Capítulo 3902: A1
Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy, I would love to hear your thoughts. Mica xx Yorkshire England
I am Kayla, short for Michaela, and my twin brother is Mik, short for Michael. Yes, mum and dad were real inventive and innovative on the naming front eighteen years ago. Dad owns a company that leases property to people, seems quite successful, I suppose I shall end up working there. Mik is at university studying Business Management, he will certainly end up working there, and will probably end up owning it when dad retires. I really don't care, I have no interest in it at all.
Mum was at the gym cum health club that she goes to. I have been a few times, it's okay I suppose. There are various gym rooms with all the equipment you could think of, a swimming pool, sauna and steam room, and they run all sorts of classes like aquarobics, step classes, fitness stuff. Generally, it is all a bit in your face for my liking. I prefer to just have a quiet swim or sauna, or perhaps use some of the Resistance Machines. I do have a membership, as does Mik, but I rarely go, too much of a faff.
I was laying on one of the sun loungers on the patio, my buds in, listening to some old seventies prog rock, I was so bored with modern music I was trying back catalogues. Today I was listening to a band called 'Yes', organ solo's whizzing from ear to ear, the way they used to do stereo back then, it sort of played with your brain. I wasn't sure whether I loved or hated it.
It was end of term and Mik was at home, having turned up unannounced yesterday, he flopped on the sun lounger next to me.
"Watcha doing sis?"
"Bugger all, listening to music."
"How's it been while I was at Uni?"
"You know how, I have texted you nearly every day. Boring."
"No boyfriend to distract you?"
"God no. I don't go anywhere to meet them, and any I do happen to meet know all about dad's money and I can't trust them to only be after one thing?"
"What? Your hoo ha?"
"No idiot, not my fanny, my dad's money. You? Girls?"
"No they are so vapid. Too many into drugs or getting legless in the bar. No, you would think Uni would be full of studious peeps, but no, they are mostly airheads."
"Even on your course?"
"Yup, well the few girls are, the boys, which are in the majority, don't interest me."
"Wow, both striking out. God I'm bored."
"Do you want to do something?"
"Like what?"
"Truth or dare?"
"God that is so American porn movie. Does anyone really actually do that in real actual life?"
"Ok, busted, I watch porn."
"Oh I am not bothered by that, I meant does anyone do that truth or dare thing in England?"
"Dunno, no social gatherings me, I am Mickey no mates, of my own choosing I hasten to add."
"I am still bored."
"Okay, take it in turns, I'll start, I will ask you a question, you either answer or I dare you to do something and you have to do it."
"Really, God this is lame. And what if I don't do the dare?"
"Nothing, it just means that you are even lower down the 'person to hang out with scale' than I thought you were."
"God, you are so mean. Right, I'll go first." I decided if I could stop this in it's tracks. "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"How often per day do you masturbate?" That should stop him.
"Crumbs, twice usually, maybe three."
Damn, that was supposed to shut him up, I just thought boys would be embarrassed about that.
"Okay, my turn."
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to take your bra off, anything that comes off can't go back on." Oh really? Boys and boobs.
I put my hand up my top, undid my bra, pulled one strap down my sleeve and then pulled my bra down through my other sleeve. Easy. No nipple slip, top still on.
"Right then, my turn. Truth or Dare?" No, I wasn't warming to this stupid game.
"Truth." He was being cautious.
"How old were you when you lost your virginity."
"Today years old, I am a virgin still."
Again not embarrassed, how odd. I must try something more sensitive next time.
"Right Kayla, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"How old were you when you lost your virginity."
"Easy, same as you." I didn't mind that I hadn't shagged anyone yet. It would happen. I was on protection, just in case, but hadn't yet found someone interesting or attractive enough to do it with.
"Wow, here we are, both eighteen and both virgins, who would of thought it?"
"Well, it is no big deal, not to me anyway. It'll happen when it happens."
"Same. I do not feel the need to sow my wild oats, I wank. The end. That is just a bit of relief."
"True, same here."
"You wank?"
"Well, yeah, sort of. I rub myself."
"Do you orgasm?"
"I guess I do, I mean it is an amazing moment, it takes my breath away."
"Truth or Dare?" He asked.
"Oh haven't we finished with this stupid game?"
"No. Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Have you ever fancied shagging dad?"
"What, God no."
"Oh, Wouldn't mind shagging mum. She is quite fit looking you know?"
"Well, no I don't, I don't tend to fancy women. Have you seen her naked?"
"Yes, several times."
"How?"
"She is always walking around upstairs nude and she never shuts her bedroom door."
"Have you seen her shagging? Is that why you want to shag her?"
"Yes, I have, dad, of course. A few times."
"And that is a turn on? Wow. It would turn me off, watching our parents shag. Eurgh."
"You look a lot like mum you know?"
"What? How would you know?"
