By Cassie
Justine’s hands cupped Kelly’s face between them, framing her beauty as the two women kissed.
“Oh, my sister,” whispered Kelly, breathing between kisses. “You make me feel so alive.”
Justine responded with more kisses to her twin sister’s face. She felt the same — knew that somehow, being with Kelly completed her, fulfilled her every sexual desire. And right then, she wanted more.
Rolling to one side, she motioned for her sister to get up on all fours. Kelly did this while Justine reached down to a bedside cabinet and felt around inside, finally withdrawing a long, pink vibrator she often used.
Positioning herself behind and to one side of her sister, Justine played the sex toy over Kelly’s pussy, teasing and prodding before gently sliding the plastic shaft deep inside the juicy hole.
“Justine! Oh yes, yes….”
Reacting to her own unbridled arousal, Justine lowered herself toward her sister’s hips and, slowly fucking her sister with the buzzing vibrator, closed her mouth over Kelly’s spread anus, flicking her tongue at the soft, puckered rosebud.
The reaction was instantaneous as Kelly whipped her head round to look behind her. “Jus-tine!”
But the rest of her body didn’t protest, and Justine gave in to her desire as she tongued her sister’s ass, flashing the vibrator in and out of Kelly’s increasingly wet pussy all the while.
Suddenly craving a taste, Justine pulled the vibrator free and sucked the end of it before replacing it between Kelly’s thighs, once more using it to invade her sister. She repeated this action several times, sharing the glory of intimate sex as she rimmed Kelly and groped the woman’s breasts with her free hand.
Eventually, Kelly turned her head once more to speak to her sister, this time in a less urgent, but insistent, way. “Justine, I want to see you. I want to hold you.”
Justine flopped back on the bed, giggling — her mind a whirl of emotions, passions and thoughts she could barely comprehend. Kelly joined her and the two identical twins held and caressed each other until the fire of their passion merely simmered between them.
At length, after much exhaustive kissing and probing with eager fingers, Justine gazed at Kelly with half-lidded eyes. “Do you want to try something?” she asked.
Kelly was incredulous. “There’s more to try!?”
Justine giggled again and held her sister tightly for a moment, relishing in the softness of her slim, naked form. “Oh, Kelly, there’s a whole world of things we haven’t tried yet!” she said. “This is only the very beginning. The aperitif.”
Kelly hugged Justine back in almost the same fashion, then flicked the stray hair to one side and looked at her sister. “Yes,” she said, simply. “Whatever it is, I’ll try it. With you, anything.”
They kissed again on impulse, marvelling in that almost-exactly identical closeness of lips and tongues, then Justine rolled away and fumbled inside the bedside cabinet — this time, with both hands. Her backside was facing Kelly, and the twin sister took the advantage to trace circles round and round the tight perfect buttocks with her fingertips.
“That tickles!” said Justine, with all the complaint of a very willing victim. Soon, she resurfaced from her exploration of the cabinet, brandishing a long, snake-like dildo with faux-penis heads at either end. To Kelly, it looked slightly monstrous.
“I won this,” Justine said, grinning evilly, “at a lingerie party two years ago.”
“Won it?”
“Mmm-hmm. I won first place in the stuffing contest.”
“Do I want to know what that was?” said Kelly.
Justine barely stifled the embarrassed smirk she’d been trying to hide. “Let’s just say it involved a lot of novelty candy and a lot of relaxation!”
“Oh, my God!” gasped Kelly.
Justine reached behind her for a tube of lubricant. “You ready to see if it fits?”
“We’re doing this together, right?” Kelly said nervously.
Justine giggled, then motioned for Kelly to sit facing her, legs open and crossed over hers in a scissor-fashion. Then, gently inserting one lubed end of the double-dildo into her own pussy, gripped the other end and began to slowly feed it into her sister.
At first, there was still some length of the ribbed snake-like dildo remaining between them but, as each relaxed into a rhythm of masturbation with the toy, the length of it shortened and shortened until each woman could feel the grinding of her sister’s pussy against her own, speared by each end of the huge dildo as they both gripped each other’s hands for support. They rocked back and forth, rubbing and gyrating with the fullness of the dildo inside them.
