Two Tone Twins SeXStoRY

The first night we shared a bed, we didn't sl**p together, exactly. We were living in Tokyo and our four parents were spending another evening in one or other of our homes on the Army Base called Washington Heights by the occupying Americans. Ashley and I were only six, and we had been ordered to be silent after Lights Out at 8 PM. Naturally, we started trying to make each other laugh-out-loud by tickling innocently, but within onl;y moments, we were being hushed indeed, relishing the feelings which we were whispering to each other: "Go there again, Billy!" "Ashley, do that some more!" "THAT makes me go all..." "Oooh!" "Mmmm..." "We prolly wanna keep this ahhmm, err, like, kinda seeecret?" "Umm, yeah!" and we giggled simultaeneously and conspiratorially. That was the closest bonding moment in my life, surpassing the sibling-love we got when telling adults that this brown girl and white boy were "twins". My parents had adopted Ashley when her parents died in a freak accident in Egypt Nine-Eleven, 19xx. Now it was 19xx, we were just 18 and awaiting another posting overseas. It wasn't for the first time that I was peeping on my twin s****r. She and I were born on the same day, supposedly in the same Army Hospital,. I was recalling all the times we had been allowed as pre-pubescents to sl**p in the same bed, as our parents could not imagine the two of us discovering Pleasure Spots, Pressure Points, Tickle Targets all off their own initiative. We had explored each other's bodies for years but had never gone in for the Big No-No. Ashley thought that the red plastic camera standing on top of the chest of drawers at the side of her bed was just a toy but it wasn't. On one of my foraging trips to the "Comms Center" to be found on every Army Base, I had found the bright object and "given" it to my twin as a decoration which I had screwed down as a preparation for my only-dimly-planned Amateur Self-Shot production. However, I had never seen Ashley fall asl**p with her breasts bare before! She hadn't bothered to put her nightie on because of the unseasonal muggy heat- and I just couldn't stop staring at her little tits that were rising and falling on the monitor screen in my own room with every breath she took! . Up here on the 17th floor apartment my parents owned in San Francisco, I had assembled an impressive CCTV from cast-off items from "Spy School" as Ashley and I called our parents' workplaces. Minutes later I was so excited, I pushed the Record button for my buddy Justin Case, got up from my chair, walked into Ashley's bedroom and started slowly pulling the satin sheet from her navel to her knees. She said, "Mmm? Mmm!" Was she dimly aware? Totally in REM sl**p mode? Wide awake? Next morning she told me the correct answer: the one I wanted to hear. I couldn't see my step-s****r without the light enhancer of the camera setting, but I could make out the outline of her body. I dropped my shorts and T-shirt, slipped into her bed, and felt around. I found her naked body and smiled, my cock immediately growing semi-erect. Slowly, I began to caress her exposed brown body, the soft legs, flat stomach, and amazingly luscious, tiny breasts. Her nipples were hard and I added to this predicament by twisting them lightly. Her throaty voice moaned. "I like this already. I've been thinking about you, b*o." I let my mouth take over where my hands had been—licking, sucking, nipping at the aureolae of her nipples. Her breathing got heavier and she began to squirm in pleasure. Slowly, I made my way around and around the nipples before taking one into my mouth, biting gently and then repeating the process to the other . I soaked my left thumb and forefinger with saliva and as softly as I could with a trembling hand, kept my eyes on her parted, perfectly molded little lips, and so very softly brushed her clitoris. A tiny hint of a smile, a slight increase in her breathing as my index finger slowly circled the pink nub at the centre of my desire. Abruptly, my mouth went from dead dry to nearly drooling as I looked up at her face and saw our years old signal, her little tongue touching her lower lip once, then again. I let go of her clit to re-moisten my fingers, but in that instant the smile on her face was replaced by an open-mouthed gasp, and before I could think of doing it, my body bent forward of its own volition and I tentatively put the tip of my tongue on the tip of her "Special Spot", as she had called it since she discovered its lovely sensations ten years earlier. Once, twice, three times circling her nub, my eyes rolled up high to keep her mouth and eyes in sight, and the little smile-hint reappeared. I surreptitiously reached the camera zoom button and heard the tenth-of-a-second Zz noise, The ambient light from the city, I knew, would create lovely patches of contrast on her Mocha skin on the video recording next door in my Work Station. As gently as I could, I closed my lips to join my tongue now resting still on her labia, and an unbidden little stream of hot drool rolled down. I flicked my tongue from side to side to help spread my saliva, and Ashley made