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He Stuck It In The Wrong Twin

And it was about time.

Part of me knew what I was doing was wrong, it’s just the rest of me didn’t care to listen to it.

The four of us have been sharing a house for three years. My husband and I, and my twin sister, Dava, and her husband, Tim.

I thought it would be great, but they were newlyweds and humped like rabbits. Every night I had to listen to them go at it like no one could hear them.

I figured they were just newlyweds, it would wear off in time, or maybe that was simply a reflection of my own experience.

Three years, every night and some mornings. I must have listened to my sister orgasm a hundred times.

My husband pretended not to hear it, but I couldn’t help it.

Three years and I’d had enough. I wanted what she was having. So, I took it.

I watched the pattern, he’d work late in his office, then about ten pm he’d make his way back to their room, wake my sister and give it to her until she screamed.

So, I made sure I was waiting in the laundry. I might have stolen a set of my sister’s lingerie, a hot little black demi-cup bra and crotchless panties, but we’re sisters and clothes get mixed up all the time.

Making sure that only the hall light was on, I bent over the laundry hamper and sorted loudly through its contents.

Between you and me, I’d decided I like the look and feel of the crotchless panties and had been playing with myself for the better part of a half hour while I waited. My lips were glistening with my own excitement when I finally heard the door to his study open.

I gave the hamper a good bump as he passed, and his feet squeaked against the porcelain tiles as he came to a rapid stop.

“There you are,” he chuckled. I could feel his eyes on me. I didn’t turn around, I didn’t dare. I might have wiggled my ass at him, and from the angle I daresay he could see just how aroused I was.

He crossed the laundry in what felt like a heartbeat, got on his knees and started eating me out.

Turns out my brother-in-law was pretty good with his tongue, after two minutes bent over the hamper with it lapping at my clit I was climbing the walls.

The only problem was, my husband and my sister were both asleep down the hall. I could hardly take my time enjoying his delightful tongue, when there was a chance, we might be disturbed. I needed more, and I wanted to avoid getting stopped before I got it.

“Give it to me,” I pleaded, hoping he was too worked up to notice the difference in our voices.

“As you wish,” he replied, getting to his feet.

That was when I felt him. The thick head of what felt like the biggest cock I’d ever experienced in my life pressed against my soaked pussy.

He grabbed me by the hips and drove it deep inside me.

The groan that escaped my lips surprised even me.

“So big,” I gasped as I realized my mistake. He felt good. Too good. There was no way I was going to be satisfied with only experiencing him once.

He reached for my breasts and his fingers deftly found my exposed nipples. They were taut, hard and needy, just like me.

His fingers drew another moan of ecstasy from me as he increased his tempo.

“That’s it. Harder Tim!” I begged.

“Whatever you need, Nina.” he whispered with a laugh.

My name. He knew.

But he didn’t stop, if anything it only caused him to grope more hungrily.

The feel of his fingers cupped against the smooth skin of my breasts while he was deep inside me was driving me wild.

“How did you know?” I gasped as my sister’s husband pounded me over the laundry hamper. The rhythmic slapping of his hips against my ass was driving me toward the edge of the cliff. I could feel my orgasm mounting like a dam ready to burst. It had been too long.

“Your sister calls me, Daddy,” he replied.

He was relentless, and I was wanton.

“Then fuck me, Daddy,” I begged as my orgasm tore through me.

I bucked against him, fucking him back as hard as I could manage but he was in control.

He pulled me tight against him, and as he throbbed, I realized I hadn’t given any consideration to the rest of my plan.

With my husband less than twenty feet away, my brother-in-law buried himself deep inside my married pussy and exploded like a volcano. I could feel the pulsing waves of him filling me up.

What had I done?

Slowly, patiently, repeatedly he thrust into me, each movement milking more of him inside me.

I was giddy, almost euphoric. It was the best orgasm I’d had in years.

No wonder the two of them went at it every night.

Tim pulled out, and I couldn’t help myself. I turned and got a good look at the hung horse cock that had just been inside me.

“Damn,” I muttered as my eyes lingered over its length.

“Night, Nina,” he replied with a grin.

“Wait, that’s all you’ve got to say,” I stammered. “You should make the most of this.”

He smiled. “I know that look, Nina. You’ll be back.”

He disappeared up the hall and as he vanished, I knew he was right. Once wasn’t nearly enough.

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