At one point, Justine was unable to make eye contact with her sister, she was too intently concentrating on the movement and rhythm between her hips as the double-dildo gyrated inside her. She could feel Kelly’s smooth vulva rubbing between her legs, feel the tight grip of her sister’s hand as Kelly clung on to her in their sexual tryst.
It was the sharp intake of breath that made Justine open her eyes. Kelly’s shrill, almost pained cry struck a note of fear in Justine’s heart. But when she looked up, she saw that it was that shocking moment of unexpected ecstasy that prompted Kelly to cry out. Looking at her was like gazing at her mirror image, and Justine wondered if that was how she too appeared at the point of orgasm.
Kelly bucked on the double-dildo, tightly clutching Justine’s hands. She’d never, ever before felt so sexually fulfilled. And she was hungry for more of the same feeling. Hungry for that ecstasy she’d only yet known since being with Justine. And, she knew with a growing realisation, she was hungry for her own sister. Yes, desperate for her. Not just a look-alike. Not because she had suddenly come out of the closet. All she knew, within her heart, was that she wanted Justine and only Justine.
“Oh God!” she blurted out, trembling from her belly downwards as her body convulsed in orgasm, then gradually relaxed.
Slowly, with infinite care, Justine withdrew one end of the dildo from her sister’s pussy and ran her fingers up and down the now free end of the shaft. She knew that she had her orgasm yet to come, and knew what she wanted to get it. Only a moment’s hesitation stopped her. But she knew that she could trust Kelly with anything, and her sexual boundaries were something Kelly would surely come to test and explore.
She lay back, one end of the dildo still inside her pussy, the other in her hand. “I need this bit inside me, too,” she breathed, catching her twin’s eye.
“But — but how?” Kelly stammered.
“In my ass. I need to feel both ends inside me. Please, Kelly.”
Justine didn’t wait for her shocked sister to say or do anything, but curled the dildo inwards and began rubbing the slick, rounded end against her anus. Closing her eyes to relax, she began to work the second end of the toy into her rectum, hearing herself catch her own breath as the rounded head squeezed into her hole.
The position was awkward, and she had to hold on to both ends of the toy to keep either one from slipping out. But the sensation of being filled, the feeling of being penetrated at both wonderfully sensitive holes — this was something that turned Justine on immensely.
She felt Kelly’s hands on the tops of her upraised knees. “Do you — do you like that, then? In your… bum?” Kelly said nervously.
“Mmm. Agh. Oh, yes. Oh God, it feels good, Kelly. But I c-can’t hold on to it for very long.”
As she said it, she felt the pussy end of the dildo begin to slip out. As it flicked out and over her swollen clitoris, she felt Kelly move in close toward her and take hold of the toy. Justine looked down across her body and watched in amazement as Kelly began to suck the free end of the dildo, filling her mouth with her twin’s flavour.
Justine clenched the anal end of the dildo, trying to make sense of the feelings she was now experiencing.
“Do you want to keep that end in?” Kelly said, eyes wide, but still holding onto the double dildo.
“Yes,” Justine breathed. “Oh, yes.”
Kelly nodded and, kneeling close between her sister’s legs, began to work the dildo slowly in and out of Justine’s anus. As she did this, she bent her head low and began to flick her tongue at the pink flesh of her lover’s pussy. Kelly filled more and more of her with the dildo — three, four, then at least five inches up inside her ass.
Justine arched her back — she could take no more, but wanted to. She clamped her hands down on her sister’s head as Kelly feasted on her pussy, licking and sucking with a renewed energy.
Kelly knelt up to look at Justine, concentrating on pumping the dildo in and out of her twin’s asshole. “You like that, don’t you?” she said, biting her lip and breathing quick and fast.
“Yes! Yessss!” breathed Justine, surrendering her body to Kelly’s wonderful touch.
“You dirty little bitch,” Kelly said, playfully. “You dirty little—” But her words were lost as she dived back down to kiss, lick and suck at her sister’s pussy.
