Author’s Note:
All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events herein are fictional. Any similarities with actual persons, living or dead, and events is purely coincidental.
Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
*
“Fine. I think my boyfriend will love to have me move in with him anyway,” Krystin almost shouted at her parents.
Carrie didn’t think anybody in the room looked happy. She was just a tiny bit thrilled though. She had been looking forward to this conversation, and she could feel that familiar warmth in her crotch. It was the feeling she got whenever Krystin invited her along to visit Kevin.
Krystin and Carrie were having a rare dinner, at home, with their parents. Dad had just informed the twins that he thought it was time they learned to be more independent, and find their own places to live.
Krystin didn’t seem to be happy about being kicked out. Carrie wondered if it was just an act though, her way of using the situation to break it to the parents that she is sleeping with a man older than they are.
Carrie had always thought of herself as the manipulative one, but in the last few months had really learned she was a babe in the woods compared to her sister when it comes to manipulating people and events around her. She had herself been the victim of Krystin’s manipulation, giving Kevin her virginity, and allowing herself to be strung along, getting just enough of Kevin to keep her wanting more. She wasn’t unwilling. She wanted to be used, especially when it came to Kevin and his penis inside her.
She especially enjoyed the fact that her twin sister was almost always there, watching her get fucked, controlling the situation, letting him give her just enough to keep her hungry for more.
“You have a boyfriend?” her parent’s said, almost in unison. “Is this new?”
“A few months.”
“We want to meet him, Krystin,” Dad announced, like it was a foregone conclusion already.
“I guess it’s inevitable,” Krystin sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Since we’ll be living with him.”
“So you already know he’ll be fine with…” Dad started, but was interrupted.
“We?” Mom had a confused expression on her face.
Carrie tried not to blush at the thought of living in the same house with her sister and Kevin, falling asleep to the sounds of their sex. And the rare occasion when it would be her moans of orgasmic pleasure echoing through the house.
“You’re kicking Carrie out too. It makes sense we’d want to live together, especially since you already said you’d pay our rent as long as we’re students,” Krystin smugly replied.
Carrie wondered what her sister had said to Dad recently to plant the thought in his head that his twin daughters should move out.
**
Kevin’s phone alerted that he had a new text message. It was early, especially for a Saturday, for anybody to be texting him, so he expected to find a spam message, probably something about a lonely hot girl wanting him to contact her for sex through some foreign website.
“Hey babe. Want you”
It was from Krystin.
“Morning. You’re up early. Woke up hard. Must have been dreaming about you.” he texted back.
“You didn’t beat off?”
“Not yet. Thinking about it.”
“Can I come over?”
“Want me to pick you up?”
“No. Want the exercise and b warmed up when I get there.”
Krystin made a valiant effort to not use text speak with Kevin. She knew he hated it.
**
Kevin smiled when he heard the front door open, but his smile turned to a look of concern when the front door slammed closed, rattling the entire house.
Seems Krystin wasn’t too happy this morning.
“Back here, babe,” he called from the family room.
She didn’t look happy at all when she found him. Her wrinkled tee shirt and loose, faded blue jeans looked like she had rolled out of bed and pulled something out of the dirty clothes to wear. Her hair looked like she hadn’t even thought about it today.
“Is something wrong?”
“Kind of. Dad’s kicking me out of the house,” Krystin whined as she curled up on Kevin’s lap.
“What happened?”
“Nothing really. He says it’s time we learned some adult responsibilities.”
“Doesn’t sound reasonable. He expects you to work enough to pay for your own expenses and go to school still?”
“Not exactly. He’s gonna pay our rent, and utilities, and a tiny bit of extra for stuff, like food.”
“And that’s supposed to teach you responsibilities?”
“I know, right?” Krystin giggled.
“You want your own room?”
Krystin couldn’t stop the smile as it spread across her face.
“Now why would I need that?”
“Appearances.”
Kevin was fine with Krystin keeping him a secret from her parents. He was forty years older than her, and more than ten years older than her parents.
“They know. I told them. Well, I told them my boyfriend would be perfectly happy to have us move in with him.”
“You keep saying ‘we’ casino siteleri and ‘us’. Carrie too?”
“I kind of assumed… I mean, what guy wouldn’t like having two hot, nubile, hormone filled coeds living in his house?”
“You want her to have her own room, right?”
“Totally. In the basement.”
