The Twin Connection Ch. 01

When I was a senior in high school my father, who had been in construction his entire life fell off of an old scaffolding while working on a project; the board snapped below his feet and he went crashing through the platform and fell several stories. This accident was caused by the construction company he worked for attempting to "cut costs" where ever they could; unfortunately, it looked like my dad would never walk again.

Before the accident, my family may have been considered "lower middle class," we weren't exactly poor but we weren't living above our means. Take Dad's income out of the equation, followed up by medical bills, and a pending lawsuit, our social status fell quicker than he did off that scaffolding. After months and months of falling behind on our bills the conversation finally happened.

"We've got to move." I remember my dad telling my sister and I.

"Move where?" I asked him.

"Into a smaller place. An apartment." He told me. "You and your sister are going to have to share a room."

"Are you kidding me?!" We both shouted in unison.

And to make a long story short, he was indeed.. Not kidding.

We moved into a quiet suburban neighborhood right outside the city and into a tiny cramped apartment complex. Mom and Dad had a room on one side of the apartment and sure enough, sis and I were on the opposite end of the long hallway; the kitchen, living room, and bathroom divided each side of the apartment, separating the two rooms.

This living arrangement was not ideal to say the least and it ended up lasting long after my sister and I graduated high school. It wasn't until we turned 21 that we were able to have some sense of privacy.

My sister, Mandy and I were twins, not identical; born only minutes apart from the other. When we were younger we were almost inseparable; Mandy was my best friend and I was hers. Once we reached high school things began to shift and we started to grow apart, especially socially; I'd consider myself a late bloomer. It wasn't until the summer after graduation that I really started to come out of the peak of my brutal years of puberty. I was anti-social throughout high school, kept to myself, and generally tried to stay invisible. But once we graduated I began to find my own sense of style, started going to the gym, and really started to put on some mass.

Mandy however, was the complete opposite of me. She bloomed as early as ninth grade and she flourished socially; I still remember it like it was yesterday.. Just a few months before graduation, we were eighteen years old. She quietly came into our room late on Saturday night, around 3 AM; I was already happily asleep.

"I did it." She whispered from across the room.

I wiped the sleep from my eyes and asked, "Did.. What?"

"I had sex." She said. "I lost my virginity."

I laid silently in the dark; I wasn't sure how to respond. I felt inadequate, insecure, and socially inept. Mandy and I had a certain kind of "connection" with the other, almost telepathic; we'd done mostly everything together up until this moment and I was so embarrassed to still be a virgin. Of course she knew that I was but we had never really discussed our virginity or sex until this night; well, she discussed it. I pretended to fall back asleep as she continued to tell me details about the night and who she was with.

The next morning, all I could ask was:

"How was it?"

"Not great." Mandy laughed, "It kind of hurt actually."

Mandy continued to experiment when she could with the guy she lost her V-Card to, as I suffered alone through the final weeks of school; the summer couldn't come quick enough for me. As the weeks of summer progressed I really started to come into my own and with every weight I lifted it was if something inside of me was being awakened; I could feel the testosterone coursing through my veins with every heartbeat.. And it was being pumped directly into my cock.

My confidence grew along with every muscle in my body; truthfully I hadn't even been interested in girls much throughout high school but everything changed that night Mandy lost her virginity and it wasn't long after that I lost my own virginity.

"Guess what?" I asked Mandy.

"What?" She replied.

"I did it.. Too." I told her.

"No way!" She exclaimed. "Finally!"

"Finally?! What do you mean finally?" I asked.

"I was wondering if you were ever going to lose it!" She said, "I've been waiting for you to catch up."

I filled her in on the details and she congratulated me; she seemed genuinely happy that I finally got to have my first sexual experience and I was more than satisfied knowing that she and I were back on the same level mentally and spiritually. It was the first time in what felt like years that we had been back on that mind to mind connection that was so prevalent in our younger years.

However, as my sexual appetite grew so did Mandy's sexual desire and urges. As the months went by, the tension started to reach an all-time high just as my sex drive had; sharing a room with my twin sister had been a miserable situation in the past but now it seemed.. Borderline dangerous!

I didn't masturbate much until after I lost my virginity but now, it was like I couldn't stop; you can see where this may be complicated when you're sharing a room with your sister. In the past we were very meticulous about the way we lived and how we scheduled things; we'd wait until one of us was out and about or out in the living room before we'd take a shower. But with my newfound confidence I didn't really care if Mandy was in the room or not; I'd walk into the bedroom with my towel wrapped tight around my waist as if she wasn't there at all.

"Jesus Matty!" She yelled. "Give me a heads up or something next time."

"Oh, relax." I told her, "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

Besides, I wasn't even nude; my cock was completely covered by the towel although I did feel a slight twitch when I walked in and saw Mandy on her bed. The only thing she could see was the newly shaped abs that were bulging above my waistline; I'd walked around the house shirtless a million times before. What's the difference?

