DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction. If you are offended by incest or underage characters engaging in sexual activities, or it is illegal for you to read about them, then choose a different story. This is the second in a series of vignettes about love (well, mostly lust) between siblings. Abby gets a late-night surprise from her twin.
I woke up sitting bolt upright in the middle of the night with cold sweat covering my entire body. The sheets clung to me, tightly gripping my legs entirely too close to the bed. I was out of breath, with my throat aching. I looked above me to see Lilith peering at me, hanging off the top bunk. She had a look of concern in her eyes.
“Everything's okay,” she said as she twisted herself around to climb down the ladder, “You had another night terror. You were screaming.”
I sat, curled up with my head in my hands, and started to cry. Just then, Mom came in, wrapped in her bathrobe, and sat down next to me as Lilith scooted away.
“Abby, baby, are you okay?” She held me by the shoulders, hugging me as I wept, and tried to console me. “Jesus,” she said, “Your nightshirt's soaked, honey. You sure can sweat when you're scared. Go into the bathroom and hop in the shower. I'll get you a change of clothes to get into.” she kissed me on the forehead and helped me up off the bed, patting me on the butt as I walked out of the bedroom door, shutting it behind me. I stood there, feeling my shirt and my underwear sticking to me, making the already cold night colder. Just before I stepped down the hall to the bathroom, I heard Lilith through the door.
“Mom, why does Abby keep having night terrors, and I don't? I thought twins were supposed to be the same.”
“Well, Lili, just because you look the same, it doesn't mean you are the same. Night terrors just happen to some people. Just go back to bed, sweetie, I have to get her a change of clothes.”
I realized that was my cue, and padded down the hall, dipping into the bathroom before I heard the bedroom door click open again. I started the shower, and waited for it to heat up. I peeled off my nightshirt and let it hit the floor with a damp fwap. Then I slipped my underwear off, letting it fall to the floor around my ankles. I looked in the mirror, and saw my hair laying scraggly and damp around my head and shoulders. The sweat made it look brown and matted, not its usual wavy red. I put my elbows on the counter and leaned out until my face almost touched the mirror. I brought my right hand up and wiped what was left of the sweat off of my face, glad that my freckles didn't wipe off with it.
I stood back, and looked at my body in the mirror. My chest was still flat, even though apparently everyone else besides me and Lilith in sixth grade at least had a training bra. I looked at the sprinkling of freckles across my collarbone, and glanced over my stomach, glad that it was at least nice and firm. I let my eyes wander down, wondering when I would finally start to grow some hair down there.
I didn't let my eyes wander long, and quickly turned around to face the shower, now that steam started to fog up the mirror. As I stepped into the shower, I took one last peek back at the mirror to take a look at my butt. Before I had much of a chance to examine it, I looked at the door and realized it was still open. Much to my horror, I saw Mom standing right outside the doorway, looking in with a smirk, holding my change of clothes.
I started to yell, “MOM. HOW LONG HAVE YOU-” before I lost my footing in my panic to jump in the shower. I slipped, and grappled at whatever I could to regain my balance. I saw the shower curtain rip from the rings, shampoo and soap bottles slipping off the ledges in the shower, and then felt the sharp thud as I came crashing to the floor.
Mom shouted, “Are you okay?!” and I groaned a tormented 'yes' as I laid sprawled at the bottom of the shower.
“Oh, baby, you're just having the crappiest night, huh?”
I started to cry again. As the water fell on me, I thought, well, at least now I'm getting clean. I saw Mom's fuzzy likeness through what was still hanging of the shower curtain, and she paused for a few moments before she walked over, set my clothes down on the toilet, and sat on the other side of the curtain. She reached her arm around it, grabbed my hand, and held it tightly.
“How about this,” she said, “If you still feel crappy in the morning, you can stay home from school today. You don't need classes to stress you out even more.”
I thought for a second, as the shower washed the tears from my face, and nodded. I saw her fuzzy likeness through the shower curtain, and could make out a faint smile. She gave my hand another squeeze, and said, “Don't worry about the curtain, I'll fix it tomorrow. Just try not to splash, okay?”
I choked out, “Okay.”
She got up, walked to the door, and paused for a few seconds. I couldn't make out much, except for her face looking back at me. She was probably just thinking of how to fix the curtain. “Good night, Abigail,” she said, before walking out into the hallway.
