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I’ll start with a confession. My name is Sarah, and I’m a masturba-holic. I know that’s not a word, but you get the idea. My motto is you should have sex on a regular basis with the person you love the most, and for me, I’m it.

I’ve been hooked on masturbation ever since having my first orgasm, brought on by my own fingers in the bath. And later, when my college roommate and I started doing it together and watching each other, I found out how hot it was to bring another person into the mix.

But now, thanks to my new friend, Lisa, I am not only a masturbation addict, but a cat burglar, as well. Let me explain how a fairly normal married woman of 35 found herself sneaking into an occupied house in the middle of the night. In order to understand that, you must first get to know my Lisa.

Lisa and I met online through a mutual friend. The first time I chatted with her, I knew that there was a sexual fire smoldering inside her that just needed some fanning. She is smart, funny and sexy, and once she shared her picture with me, I found out she is damn cute, as well.

At 5-6, Lisa is three inches taller than I. Her lithe, willowy figure makes her 36-C breasts attract even more than their share of attention. They stand out as only the breasts of someone 25 years old can. I know that for certain, as I am ten years older and have to work much harder now to keep my body in condition. But I make the effort and have been rewarded with a figure that still gets ogled regularly by a fair number of both men and women.

Lisa has lovely blonde hair that barely touches her shoulders, in contrast to my own dark brown curls. Her eyes are dark brown like mine. Yes, those wonderful eyes. When I first saw them, I knew for certain that there was some mischief, some daring and some steamy sexual energy inside that pretty head of hers.

We exchanged a lot of e-mails, shared details of early sexual experiences and basically got to know each other over a month’s time. But it was when we began to tell each other about some of our current escapades that things really began to get interesting.

In one of my e-mails, I told Lisa how I get really turned on by masturbating in bed late at night right next to my sleeping husband. It’s not that David isn’t a good lover. He really is, but our opportunities for sex seem so few and far between, primarily because of his demanding work schedule that gets him up at 4:00 in the morning and sends him off to bed by 9 p.m.

But I have to confess, even if I were getting all the marital (or even extramarital) sex that I could handle, I would still be pleasuring myself on a regular basis. After all, I am a masturba-holic.

Anyway, I shared my late night masturbation technique with Lisa and she was, shall we say, intrigued. So intrigued, in fact, that her e-mail the following day advised me that she had tried it as her live-in boyfriend, Richard, lay sleeping next to her. She described how she had slipped a finger inside her pussy very quietly and carefully, then cupped her mound with the palm of her hand. That position allowed her to put pressure on her clit as she gently massaged herself. I believe she termed her orgasm “spectacular,” and she was hooked.

Lisa found, as I have, that it’s so much more than the physical feelings that arouse us as we lie next to our partners and fuck ourselves. It’s really the naughtiness factor, the feeling of keeping a special secret that makes us just want to explode. And explode we do now on a regular basis.

But as the weeks passed and our late night diddling continued, we began to talk about how to take our little game to a whole new level. I knew by the look in her eyes in the photo, that with Lisa, anything was possible. So we decided to meet in person for the first time and figure out how we could add a little spice to our fun.

Since we both live in the same large city, getting together was not a problem, once we got past the usual trust issues that are a part of all online relationships. But we were able to navigate those, and decided to meet at a quiet restaurant in the mall where Lisa works.

I recognized her immediately as she glided across the restaurant toward our table. We hugged each other like old friends and I could feel that she was not wearing a bra, as she was often inclined to do. She was lovely in her yellow sun dress with spaghetti straps and she smelled of perfume. Her cotton dress had a full skirt that flared and flounced as she walked and hit her shapely legs about three inches above the knee. Her T-strap sandals with three-inch heels gave her a graceful, sexy walk and displayed her tanned legs to their best advantage. I could tell she dressed herself carefully for our meeting, as did I.

