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THE THREE R'S
by Larry Mason
Richard had agreed with his twin sister Rachel that he shouldn't be
the first guy to penetrate her. Then Ron joined them for an
afternoon down by the creek...
Copyright 2000, by Larry Mason. All rights reserved
1. INTRODUCING RICHARD, RACHEL, AND RON...
My name is Richard, but everybody calls me Rick. I live on a farm
with my mom and dad and my twin sister Rachel. We're both considered
nice looking and rather bright, but our parents always taught us not
to show off. Twins automatically attract attention, of course, but
Mom and Dad make sure we have plenty of solid achievements to be
proud of. We're both interested in music--we each got a nice little
CD player for our birthday and we spend part of our allowance on all
kinds of records, from the latest hits to Tchaikovsky and Beethoven.
We both had violin lessons, and we like to play duets while Mom
accompanies us on the piano. A couple of times a year we go to
musical events in the city a couple hours' drive away. Sometimes we
go with a community group, but we like it best when our family
dresses up and we make it a very special occasion.
Dad has a computer where he keeps all his farm records, but neither
of us is allowed to use it. We have a computer lab at school,
though, and after we became fairly skilled with it Dad installed one
for us in a corner of the family room, protected of course with Cyber
Patrol software. We both know how to use the on-line encyclopedias
and atlases, and we type book reports, stories, and letters on the
word processor.
The fact that we're twins is forgotten at chore time and we shift
into traditional boy and girl farm roles. Rachel mostly helps Mom in
the house, doing her share of housework and helping cook our meals.
I work with Dad on barnyard chores, and he slips in a lot of small
lessons for me about farm economics. I expect to take over Dad's
farm some day, but I never spend a lot of time on actual farm
labor--we have a couple of hired hands who do most of that. So I
have plenty of free time during summer vacation.
Mom's old school chum, Gladys Rogers, lives in the city. Rachel and
I call her "Aunt Gladys"--it seems disrespectful to call her by her
first name and "Mrs. Rogers" sounds too formal--but she's not really
a relative. She has a son named Ron who is almost the same age as me
and Rachel. Since he was small, Ron and Aunt Gladys have come almost
every year to spend part of the summer with us on the farm.
2. SUMMER OF OUR THIRTEENTH YEAR...
There's a creek on our farm where Ron and I like to go and fish or
just hang around. We seldom catch any fish, so we usually end up
wading and swimming at a bend in the creek where the water is waist
deep. We've discovered that clothes just get in our way when we're
in the water. Sometimes we swim and splash around for an hour or so
and then lie on the bank on our towels and dry off in the sun before
we get dressed and go back up to the farmhouse.
Lying there, Ron and I don't mind talking about anything that pops
into our heads. This summer our bodily development has been obvious
and the subject of sex has come up a lot.
One morning not long ago we were sharing everything we know about
female anatomy and intercourse. Ron seemed a bit surprised to find
that I knew more about these subjects than he did. He'd seen a lot
more bikini-clad teenagers than I had, at the swim center and at the
beach, but he'd never seen a real live girl completely naked.
"Of course I know what girls have under their clothes," I told him.
"I have a twin sister, after all. I see Rachel naked all the time."
"Do you fuck?" Ron asked.
"Everything but," I replied. "When we got old enough to know what it
was all about, we sorta agreed that somebody besides me should be the
first guy to actually penetrate her. We talked it over, and we
thought it would be better for us both that way. And besides, she
thought it would be a nice present to give whoever did finally take
her virginity."
"So what _do_ you two do together?"
"When we were real little we used to bathe together. If we touched
each other's genitals Mom would notice how hard mine was, so we never
got away with that. But we slept in the same bedroom."
"In separate beds, I suppose?"
"Yeah. We couldn't do much when Mom was home--she always kept her
eyes and ears open wide. But whenever we had a baby sitter, we'd lie
real still until the baby sitter thought we were asleep for the
night. Then I'd crawl over into Rachel's bed or she'd get into mine,
and we both pulled our nighties up under our chins and had fun
tickling each other. We soon discovered the best spots to touch.
Sometimes Rachel put her tummy against my back and folded her legs
under the back of my thighs, and then she reached around and tickled
my cock. Or sometimes I'd lie behind her with my cock between her
buns and I'd put my arm around her and rub her pussy with my fingers.
Or we'd lie on our sides facing each other and kissing and tickling,
and when my cock got hard I'd move closer and rub it on her pussy.
Anyway, we'd lie close together and touch each other for a while and
then go back into our separate beds and go to sleep."
"Did you tickle her clit?"
"No, like I said, I just rubbed her pussy--the front of it. I didn't
even know what a clit was until later. One time when we went up in
the hayloft and got naked, Rachel lay back on the hay and spread her
legs apart and pulled up the skin around her clit and showed it to
me. That was the first time I was actually aware of that piece of
her anatomy. She told me to rub my cock head against it. We both
liked the feeling and we've done it again lots of times. We sleep in
separate rooms since Dad remodeled the attic for his office, so now
we do it in the daytime, somewhere outside like in the barn loft or
down here by the creek. I like to get on top of her with my cock
lying along her slit, while she wraps her legs around my thighs and
holds me tight."