Kevin’s house was a ranch, with a full basement. He had finished two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a den down there after he bought it. They barely got used. He had furnished all of it with a few hundred dollar’s worth of second hand furniture from thrift stores.
“Will she be bringing her own television, for when you lock her away down there?”
Krystin giggled again. He knew her so well. He knew she would relish the fantasy of having a young girl locked in the basement to summon to their bedroom when she wanted to experience the thrill of watching her man ravish her body.
“Yeah, we both have our own TV.”
“Sounds good to me, baby. I’m excited.”
“I know, you’re kind of poking my butt.”
**
“God, Kevin, I missed you and your dick inside me the last two days,” Krystin moaned as Kevin thrust his cock inside her and bottomed out against her cervix.
“My dick missed you too, baby. I love fucking you.”
“Faster, Kevin.”
Krystin was almost there. She wanted him to catch up, and she squeezed her heels tighter against his butt.
“Fuck, Krystin!”
Kevin heard the front door open, then close, and he quickened the pace of his thrusts.
Krystin felt his speed increase, and the head of his cock bumping harder against the bottom of her pussy. She loved the little bit of pain he gave her leading up to his climax.
“Give it to me, babe,” she whimpered in his ear.
“Oh jeez! Can’t you two lock the door, or at least have the decency to do it in the bed like normal people?” Carrie complained from the doorway into the family room.
“Fuck… you… Carrie,” Krystin whined at her sister.
Kevin could see from the corner of his eye that Carrie made no effort to leave. He could see her sneakers and up her bare legs to the hem of her short skirt, still standing in the doorway.
“Oh god, Kevin…” Krystin moaned as her back arched up to meet the throbbing cock inside her. Her orgasm spiraled from her belly and washed through her body. Her pussy suddenly filled with warmth as Kevin stiffened above her and thrust hard into her.
Kevin rolled off Krystin to his back, next to her on the carpet of the family room. Krystin cupped her pussy with both hands.
“I think she likes to watch too,” Kevin muttered toward the ceiling.
“I think she just likes to see you naked, babe.”
“Whatever,” Carrie’s bright eyes and quickened breathing betrayed her denial.
“Carrie, could you clean up this mess?” Krystin gestured toward Kevin with her head, still holding her pussy tightly. “I don’t want to mess up our carpet.”
“I can do that. Gladly.”
Carrie turned sideways in the door and let her naked sister pass, then moved to stand beside Kevin.
“You did make a little bit of a mess, didn’t you?” she whispered above him, letting her eyes rove over his naked body and stop on his sticky cock. It was still thick from his recent erection.
“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, though,” she murmured as she knelt by his hips. She lifted his cock gently with one hand, and winked at him.
“Mm, I like the taste of your cum, especially when it’s mixed with Krystin. Almost as much as I like the taste when it’s mixed with me.”
Carrie knew she was in love with Kevin, but he wasn’t hers. She had to accept the table scraps Krystin gave her. She didn’t get as much as she wanted. Just like her twin sister, he was the only man she had ever been with.
Carrie ran her tongue around his head and along his shaft to his balls. They still glistened, but mostly just her sister’s juices. She could tell from the taste.
She groaned as she sucked his head into her mouth and across her tongue. The taste of his cum on her tongue made her wet. She really wished he hadn’t just fucked her sister, so he could fuck her.
Her tongue lapped the cum from around the base of his cock before she moved back along his shaft to the tip again, sucking hard and squeezing him between her lips. She wanted to squeeze every drop of his gooey cream into her mouth.
“God, Carrie, you’re good at that,” Kevin moaned at her.
When she sucked him back inside her mouth, she felt her heart skip a beat. He wasn’t losing the rest of his erection. He was getting hard again, and was filling her mouth more each time she sucked him in.
As she lowered her mouth down his hard length, she could tell he was erect now. He reached the back of her throat and she gagged. He was ready, and so was she.
Krystin had not given her permission for this, but she was willing to risk that the permission was implicit in her request to clean him up. She had not had a cock inside her for weeks, and she needed it.
Carrie swung one knee over Kevin’s hips and pushed amerikan ruleti her shirt and bra up over her tits. She leaned her body forward and guided a nipple to Kevin’s open mouth while pulling her panties to the side. She wished she were tall enough to keep her nipple in his mouth and his cock in her pussy, but she wasn’t. She needed him inside her more, so her breast left his mouth as she lowered her pussy onto his hard cock.
“Oh god!” Carrie moaned as she felt his thick head slide between her open labia and enter her.