My dress was longer, hitting me just below the knee. It was a black, green and yellow summer print with a halter top that fastened at the back of my neck. Like Lisa, I was braless, and my 34-C breasts bounced a little as I walked, stimulating my nipples to an unusual hardness. Of course, some of that hardness must also be attributed to Lisa.

As soon as we were seated at our table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, Lisa had to know if I had kept my promise not to wear panties to our first meeting. Going bare, as she termed it, is a big turn on for her, and she wanted to initiate me into that sisterhood. She promised to do the same.

Blushing a little bit at her directness so soon after our first meeting, I confessed that I had, indeed kept my part of the bargain.

“Show me,” she commanded playfully, as I looked at her with my eyes and mouth wide open.

“What do you mean?” I asked, knowing very well what she meant.

“I want to see your pussy,” Lisa replied in the same tone she might have used in asking to see a photograph of my pet German Shepherd.

“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours,” she giggled.

Not wanting to be intimidated or put on the defensive by this pretty young girl ten years my junior, I began to seriously consider how I might “show her my pussy,” as she so delicately put it. I surveyed the restaurant and found it to be fairly empty at this late afternoon hour. That gave me some hope that I might be able to prove my adherence to our bargain without getting thrown out of this fine establishment.

I turned sideways in my chair so that my knees were pointed only at Lisa (and possibly the bartender on the far end of the room), raised the hem of my dress to about mid-thigh and parted my legs as much as I dared. They were far enough apart that I could feel a sudden draft of air play over my pussy, which was growing damper by the minute.

Lisa leaned back in her chair to get a better view of my little show, and smiled that mischievous smile of hers, apparently satisfied that I had, indeed, kept our bargain.

“I’m glad you’re not shaved,” she said bluntly. “I just love the way it feels when my hand moves from soft, smooth skin to the coarse texture of pubic hair.”

I knew right then that Lisa was planning to do more than look at me. And the thought made me even wetter.

“Okay,” I said as I looked directly at her, trying to regain control of the situation. “Now it’s your turn.”

Apparently, showing her pussy was not nearly as new to Lisa as it was to me. Without even looking around to see who could be watching, she parted her legs much wider than I’d dared to and offered her lovely mound as evidence that she, too, knew how to keep a bargain.

But Lisa didn’t hurry as I did to close her legs before someone saw. She wanted me to have the chance to admire her. And, of course, I wanted that, too. Very much.

I now knew for sure now that Lisa is a natural blonde. Her bush was trimmed neatly into a triangle and her little wispy curls played over her outer lips. The lighting was not great, but I am sure I saw little droplets of her nectar that had collected on the flaxen curls near her slit.

I blushed again, but this time not from embarrassment. Instead, from the realization of how turned on I was by this beautiful girl whom I’d met less than 10 minutes ago. Of course, we had talked about all sorts of intimate things online, but seeing her and her pussy in the flesh, so to speak, was an entirely different experience.

I thought I had been ready for it, but I wasn’t. Lisa was much more formidable in person, and I’d better get used to it.

The next hour just flew by as we got to know each other better. We marveled at how similar we are sexually, despite the difference in our ages and backgrounds. We giggled like schoolgirls as we shared again many of our sexual secrets, this time in person. It’s amazing how much more intimate these conversations become when you can look in the eyes of the person you’re confiding in, see her reaction, feel her understanding.

Finally, we got around to the topic of our favorite common interest—that of lying in bed next to our partners and getting ourselves off while they’re asleep. But we had not come just to rehash our past adventures in surreptitious masturbation. We were here because we had decided to take it to a whole new level. A level that is so daring and naughty that we both got incredibly wet as we dared to speak about it out loud.

You see, a couple of weeks ago, while chatting online, we decided that one of us would enter the other’s house one night, sneak into the bedroom, and bring the other to orgasm—all without waking the unsuspecting man sleeping in the same bed. We were here today to decide who would sneak into the house and who would be the one lying in bed receiving the pleasure.