"And that's what you call 'everything but'?" Ron asked.
"Well, actually we've been trying some other stuff too--we like to
use our mouths on each other. Lately, that's what we do the most.
It makes us feel pretty good--almost as good as fucking, I think. We
both get naked and take turns licking and sucking each other.
Sometimes I lie down with my legs apart and Rachel kneels in between
and picks up my cock in one hand and lifts my balls with the other.
She tickles my cock a little and rubs up and down it, and of course
that gets me hard right away. She keeps rubbing gently and she
kisses the tip with her lips, and then she sticks out her tongue and
licks all around the rim. That's really my favorite exercise. Then
she sucks it like a lollipop with her lips and her tongue, and she
keeps rubbing with her hand at the same time, and fondling my balls
with her other hand. It got better a few months ago. When she rubs
me and sucks me now, I spasm and the jism comes out."
"Does she swallow it?"
"The first time my cock shot off in her mouth, Rachel was pretty
surprised and a little annoyed. But I begged her to try again,
because I like it so much when she does it that way. So after the
first couple of times she decided that it tastes OK and now she
usually swallows it all. Sometimes she holds a gob of it on top of
her tongue and then licks my belly and smears it around on there."
"Look, I'm getting hard just listening to you talk about it. Tell me
about when you use your mouth on her."
"I like to start at the bottom of her slit. I poke my tongue in her
cunt hole as deep as I can--I try to lick her cherry--you know, the
membrane that partly closes her hole. Her cunt gets all creamy and
juicy when I lick it now, more than it did when she was younger.
Just up above her hole there is a real smooth space of pink skin that
she loves to have me massage with my tongue. And then I work on her
clit button. Rachel calls my cock her 'lollipop,' so I call her clit
my 'jellybean.' I suck it into my mouth and flick it with my tongue,
and I run my tongue up and down both sides of it. I put two fingers
on the skin and pull it back so the button pokes out at me like a
tiny penis. Then when I lick the end of it with my tongue, it really
makes her wild."
"Can you both mouth-fuck each other at the same time?"
"Yeah, sometimes she climbs over me and plays with my balls and puts
her mouth down on my cock and sucks me off, while I reach up under
her legs and work her clit over with my lips and my tongue. It's
called 'sixty-nine' because that's what two people's bodies look like
when they are doing it that way. Since her tits started developing,
we've been doing it that way more. While we're licking and sucking
each other, I lift the little mounds of her tits with the palms of my
hands, and I rub my fingers around her nipples. Then, after my cock
shoots off and her cunt is done with its spasms, we lie back down
side by side and I suck her nipples and rest my head between the
mounds on her chest. We like to interlock our legs and just lie
together quietly, and sometimes we go to sleep with our naked bodies
touching."
3. THE PLOT THICKENS...
"But you're telling me you've never actually put your cock inside
Rachel's cunt?"
"That's the truth. We've never gone all the way. Like I told you,
it's always been a sort of pact between us. She's waiting for
somebody besides me to do it to her first--then she'll let me. I've
promised to wait until the time comes."
"Does she have anyone special in mind?"
"I kinda think she does, but it's one thing she doesn't want to tell
me about. I don't think she really likes any of the guys around here
very much. Who knows? Maybe she wants it to be you."
"Yeah...hmmm..."
"If it is you, you'll find out soon enough, never fear. I know
Rachel."
Talking and thinking about it gave us a pair of pretty hard
erections, and we decided to cool off a bit in the creek and then
come out and dry off.
Ron happened to be facing away from the bank where our towels and
clothes were, so he didn't see Rachel when she stepped quietly out
from the bushes that line the creek bank. I went on splashing with
him, hoping he wouldn't notice, but I kept watching her out of the
corner of my eye.
She set down the picnic basket she was carrying and stepped over to
where Ron's clothes were piled. She picked up his T-shirt and pulled
it down over her head. She didn't put her arms in the sleeves; she
had it on like a tent with her head sticking out through the top. I
watched her start taking off her clothes inside her T-shirt tent.
She took her blouse off and dropped it on Ron's towel--she hasn't
started wearing a bra yet. Next she kicked off her sneakers and
dropped her pants and her panties. Now she put her arms into the
sleeves of the T-shirt, so she was wearing just that and nothing
else. She's shorter than either of us, so the T-shirt extended well
below her crotch. And she sat down and watched us swimming and
playing in the water naked.
Suddenly Ron turned and saw Rachel sitting there on the bank looking
at us. He was standing in the waist-deep water, so he wasn't
terribly embarrassed. "Come on out," Rachel said. "I've brought
lunch."
Ron said, "You're sitting on my pants. And you're wearing my
T-shirt."
"I didn't think you'd mind," Rachel replied. "Your shirt's more
comfortable than what I had on. I thought you might not be ready to
see me naked quite yet. But you look perfectly comfortable without
your clothes. It's OK for you to come out."
"Let's go," I said. "She won't bite."