“Carrie!” Krystin growled from the doorway.
“Rape?” Carrie whined as she sunk Kevin inside her to her cervix.
Krystin laughed as she sat down, cross legged, next to Kevin’s head.
Kevin looked up at his girlfriend sitting next to him. Her eyes were shining and she was smiling. Maybe this wasn’t what she had intended, but she was enjoying the show. She likes to watch.
Krystin snapped her finger across the tip of her sister’s nipple.
“Ow! Mmm,” Carrie moaned, and increased the pace of her pelvis rising and falling on Kevin.
“You like that, Carrie?” Krystin asked.
“No…” Carrie whine, but nodded her head up and down. Her eyes were closed, brows pursed in concentration.
Krystin snapped her finger across the tip of her other nipple.
“Ow! Stop,” Carrie whined again, but thrust her chest toward her sister while she continued to slam her pussy on Kevin’s cock.
Krystin reached her hands to Carrie’s chest and twisted both nipples between her thumbs and fingers a full turn. Then she pulled them hard. Kevin could see Krystin’s fingernails redden from the pressure on her sister’s nipples, and thought it looked really painful.
Carrie’s pussy muscles contracted tightly around Kevin and her body shook.
“God fuck!” Carrie screamed. Her hips bounced against Kevin’s pelvis. Carrie had never felt an orgasm like that before. She saw sun spots behind her tightly closed eye lids and her head felt like it was spinning off into space.
“Carrie? Carrie? Oh god! Carrie!”
Carrie wondered why her sister was screaming at her. She just wanted to sleep some more, but this didn’t feel right. Her face felt like it was on carpeting.
She blinked here eyes, but they still didn’t focus. She opened them wide. The only thing she could see was carpeting. Why were her tits bare? Where was she? She felt light headed.
“Carrie, are you OK?”
It was Kevin. She started to remember as her head cleared.
“Um, what happened?” she asked as Kevin and Krystin helped her sit up. They were both naked.
“My god, Carrie, you scared the shit out of me,” Krystin said sternly. “That was horrible.”
“That… was….” Carrie whispered, still a little dazed, “fucking amazing.”
Carrie looked at Kevin. She glanced down. He wasn’t hard anymore.
“I was fucking Kevin. Sorry, Krystin. Then you came in and sat down, so I kept fucking him.”
Carrie paused, remember more now.
“Then you flipped my nipples hard. It hurt, but not as much as when you twisted then pulled them. It hurt so much. It felt amazing, and I came so hard. Did I pass out?”
“You had a fucking seizure or something. God! I thought you were dead!”
“I’m not dead.”
“You might be soon though. You didn’t have permission to fuck him.” Krystin looked hard at her sister.
“You said to take care of the mess. I was taking care of it.”
“I said to clean it up. You were trying to make more.”
“Semantics.”
“Do you want some juice or something?” Krystin asked her sister, now looking concerned again. “You’re still as white as a ghost.”
“Yeah, that would be nice.”
“Kevin?” Carrie whispered after Krystin went to the kitchen. “I wish you loved me.”
There, she said it. Mostly, kind of. She didn’t actually say “I love you” to him, but hoped he knew what she meant.
“Krystin’s my true love, Carrie, but I love you too.”
She smiled. He said it. He said “I love you” to her. That was enough. She was going to ignore the “but” that came in front of it.
“So, did you ask him?” Carrie asked her sister when she came back with a glass of orange juice.
“Nope.”
“I guess you were too busy fucking, then.”
“Nope. We were busy with that, but I didn’t need to ask. I just told him what’s going on, and he assumed we’d be moving in with him.”
It was mostly true. True enough, anyway.
“Your room’s in the basement.”
“The basement? You’re gonna stick me in the basement like a redheaded step-child?” Carrie whined, shaking her head.
There’s bedrooms and a bathroom, and a den down there. All furnished. It’s nice.” Kevin explained. “You’ll like it, and you’ll have some privacy.”
Carrie didn’t want privacy. She wished she wasn’t the only one wearing clothes right now.
“There are a few rules though, Carrie,” Krystin had an emphatic tone as she spoke. “Nellie parks on the street. We both give Kevin the five hundred dollars a month Dad gives us for rent and utilities. The other avrupa ruleti hundred is for us, spending money. You gotta stay in school, and keep your job so you’re not always asking for money.”
“Who is Nellie?” Kevin asked, looking from one sister to the other.