The whole idea just sounded so daring and scary and erotic, that neither one of us really wanted to volunteer for either role in our little game. On the one hand, how would it feel to be lying in bed beside your partner, when all of a sudden, a familiar female hand reaches up and very quietly begins playing with your pussy? You would know that you could not make a sound or any kind of sudden movement. Otherwise, your naughty little game would be discovered and both of you badly embarrassed.

On the other hand, how would it feel to actually sneak into another person’s house, creep very quietly into their most private room, then begin to invade the pussy that the man lying very close in the bed thinks belongs to him? If you are discovered, you might actually end up in jail, branded as some kind of sexual deviant.

The whole thing was just so dangerous and delicious that neither of us could decide which role we wanted to play, dared to play. Each one scared us. But at the same time, each one made us nearly cum from just the thought of it. Finally, we decided to flip a coin. The one who makes the correct call must be the one who enters the house.

I took out a shiny new quarter and tossed it into the air. Lisa called “heads” and we both held our breath as it fell toward the plush carpet of the restaurant–seemingly in slow motion. Our hearts pounded as we waited for the result–to find out which of us will be the cat burglar and which one will be ravaged in her bed next to her partner. Finally, the coin landed . . . with “tails” looking up at us.

I am the cat burglar. Lisa will lie next to Richard while I make her cum.

Now knowing our roles, we discussed the details of this depraved adventure. I will call Lisa before bedtime on the night I plan to enter her house to give her just a few hours warning. Even though the idea of complete surprise was appealing, we agreed that a totally unexpected hand on her pussy in the middle of the night could create a reaction that would wake Richard, and perhaps the neighbors, too.

Lisa’s assignment was to make sure that Richard is asleep when I arrive and that the drapes are closed tight so the bedroom is as dark as possible. I wanted the greatest amount of concealment.

Our roles defined and detail mapped out, Lisa handed me a spare house key. As I reached for it, she pulled me tight to her, kissing me deeply, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. Ignoring the fact that we were in a very public place, I pressed my breasts to hers and our pussies rubbed sensuously together.

We held our embrace for a few moments, the feelings of what we were doing right then intensified by the knowledge of what we were about to do. We were both literally panting by the time we broke our kiss.

I pulled her ear close to my mouth, caressed it with my tongue and whispered, “I’ll see you one night very soon.”

We’d already agreed that we would have no more contact until “the night,” just to intensify our desire and heighten the sensations further, if that is even possible. We said our goodbyes and left the restaurant as we came—separately. But Lisa and I both knew that things between us would never be the same again.

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For most of the next week, Lisa was unable to relax at home in the evening. She paced around, fidgeted, and experienced this general feeling of unease every time she entered her house. She knew what was going to happen and who was going to do it. But still she had this feeling of dread, knowing that if the little game she and Sarah were playing was discovered, all hell would break loose. But at the same time, she couldn’t wait for the night to arrive, whenever that might be.

Sarah and Lisa had agreed not to allow themselves an orgasm until “the night,” just to intensify the sensations further. Lisa had already put Richard off a couple of times when he wanted to have sex, before finally letting him fuck her missionary style, just to shut him up. She knew there would be no chance of having an orgasm like that, anyway, so it wasn’t really cheating.

And in Sarah’s case, a sexual drought lasting a week or more was not at all unusual, so no one even noticed at her house.

Finally, six nights after they flipped the coin, Lisa’s cell phone rang. In her state of heightened sensitivity, she jumped and goose bumps sprang up on her arms. She grabbed the phone quickly to answer but already knew from the caller ID who it was. Sarah.

On the other end, Sarah spoke only one word, “Tonight.”

Lisa was startled by her reaction to that one word. Her heart started to race, her nipples hardened, her breathing quickened, and she felt that tingling deep inside that signals the beginning of extreme arousal. Already her pussy was growing wet, without any stimulation other than Sarah’s single word.

She looked at her watch–10 p.m.–too early for bedtime really, but she must get Richard in bed and asleep as soon as possible so he won’t be awake to discover Sarah upon her arrival. He was watching television, and hadn’t even seen Sports Center, so it was going to take a little “persuading” to get him in bed and ready for sleep.