So we climbed out and walked over to the bank. Ron was pretty
nervous at first, but Rachel was acting the way I guess nudists do.
She didn't do anything to deliberately embarrass him, and she avoided
looking directly at his cock--but I noticed that it was half-erect by
the time he came up to the bank.
Meanwhile, Rachel busied herself laying out lunch. She took a
blanket out of the basket and spread it on the bank next to our
towels and we all sat on it. As she moved around, the T-shirt hiked
up sometimes and gave us a charming view of her pussy, but we were
being nudists too, trying not to stare and pretending not to notice.
By the time we finished eating the ham and Swiss sandwiches she'd
fixed (with lots of mayo, ketchup, spicy mustard, and relish--the way
she knows I like it), drinking the fruit punch she'd made (another
one of my favorite recipes), and munching on the fresh pears she
brought, we were quite at ease. Both our cocks were totally limp,
and Rachel was feeling free to move around or sit in any position she
liked. We all put the remains from our lunch back in the basket and
she shut the lid.
4. SHOW AND TELL...
"So," Rachel asked, reclining on the blanket. "Tell me what you guys
have been doing down here at the creek all morning."
"The usual," I said. "We tried fishing but we didn't catch anything.
Then we swam and splashed around. We got out and talked for a
while, but then we decided to go back in and cool off just before you
got here."
"What did you talk about? Girls?" she asked.
Ron spoke up boldly. "We were talking about you, if you want to
know," he smiled. "About you and Rick."
"What about us?" Rachel asked him.
"Well," I interrupted, "We were talking about girls and boys and sex
and all that stuff. I was telling Ron about how girls are put
together. He's never seen a girl naked. He asked me how I knew all
about it, and I told him I found out most of it from being with you."
Rachel frowned. "So you described my body to Ron? You told him all
about what I look like when I'm naked?"
"Don't get mad," I said, and I tried distracting her with obvious
flattery: "Words could never describe how beautiful your body is,
especially when it's not covered up."
"Well, OK," she said, "Anyway I suppose you explained all sorts of
terminology to him, like 'pussy' and 'cunt,' and 'clit' and 'cherry,'
and 'tit' and 'nipple'?"
"Yeah," I said, "All those things. And I told Ron how good it feels
when you play with my 'cock' and my 'balls,' and when you lick them
with your 'tongue,' and when we play 'sixty-nine.'"
Rachel turned to Ron. "And of course he told you all about 'fuck,'
too, or did you already know that one?" she asked.
"I'd heard about it, that's all." Ron said and looked down at his
cock, which was getting hard again. "Rick told me that you two have
never gone all the way."
"Yeah," Rachel answered. "I guess all three of us are technically
virgins. I'm waiting to do it first with somebody besides Rick, but
it hasn't happened yet. I guess the right guy hasn't come along."
Ron said, "I liked it when Rick told me all that, about your body.
And I've been watching you move your legs and sometimes I can see--I
guess I've been peeking..."
"At my pussy?" Rachel grinned. "That's OK. I could have kept you
from seeing it if I really wanted to. Anyway, Rick has already
filled you in on all the details, and besides I've enjoyed looking at
yours too." She opened her legs slightly and lifted her thighs, so
that the hem of her T- shirt bunched up almost to her waist. "All
three of us have grown a little hair down there. Who has the most?"
"I think Ron has us both beat, for quantity," I said. "But yours is
finer and more curly."
"You guys are getting horny, just looking at it," Rachel said as she
opened her legs wider. She pulled her heels back almost against her
hips and spread her knees wide so we could see all of her pelvic
region and down to the pucker of her ass hole. Higher up, folds of
skin mostly covered her slit, but we could see the puffy ridge on
each side and the groove in the middle. In the upper part of her
groove there was a smaller ridge that showed where her clit was
hiding.
With the fingers of both hands, Rachel pulled the skin back all the
way and opened her outer pussy lips. I started pointing and
explaining to Ron like a tour guide, "There's her ass hole down
there, and then her cunt above it. When she holds it open all the
way you can see her cherry. And at the top is her clit."
"What is that dark spot just underneath your clit?" Ron asked Rachel.
"That's just my little pee hole," Rachel said.
Ron moved his face close and looked carefully at what Rachel was
showing him for a couple of minutes, without saying anything. She
looked at his stiff cock. "Good," she said. "A little bit of your
juice is coming out. Let me get some on my finger and rub it on my
clit." When she rubbed the drop of Ron's precum juice on her button,
it jerked a little.
I moved over and knelt behind Rachel and took hold of the T-shirt on
both sides under her armpits. Then I stretched the cloth back so it
was tight across her chest. The soft mounds of her budding tits
pushed the shirt out slightly on both sides, and it stretched across
the middle. Her nipples were obvious, raising little cones under the
T-shirt. I looked at them over her shoulder, and Ron was staring at
her chest too.
"Why did you put it on anyway?" Ron asked. "Why couldn't you just
take all your clothes off when you first came and get naked like Rick
and me?"
