Vicky gasped as she watched her sister's body shudder and pulse and thrash. She wriggled her fingers inside the squeezing, oiled silk of Monica's cunt hole.
Her other hand shook and jiggled over her own pussy, and she gasped again and yanked her hand free just in time. She quivered on the brink of coming with Monica and used all her will to keep from having the waves of orgasm pulse through her hot body and ripple over her bald, shining twat.
"Vicky! Vicky!" Monica cried, her eyes shocking open. "Oh, God – did you hear what I said? God! I didn't mean it! You made me say it! Oh, damn you, you always made me say crazy things like that!"
"It wasn't crazy, Monica," Vicky said quickly, wriggling her fingers in her cunt again. "It's what you want. I know it. God, I saw it within an hour after I came here. You know you've never been able to hide anything from me, Monica."
"No-no, it's terrible! It's wrong! I don't want my son to fuck me! Vicky, I don't!"
Vicky looked at her sister. She smiled, sweetly and heatedly at the same time, in the way only she could do it.
"Then there's something wrong with you, Monica, because I'd sure want it if he were my son and my husband was to be gone for a whole month at a time."
Monica looked at her sister. Her mind fought with the idea. There was something just not right about wanting your son to fuck you. But Vicky, somehow, as always, made the wildest things sound right.
"Y-You would?"
"Ohhh, you bet," she moaned softly. "Look at my cunt right now. Look how wet and quivery it is, honey, and that's just from thinking about Bruce's big prick."
She stopped leaning over Monica and went onto her back again, spreading her legs wide, lifting her knees, moving her hand from her bald twat so that Monica could get a good look at it.
"You know what's the first thing I'd do, honey?"
"What?" Monica whispered, lifting up so she could gaze down on the shining, slippery-looking, hairless cunt.
"I'd shave my pussy, just like this. Doesn't it look exciting without all that hair covering it up? Doesn't it look all puffy and tender and so open?"
"Yes!" Monica gasped.
"Doesn't it look like something you'd want to put your face against and wallow in? Honey, look at the puffy lips. Think how soft they'd feel against your ups, against your nose and cheeks."
"Y-Yes," Monica gasped. Her heart pounded. She was going to do something wild and shameless again. She just knew she was.
"Then do it, Monica," Vicky said softly yet clearly.
Monica's breath sucked in. Her eyes flicked to her sister's. That was a mistake. That indefinable something was oozing from Vicky's gaze, filling her with terrible, heart-pounding heat.
"Vicky…"
"Pretend you're Bruce, honey. Make believe this is your sweet, bald cunt down here. It is, you know. It's just exactly like yours, in every way. We're identical, Monica. My cunt is your cunt. Come, darling – come closer and put your lips against the puffy, sweet petals."
"Vicky, I-I've never…"
"Is that the truth, Monica?"
"Yes! Have you?"
They looked at each other. It was another strange moment of absolute truth.
"Some," Vicky said. "Enough to know how. Do you want me to suck your pussy for you? Oh, that's a wonderful idea, Monica. You be Bruce, and I'll be you. You'll see how much he'll want to suck your shaved cunt when you suck mine, and I'll show you what it will feel like when he does it!"
"Ohhhh, Vicky! Vicky!" Monica gasped.
She trembled all over. She felt as if she didn't have any control over her emotions any more. The imagery Vicky made swell in her mind was unbearably shameful. Yet, she couldn't deny the intense excitement of it.
"Come, darling," Vicky said, reaching up gently, cupping the back of her sister's head. She drew Monica down.
She lifted her hips and settled round asscheeks on the bed. She opened her thighs more. She shifted her hips again and made her red, wet cunt mouth suck open.
Monica stared down at the silky opening. She ran her eyes up and down the pink, wet gap. She saw the thrusting, pulsing stretch of her sister's clit.
She imagined she was Bruce. She imagined what he would be feeling right now as he gazed into the oiled recesses of his mother's bald, shining cunt.
