2. Please, fuck me, twin brother

“Ca-mila” he stuttered. Trying so hard to feign ignorance of what was happening or what was about to happen.

“Camila,” he called out again. This time more audible than the first time. If I had listened carefully and closely, I would feel his heart racing inside his chest and if care wasn't taken, it'd explode the next second.

He was scared. He was worried. He was speechless. I knew. He knew I know

“We shouldn't be doing this, you know?” He stuttered again. His timbre was shaky.

His spirit wasn't willing, but just like the biblical verse, his flesh wasn't weak either. His loins were getting stiffened, growing an inch at zero second and with every touch of mine.

“Why?” I asked. Seductively, my eyes fixed into his, searching for what I couldn't find, while locking my lips and making some rumba with my palms through the bulge that was helplessly struggling for freedom in his pants.

“I- we- i-” he had tried to open his mouth and give whichever flimsy excuse that was there to give, but he had ended up swallowing a lump of saliva. His breathing was getting heavier and more intense.

He tried again to talk, but his vocal cavity failed him and this time, woefully because my lips had already found its way into his mouth, as we both started kissing. So softly, passionately and lustfully.

It was the best kiss I'd ever had in months and it was more weird that it was coming from who I had shared the same womb with.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I broke away from his mild grip, whispering into his ears. He was mute. Guilt written all over his face. Our bodies were still glued to each other, so there was no way he could hide the bulge.

“Talk to me, Micah? Do you want to fuck me? Make love to me or you want to go all hard and bang the living daylights out of the pussy of your twin sister?”

I knew he had least expected the question.

His facial expression had said it all. Numb, speechless.

“Why would she ask such a sensitive question?” I could read his mind. I could read his eyes.

Growing up with Micah, I possessed the majority of the same traits he had. A genetic hierarchy in our family. Our eyes never lie, no matter how hard we try.

“But you're my sister, Camila. You're my fucking sister and you and I know we shouldn't be doing this” he finally found his oral freedom, but I wasn't the one to be subdued, neither was I the one to give up easily, not when I have nursed the fetish fantasy of making out with my twin brother ever since I turned 18. We turned 18, and here I was, with him. After a year of being apart.

Just before our 24th birthday, I had tried talking with a few friends of mine, Carolyn inclusive who had done nothing but to ignite more fire into the passion.

“Girl, you need to take your chance! Take those chances baby girl. Your brother is hot! Very hot and you, only you alone can have him and you can do that all to yourself”

Maybe she was right. Maybe she was wrong. I couldn't tell, all I knew was that I wanted to satisfy my curiosity. I wanted to get more of him. I want to open my legs and have him feed his dick into my moist arena.

Once I kept the camera in his bathroom. I had hidden it so perfectly that one would never suspect, not even a highly trained sniffer German shepherd or Labrador Retriever would detect the positioning of the phone. That was how hidden it was and to get a clearer view.

I had ended up masturbating with the aftermath of the video, visualising Micah doing to me with his hands and fingers those things a man would only do to his lover and here, I was in his room once again, about to make my dreams come through.

The atmosphere was tense. Micah was tense.

“We should be doing this” I tried to convince him. “I love you Micah” I continued

“I really do love you” this time, I made for his shirt. He allowed me. Making little or no restraint at intervals.

The kisses came on. This time, It was more passionate than the first time. It'd be the first time my imaginations of getting closer to my brother, closer to him, were turning into a reality. A beautiful, valid reality.

I circled my hands around his curly hair, while he in turn, had a hand on my back, the second on my ass, fondling and caressing it like his whole existence depending on it, but as always, gentle in his dealings which made it more stimulating. Who would want to hurt his sister, even in an ungodly state?

I was getting more titillated by his touches, his sensual touches. Never would I have believed that my brother in all his twenty five years of existence was this good with a lady. Knowing what to do, how to do, when to do and where to do.

“Are you now ready to fuck me?” He had grinned sheepishly, showing off his perfectly carved dentition and that smile alone was enough to make me melt down, get me more aroused and anticipating a long afternoon of lust, sexual satisfaction and knowing just how it feels to make love to my only brother.

“How do you want me to make love to you, dearest sister?” He was smiling. The guilt all wiped out of his face as I could finally see the young handsome Micah I had fallen in love with from birth.

I was mute. We kept on staring erotically into each other's eyes, probably reminiscing those past years.

“I have missed you, Camy” this was what he fondly calls me. He was the only one who did as well. It's been a year since I left home and for the first time in a long time I noticed that he had changed a whole lot facially. Maybe,

I've been too engrossed to satisfy my sexual hunger instead of taking notes that he now trims his beards in such a way that gives him a chisel cut look. His eyes were darker than they were while growing up and his timbre, Micah, wasn't a man of many words, he counted his words, and when he spoke, it shook the foundation of my clitoris.

“I have missed you too, baby. Oops. I have missed you too Micah” we both laughed at the silly joke. This time, it was like his loins were going to explode if nothing was done about it.

Slowly, I raced my two hands, from his nape, to his neck, to his shoulders. Taking my time to massage them gently, while slowing without any form of gridlock, down to his calf while stooping low, and when I finally made it to my knees, I raised my head to meet his face which was already raised upwards. His eyes were shut tightly. I could feel his body vibrating. I knew he couldn't resist it anymore.

My hands went from his calf to his thigh and without much ado, his pants loosened. His fully erect manhood dangling right in front of my face. I could feel this odd internal excitement building up as I lightly prodded his John Thomas.

Oh my God, I wasn't expecting that!" he yelled.