"I'm a girl, silly," she answered. "I'm supposed to pretend to be
coy and shy. Guys get turned on more when a girl is partly covered
up at first. If I took everything off right away, you might have
thought I was too bold. But I don't mind taking off the shirt now--I
guess I've been acting demure long enough." She pulled it off over
her head.
Even though Ron had just been examining Rachel's naked pussy and
looking at her tits through the thin layer of cloth, his first sight
of her totally naked body electrified him. His cock turned into a
little baseball bat and he blushed all over. "I...well, you know I
never saw a really naked girl before...I guess I need to calm down a
little," he said.
I have to admit that my twin sister is OK to look at. Neat blond
hair. A pleasant face. A slim body--smooth muscular shapely legs, a
narrow waist, slightly wider hips, and soft mounds where her tits are
emerging, crowned by the pink cones of her nipples centered in wide
areolas of a slightly darker pink color.
5. TOUCH AND GO...
In a few minutes Ron started breathing normally again, but his
erection hadn't subsided at all.
I said, "How about if we all sit cross-legged, with me and Ron facing
you. We can touch you and you can touch us."
Rachel put one hand around Ron's cock and the other around mine, and
started fondling us both at the same time and gently rubbing the skin
up and down on our cocks. Meanwhile, we each reached for one of her
nipples and massaged them with our fingers. For a long time we
touched various parts of each other's bodies. Sometimes she
concentrated on each of us alternately. I watched as she tickled
Ron's balls and traced his cock from the base to the tip and around
the rim of his cock head. Then she turned and worked on my cock for
a while. Sometimes we caressed the soft mounds of her tits.
Sometimes one of us stroked her pussy hair and then opened her slit
as she had done earlier and tickled her clit and fingered her cunt
mouth.
Then I moved away to let the other two get to know each other's
bodies better. Rachel told Ron to lie on his back while she worked
on his cock. She placed the palm of her right hand over his pelvic
bone and stroked the curls there, then she trailed her forefinger
down the inside of one thigh, across to the other thigh, and back up
to its original position. She lifted his balls with the palm of her
left hand and held them as she moved her thumb over and around his
scrotum.
Then she sandwiched the base of his cock between her palms and
stroked upward to the tip. She spread his cock tip open with two
fingers of her left hand and dipped her right forefinger into the
opening. When she lifted her forefinger, a trail of precum followed
it. She moved her left hand back and continued caressing his balls,
while she rubbed the precum around the rim of his cock head with her
right forefinger.
Ron had closed his eyes, so he didn't notice right away that she had
lowered her lips to his cock head and was massaging it with her
tongue. But he soon became aware that it was feeling different than
before, and he opened his eyes. "Ooh," he murmured. "I was
wondering what that would be like."
Rachel kept the action very gentle, lowering her mouth down over his
cock and back off again, then rubbing her lips and her tongue over
and around the head, then licking down one side of his cock to the
base, moving her tongue to the other side, and licking back up. She
slowly worked her mouth over the skin of his balls and all around
them. After a while she moved her mouth away and went on rubbing the
skin up and down his hard cock with her hand. "I don't want you to
climax yet," she said. "I just wanted to do some gentle tickling.
And now I'm going to lie on my back and you can touch me."
Rachel told Ron to kneel beside her, facing directly toward her waist
as she lay back flat on the blanket. He tried using both hands at
once, one caressing her tits and the other petting the hair on her
mound. After a minute or two of this, he decided to concentrate on
her tits. He pushed the palms of both hands against the lower part
of both her tits, gently fondling them. His fingers traced around
and down the outer edges, across the underside, and up between them.
His forefingers circled her areolas. "Oh, that's so good!" Rachel
sighed. "Now kiss my tits and suck on my nipples." Ron lowered his
lips to her nipples one at a time, rasped them softly with his
tongue, and suckled them rhythmically. Her hips moved slightly in
sync with his tongue and lip action. "It's heavenly," she told him.
As Ron moved from her tits down to her pussy, I came over and knelt
on the opposite side of her and continued where Ron had left off.
"Oh, yeah!" Rachel gasped, "Two lovers licking me at once! I've
never had it so good." I went on sucking her nipples and Ron moved
one finger down and tickled her pussy lips.
"Put your mouth down there," Rachel begged Ron.
He kissed her pussy hair. She pulled the skin back from her clit and
he touched her little button with his tongue. She opened her legs
wide and Ron buried his face deep into her pussy, licking all up and
down over her clit and into her hole and lapping up the cream that
was flowing from her cunt. "I like the way your clit feels on my
tongue," he said.
"Yeah, I like the way your tongue feels on my clit, too," Rachel
countered, getting more and more excited. "Keep licking me right
there. Can you flick it faster? ...That's it--keep sucking...
Oh, yes, it feels so good!" She began to buck her hips. I held one
of Rachel's hands in mine and interlocked my fingers with hers. She
squeezed my fingers tightly as her orgasm swept over her, and Ron
held onto her thighs to keep his head between her legs and his mouth
in her slit.
Rachel's spasms gradually subsided. I gave her nipple one last kiss
and then lay down beside her. Ron lay on the other side of her and
pressed his body against hers, then gently rubbed his hand over her
smooth shoulders.
by Larry Mason
Richard had agreed with his twin sister Rachel that he shouldn't be
the first guy to penetrate her. Then Ron joined them for an
afternoon down by the creek...