His cock had become hard just looking at her exposed tit. What would happen to his big, virginal prick when he looked at her shaved pussy like this? Her heart pounded. His would pound. His big prick would pound. It would become huge. It would pulse and throb. It would get bigger than Gil's. He'd want to fuck her and fuck her with it, and she.
"Oh-h-h, God!" she moaned quaveringly.
Her head seemed to swoop downward. Vicky didn't have to pull any more. Her hand left the back of Monica's head. She moved her hands to her crotch and used the tips of her fingers to pull the puffy, wet cuntlips aside.
Monica cried out and thrust her face into the watering maw of her sister's cunt.
She was Bruce. It was Bruce's face there. His lips on her wet cunt mouth. His tongue licking up and down the slippery gap, thrusting and fucking into the satiny, quivering hole.
He was doing it to her cunt, and he was loving it!
"Ahhhh, God…" Vicky groaned, shifting her hips again, opening her pussy wide to her sister's kissing lips and slithering tongue.
She released her cuntlips. The bloated petals puffed back into place and wrapped around Monica's pumping, slurping tongue. She lifted her hands to Monica's head and moaned again.
"That's the way, Brucie!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, Mom just loves that, darling! Ohhh, you have a wonderful tongue! God, fuck me with it, darling – fuck Mom with your strong, wet tongue!"
The words shot through Monica and made her mewl with squeaky sounds of passion. Flavor burst through her senses, a strange flavor, with hints of the way Gil's lips tasted after he'd sucked her cunt to get it wet enough for his big fat prick.
Present and past and fantasy mixed into one swirling, glowing ball in her mind and made sensation shoot and throb through her body. Her cunt tunnel churned and pulsed, and her sweet, hot honey flowed from the walls and seeped past her silken cuntal ring to coat her fluttering twat lips.
"Ohhhh, my God!" she gasped, lifting her head for a draft of air.
She looked at the slick, shining, bald tenderness of her sister's beautiful cunt and gasped again. The meat was soft and silky. It glistened with the fluids from her mouth and from inside the hot, squirming cunt tunnel.
The pinkness was as erotic as anything she'd experienced. The sweet slit between the bloated lips was like a teasing curtain, begging to be parted so that what was inside could be viewed and licked and sniffed and touched.
She moaned again and dropped her face into the soft, warm, wet vee of thighs and pussy and curving surfaces, and her tongue drilled deeply into the oiled haven and slithered around and around.
"Ahhhh! Ohhhh, darling! Eat my cunt! God!" Vicky cried, bucking and thrashing under Monica's face.
Monica was spurred by the words. There was a moment of realization that she wasn't Bruce, that Vicky wasn't herself, that she was licking and slurping at another girl's cunt.
But it didn't matter any more. She was aflame again. Besides, Vicky wasn't just any girl. Vicky was her twin sister. Vicky was nearly Monica, and sucking your own cunt was no worse than rubbing it with your fingers. It was just another form of masturbation, and Monica had masturbated thousands of times.
Vicky's hands slid down her back. They reached for the upthrust, round mounds of her asscheeks. Vicky palmed them and massaged them and pulled gently.
Monica shifted around on her knees, unwilling to stop sucking and licking, but yielding to the pressure. She felt the hands make her thighs part. Fingers darted toward her split cunt and dabbled in the wet, hairy flesh.
"Ohhhh, yes! Yes!" she cried.
"Lift your leg over my face, honey!" Vicky gasped. "Ohhh, hurry! I'm going to suck your pussy for you!"
"Vicky! Ohhh, Vicky…"
"Not Vicky, darling – I'm Bruce now. I'll be Bruce, and you be yourself, and I'll show you what it will feel like when you shave your sweet cunt and let him lick it and suck it!"
"Yes… ohhh, anything! Anything!" Monica moaned.
God, it was like old times again. Vicky always thought up exciting things. She'd always had such a wild imagination.
Monica lifted her leg over her sister's head. She felt her cuntlips split apart eagerly. Her tunnel squirmed and leaked, and she knew her pussy hair was drenched with slippery juice.
She pretended the hair wasn't there any more, that she'd shaved just the way Vicky had. She lifted her head slightly and looked down at the exciting, slick, bald cunt before her again, and pretending her own was just as sweet, just as glistening and hairless wasn't difficult at all.