“Good night, Mom,” I said, as she shut the door. I continued sitting down in the shower, letting the water wash over me. I slid a little farther from the water, and grabbed one of the soap bottles off of the floor. I squirted a bit into my hand, put the bottle back down, and rubbed my hands together. I started lathering myself up, washing my arms, then my chest. I worked my way down my stomach, reaching my hands around to my back, and then reached forward to wash my feet. My hands slid up my legs, and I made sure to clean the backs of my knees. Then, I lightly ran my hands up the inside of my thighs, stopping at the cleft where my legs met my hips.
I felt a shiver go up my spine, and slowly came to the realization that I had been slipping down into a laying position on the floor of the shower. The water rained down on my stomach, and I realized that a feeling had suddenly come over me that I had never felt before. Every spot I slid my hands over was tingling, and I was quivering all over. I let my hands fall to the floor by my sides, and let the water run as I tried to figure out what was going on.
Suddenly, the whole room seemed far too hot. I sat up, and reached up to turn the cold water knob on the shower. Even after the shower had cooled down, I still felt warm, but my whole body was shaking. I decided to wash my hair quickly and get out. I was still feeling tired, anyway. I rinsed my hair out, turned off the water, and grabbed my towel off the rack on the door.
As I dried myself off, the rough fabric of the towel was too much for me to handle. Wherever I slid the towel; over my chest, my thighs, my neck, the tingling heat in my body followed. It was too much for me to take, and I ended up only being able to really dry my hair. The rest of my body was too sensitive to deal with the towel. Defeated, I stared at the fogged-up mirror, looking at the indistinct shape of myself in it.
I eventually got myself moving, picking the clothes up off the toilet, and putting them over my still-moist body. The clothes stuck uncomfortably to me, just like the clothes I had gotten out of before my shower. A whole lot of good that did, I thought to myself. I hung the towel back up on the rack, opened the door, and quietly stepped my way to the bedroom. The door was cracked, and I pushed it open, slinked into the room, and shut it with a soft click. There were no lights, so I made my way somewhat clumsily to the bed. I slumped onto the mattress, pulled the sheet over my legs and stomach, and laid there, thinking about my terrible night.
As I tried to let myself get to sleep, I struggled against the clothes that were still lightly pulling against my damp skin. The nightshirt would rub against my nipples every time I shifted even a little, and the warm tingling, building to be almost unbearable now, would follow. Eventually, I just couldn't take the feeling anymore, and peeled the shirt off, tossing it on the floor next to my bed. I laid there with my chest exposed to the cold night air, and looked down to see my nipples pointing out against the cold. I tried covering up with the sheet, but that just brought back the rubbing and tingling the shirt had given me. I folded the sheet back down to my waist, and became aware of the same feeling building up around the elastic of my underwear. Frustrated, I slipped the fabric down off my legs and shoved it under the sheet with my feet. I didn't even want to deal with it becoming annoying again.
I laid there, angry that the night only continued to be so crappy. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about it, and let my mind wander. I thought about how nice Mom and Lilith had been after I had woken them up screaming, how good it had felt to have the both of them holding me. I thought of how I felt looking at myself in the mirror before I'd noticed Mom watching me, and then I remembered the look on her face when I noticed her.
I let out a long, slow breath, and realized that in the time my mind had been wandering, my left hand had slid its way up across my chest, and had begun pinching lightly at my right nipple. Surprisingly, there was no discomfort from the contact, only a feeling I liked that I couldn't quite place. I decided not to worry about it, and let myself continue pinching absent-mindedly.
My thoughts continued to wander. I thought of my reflection in the mirror. The freckles all over my body that Lilith and I shared, the icy blue of our eyes, the long, flowing waves of our fiery red hair that everyone always said was beautiful. I thought of all the times I would try to look in the mirror at my butt, but I always thought there was something lacking from the angle I saw it. It was always so much better to see it on Lilith. I knew our bodies were practically mirror images, and it had always been satisfying to look at her and see what I looked like to everyone else.
I thought of how she looked whenever she walked over to the closet in the morning. Her underwear hugging her body just under the curve of her butt, she would reach up on her tippy-toes to pull clothes from the hanger. I thought about how she would climb up and down the ladder of the top bunk, and I would always follow the lines of her underwear as she stepped up or down. I remember always liking whenever the fabric would work its way up into a wedgie while she slept, so that I could see the exact shape of her butt, or the short, thin line running through the gap between her legs.
I slid my right hand up over my thigh, and my finger traced a slow, small circle on my own body where I was thinking of Lilith. The tingling feeling had taken over, radiating from there, and my hands seemed to know on their own accord how to deal with it best. My breathing became heavier, and I started to think of how Lilith looked when I would catch sight of her without a shirt off. The small, pink nipples that would sometimes show through even after she had put a shirt on. The lines and curves of her back that would show off the frail muscles of her back and shoulders as she pulled a shirt on over her head.