Copyright 2000, by Larry Mason. All rights reserved
1. INTRODUCING RICHARD, RACHEL, AND RON...
My name is Richard, but everybody calls me Rick. I live on a farm
with my mom and dad and my twin sister Rachel. We're both considered
nice looking and rather bright, but our parents always taught us not
to show off. Twins automatically attract attention, of course, but
Mom and Dad make sure we have plenty of solid achievements to be
proud of. We're both interested in music--we each got a nice little
CD player for our birthday and we spend part of our allowance on all
kinds of records, from the latest hits to Tchaikovsky and Beethoven.
We both had violin lessons, and we like to play duets while Mom
accompanies us on the piano. A couple of times a year we go to
musical events in the city a couple hours' drive away. Sometimes we
go with a community group, but we like it best when our family
dresses up and we make it a very special occasion.
Dad has a computer where he keeps all his farm records, but neither
of us is allowed to use it. We have a computer lab at school,
though, and after we became fairly skilled with it Dad installed one
for us in a corner of the family room, protected of course with Cyber
Patrol software. We both know how to use the on-line encyclopedias
and atlases, and we type book reports, stories, and letters on the
word processor.
The fact that we're twins is forgotten at chore time and we shift
into traditional boy and girl farm roles. Rachel mostly helps Mom in
the house, doing her share of housework and helping cook our meals.
I work with Dad on barnyard chores, and he slips in a lot of small
lessons for me about farm economics. I expect to take over Dad's
farm some day, but I never spend a lot of time on actual farm
labor--we have a couple of hired hands who do most of that. So I
have plenty of free time during summer vacation.
Mom's old school chum, Gladys Rogers, lives in the city. Rachel and
I call her "Aunt Gladys"--it seems disrespectful to call her by her
first name and "Mrs. Rogers" sounds too formal--but she's not really
a relative. She has a son named Ron who is almost the same age as me
and Rachel. Since he was small, Ron and Aunt Gladys have come almost
every year to spend part of the summer with us on the farm.
2. SUMMER OF OUR THIRTEENTH YEAR...
There's a creek on our farm where Ron and I like to go and fish or
just hang around. We seldom catch any fish, so we usually end up
wading and swimming at a bend in the creek where the water is waist
deep. We've discovered that clothes just get in our way when we're
in the water. Sometimes we swim and splash around for an hour or so
and then lie on the bank on our towels and dry off in the sun before
we get dressed and go back up to the farmhouse.
Lying there, Ron and I don't mind talking about anything that pops
into our heads. This summer our bodily development has been obvious
and the subject of sex has come up a lot.
One morning not long ago we were sharing everything we know about
female anatomy and intercourse. Ron seemed a bit surprised to find
that I knew more about these subjects than he did. He'd seen a lot
more bikini-clad teenagers than I had, at the swim center and at the
beach, but he'd never seen a real live girl completely naked.
"Of course I know what girls have under their clothes," I told him.
"I have a twin sister, after all. I see Rachel naked all the time."
"Do you fuck?" Ron asked.
"Everything but," I replied. "When we got old enough to know what it
was all about, we sorta agreed that somebody besides me should be the
first guy to actually penetrate her. We talked it over, and we
thought it would be better for us both that way. And besides, she
thought it would be a nice present to give whoever did finally take
her virginity."
"So what _do_ you two do together?"
"When we were real little we used to bathe together. If we touched
each other's genitals Mom would notice how hard mine was, so we never
got away with that. But we slept in the same bedroom."
"In separate beds, I suppose?"
"Yeah. We couldn't do much when Mom was home--she always kept her
eyes and ears open wide. But whenever we had a baby sitter, we'd lie
real still until the baby sitter thought we were asleep for the
night. Then I'd crawl over into Rachel's bed or she'd get into mine,
and we both pulled our nighties up under our chins and had fun
tickling each other. We soon discovered the best spots to touch.
Sometimes Rachel put her tummy against my back and folded her legs
under the back of my thighs, and then she reached around and tickled
my cock. Or sometimes I'd lie behind her with my cock between her
buns and I'd put my arm around her and rub her pussy with my fingers.
Or we'd lie on our sides facing each other and kissing and tickling,
and when my cock got hard I'd move closer and rub it on her pussy.
Anyway, we'd lie close together and touch each other for a while and
then go back into our separate beds and go to sleep."
"Did you tickle her clit?"
"No, like I said, I just rubbed her pussy--the front of it. I didn't
even know what a clit was until later. One time when we went up in
the hayloft and got naked, Rachel lay back on the hay and spread her
legs apart and pulled up the skin around her clit and showed it to
me. That was the first time I was actually aware of that piece of
her anatomy. She told me to rub my cock head against it. We both
liked the feeling and we've done it again lots of times. We sleep in
separate rooms since Dad remodeled the attic for his office, so now
we do it in the daytime, somewhere outside like in the barn loft or
down here by the creek. I like to get on top of her with my cock
lying along her slit, while she wraps her legs around my thighs and
holds me tight."