Lisa decided to fix him a drink–a strong one–to relax him a little bit. Richard was surprised as she offered him a Jack and Coke, mixed very strong, but he accepted it gratefully and leaned back in his chair to enjoy a little more television with the drink in his hand.

“Shit,” she thought. “It’s not going to do me much good if he sits there and nurses it for an hour.”

So she tried another approach. She moved over to him and sat on the arm of his chair, leaning to him to run her tongue over his ear and dip it inside a little. That always makes the hair stand up on the back of his neck and lets him know she’s ready to fool around. Richard looked up at those lovely dark eyes and smiled, as Lisa noticed a bulge developing in his blue jeans.

Another ear lick, this time accompanied by her hand just inside his denim shirt, tickling the coarse brown hair on his chest, and giving her the opportunity to caress his nipples a little. Lisa’s aggressiveness was a pleasant surprise because Richard was used to being the one who initiated sex. But he was pleased with her newfound lust for him.

Next, Lisa reached down and rubbed her open palm over the bulge that was snaking its way down Richard’s left leg. She could tell by the look and feel of his cock that he was almost fully hard and was just waiting to be released from his tight jeans. So that’s just what she decided to do.

But first, Lisa reached over to the table where he had set his drink and offered him another taste. Richard tried to refuse and return to the more enjoyable activity that she has initiated.

But Lisa insisted, “I went to the trouble to make that drink. Now finish it if you want me to finish you.”

No further convincing was necessary. Richard took one large gulp, then another until his eyes began to water, and his face flushed from the strength of the drink. But he’d downed it now, just as Lisa demanded, and he was waiting for his reward. She didn’t hesitate to reward him.

Lisa’s long, graceful fingers reached to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, giving her access to Richard’s cock, which had popped out from its downward position and was now pointing straight toward his belly button. She could barely see the head of it sticking out of the waistband of his boxers. It was actually a quite serviceable organ, as cocks go. About seven inches long with a large head and thick shaft. Looking closely, she could see the large vein running the length of it. She always enjoyed watching it pulse with excitement each time he got hard.

She reached down and took the rigid cock full in her hand, lifted him out of the chair using it like a handle, and led him into the bedroom. Being in control of Richard this way gave Lisa a sense of power that she’d like to enjoy a little more.

But for now the main idea was to get him off to bed, get him off, then get him off to sleep. In that order and about that fast.

Richard was a little unsteady on his feet as she led him to their bedroom–the one where she knew Sarah would soon be joining her. She thought to herself that the liquor was having the desired effect. And she knew that the combination of a good blow job and the Jack and Coke would soon have him just where she wanted him–snoozing away beside her in bed.

At this point, Richard needed no further encouragement. He was shedding his clothes like they were on fire. When he finally tried to get himself out of the jeans, his balance was so unsure from the drink that he stumbled and fell face-first onto the bed.

Lisa smiled to herself, “Men are so fucking easy.”

As Richard lay naked on the bed, Lisa began removing her clothes, too. Not for him, but for Sarah later. But if Richard wanted to think it was for him, and if it helped him get off quicker, then that was okay, too. Just to make sure he was good and ready, Lisa cupped both her hands underneath her round, firm breasts and lifted them toward her mouth. She used her tongue to trace the outline of each nipple, leaving a visible wet trail on her pink areola. She looked Richard in the eye as she massaged her magnificent globes and traced her tongue over her full lips.

Then, just for effect, Lisa used one finger to part the wispy curls on her mound and traced the outline of her outer lips. Up, down and around very slowly, over and over, while Richard’s eyes followed her movements as if hypnotized. She took the finger, now wet with her nectar, and raised it sensuously to her mouth, spreading her juices over her lips like lipstick. Finally, she reached down, grabbed Richard by the back of his head and pulled him to her mouth for a long, wet kiss, well-lubricated by her own pussy.