"Oh don't be silly."
"Oh, you watch me?" That was disturbing actually, the thought of my brother watching me.
"Oh no, but we have grown up together, I occasionally saw you naked once you started to develop into you as a woman, simply by chance. Believe me, you do look like a young version of mum."
"Thanks, I think."
I paused. "So, does that mean you want to shag me?"
"Of course I do."
"Oh."
He looked at me and shrugged. I wasn't sure how to process this. He didn't look like dad, and anyway, I have never fancied our dad. He wants to shag mum and thinks I look like mum. Does that mean he will be shagging mum by shagging me? Freud would have a field day.
"Would you want to shag me?"
Well I supposed that question was always coming.
"No. Truth is, I have never imagined it, never thought about sex with you. In fact I haven't really thought about sex with anyone."
"Oh, I suspect that is probably interesting. If I was an analyst, I might have quite a workout with that."
"Well you are not and I am not a subject for you to workout on."
"Hi Kids," mum called as she walked through the front door. Home sooner than expected.
"Didn't expect you yet mum," I called in to her.
"Oh here you are," she said as she came out on the patio. "The class was cancelled, the PT was ill or something, so I just did a few exercises on my own and came home. You kids okay?"
"Yes mum." Kids indeed, sometimes she talks to us as if we are ten not eighteen.
"Why is your bra on the floor Michaela?" I hate my full name, mum insists on using it, even dad says Kayla.
"Oh it was digging in."
"Well I hope you didn't display your all and sundries when you took it off."
"No mum, I slipped it down my sleeve."
All and sundries indeed, she does have some weird sayings.
After dinner and some boring tv involving islands and supposedly pretty people, and jungles and so called celebrities most of whom I had never heard of I went up to bed. TV was even more boring than doing nothing.
I lay on my bed thinking on what Mik had said. Would I want to shag dad? I had seen him naked, not that I would ever admit it, and I had seen him shagging mum, not that I would admit to that either. Seeing him naked or watching them shag did nothing for me. He is still good looking, but he is over twice my age. I do not have any amount of dick experience, so I neither know whether his is big or small, or whether it fits comfortably inside me. I am just assuming that any dick will fit and my fanny will adjust. It certainly fits inside mum okay, and as Mik pointed out, mum and I are pretty similar, one difference is I am shaven, she is not.
I decided on balance, no, I would not want to shag dad. That would just be weird. Mik wants to shag me. Well that did kind of surprise me. Did he simply want to shag me because I am a woman and available? I obviously don't mean available in the sense that I will drop my knickers for him at his request, I mean that I am here, around and about, so to speak.
Did I want him to shag me? Well, I hadn't actually thought about it. I hadn't really looked at any man and thought 'I want to shag you', be he brother, father, uncle or random guy. I now had the idea percolating. What to do about it though? To shag or not to shag, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer etc. Yeah, I did Shakespeare at school. Hated it, but some things always stick with you, and pop unexpectedly into your head.
I stripped my clothes off and got into bed and lay on my back, head on the pillows. I ran my hand across my boobs and then down over my navel to my valley. Still smooth, no spiky hairs, and lightly touched my button. Ooh, yes, those little tremors, so delicious, I loved them. Would I love them as much, or more even, if they were administered by someone else, by Mik? I slid further down my valley, my legs parting, my lips easing apart and I found my entrance. I dipped a finger in, it felt much like a tampon would. How would a dick, Mik's dick, feel inside?
I went to sleep thinking of Mik and woke up feeling frustrated and unsure, and also a bit horny. I shook my head, annoyed with myself for such basic behaviour making me feel out of sorts. I put my robe on and padded into the bathroom, locked the door behind me which I never do, and had a shower, just a rainfall, I let the warm water fall and cascade over me as I applied lather.
I wrapped my head in a towel, turban style, put my robe on and went to my bedroom, again shutting the door, something I never really did, nothing happening inside my room that mum and dad would worry about, why click door to? Well, when your brother tells you he wants to shag you, that's when you click your door to.
I dried my hair and brushed into a pony, added a hair band and then a scrunchie. Soft wire free bra, boyshort panties and a sundress. That was me decent, no possibility of accidental exposure, except possibly some pantage. Mum was already in the kitchen when I got down.
"Toast dear?" She asked.
'Er, no thanks mum, I'll just do myself a grapefruit, but if the kettle has boiled, I'll have a tea."
I peeled a grapefruit and cut out the segments and popped them into a bowl, sprinkle of sugar and left the segments and sugar to embrace each other whilst I made a mug of tea. All sorted, I sat and ate my breakfast at the kitchen table, mum still fussing around emptying the dishwasher and generally tidying up.
"Oh God, eurgh, morning all," Mik said strolling into the kitchen in his dressing gown, unwashed, hair a mess."