"And that's what you call 'everything but'?" Ron asked.
"Well, actually we've been trying some other stuff too--we like to
use our mouths on each other. Lately, that's what we do the most.
It makes us feel pretty good--almost as good as fucking, I think. We
both get naked and take turns licking and sucking each other.
Sometimes I lie down with my legs apart and Rachel kneels in between
and picks up my cock in one hand and lifts my balls with the other.
She tickles my cock a little and rubs up and down it, and of course
that gets me hard right away. She keeps rubbing gently and she
kisses the tip with her lips, and then she sticks out her tongue and
licks all around the rim. That's really my favorite exercise. Then
she sucks it like a lollipop with her lips and her tongue, and she
keeps rubbing with her hand at the same time, and fondling my balls
with her other hand. It got better a few months ago. When she rubs
me and sucks me now, I spasm and the jism comes out."
"Does she swallow it?"
"The first time my cock shot off in her mouth, Rachel was pretty
surprised and a little annoyed. But I begged her to try again,
because I like it so much when she does it that way. So after the
first couple of times she decided that it tastes OK and now she
usually swallows it all. Sometimes she holds a gob of it on top of
her tongue and then licks my belly and smears it around on there."
"Look, I'm getting hard just listening to you talk about it. Tell me
about when you use your mouth on her."
"I like to start at the bottom of her slit. I poke my tongue in her
cunt hole as deep as I can--I try to lick her cherry--you know, the
membrane that partly closes her hole. Her cunt gets all creamy and
juicy when I lick it now, more than it did when she was younger.
Just up above her hole there is a real smooth space of pink skin that
she loves to have me massage with my tongue. And then I work on her
clit button. Rachel calls my cock her 'lollipop,' so I call her clit
my 'jellybean.' I suck it into my mouth and flick it with my tongue,
and I run my tongue up and down both sides of it. I put two fingers
on the skin and pull it back so the button pokes out at me like a
tiny penis. Then when I lick the end of it with my tongue, it really
makes her wild."
"Can you both mouth-fuck each other at the same time?"
"Yeah, sometimes she climbs over me and plays with my balls and puts
her mouth down on my cock and sucks me off, while I reach up under
her legs and work her clit over with my lips and my tongue. It's
called 'sixty-nine' because that's what two people's bodies look like
when they are doing it that way. Since her tits started developing,
we've been doing it that way more. While we're licking and sucking
each other, I lift the little mounds of her tits with the palms of my
hands, and I rub my fingers around her nipples. Then, after my cock
shoots off and her cunt is done with its spasms, we lie back down
side by side and I suck her nipples and rest my head between the
mounds on her chest. We like to interlock our legs and just lie
together quietly, and sometimes we go to sleep with our naked bodies
touching."
3. THE PLOT THICKENS...
"But you're telling me you've never actually put your cock inside
Rachel's cunt?"
"That's the truth. We've never gone all the way. Like I told you,
it's always been a sort of pact between us. She's waiting for
somebody besides me to do it to her first--then she'll let me. I've
promised to wait until the time comes."
"Does she have anyone special in mind?"
"I kinda think she does, but it's one thing she doesn't want to tell
me about. I don't think she really likes any of the guys around here
very much. Who knows? Maybe she wants it to be you."
"Yeah...hmmm..."
"If it is you, you'll find out soon enough, never fear. I know
Rachel."
Talking and thinking about it gave us a pair of pretty hard
erections, and we decided to cool off a bit in the creek and then
come out and dry off.
Ron happened to be facing away from the bank where our towels and
clothes were, so he didn't see Rachel when she stepped quietly out
from the bushes that line the creek bank. I went on splashing with
him, hoping he wouldn't notice, but I kept watching her out of the
corner of my eye.
She set down the picnic basket she was carrying and stepped over to
where Ron's clothes were piled. She picked up his T-shirt and pulled
it down over her head. She didn't put her arms in the sleeves; she
had it on like a tent with her head sticking out through the top. I
watched her start taking off her clothes inside her T-shirt tent.
She took her blouse off and dropped it on Ron's towel--she hasn't
started wearing a bra yet. Next she kicked off her sneakers and
dropped her pants and her panties. Now she put her arms into the
sleeves of the T-shirt, so she was wearing just that and nothing
else. She's shorter than either of us, so the T-shirt extended well
below her crotch. And she sat down and watched us swimming and
playing in the water naked.
Suddenly Ron turned and saw Rachel sitting there on the bank looking
at us. He was standing in the waist-deep water, so he wasn't
terribly embarrassed. "Come on out," Rachel said. "I've brought
lunch."
Ron said, "You're sitting on my pants. And you're wearing my
T-shirt."
"I didn't think you'd mind," Rachel replied. "Your shirt's more
comfortable than what I had on. I thought you might not be ready to
see me naked quite yet. But you look perfectly comfortable without
your clothes. It's OK for you to come out."
"Let's go," I said. "She won't bite."