Richard was literally panting by now. Lisa knelt beside him on the bed and went to work, first sliding her hand up and down his shaft very lightly, knowing how this would increase his arousal. She gathered some of the pre-cum that was already oozing from him and used it to lubricate the shaft as her stroking gained speed and intensity.

Richard tried to reach for her pussy, to return some of the pleasure that he was receiving, but Lisa shifted her position further down his body so he couldn’t reach her. She certainly didn’t want to risk having an orgasm now and violating the “rule” she and Sarah had agreed to.

Holly hesitated. “Your not going to like it,” she said warily.

“Will you just tell us,” Rebecca snapped.

“You need to bring your soul together, the two halves have to be close, not physically, emotionally, closer than you’ve been to anyone before. You need to make love, not have sex, not fuck or screw, make love, experience true intimacy.”

“No way in hell am I going to fuck my brother,” Rebecca yelled outraged. “I should have known this was all crap, you almost had me going. You’re a screwed up bitch.”

She turned and stormed out of the house slamming the door.

“Rebecca wait,” Andrew called after her. “I’m sorry,” he said to Holly turning to go himself.

“You know I’m right Andrew,” Holly said matter of factly. “Deep down you can feel it. Give Rebecca some time, she’ll come round to it as well, trust me.”

Andrew said nothing, he just turned to go.

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That evening Andrew was back in his room studying. He had trudged home from Holly’s without Rebecca. She had returned several hours later, alone for once, ignored her parents and Andrew and stormed off to her room. Andrew hadn’t seen her since. He had tried to pacify his parents by claiming that they had had a fight and that he would apologise as soon as she came out of her room. He wasn’t sure if they had believed him, but they hadn’t pursued the matter, yet.

Andrew couldn’t concentrate. What Holly had told him was deeply unsettling. It wasn’t that he believed her exactly, the whole idea had been completely crazy. And yet. Some of what she had said had been true. He had never had sex and couldn’t see himself ever wanting to. All through his life he had thrown himself into work and studying, but he had never truly been satisfied by it. It was just what he did, how he went through life, it had never really occurred to him to question why.

As for Rebecca, he couldn’t know what she was thinking, but it was certainly true that she’d had more than her fair share of one-night stands. She was having lots of sex, but had never had a boyfriend that he knew of. Okay, it was her life to live, but it was easy to imagine that she felt as unfulfilled as Andrew did.

And then there was the question of the body flash, or whatever you wanted to call it. That certainly couldn’t be explained away.

Andrew returned to his books and tried to forget what he had heard. And then it happened again.

With a start he found himself lying on his back naked. He was inside Rebecca’s body again, and she was masturbating furiously with both hands. Her left hand was rubbing at the area round her clitoris, while her right thrust deep inside her pussy, desperately trying to awaken some sensation, anything to get rid of the horrible sense of numbness that she felt in her soul.

Andrew suddenly realised that this time was different. He wasn’t simply hearing Rebecca’s thoughts, he was sharing her feelings. Her body and soul were completely open to him and he could feel inside and know everything about his sister for the first time.

Rebecca felt lonely, desperately lonely and lost without any kind of direction in her life. She had been trying to find it all her life, feeling intimidated by Andrew’s intelligence and focus. Andrew wanted to laugh out loud, he had always envied her confidence. She had been using sex to numb the pain, trying to fill the emptiness with physical sensation.

“Andrew?” Rebecca’s voice sounded in his head, not angry or shocked, but simply curious.

“Yes,” thought Andrew and at that moment the twins opened themselves up to each other fully. Each could reach inside the others heart and mind, it was all completely revealed. They experienced each others memories, goals, dreams, fears, hopes. And they each realised that everything that had been missing in their lives could be found in the other. It was true, only together were they truly complete.

With a start Andrew found himself back in room. He was sweating and his penis was rock hard. He knew what he needed to do. He pulled down his boxer shorts and quickly sneaked across the landing to Rebecca’s room. His sister was waiting for him, naked, legs spread, her pussy wet and waiting for him.