Justine’s orgasm was sudden and monstrous. She felt as though something inside her was coming to pieces. Never, in all her days as a sexual creature, had she ever experienced something so powerful.
Kelly began to tug the dildo out of Justine’s ass, knowing that at the peak of orgasm her pussy would be especially sensitive.
But Justine stopped her. “No! No. Gently, gently. Always gently with the ass,” she said.
Kelly nodded and slowly withdrew the dildo from her sister’s rectum. Dropping the sex toy over the side of the bed, Kelly experimented with a touch of her fingertip against Justine’s slightly gaping anus.
“I ain’t never done nothing like that before,” she said. “I ain’t never even thought of it.”
Justine smiled and, reaching out, drew her sister up toward her until the two were lying side by side. Ignoring the sticky fingers and swollen sex organs, they cuddled playfully with each other, marvelling in the soft touch of each other’s bare skin. Justine traced her fingertips across Kelly’s face, lingering on her full red lips as Kelly tickled her fingernail with her tongue.
“I’ve never done that before either,” said Justine, truthfully. She had no doubt that her sexual experiences were greater than her sister’s, but also knew that there was so much more she could, and would do with Kelly. More than she could have previously imagined.
“I love you,” she said, not knowing where the words came from, but meaning them from the bottom of her heart.
Kelly smiled sleepily, as though the sex they’d had was a just-completed marathon. “Love you too, sis,” she murmured.
They held each other for a long while, exchanging soft strokes of each other’s arms, thighs and shoulders. Finally, Justine felt Kelly drift into a deep slumber.
For her part, she stayed awake quite a bit longer, gazing at this newfound love, this soulmate and sexual partner. Again and again, these words spun through her tired mind. She’s my sister. She’s my lover. She’s my girlfriend.
A whirlwind of thoughts took her off to sleep, wrapped in Kelly’s loving arms.
Epilogue
It was the Wednesday after the day Kelly first came round to visit Justine’s flat, and the two flame-haired sisters had scarcely left each other’s company.
Justine knew that her life had entered a new chapter. She found herself in a situation she could never have predicted, knew a happiness she could never have dared to hope for. Her heart sang whenever she was in her sister’s company. She marvelled again and again at how much she could love and be loved by this wonderful woman. They shared more and more of their lives and histories with each other, compared wishes, desires and ambitions at every intimate level.
And they had sex. More sex than either had ever enjoyed in such a brief time. And it wasn’t all carnal, penetrative sex like past boyfriends had subjected them to. Sometimes it was nothing more than cuddling naked on the floor, watching TV and exploring each other with the gentlest of fingertips. It was like the first few days of a wonderful dream that they shared with each other. And it quickly taught them two things.
The first was that they never wanted to be apart from one another. Their hearts and bodies yearned for each other in a way that neither could deny. But their mutual love also taught them that they had to be careful. Already, neighbours and people close to Justine could see that there was something unusual about this identical vision of Justine who had appeared from nowhere.
And so the sisters made plans to move. Sell their respective properties in Ashford and Brighton and move somewhere else, somewhere that they could live with each other and build anew. Build new friendships and new careers, but always with each other. And, perhaps, with some old friends as well.
*****
Justine adjusted the webcam and turned to her sister.
“Are you ready?” she said, arching her eyebrows for effect. Kelly nodded. “No fucking this up, okay, Kelly?”
“Jus-tine…” Kelly moaned, rolling her eyes. “You made me practise it enough, right?”
“Yeah, well. I just don’t want it to go wrong, especially as — oh, bugger! Look at the time, come on! She’ll be online now.”
Kelly sighed, lightly squeezing her sister’s arm. “Relax, love.”
Justine settled herself in to the computer chair and fired up the machine, adjusting the webcam for a wider-field view. As the internet sprang into life, she clicked onto the various things she wanted and, after a few moments, a live video window popped up on one side of her monitor. An image fuzzed into focus and Justine, knowing the same would be happening on the other person’s screen, presented her best ‘sad’ face.