So we climbed out and walked over to the bank. Ron was pretty
nervous at first, but Rachel was acting the way I guess nudists do.
She didn't do anything to deliberately embarrass him, and she avoided
looking directly at his cock--but I noticed that it was half-erect by
the time he came up to the bank.
Meanwhile, Rachel busied herself laying out lunch. She took a
blanket out of the basket and spread it on the bank next to our
towels and we all sat on it. As she moved around, the T-shirt hiked
up sometimes and gave us a charming view of her pussy, but we were
being nudists too, trying not to stare and pretending not to notice.
By the time we finished eating the ham and Swiss sandwiches she'd
fixed (with lots of mayo, ketchup, spicy mustard, and relish--the way
she knows I like it), drinking the fruit punch she'd made (another
one of my favorite recipes), and munching on the fresh pears she
brought, we were quite at ease. Both our cocks were totally limp,
and Rachel was feeling free to move around or sit in any position she
liked. We all put the remains from our lunch back in the basket and
she shut the lid.
4. SHOW AND TELL...
"So," Rachel asked, reclining on the blanket. "Tell me what you guys
have been doing down here at the creek all morning."
"The usual," I said. "We tried fishing but we didn't catch anything.
Then we swam and splashed around. We got out and talked for a
while, but then we decided to go back in and cool off just before you
got here."
"What did you talk about? Girls?" she asked.
Ron spoke up boldly. "We were talking about you, if you want to
know," he smiled. "About you and Rick."
"What about us?" Rachel asked him.
"Well," I interrupted, "We were talking about girls and boys and sex
and all that stuff. I was telling Ron about how girls are put
together. He's never seen a girl naked. He asked me how I knew all
about it, and I told him I found out most of it from being with you."
Rachel frowned. "So you described my body to Ron? You told him all
about what I look like when I'm naked?"
"Don't get mad," I said, and I tried distracting her with obvious
flattery: "Words could never describe how beautiful your body is,
especially when it's not covered up."
"Well, OK," she said, "Anyway I suppose you explained all sorts of
terminology to him, like 'pussy' and 'cunt,' and 'clit' and 'cherry,'
and 'tit' and 'nipple'?"
"Yeah," I said, "All those things. And I told Ron how good it feels
when you play with my 'cock' and my 'balls,' and when you lick them
with your 'tongue,' and when we play 'sixty-nine.'"
Rachel turned to Ron. "And of course he told you all about 'fuck,'
too, or did you already know that one?" she asked.
"I'd heard about it, that's all." Ron said and looked down at his
cock, which was getting hard again. "Rick told me that you two have
never gone all the way."
"Yeah," Rachel answered. "I guess all three of us are technically
virgins. I'm waiting to do it first with somebody besides Rick, but
it hasn't happened yet. I guess the right guy hasn't come along."
Ron said, "I liked it when Rick told me all that, about your body.
And I've been watching you move your legs and sometimes I can see--I
guess I've been peeking..."
"At my pussy?" Rachel grinned. "That's OK. I could have kept you
from seeing it if I really wanted to. Anyway, Rick has already
filled you in on all the details, and besides I've enjoyed looking at
yours too." She opened her legs slightly and lifted her thighs, so
that the hem of her T- shirt bunched up almost to her waist. "All
three of us have grown a little hair down there. Who has the most?"
"I think Ron has us both beat, for quantity," I said. "But yours is
finer and more curly."
"You guys are getting horny, just looking at it," Rachel said as she
opened her legs wider. She pulled her heels back almost against her
hips and spread her knees wide so we could see all of her pelvic
region and down to the pucker of her ass hole. Higher up, folds of
skin mostly covered her slit, but we could see the puffy ridge on
each side and the groove in the middle. In the upper part of her
groove there was a smaller ridge that showed where her clit was
hiding.
With the fingers of both hands, Rachel pulled the skin back all the
way and opened her outer pussy lips. I started pointing and
explaining to Ron like a tour guide, "There's her ass hole down
there, and then her cunt above it. When she holds it open all the
way you can see her cherry. And at the top is her clit."
"What is that dark spot just underneath your clit?" Ron asked Rachel.
"That's just my little pee hole," Rachel said.
Ron moved his face close and looked carefully at what Rachel was
showing him for a couple of minutes, without saying anything. She
looked at his stiff cock. "Good," she said. "A little bit of your
juice is coming out. Let me get some on my finger and rub it on my
clit." When she rubbed the drop of Ron's precum juice on her button,
it jerked a little.
I moved over and knelt behind Rachel and took hold of the T-shirt on
both sides under her armpits. Then I stretched the cloth back so it
was tight across her chest. The soft mounds of her budding tits
pushed the shirt out slightly on both sides, and it stretched across
the middle. Her nipples were obvious, raising little cones under the
T-shirt. I looked at them over her shoulder, and Ron was staring at
her chest too.
"Why did you put it on anyway?" Ron asked. "Why couldn't you just
take all your clothes off when you first came and get naked like Rick
and me?"