Neither one of them said anything, Andrew leaned forward and his lips met Rebecca’s. Their mouths opened and their tongues intertwined for a moment, before they began to explore each others mouths. Their eyes met and locked. They didn’t need to speak; each knew exactly what the other was thinking.

Andrew reached out to his sisters right breast and squeezed it gently but firmly. Rebecca gave a slight moan, it tickled Andrew’s tongue which was still in her mouth. Their lips parted and Andrew moved down across her body and gently nibbled on her left nipple, teasing it with his tongue. Rebecca moaned more loudly and reached out to Andrew’s back. Her nails dug into his skin, only a little enough to tease him. Andrew sucked more fiercely, and then bit on the nipple lightly. Rebecca gave a squeak of delight and dug her nails in more strongly.

Andrew rose up and looked down on his sister. He looked into her eyes and then moved back a little further, truly looking at her for the first time in his life. She was truly beautiful, not just physically, at that moment she represented everything Andrew wanted from life. He leaned down to kiss her again and she reached round and embraced him. They lay together for a moment, comforted by each other’s warmth, feeling truly happy and safe. Still they didn’t speak, they were sharing a moment of deep communication far more profound than words.

Andrew started to get up and, at the exact same moment, Rebecca released her grip. Andrew made his way down to his sisters pussy, already wet and ready for him. Placing a hand on each leg, he parted them carefully and looked closely at his sisters most intimate place. He leaned forward, smelling her scent and kissed it. His lips met his sisters labia. He pushed his tongue inside and began to explore her. Rebecca squealed as Andrew’s tongue rose and fell, moving deeply inside of her and then moving out, teasing her, bringing her to the brink and then holding back.

Andrew slowly moved up, licking all the while, until he reached Rebecca’s clitoris, already bright red and warm. He dabbed it lightly with his tongue, which caused Rebecca to cry out again. He licked around her clit, spiralling gently and teasing his sister even more. Rebecca reached down a hand towards his head and ruffled his hair. It was not an erotic gesture, more one of comfort and acceptance. Andrew continued more forcefully, pushing Rebecca quickly to the bring. A quick thrust of his tongue took her over the edge and she wailed in ecstasy as her orgasm took hold. Her head flew back and she gripped the sheets with both hands. Her body shook as her pussy twitched. Andrew kissed it gently and then rose up to look at her again.

Rebecca came down from her orgasm, and sat up, her eyes met Andrew’s and she leaned up to kiss him again, tasting herself as she did so. Her eyes moved down, and Andrew realised that the gesture meant that it was his turn.

He sat down on the bed his legs apart, his cock hard and pointing to the sky. Rebecca was on her knees but leaned down to get to her brother’s cock, leaving her ass sticking up in the air. Her lips parted and she took her brother into her mouth, sliding her tongue up and down the length of his shaft. She gripped the base of his cock gently but firmly in her right hand and started to move her mouth up slowly up and down. As she did so she ran her tongue gently along the underside, flicking it gently and tickling Andrew.

Andrew gave a gasp, half of surprise and half of delight as Rebecca caressed him with her tongue. She started to increase speed and Andrew’s cock grew harder and harder. It was all he could manage to avoid raising his hips and thrusting into her. He had to force himself to stay down, which only heightened the tension and brought him closer and closer to the brink. It was as though he was on a roller-coaster reaching the top of just as the carriage was about to bring him over and down the other side. Masturbation had never been this good.

Rebecca twisted her hand back and forth around the base of Andrew’s cock, while her left hand grasped his balls, needing them gently. She was moving her mouth rapidly up and down his cock, faster and faster. She could feel him rising higher and higher, any minute now she would push him over the edge. All at once Andrew gave a gasp and released, his cum flew into his sisters mouth. It was warm and salty tasting. Rebecca swallowed as much as she could, wiping her mouth on the edge of the sheet.