Vicky's fingers parted the wet bush over her face, exposing the red, quivering cunt meat between the lips. She slid her hands up around the sides of Monica's hips and wrapped them around the tight globes of her ass.
She pulled down. She opened her mouth wide. She took the whole meat of her sister's cunt into her mouth and thrust her tongue into the wet, silky cavern of squirming pussy flesh.
"Eeeee!" Monica screamed tightly. "Ahhh, Vicky!"
"Bruce!" Vicky corrected quickly, thrusting her tongue back into the swimming hole. She pulled on the taut asscheeks and nearly smothered herself with succulent flesh and dripping hair.
"Eeee, Bruce!" Monica cried, her ass shaking wildly.
She dropped her face into the wetness of Vicky's cunt and ground her own down over the sucking, fucking mouth driving her into an absolute frenzy, not caring whose mouth it was.
Her tit ends rubbed against the soft satin of Vicky's stomach, and her nipples seemed ready to plow into it. The way her asscheeks were pulled apart made her asshole pulse and throb, and she remembered the way Gil had fucked his big cock into it last night.
She wished she had a cock in it now. She imagined Gil's there. Her asshole throbbed. She imagined Bruce's cock fucking up her ass, and her asshole churned and vibrated shuddering orgasm through her whole body again.
"Yaaaagh!" she yelled, bearing down against the fucking mouth surrounding her whole flapping cunt.
"Yes! Ohhh, yes, honey!" Vicky cried.
Vicky lifted her hips high. Her cunt tipped up and open even more, and her bald little mouth squeezed and sucked around Monica's tongue, drawing the wet organ deeper into her body.
Her clit thrust from the naked satin of her cleft and was sucked by soft lips and flipping tongue, and she exploded violently.
Slobbering, slurping sounds filled the room. Monica was dimly conscious of them. The sounds were terribly exciting. They were the sounds of bald, wet cunt and sucking mouth and spurting honey.
The orgasms went on and on. Vicky came twice, one right after the other. Monica could feel her doing it. There was a subtle change in the way her sweet cunt mouth squeezed and quavered silkily mound her embedded tongue.
That was the way she was going to come around Bruce's tongue – with her own shaven, slick, bald cunt.
"Ohhhh, Vicky – Vicky!" she gasped finally, her emotions spinning away. "I'm glad you came to visit. I'm glad we're together again. Sisters should be together – especially twin sisters. Shouldn't they, Vicky? Shouldn't they?"
"Yes, honey – yes. It's good. I'm glad I came too," Vicky sighed, her cunt still tipping up and down with the last tingles of her wild orgasm. "Ohhh, that was good, Monica. Very good. Did it remind you of the way it used to be, before we each went off and got married?"
"Yes," Monica said softly. She smiled and nested against her sister – like old times. "It's just as if nothing at all had changed between us. You still have that imagination of yours. You still like to play those sexy games."
"And you still like to play them with me when I think them up, don't you, honey?"
Monica looked at her sister. There was that mirror again, looking back. She gazed into her own eyes and saw the lust oozing from them. She shivered inside and knew that time had changed nothing.
"Yes," she whispered finally. "I like to play them."
Vicky smiled slowly and softly. She reached out and cupped her hand to the side of Monica's face. She let the fingers explore the line of jaw, the high arch of cheekbone, the soft fullness of red lips.
"I'm glad, Monica," she said, an edge of excitement to her soft whisper. "I've got lots of games to play. And it's so good to have someone to play them with again."
Monica looked at her. "What about the men – all the men you've always…"
Vicky looked away and sighed, a long, hollow sound. "Men… women… it doesn't matter. It's not enough, Monica. I tried to tell you. Since Stan… it's just not enough to fuck. There has to be caring. Stan cared. You care. Oh, God – I don't know how to explain it."
Monica looked away too. She didn't withdraw from her sister's embrace. She shivered slightly, because a thought was running through her mind, and she didn't know what to do with it.
Bruce cared. Even Gil would care…