie one more time; "Are you sure?".

In answer, Vickie forced herself up onto my cock breaking her hymen herself. After staying still for a while to enjoy the feeling of having my cock buried in the most wonderful place in the world, I started stroking in and out slowly and gently. Now, this is the way I want to spend the rest of my life. So did she.

Reaching our orgasms was, for both of us, almost cataclysmic. We lay together entwined, quivering for almost a half hour. Both of us felt complete and whole.

After returning to our home town and things settled down, Vickie and I lived and worked the farm like a married couple. Our love would last forever, we were sure.
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