a high-pitched "Ooo" sound, the sound she'd be making more often now, the sound every Cunnilinguist loves to hear the most: "Ooo!" I rose slightly and aimed again for her breasts and then her mouth with my tongue and lips moving as if with minds of their own. I laughed against her breasts, taking turns on each nipple as my hand crept south. She was soaking wet and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her silly right then, but I kept my desire on a leash. Instead, I slipped my finger up and down her wet little slit. That leash, my control, was falling apart and fast. I bit a little harder on her tits, causing her to yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I relentlessly began to finger fuck her wet, tight pussy. She moaned and bucked, screaming "Yes!" over and over again as my fingers pumped into her, bringing her to orgasm Number One for that night. "Fuck, God, yes," she moaned, over and over as I continued to nibble at her breasts. I slowly pushed one finger into her pussy as deep as I could, and she gave a little mew and giggle which made my cock wake up and wonder at the sound. I then added another finger and her inwardly shuddering gasps stirred the onrush leading to a second semi-erection. Finally, a third finger when she whispered for it into my hovering ear. She tried to buck against my fingers, but I resisted her motion. "Mm, b*****r-of-mine, I want you inside me. Are you going to fuck me good, Billy?" I wanted to fuck her so hard she'd never knew what had hit her, but I wanted our first full experience to be long and languid, lascivious and laughing, memorable for all the Wright reasons My cock was aching to fill that tight ebony pussy, and I knew it was time. Time to fuck her. Time right now to slowly slide our two genitalia into one overwhelming function of fucking. With a long, throaty moan, Ashley slowly led my cock inside her. I couldn't hold back a groan myself. The velvety wetness of her was intoxicating. Slowly, wanting to fill every inch of her, I inched my cock until it was buried as deep as it could go, my scrotum resting on her skinny cheeks. With painstaking slowness, I eased my cock all the way back so only the very tip of my head was in her wet slit. "Oh, God, Billy," Ashley moaned, "that just looks so, so, ooh, so good, so naughty!" Sliding back into her, I took one hand to play with her nipples, flicking them, twisting them. She squeaked and moaned, trying to arch her back, trying to keep me deep as I slowly slid back out. "I can't take it," she moaned. "Please, please, fuck me." I grinned. "Sure?" I asked in a whisper. "Yes, come on, just fuck me with that amazing cock. Come on, please." I laughed. My steps****r was begging for my cock. The original plan had been to fuck her and leave— But now, now I wanted to see her face as I fucked her. As I continued to tease her with my slow, deliberate strokes, I came up with a new plan. "God, please, harder." She was practically screaming at this point and I knew what I was going to do. "Harder?" "Yes, fuck, now!" I plunged my cock deep inside her, quickly withdrawing and thrusting back in. The feeling was amazing. Drilling her wet little pussy while she screamed and begged for more was like nothing I had ever imagined. As her breathing became more ragged and I knew she was close to orgasm, I reached over to where I knew the lamp was on her bedside table was. With a yank of the pull string, the light flooded over us. I held onto her hips, more vigorously fucking her. It felt so good, I was coming close myself, but I had to hold on. I had to tell her the Big Secret. "We're on tape now. You can watch our first time whenever you like now." "No, stop," she said weakly, but she was meeting each thrust with her body. Moans were escaping her mouth against her will. She couldn't help but love my cock sliding in her pussy. "Come on, little s****r," I said, taking one hand off of her hip. "Cum for Billy. I know you want to." I placed my now free hand on her clit, pressing lightly as I fucked her fast and hard. "Oh, fuck Billy. Oh yes. Yes. Yes!" She was so close, and I stopped. She looked at me blankly. "What?" "Tell me what you want to do, sweetheart." I said, "come on, Ashley, what is it you want from Billy?." She struggled with herself, but I brushed my thumb across her clit and she moaned. "Finish me off, Billy." "Hmm." "Please, please God fuck me, Billy. Now, make me cum." It took nothing else than that and I was pounding her again, lightly brushing her clit until she came with amazing f***e, screaming and writhing. It was enough to put me over the edge. I pulled out quickly and she gasped as the white burst hit her brown face. But, to my surprise she stuck out her tongue and licked some. "You taste good, Billy," she murmured, looking me in the eye. "We may just have to do this again." I grinned. "That's a good little s****r." She got a little angry at me about the taping when she woke up but it didn't stop her from spreading her legs for me again after she watched our performance on playback. That morning she rode on top of me, with new sounds all captured on tape number two.