“Nellie, that’s my Camaro. Her brakes weren’t so good when I first got her, so I was always saying “Whoa, Nellie”. It just stuck, even after I got her brakes fixed.”
Kevin laughed as he shook his head.
“Why does Nellie need to park on the street?” Kevin asked Krystin.
“Oh, that’s right! You haven’t met Ralph. He’s moving in with us, too.”
Kevin was a little surprised. He had no idea there was a Ralph involved. His heart raced a little bit.
“Who is this Ralph guy?” He held his breath as he waited for the answer.
“Ralph is my 1974 Jeep CJ4. He only gets out when the weather’s too cold for a bicycle. He’s gonna live in the garage next to your Mercedes. I hope they get along.”
“He’s her baby,” Carrie added.
“OK! When are Ralph and Nellie moving in?”
“Saturday, a week from today,” Krystin announced. “We have to pack or clothes and stuff, or I’d be moving in today.”
Carrie had been weighing what Kevin said about the basement.
“I’m so excited! It’s gonna be like my own apartment down there!”
“Carrie, there’s one more rule,” Krystin said seriously to Carrie. “Absolutely no fucking unless I say you can. I have to say the words. You get it?”
“I understand Krystin. I’m sorry I fucked Kevin without permission. I promise, it won’t happen again.”
Carrie looked sincere, and Krystin believed her. She had put it in the rules, and the rules are part of the housing agreement. Carrie knew what she meant. She would be out on her own if she screwed up again.
She also understood that it was all on her. Kevin wouldn’t be blamed if they fucked. She knew her sister liked to surprise her man with fuck toys, and Kevin would just assume it was a surprise for him if she fucked him.
She wished she weren’t just his occasional fuck toy. If the choice was fuck toy or girlfriend’s sister though, she gladly accepted fuck toy.
**
That next week, the twins showed up at Kevin’s house every night when their schedules allowed, usually after nine, but always before eleven. They didn’t sleep at their parent’s house again.
Saturday morning Kevin felt Krystin get up before seven. He listened to her shower and get dressed. He heard footsteps come up the basement steps, and then the front door open and close, followed by Nellie’s protests as her engine was turned over and sputtered to life.
The twin’s dad was in the kitchen, watching CNN and drinking his coffee when he heard his daughter’s Jeep rumbling down the street. From experience, he knew she was about two blocks away, but would soon be in the driveway. He had barely seen his girls for a week, since he had told them they had to move out. It was for their own good, he told himself.
He had since wondered if it was such a good decision. They were moving in with Krystin’s boyfriend. He and his wife weren’t even aware that she had a boyfriend. They knew absolutely nothing about him, and the girls had apparently been staying with him this week.
They had not talked about it, but when he saw the small U-Haul trailer backing toward the kitchen door, he could only surmise that today was the day they were officially moving their belongings. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart.
“Good morning, Dad,” his daughters chirped, in unison, as they bounced through the door into the kitchen. He never figured out if they had some secret hidden signal that allowed them to always greet him in unison like that, or if it was just a twin thing.
“Morning girls. And Tara. Nice to see you again.”
Tara was a childhood friend of the girls. Her family had lived a few doors down from them when they were in elementary school, and she had been in their class at school during that time.
“We’re moving our stuff today, Dad. Tara’s gonna help us carry stuff,” Krystin told her dad.
Krystin had always been the one to take charge, in spite of Carrie being the older of the two.
“I see that. I didn’t mean you had to leave immediately.”
“I know, but we have a place, we’re ready. No point in putting it off,” Krystin explained.
They had already moved anyway. Emotionally. She loved sleeping with Kevin, and waking up with him in the morning. She just needed the rest of her clothes and other stuff and she would feel right at home, in his house, with him.
The twin’s mom walked in and sat down next to her husband. She looked tired to Krystin.
“Hi Mom.” Krystin tested the waters to see if she could get an idea of what her mom’s attitude was.
“Hi girls. I just want to ask something, before you leave. Do you mind?”
“Don’t mind at all.”
Krystin sat down across from her mom, and met her eyes. Her mom’s eyes looked sad, a little.
“When do we get to meet this guy?”
“How about you guys buy us all brunch tomorrow. You’ll get to meet him, it’ll be neutral territory, and everybody will feel comfortable.” Kystin also knew there wouldn’t be any yelling in a public venue like that.
“I’ve got my golf tomorrow…” their Dad started, but trailed off to a mumble under Krystin’s stony glare.