I thought of Lilith, laying naked on the floor, spreading her legs wide and rubbing her hands up her thighs, until the tip of her finger slid effortlessly into her warm, wet...
I realized this was not ever something I had actually seen. I remembered what I was doing. Laying in bed, arching my back as I pinched my nipple, letting my feet shove the bedsheets to the foot of the bed as my finger found its way for the first time into what I had just discovered was the most amazing-feeling spot on my whole body. I got a hold of myself and realized just how heavily I was breathing. I noted how much noise I was making, and took in a deep breath, holding it in as I laid back flat on the bed, stopping my feet from moving.
Then, after I held my breath for a second, there was a deep exhale and a faint wimper with the sound of motion. But it didn't come from me. I laid there, and heard it continue for a few seconds, before it suddenly stopped short. The sound had been coming from the top bunk.
I sat in silence for another moment, before I quietly asked, “Lilith?” before letting my bated breath go.
I heard Lilith swallow loudly, and then I realized that I immediately swallowed nervously, too. It was a reaction she and I had whenever we knew we were in trouble. The room was silent for a few seconds.
“Um, I, uh...” was all that she said.
“What were you doing?” I asked, realizing as I finished saying it that it was likely the exact same thing I had been doing. I heard the bed creak and felt it move as she contorted herself to hang her head down over the edge of the bunk. Even in the dark I could see her flushed cheeks as she stared at me from above.
She waited a few seconds, and finally said, “I might ask you the same question.” We looked nervously into each other's eyes, and I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, Lilith's eyes moved away from mine, and she looked at the rest of my body. I quickly became aware of how naked I was, and tried to cover myself with my hands as Lilith stared down at me. By the time I looked back up at Lilith, her eyes had met mine again, and she had a smirk on her face. I realized it was the exact same face I had seen on Mom when I had been looking at myself in the mirror earlier.
“You were masturbating!” Lilith whispered scathingly.
“Was not!” I whispered back, before immediately realizing that that was a complete lie. I had been masturbating. And I had been thinking of Lilith. But she couldn't have known that. And then I realized, Lilith had been doing it too. It hit me that she was masturbating to the sound of me below her.
“You totally were! You're naked!” she said with a grin all the way across her face.
“Okay, maybe I was, but you were, too,” I spat, “and you were doing it to the sound of me!”
The grin vanished from her face. The flush in her cheeks grew even more intense, and I saw her eyes dart from my face to my body, then around the room. She swallowed again, and I knew she didn't have a comeback that could top that. I expected her to climb back up to her bed or argue with me, but she didn't. She just kept hanging down, staring down into my eyes.
It suddenly became apparent to me what had been going on with me all night. I was horny, for the first time. And I suddenly realized that I was incredibly turned on by the idea of Lilith masturbating while thinking of me. I was again aware of my nakedness, and it dawned on me that there might be a way I could work this awkward situation to my advantage.
Slowly, without taking my eyes off of hers, I let my arms fall away from the spots I had been covering. I laid there with my arms at my sides, and arched my back slightly, giving Lilith a full view of my naked body. Her eyes darted over the rest of me, and a look of confusion came over her face. She looked me in the eyes with an expression of incredulity.
I put on the sexiest face I could muster, and said quietly, “Keep going.”
“What?” she whispered.
“You heard me,” I said firmly.
She swallowed again, and for a few moments, she said nothing. I expected her to argue, to tell me I was wrong or crazy or disgusting, but instead, to my surprise, I heard a faint shuffle, and I saw the look on her face change from confusion to a look I had never seen before. Her breathing relaxed, and she began to take in long, slow breaths. Her eyes panned slowly up and down my body, and I knew that she must be playing with herself.
I let myself go to what was happening, and I began to let my hands wander across my skin. I pulled my fingertips slowly across my stomach, up over my ribs, and then slowly took my fingertips in circles around my nipples. I let one hand pinch at my nipple, while the other slid down my sternum, across my stomach, and down between my legs. I let my finger got to the spot where the warm tingle of arousal radiated with the most energy. I pushed down, and felt a small nub of flesh under the skin. I lost myself in the feeling, and I looked at Lilith, who had an expression of longing taking over her face. Her eyes were locked on mine, and mine to hers. For a few minutes, we continued just like that, masturbating to each other and not breaking eye contact, except for when Lilith would glance over the rest of my body to watch me touch myself.