"You have a bedhead bro," I said between chewing the segments.
"Morning dear," Mum said, "do you want some breakfast?"
"God no mum, thanks, just coffee."
"Good grief Bro, what's up with you today?"
"I have no idea, just woken up filling shit."
"Michael, language," Mum said shaking her head.
"Sorry mum."
I wondered what had gotten into him, he seemed fine yesterday.
"Well, don't come near me with your lurgy," I said, "I don't whatever disease you have bought back from uni."
"I know, I was fine yesterday. I think I'll drink my coffee, shower, now you have finally freed up the bathroom," I stuck my tongue out at him, "and sit in the garden for a while, see if the fresh air helps."
"Well I am off to Grans for the morning. Your father is already at work. So if you get worse and need me, you will have to text me."
"Yes mum."
I finished my grapefruit and tea and put the mug and dish in the dishwasher.
"Right, I am going upstairs for a bit, I will probably lay in the sun when it warms up a bit outside. Bye mum."
"Bye love."
And that was that, poxed brother left behind I went up and lay on my bed and grabbed my iPad and watched a few YouTube videos, just eclectic, random things from people stuffing stupid amounts of food down in order to win a tshirt, to guys clearing runways from snow in Antarctica.
I vaguely heard mum shouting goodbye as she headed off to see her mum for the morning. Dad pays for a cleaner for gran, but mum still likes to go round, to 'finesse' as she calls it. They will gossip, no doubt talking about me and Mik, and they may make scones for gran to enjoy over the next few days, and then mum will come back early afternoon. That was the way it usually went.
My door knocked. Well it could only be one person.
"What, go away, you have lurgy."
"No I don't."
"What the heck was all that in the kitchen for then?"
"So mum didn't drag me along to gran's. Can I come in?"
"S'pose."
Sneaky brother. The door opened and he came in. Obviously clean and showered, hair brushed, T shirt and shorts.
"You okay?"
"Me bro? I am fine, I am not trying to avoid people."
"How did you sleep?"
"Okay, why, odd question."
"Well, I tossed and turned all night. All I could think of was you, sorry and all that. And, being twins, we often feel each other's emotions, and so I wondered if you had a disturbed night too."
It is true, Mik and I are often in synch mood wise, but dreams? And yes, I had some torrid dreams involving my naked brother.
"Oh. What were you thinking bro?"
"Don't have a go."
"Okay."
"You. I was thinking of kissing you. Of touching you. Of feeling you. Of seeing you."
"Oh. Hell bro, where is this coming from?"
"I don't know, perhaps it is because I was away."
"I thought about you too."
"Oh?"
"I don't know what to do, I am conflicted."
"In what way?"
"I honestly never thought about sleeping with you until you spoke about it yesterday."
"Oh? I have often thought about you, sorry."
"Don't be silly, you do not have to apologise to me."
"What are we going to do?"
I took a deep breath and stood up.
"I guess there is only one thing we can do. You are going to have to undress me."
He looked at me, his eyes wide, and I saw his shorts move at the front. He moved towards me.
"I am inexperienced, I might make a mistake."
"Same here, and I am pretty sure with my limited knowledge of human sexual biology, that neither of us are likely to kill the other if we do make a mistake."
He stopped forward and took the hem of my sundress and pulled it up my body. I held my arms up so that he could fully pull it off me. He dropped it on my chair and then stood back and looked at me in my mismatched bra and knickers.
"God sis, you are bloody stunning."
"Pillock, you are only saying that because you want to get into my knickers."
"No, correction, I want to get you out of your knickers."
He stood forward and put his arms around my back and unclipped my bra, pulling it forward and down off my arms, he dropped it on to my chair along with my sundress. His hands went to the hem of my knickers and pushed them down as far as just above my knees. He stood tottering on one foot and used the other to push them to the floor. I stepped out of them. Naked in front of my brother for the first time in probably ten years. Certainly last time I knowingly was naked before him I didn't have boobs.
"Jeez sis."
Okay, I know, I am a naked woman stood in front of a virgin boy. What else was he going to say? He stepped back and pulled his T shirt off, his chest and abdomen weren't massively developed like those guys that go to the gym, but it wasn't flabby. He pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them naked. I looked. I looked hard.
His dick was hard, sticking forwards and up, his foreskin slightly back exposing a bit of his head, his wee hole showing. His dick looked to be probably about seven inches long, more than a palm width certainly. It was quite fat, probably like a good zucchini, more than a cucumber. His balls hung down, off the bottom side of his dick, around about where it disappeared into his body. They were swaying a little, and his dick was twitching.
"Can I touch it?" I asked, why I was so nervous I was unsure.
"Oh God, yes, please."
I knelt on the bedroom carpet, my face only an inch from his dick. This was my first close up of a fully ready to go man's penis, and I decided it would be daft to let this opportunity go to waste.
