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I Watched Him Do My Twin

And I think I’m losing control…

It was three days since I’d seduced my sister’s husband. You can’t blame him; we’re twins and in the dark he didn’t realize his mistake until he was inside me. It was the best sex I’d had in years, and he certainly wasn’t complaining either.

He knew which twin he was in when he’d filled me to the brim. My memory of that night had been all I could think of for days. We shared a house with my sister Dava, and her husband Tim. An arrangement we’d thought would be wonderful for raising our families together.

What we hadn’t anticipated was just how loud, or how often the two of them would do it.

Sex with my husband Mike had been vanilla for years, we’d passed through the honeymoon phase and continued out the other side. I figured that was normal, and so I’d brought a vibrator and the two of us, me and my vibrator, became the best of friends. It’s only the natural order of things, right?

Moving in with my sister and her husband showed me just how wrong I was.

The two of them fucked like animals every night, and the thin plasterboard walls didn’t do anything to hide my sister’s orgasms.

Jealousy had driven me into tricking Tim right into my needy pussy.

Which is where my problems began, but certainly didn’t end. My first problem was that I wanted more. Tim was hung like a horse and had the stamina of a bull. Comparing Mike to him was not favorable for my poor hubby and only served to heighten my need.

Arriving home early from work, I pulled up out front and slipped into our master bedroom via the patio door. I didn’t see Dava or Tim’s cars, and Mike was still at work. So I decided it was the perfect opportunity for my wand and I to spend some quality time together.

It wasn’t Tim’s big old horse cock, but it certainly knew how to make me scream.

I was just about to turn on the bath, when a sharp crack carried through the house.

“What the hell was that?” I whispered to myself.

I was still carrying my wand in one hand as I snuck out to check on the noise.

Another sharp crack carried through the house, followed by what sounded like a groan.

It was coming from Dava’s room.

I crept down the hall and checked the garage. Sure, enough Dava and Tim had parked in the garage.

“So much for my quiet afternoon,” I muttered. As another sharp crack carried down the hall.

I knew I should retreat to my room, but curiosity is a dangerous mistress.

Glancing at their door, I could see that it was ajar. Clearly they didn’t think anyone else would be home. I crept quietly down the hall and risked a peek inside.

My twin, Dava was bent over the bed, her bare ass high in the air.

I stepped back in panic. I shouldn’t be watching this.

It’s not right. She’s my sister. The voice in my head whispered fast and furious.

You know you want to see that cock again. A competing voice whispered. The proverbial devil’s advocate to my common sense.

I’m ashamed to admit, I was so horny it drove all reason from my mind and I leaned back toward the crack in the door. A shameless voyeur to my twin’s pleasure.

Tim ran his hand over her smooth round ass, before delivering another spanking.

Dava’s groans filled the air.

Tim was naked but for a pair of shorts that were tenting furiously as he toyed with my twin’s ass. For her part Dava was wearing a set of black heels, a tartan skirt small enough to be a belt, a tight white blouse that had been tied off over a push up bra, and her dark brown hair was done in a set of pig tails. She was dressed like a slutty schoolgirl. Even I had to admit, jealous as I was, that she’d nailed it.

“Perhaps next time you’ll finish your homework on time,” Tim gloated.

“Yes, sir,” Dava groaned into the sheets.

“Perhaps you’ll do better with your oral skills,” he suggested.

Dava raised herself off the bed, shooting him a look that was pure sex. “Yes, sir.”

She dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled down his pants. His cock sprang free slapping against the side of her cheek before she wrapped a hand around it.

She could wrap both of her hands around the shaft, and still have some left for her lips.

Dava was always the lucky one when it came to men.

She gave him a sultry smile before using the thick head of his cock to force her lips apart.

Watching my sister blow her husband, I could feel my own arousal growing by the moment.

I licked my fingers and wished that I were there in her place, sucking something far more substantial between my lips. When that didn’t work, I lifted my skirt and pulled my damp thong aside.

I was soaked and slid my fingers inside myself.

Every part of me wanted to use my wand, but I was worried the noise would give me away. There was no explaining being hunched over in the hallway, peering through a crack in their door with my fingers desperately teasing my pussy.

“You’ve improved markedly since your first lesson,” Tim said reaching for Dava’s hand. “But if you’re wanting that A, I’m going to need more.”

My twin rose from the floor, bent over the bed and started to stroke herself.

“Is this what you wanted, sir?” she teased as she waggled her ass at him.

Tim guided his thick cock right to her soaked entrance and with a thrust buried himself deep inside her.

I suppressed a groan as I remembered vividly just how good that felt. What I wouldn’t give to swap places with her right now.

Tim wrapped his hand around that tiny excuse for a skirt and using it as a handle, he pounded her senseless.

Dava’s familiar moans filled the hall and I’m not going to lie, I came watching my twin sister get her brains fucked out.

I came hard.

It turns out, when you’re watching your identical twin get pounded by the same incredible cock you’d stolen a few days earlier, it’s not hard to imagine yourself in her place.

I slid down the wall as my trembling legs gave out from under me.

When I finally got my breath back, I peered through the door once more.

Dava was on top of him now, her blouse and front clasp bra had been torn open and she was clasping Tim’s hands to her tits.

Her moans were matched by his, as she rode him through her own raging climax.

As she did, Tim grabbed her by the hips, pulled her onto his hard cock and exploded inside that slutty schoolgirl.

As their fervor subsided, I grabbed my wand and retreated to my room.

“It’s going to be a long night,” I whispered as I slipped the door shut.

I’d almost made it to the bed when my phone buzzed.

Looking down I found a single message.

It was from Tim.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

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