Eventually, I noticed that she was sliding off the top bunk, and I immediately became aware that she could fall if we kept this up. I decided that bringing her down from the top bunk could also work out better for both of us, and realized I could kill two birds with one stone. I pulled my hand from my nipple, and brought it up to slide over my bottom lip. I looked at Lilith coyly and reached my hand slightly towards her. I extended my index finger, and then slowly curled it back towards me, beckoning her to come down from the top bunk.
Her eyes closed and her brow furrowed as her lips came to a slight pucker. I think she was more turned on thinking of what was about to happen than I was. She quickly pulled herself up, disappearing onto the top bunk. I saw her slender feet plant themselves on the top rung of the ladder, and she stepped gingerly down each rung. I watched her butt wiggle from side to side as she walked down the ladder. When she reached the floor, she turned to face me, and sat down next to my bed with her face resting on the side, only a few inches from mine. I looked into her eyes, and asked, “have you ever thought about me before when you touched your...uh...”
She finished for me, “My pussy?”
I nodded dumbly.
Without a word, she stood up, raising her hips to my eye level. She lifted her right hand to her collarbone, running a finger over it from her shoulder to the middle of her neck. She slowly ran her hand down across her sternum, pulling lightly at the top of the camisole she wore to bed as she went. Her fingertips lightly lifted the bottom hem of the fabric, exposing the soft, pale skin of her stomach for a moment. Then she slid her fingers under the waistband of her cotton underwear, pulling the front tight to her, showing me slight details of everything hidden under the soft, blue fabric.
“No,” she whispered, “but when I heard you playing with yourself, I don't know what happened, I just got turned on.”
She slid her hand down, letting her fingertips touch her pussy again. I followed suit, letting a moist finger glide back into mine. We continued like that for a few minutes, not saying a word. Suddenly, Lilith pulled her hand from her underwear, lifted her left hand to brace herself on the top bunk, and swung her knee up onto my mattress. she followed suit with the other, and then put all her weight onto her hip, laying down slowly by my left side. She looked at her moist fingertips, and slowly brought them towards her face. She looked me in the eyes, and extended her tongue as she brought her fingers to her lips. She sucked on them slowly, closing her eyes as she let out a soft moan.
I pulled my finger out of my pussy, brought it up to my face, and slid it into my mouth. The slightly salty, musky flavor made me even more turned on. I looked at Lilith, only a few inches from my face, and seeing the look of lust in her eyes made a feeling come over me that I couldn't resist. I put my hand on her hip, pulled her close to me, and rolled onto my left side. My lips met hers, and for a few moments, we simply pressed our lips together, breathing heavily onto each other's faces. Eventually, Lilith puckered her lips, smacking them against mine, and went back to pressing against mine. When she did it again, I followed suit, sharing a kiss with her that was different from any that we had shared before.
After a few of these kisses, she centered her lips on my bottom lip, and I felt her tongue take an exploratory lick across my mouth. I followed her lead, licking lightly against the tip of her tongue. She pressed her lips into me more firmly, this time grabbing my tongue and sucking it lightly into her mouth. I moaned, turned on by my sister's passionate kissing. As we continued making out, I felt her hand find its way to my hip. She let her fingers dance on my skin, and then slowly moved her hand to the small of my back. She pulled my hips closer to hers, and slid her other hand up underneath my face. She scratched lightly with both hands, letting her fingernails rake over my skin. She reached around to the back of my head, pulling my head closer, taking my tongue into her mouth again, lightly biting down on the tip. She held it there, and quickly flicked her tongue against mine. She and I both moaned, and when she finally released me, I pulled away, catching my breath as I looked into her eyes.
I wrapped my arms around her, and rolled over onto my back again. I spread my legs, letting her rest her legs between mine. I felt the cotton of her underwear rubbing against my pussy, and enjoyed the soft warmth of her body pressing against me. She moved her head to the side, laying a big, moist kiss on my neck. She continued, sucking lightly on my skin, and soon began biting into me. Her hands played over my ribcage, eventually finding their way to my sensitive, tingling nipples. She supported herself on her elbows as she let her fingertips push down into my flesh, rubbing in slow circles. I moaned with delight as the tingling sensation spread to a warm, incredible feeling throughout my body.
She started grinding her hips into mine, rubbing the fabric of her underwear firmly against my pussy. Even with the barrier between us, I could feel the slight nub of skin above her pussy grinding against mine. As she played with my nipples and rubbed against the inside of my legs, We both began to breathe heavily. We breathed into each other's faces, looking into each other's eyes. She leaned her head down and planted a kiss on my lips before biting down on my bottom lip, pulling it towards her with a moan. I squeaked out a little noise as a feeling washed over me that made me feel even more aroused.