Andrew was still coming down, the last of his cum was still leaking out of his cock. He was panting slightly. It had been the most incredible feeling, not just the physical sensation, but that Rebecca had brought him there. He leaned over to kiss her once more, and they embraced again, this time sitting up on the bed.

Rebecca reached between Andrew’s legs and grasped his cock firmly. She stroked it bringing him back to full strength quickly. Then she suddenly pushed him, he fell back on the to the bed, his cock pointing straight into the air.

“Are you ready?” She asked, speaking for the first time. He nodded.

“There’s no going back,” she warned.

“I know,” he replied, “I don’t want to go back, we belong together, in every way.”

Rebecca swung her right leg over his body, straddling, then lowered herself down, easing his cock into her pussy with her hands.

Andrew gasped, he was inside his sister, they were together. It felt incredible, she was warm and tight yet wet. Rebecca started to move, and it was all Andrew could do to keep from cumming inside her there and then. He reached up and grabbed her breasts, gripping them firmly, massaging them. Rebecca moved more swiftly now, rising and falling. Andrew raised his hips to meet her, pushing inside all the way. Rebecca moaned softly, and then more passionately. The twins were going to arrive together. Andrew released shooting himself into his sister, at that moment Rebecca came and gave a squeal of pleasure. They froze for a moment, tense, letting them orgasm flow through themselves and into each other before letting go. Rebecca collapsed onto Andrew’s chest like a puppet with its strings cut. Their hands met and their fingers interlocked, Rebecca kissed her brother full on the lips.

They stayed that way for a moment, then Rebecca tried to move and found she couldn’t. Their lips were locked together. She tried to move her hands and found they were also stuck. Andrew was finding it hard to feel his cock, inside the warm embrace of his sisters pussy.

Rebecca tried to cry out but couldn’t move her lips. Panicking she struggled against Andrew but couldn’t loose her grip. Her hands felt sweaty, she turned to look and realised that it wasn’t sweat, her skin was melting. There was no pain, their bodies were simply flowing together into one. Andrew looked into his sister’s eyes, and at that moment they both let go. The twins bodies melted together into one, loosing all human shape. The liquid flesh merged and flowed together into a cocoon of human skin. The struggling stopped, and the room was still.

* * *

Andi woke up with a start, drenched in sweat. She had had the strangest dream. She had been having sex with someone, but she had been a guy. No, she had been a guy and a girl at the same time, weird. Now she felt light-headed, and not quite herself.

She made her way to the bathroom, and took a look in the mirror. Everything was where it was supposed to be; short, slightly scruffy red hair, small round breasts, slim figure. It was definitely her.

As Andi showered she reflected that it was probably stress from college; all that late night studying was taking its toll. That and some of her other activities. Andi smiled to herself, she had been playing the field somewhat since she started at University. The freedom of her parents treating her like an adult had been liberating, but perhaps a little overwhelming. Well that was over now, she decided. She was going to ask out Tim, the psychology student she had spoken with a few times now. He had obviously been building up to asking her out anyway. Andi was tired of waiting for him to get his act together, it was about time she had a go at a real relationship instead of all these one night stands she had been having.

Andi dried herself and good dressed. Glancing in the mirror, she still felt a little strange, as though she wasn’t quite seeing herself.

“Pull yourself together Andi,” she said to herself. She probably needed a quick caffeine boost.

Having grabbed a coffee, and bite of toast at her mother’s request, Andi made her way across to the University campus. She was feeling much more energised, it must have been the caffeine. In fact, thinking about it, she was feeling better than she had in ages, more confident and centred. Probably the rush that came from having come to a decision about Tim, she reflected.

As Andi walked she spotted a short, slightly dumpy girl with wild hair walking her dog. Andi thought she recognised the girl from somewhere but couldn’t think wear. As she looked the girl smiled warmly at her. Andi felt faintly disconcerted and couldn’t think why, as though she had forgotten something important.

Andi shrugged and walked on. She had other things to think about. Whatever it was it couldn’t have been that important is she couldn’t even remember it.