"I'm a girl, silly," she answered. "I'm supposed to pretend to be
coy and shy. Guys get turned on more when a girl is partly covered
up at first. If I took everything off right away, you might have
thought I was too bold. But I don't mind taking off the shirt now--I
guess I've been acting demure long enough." She pulled it off over
her head.
Even though Ron had just been examining Rachel's naked pussy and
looking at her tits through the thin layer of cloth, his first sight
of her totally naked body electrified him. His cock turned into a
little baseball bat and he blushed all over. "I...well, you know I
never saw a really naked girl before...I guess I need to calm down a
little," he said.
I have to admit that my twin sister is OK to look at. Neat blond
hair. A pleasant face. A slim body--smooth muscular shapely legs, a
narrow waist, slightly wider hips, and soft mounds where her tits are
emerging, crowned by the pink cones of her nipples centered in wide
areolas of a slightly darker pink color.
5. TOUCH AND GO...
In a few minutes Ron started breathing normally again, but his
erection hadn't subsided at all.
I said, "How about if we all sit cross-legged, with me and Ron facing
you. We can touch you and you can touch us."
Rachel put one hand around Ron's cock and the other around mine, and
started fondling us both at the same time and gently rubbing the skin
up and down on our cocks. Meanwhile, we each reached for one of her
nipples and massaged them with our fingers. For a long time we
touched various parts of each other's bodies. Sometimes she
concentrated on each of us alternately. I watched as she tickled
Ron's balls and traced his cock from the base to the tip and around
the rim of his cock head. Then she turned and worked on my cock for
a while. Sometimes we caressed the soft mounds of her tits.
Sometimes one of us stroked her pussy hair and then opened her slit
as she had done earlier and tickled her clit and fingered her cunt
mouth.
Then I moved away to let the other two get to know each other's
bodies better. Rachel told Ron to lie on his back while she worked
on his cock. She placed the palm of her right hand over his pelvic
bone and stroked the curls there, then she trailed her forefinger
down the inside of one thigh, across to the other thigh, and back up
to its original position. She lifted his balls with the palm of her
left hand and held them as she moved her thumb over and around his
scrotum.
Then she sandwiched the base of his cock between her palms and
stroked upward to the tip. She spread his cock tip open with two
fingers of her left hand and dipped her right forefinger into the
opening. When she lifted her forefinger, a trail of precum followed
it. She moved her left hand back and continued caressing his balls,
while she rubbed the precum around the rim of his cock head with her
right forefinger.
Ron had closed his eyes, so he didn't notice right away that she had
lowered her lips to his cock head and was massaging it with her
tongue. But he soon became aware that it was feeling different than
before, and he opened his eyes. "Ooh," he murmured. "I was
wondering what that would be like."
Rachel kept the action very gentle, lowering her mouth down over his
cock and back off again, then rubbing her lips and her tongue over
and around the head, then licking down one side of his cock to the
base, moving her tongue to the other side, and licking back up. She
slowly worked her mouth over the skin of his balls and all around
them. After a while she moved her mouth away and went on rubbing the
skin up and down his hard cock with her hand. "I don't want you to
climax yet," she said. "I just wanted to do some gentle tickling.
And now I'm going to lie on my back and you can touch me."
Rachel told Ron to kneel beside her, facing directly toward her waist
as she lay back flat on the blanket. He tried using both hands at
once, one caressing her tits and the other petting the hair on her
mound. After a minute or two of this, he decided to concentrate on
her tits. He pushed the palms of both hands against the lower part
of both her tits, gently fondling them. His fingers traced around
and down the outer edges, across the underside, and up between them.
His forefingers circled her areolas. "Oh, that's so good!" Rachel
sighed. "Now kiss my tits and suck on my nipples." Ron lowered his
lips to her nipples one at a time, rasped them softly with his
tongue, and suckled them rhythmically. Her hips moved slightly in
sync with his tongue and lip action. "It's heavenly," she told him.
As Ron moved from her tits down to her pussy, I came over and knelt
on the opposite side of her and continued where Ron had left off.
"Oh, yeah!" Rachel gasped, "Two lovers licking me at once! I've
never had it so good." I went on sucking her nipples and Ron moved
one finger down and tickled her pussy lips.
"Put your mouth down there," Rachel begged Ron.
He kissed her pussy hair. She pulled the skin back from her clit and
he touched her little button with his tongue. She opened her legs
wide and Ron buried his face deep into her pussy, licking all up and
down over her clit and into her hole and lapping up the cream that
was flowing from her cunt. "I like the way your clit feels on my
tongue," he said.
"Yeah, I like the way your tongue feels on my clit, too," Rachel
countered, getting more and more excited. "Keep licking me right
there. Can you flick it faster? ...That's it--keep sucking...
Oh, yes, it feels so good!" She began to buck her hips. I held one
of Rachel's hands in mine and interlocked my fingers with hers. She
squeezed my fingers tightly as her orgasm swept over her, and Ron
held onto her thighs to keep his head between her legs and his mouth
in her slit.
Rachel's spasms gradually subsided. I gave her nipple one last kiss
and then lay down beside her. Ron lay on the other side of her and
pressed his body against hers, then gently rubbed his hand over her
smooth shoulders.