Lilith pushed away from me as she broke the kiss, standing up on her knees, hunched to keep her head away from the bottom of her bunk. She crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the hem of her cami, and pulled it up over her head. She tossed it on the floor next to the ladder, and stood over me, her flat chest and pink nipples standing out against the moonlight that shone in through the window. I sat up as she leaned forward, and she kissed me on the forehead. She reached her left hand up behind my head, and guided my mouth to her nipple. I kissed her gently, letting the tip of my tongue graze her nipple. She whimpered, pulling my head closer. I closed my mouth around her nipple, and let my tongue swirl around it. Her breathing began to get ragged as she held me as close as she could. She reached up and grabbed onto one of the slats keeping her bed above us, and I reached my hands around her waist, letting my fingertips rest on her butt.
I remembered her biting my lip, and decided to do the same. As I bit down on her nipple, she let out a moan that let me know how much she liked it. Just as I got into it, she gathered my hair into a ponytail and pulled my head away. She pushed lightly on my shoulders until I was laying back down on the mattress. She lowered her face to my stomach and slowly kissed her way up to my chest. She went from side to side, getting closer to my nipples before backing away and kissing her way to the other one. With every kiss, she made me more and more aroused. As she grazed her lips on the side of my right nipple, I reached down to the small of her back and raked my fingernails up to her shoulder blades. She let out a quiet moan, and took my nipple into her mouth. She sucked on it, flicking it with her tongue as she let her hands slide over my thighs. She bit down lightly, causing me to dig into her back again with my nails. Her hand slid up over my stomach, across my ribcage, and to my other nipple, squeezing it and twisting it as she licked and bit the other.
I shook my head from side to side, overcome by the feeling of having my twin suckle and pinch on my chest. She lowered herself back down again, rubbing her panties against my pussy. I slid my hands down, putting both palms on her butt, giving her a little squeeze. She giggled at my touch. I slid the fingertips of my right hand around, over the crease between her leg and her butt. She went silent and breathed in sharply as my fingers pressed against the moist, warm fabric covering her pussy. I moved my hands, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her underwear. She reached behind her, helping me pull her small, blue panties off of her. As she tossed them on top of her cami, she looked at me with her mouth opened slightly, sighed, and leaned over me.
As she pressed her hips against mine, I felt the smooth, hairless flesh above her pussy make contact with mine, and gasped at the warmth of her body. She laid her chest onto mine, kissing me deeply on the lips. She slowly began to move her hips forward and back, rubbing the top of her pussy against mine. I felt the nubs under our skin rubbing together, as if trying to interlock, while her tongue slipped into my mouth. The tingling feeling washed over my whole body, and I wrapped my arms around Lilith's back as the slick wetness of both her pussy and tongue rubbed against mine.
Our breathing became heavier, and started to keep in time with each thrust of her hips. She pressed harder into me, and I found myself raising my hips every time she lowered hers to press our pussies closer together. She broke away from our kiss, gasping for air with short, quick breaths. As we both breathed together, I started to feel the tingling get more and more powerful, taking over my entire body. I felt my legs begin to quiver, and I gripped onto Lilith's shoulders as tightly as I could. Both of our bodies had become sweaty and slick, and as I held her close, our nipples rubbed together, intensifying the feeling.
As she ground herself into me with a few short, tense strokes, I felt a wave of quivering ride over me. My whole body shook as Lilith ground her pussy into mine. I lost control of my body, gripping Lilith as close to me as I could get her. She continued rubbing into me as my convulsions slowed, and quietly she whispered, “So close...”
I attacked her mouth with my lips and tongue, let her grind her hips into mine as every stroke sent another wave of pleasure over me. She slid her pussy over mine with one last, short push, and then her arms gave out as she collapsed on top of me, gripping at me and flailing her legs as I had a few moments earlier. She gasped for air, digging her nails into my skin until her body gave up.
We both laid there, breathing in short, ragged breaths for a few minutes. Lilith turned her head, kissing, liking, and biting my neck and shoulders. She turned my head toward hers as she slid off of me, laying on her side next to me. She gazed into my eyes, and gave me a short, sisterly peck on the lips.
“Mind if I sleep on the bottom bunk tonight?” she asked with a grin.
My only response was to roll into her arms, hold her close, and give her a long, passionate kiss, before falling asleep in her arms.