"Relax” I said huskily.

"Don't you want to take it slower, Camy? I could caress you a bit first, you know, if you want."

"Micah, remember a few minutes ago you were bent on us not doing this and now you're talking too much. Just close your eyes and prepare to get the hottest blowjob of your life which I'm sure you may have probably lacked all these while. I couldn't tell if my brother was sexually active.

"Micah, prepare to be drained. You're not going to be able to stand up after I suck your dick, your knees will be so weak!"

My hands kneaded his thighs; my fingers were inches from his balls. He let out a gasp when my nails brushed up against his balls. I slowly led him to the bed and like a sheep going to the slaughter house, he obeyed.

I made him lie on his back, grabbed a pillow from the sofa to put under my knees so I could be comfortable.

Once I was in a good position, I reached up into his lap

and started to jack him off.

"Oh God!" he said.

"No, I'm not God, I'm Camila. Camila Peters.

Your only sister" I corrected him.

"Camy! Your touch feels so good."

"You like my hands on your cock? Wait until my mouth is on it! Sucking your shaft, licking the head of your cock, giving you head. You're in for a treat, the best mum and Dad never gave you”

"Oh. Fuck." He moaned.

I decided that the time for conversation had ended. I paused for just a second to remove my t-shirt and black lacy bra, I knew he would love to see my bare tits.

"Touch my boobs, Micah," I demanded. His eyes had been closed, so he hadn't even realized I was topless. His eyes bulged when he got a look at my naked tits; he quickly felt me up. I let him admire my rack for a while, savoring the attention and the sensation of his hands squeezing my breasts. His sister's breast.

He got my nipples all hard, tweaking them just right. I made sure to rub my tits all over his lap for a few minutes.

I returned to my kneeling position on the floor, and I roughly spread his legs far apart. The wider his legs were spread, the easier it was for me to access the cock and balls. I spent some time kissing his thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls as I did this. I made sure he could hear the kissing noises, loudly smacking my lips to affect his sense of hearing with erotic sounds.

I went to the fridge, brought a cup of chilled ice cream, returned to my previous position and had the contents of the cup unleashed on his loins. The sensation was heavenly.

I knew so because he shivered, groaned and moaned in erotic pleasure. Mum and Dad would never know I was like this.

He let out a loud moan when I put one of his balls into my mouth. I swished it around inside my mouth, then I switched to the other one; I was also stroking his thighs with my hands.

He started breathing hard when I managed to put both his balls into my mouth at once. I tenderly licked his balls while warming them up with my hot mouth. I used my tongue to move them all around; my lips were completely enveloping his entire sack, up to the root of his cock. My hands began to stroke his cock.

"Oh, Camila!" He didn't seem capable of saying much else. I liked that he couldn’t say more out of pleasure.

I removed his balls from my mouth and licked his shaft with the tip of my tongue. I drenched his lap with my saliva. Starting at the root, I worked my way up to the sensitive underside of his cock, right under the head.

I gave that area some licks, and then teased him a bit with some long slow licks up and down the shaft. When I knew he really needed some more direct stimulation, I finally put my lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off.

Fondling his balls with my hand and in a polite rhythm, I slowly lowered my mouth over his entire organ, getting it deep inside my mouth.

I slowly bobbed my head up and down on his lap, getting my hands under him and squeezing his butt. I could hear his breathing getting heavier; I knew he was deeply enjoying his first blowjob from me. I stopped for just a second so I could answer a question that might have been in his mind.

"Micah, when you feel close to orgasm, don't worry. I'm not your wife, neither am I your girlfriend, I swallow! Just let your loadout in my throat."

He didn’t say anything.

He began to buck his hips up and down; I stroked the root of his cock with my hands and swallowed his shaft again. Swirling my tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock, I drove him mad with desire.

He was sweating; I could feel it on his thighs, brushing against my face. He kept groaning and moaning with pleasure as I became more firm with my sucking. I drooled and slobbered all over his lap, trying to make the blowjob as wet and messy as possible.

"Oh, Grace of Camy Oh, this feels good. So fucking good..." he moaned.

"Do you still prefer your girlfriend to me?" I lifted up my face to meet him. I wanted to know his facial expressions while replying to me.

"Fuck you Camy! I'm single and I am not searching. He bloated out. I scoffed.

"Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled.

I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching porn and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

"Mmm...Oh...Mmpphh...UM!" I moaned. It was hard to really say anything verbal with my mouth filled up. I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair.

"This feels good Camila, this feels so fucking good Camila" he mourned softly. I loved that I was really tormenting him. Making him call me by my name

Micah started groaning more. I'm sure he was getting his release. His already stiffened loins got harder.

"I'm feeling my orgasm building up Camy!" He screamed amidst pleasure. I started stroking him harder. My mouth is gagging and making more erotic sounds.

Then swiftly and sharply he came into my mouth. I licked up every atom of his whitish release. Sperm mixed with ice cream was one of the most weird and most delicious combinations I've ever tasted in a long time.

Before I could spell Jack Robinson, a being was already snoring beside me.

I looked at him, admired how innocent he was, and smiled.

I joined him in the bed and slept off. I couldn't fuck my brother on my first attempt; sucking his cock made him weak.

He must be a virgin. I was a virgin as well. Watching porn and reading erotic stories taught me everything I knew about sex and had failed on various occasions to initiate myself into womanhood.

My last attempt was with Phillips. I had tasted only his lips, but I had stopped halfway. He was horrible. Very horrible with his fingers and I couldn't risk allowing him to go further.