“Hi Justine! Long time no speak. How’s that left ear?” said Jan as the image of her English friend filled the video window. The last time she heard from Justine, the English girl was very upset, having found her sister, then lost her in some way. She hoped that, in some small way, the Sister in Love website had been of some comfort to Justine.
So with all that racing through her mind, Jan wanted to put on a brave face and sound cheery. But already she could see that Justine looked less than happy. The pretty English redhead was barely keeping the tears from her eyes as she struggled to raise her own smile.
“My—muh—my ear’s okay,” she said.
“Justine, my friend, what’s wrong? You look awful.”
At that, the image of the flame-haired woman pixellated as she broke down and cried.
“Oh Jan!” she said, through the tears. “Jan, everything’s gone wrong and it’s all your fault!”
“My fault? How?”
“Well, it was you who introduced me to Sister in Love, and to all these thoughts and ideas I had. And it was you who encouraged me to find my sister, and then I did and now I’ve lost her and all because of you!”
There was anger in Justine’s voice but, more than that, there was hurt. Jan could almost feel it, and she felt sorry for the girl, even if the anger was unjustified.
“Justine, please. Talk to me. You said that you found your sister, but now she’s lost?”
“Yes! Yes, damn it. I found her and lost her, and it’s all down to you!”
Jan rubbed her eyes as she tried to pull her thoughts together. There must be some way of talking to Justine without further upsetting her.
“Justine, wait. I’m sorry if I said anything, but I don’t know what you mean. How have you lost your sister? Has she — has she — I’m sorry to even mention this — but has she passed away?”
There was a short burst of noise from the English girl’s side and something almost sounding like a bark of… laughter? But no, Justine looked worse than ever.
“No! She’s not dead, Jan! She’s lost. I’ve lost her.”
“Lost? But how?”
“Well,” said the English girl, gathering herself together and combing back her hair with her fingers, “you see, I put her down here somewhere this morning, but now I can’t find her.”
“What? You put her down somewhere? I don’t under—”
As she said this, a second, identical image appeared in the back of Justine’s video window. The identical image of Justine smiled broadly, gave a broad wink, then placed a finger in front of her lips in the universal ‘Shhhh’ sign.
Her fears now banished, Jan smiled, ready to burst out laughing.
Meanwhile, Justine was still acting as though her world had ended. “I’ve lost her, Jan. Lost her! Can’t you help me to find her?”
Jan watched as Justine’s obvious twin planted a soft kiss onto the English woman’s left ear, then moved away.
Justine spun round, as if in shock. “Wha—? Who’s there!?”
Justine’s twin reappeared on the other side and blew softly into her right ear. Justine looked straight into the camera, appearing every inch the desperate woman.
“Help me, Obi Jan Kenobi! You’re my only hope!”
Jan giggled. Couldn’t help herself. And, after a moment or two, the video feed showed the faces of Justine and her incredibly identical twin sister side by side. The two were smiling.
“Hey, Jan!” said Justine. “Hope you liked the show. And now, I’d like to introduce my twin sister, Kelly.”
“Hi, Kelly.”
“Hi, Jan. Justine’s told me loads about you.”
“I hope she lied and it was all good.”
“It was very good,” said Justine, cutting in, “and all absolutely true.”
The two sisters grinned at each other and then, to Jan’s genuine surprise, kissed each other briefly on the lips.
“We just wanted to say thanks, Jan. Thanks for everything. We’re not sure where things will go from here, but we’ve found each other and never want to be apart.”
“Yeah, thanks, Jan.”
Jan was literally speechless, and felt a tear begin to travel down unbidden from her eye. She felt her heart pulling strings she didn’t know she had, and was very glad of it.
“We’ve got to go now,” said Justine, “but we wanted to say we’ll be in touch soon, and that — hey — some stories can have a happy ending.”
The two girls kissed once more in front of the camera, this time a slower kiss with more passion. Justine reached out and cancelled the video feed, leaving that image burned into Jan’s mind.
Jan slowly shook her head, a warm smile on her lips as she stared at the after-image on the blank computer screen.
“Brit girls are so sweet,” she sighed.
The End