I sniffed, his aroma was clean with an edge of, perhaps, musk? I put my finger and thumb around his dick and held it. It was very hard, surprising to be so hard without an actual bone inside it, but skin was very soft, oh for such soft skin, perhaps it is all the moisturiser he uses as lubricant. I wrapped the rest of my fingers around his dick and squeezed. It felt good, Lord knows why but it did. I moved my hand down, easing his foreskin down over the head of his dick, it was fascinating to watch it unfold. The end of his dick was bigger around the rim of his dick than the shaft was, and his foreskin would tuck behind the rum. The end of his dick was a reddish purple and as I eased his skin up and down, a drop of whiteish juice appeared at his whole.
I don't know why, but I leant forward and wrapped my mouth around his dickhead, sucking the juice onto my tongue. Slightly salty, a little metallic, and it caused Mik to gasp as I sucked. I began to move my head up and down, as if I were shagging him with my mouth. It gave me a feeling of control, Mik was just standing there gasping.
I pulled back and let his dick out of my mouth and into the air of the bedroom.
"Wow." I said, I knew I hadn't really done much, but the feeling of control was amazing. I stood and then lay on my bed, my head on the pillows, my legs apart as I looked at Mik.
"My turn now Mik. Explore me."
He knelt between my legs, my knees bending to give him more access in my fanny. I pressed my head into the pillow and closed my eyes. I wanted to feel what he did, to sense him rather than watch. I could feel his breath, he must have been close, looking at every part of me. A finger slowly moved between my lips, his fingernail running along my valley up to my clit. He touched it and an incredible feeling almost overwhelmed me, my breath caught, I could only gulp air in, not breathe out, my lung was filling.
Oh shit, he licked me, I have never felt that before, it was so intense I was afraid I would collapse. As he licked my clit, a finger edged around my entrance, circling my fanny, slowly pushing inside, deeper and deeper, electricity building up, my buttocks clenching tight, my knees tightening, it felt as if I were going to raise into the air.
"Oh, jeez," I managed.
He eased his finger out and pulled back and moved up to hover over me. I could feel his dick at my crotch. I leant down and lined it up with my entrance, Mik pressed forward and I felt his dick entering, oh my, what a strange sensation. I could feel him opening me, stretching me, no pain, no discomfort, just a feeling of being filled. He stopped and I felt a small tension inside.
"Sis?" He asked.
"Do it," I said and he pressed harder, there was a ping inside me, "ouch" and then there was no resistance and he was inside, of my. I hadn't really noticed what it felt like as such, just that I was being filled. His balls were on my thighs, his belly was on mine and he was leaning back, his arms straight.
He began to ease out, and this time I was able to concentrate on what I was feeling. His dick moved back and as it did I could feel what I presumed was his foreskin moving up, and his dickhead moving down. My fanny began to feel empty, a strange feeling, it had never felt anything before, full or empty, but now I was feeling empty, something was missing.I felt him slip out completely, his dick floundering in the valley of my fanny not inside me. I reached down and put his dick into the right place and he pushed, sliding inside me again, and yes, I was sure it was his foreskin I could feel moving, and I loved the filled feeling as he reached the depth of my fanny. I put me legs around his buttocks and my hands around his back, my fingernails digging in, not to sharply I hoped. He moved back, this time not so far and then quickly back in and soon he was shagging me.
My first time. I had nothing to compare it with. I could feel him moving within me, the end of his dick pressing at the depth of my fanny, a sort of internal drumming, his balls bouncing off my thighs and a sort of slap or smack sound as his pubis smacked against my mons as he pressed fully in. I realised that I was gasping as he filled me, and I sort of panted as he partially withdrew.
My clitoris was humming, and my whole crotch felt as if it were tightening. There were electrics building, but more, so much more than when I rubbed myself, and I knew that my bottom cheeks had clenched. I had never felt this, this was very new to me.
I screamed, it came out of nowhere and an orgasm exploded through me. Jolts of electric shot out from my crotch, hitting my nipples, my ears, my fingers and my toes, my fanny spasmed and gripped Mik's dick as the shots of pleasure rumbled through my body and my back arched high in the air.
As I slumped back on the bed, gasping in the aftermath, Mik shuddered and pushed in hard. I could feel his dick spurting inside me, pulsing as he orgasmed too. He slumped down, not quite his weight on me, and then he rolled to the side, his dick falling out of me and then sliding wetly across my thigh.
"Oh," he said.
"Yes," I answered.
"No virgins here anymore."
"No. Wow Mik, wow."
"Indeed. We have wasted time when we could have been doing this."
"Perhaps. Perhaps this was just the right time."
"Certainly wasn't the wrong time."
"It is dribbling out of me. I need to go shower."
"Okay, I'll go back to my room."
"Yes. Be for the best."
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