It wasn't until Mandy reciprocated my carefree attitude that I understood what the difference was.

Mandy burst through the bedroom door with a towel wrapped tightly around her chest just above her bosom; she completely ignored the fact that I was sitting on my bed with my face in my phone. My eyes were immediately drawn to her as she walked across the room to the closet; I tried my best to be discreet.

"Umm.. Okay." I said aloud, "Hi.."

With her back turned towards me, she continued to ignore my presence; she pulled tightly with both hands on the top knot of the towel and tightened it around the bust of her breasts. She carefully crouched down and reached into the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out a pair of white lace panties; she stood back up and stepped one foot into the underwear and the other followed behind it. She pulled them up high underneath the towel until they sat comfortably around her waist.

Next, she untied the knot on the towel and dropped it to the floor; the damp cloth trailed down the mountain-like curve of her body and I watched as it slid down every last inch of her hips and legs. Unlike myself, who was still just discovering what my body was capable of, Mandy had had hers for years... And she knew it. Mandy was naturally in shape; she wasn't "fit" as someone who lifted weights would be seen, she was more so "healthy." She stood several inches shorter than me, at 5'4 and weighed only about 135 lbs.. Her breasts were somewhere along the lines of a 36F size; her body was literally shaped like an hour glass.

"What the fuck!" I shouted as she dropped the towel. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"What does it look like?" She asked, "I'm getting dressed, close your eyes if it makes you uncomfortable."

I was uncomfortable to say the least; uncomfortable for the fact that I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She reached into the closet with her back still turned towards me and grabbed a white lace bra to match the panties she had slipped on over her round butt which was now being swallowed between the cheeks of her ass.

"Why are you getting dressed in front of me?" I asked, my cock was embarrassingly growing between my thighs.

Mandy looked over her shoulder and made direct eye contact with me and said:

"You've seen me in a swimsuit hundreds of times.. What's the difference, right?"

She smirked as she turned back to the closet and lifted one arm and slipped it through the strap of the bra; I could see the outline of her breast on the other side pop around and peek out at me as she slipped the other arm into the second strap.

"Okay, but you don't have to stare at me." She said, turning around to look at me.

I tried my best to keep my mouth shut but I couldn't.. I'd seen her in a bathing suit a hundred times before, like she said but this.. This was different. My eyes wandered up and down over and over again until her bright blue eyes caught my attention and I snapped out of it. My face flushed with blood and my cock was fully erect as I blushed and shoved my phone into my face to pretend I didn't just completely check my sister out from head to toe.

Mandy continued to get dressed and was soon on her way out for the night and as soon as she was gone, my mind began racing. I kept replaying the events in my head and couldn't get the image of her body out of my mind.. My twin sister! I could make out just about every inch of her body I'd never seen before.. Her nipples, which were pierced to my surprise poked through the small mesh lace of the white bra completely erect themselves; her vagina was covered by the small, stylish, and trimmed bush she had hiding beneath the lace panties. I could literally feel the pre-cum drip out of my cock and leak down the side of my leg as I envisioned that pretty pussy.

My God, what am I saying?!!

Needless to say, I whipped my rock hard cock out and stroked myself to orgasm in an attempt to wipe that urge and those thoughts from my mind.. I felt a wave of guilt rush over me as I wiped the cum from my abs but my cock never softened. In fact, I think masturbating only amplified the urge I felt towards Mandy! As the sun quickly set, I turned off all the lights in my room and attempted to fall asleep.

I must have tossed and turned at least one hundred times, my cock still solid. Every time I closed my eyes all I could see was my sister's shapely body; the girl I'd lost my virginity to was.. Less "womanly" I suppose. Not that she looked like a man, but she certainly didn't have the assets that Mandy had; in fact, no girl that I knew that was our age had the body type Mandy did.

I laid in bed until I heard the front door open; Mom and Dad were already fast asleep.. It had to be her. This was the first time I ever decided to use sharing a bedroom with my sister to my advantage; what I mean by that is, I was going to pretend to be asleep so I could watch her as she got ready for bed. I needed to be completely sure I saw what I saw, perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me and I was just projecting my irrational eighteen year old hormones onto her.

I heard the bedroom door quietly creak open; a small ray of light shined through the opening followed by tiny footsteps. Mandy closed the door behind her without latching it and tip toed over to the closet to grab the towel she'd left behind earlier; she headed back to the shower as quietly as she could trying not to wake me. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind her, I decided to go ahead and kick my boxer shorts off and tossed them into the floor. As I heard the water start to flow, my mind started to flow; I wondered where she'd been and who'd she'd been with, if she'd had sex with anyone or if she'd had anything to drink.

After about 20 minutes she entered the bedroom once again, just as quietly as the first time. I laid on my side with both eyes wide open looking across the room towards her bed which was directly across from mine; the towel was wrapped tightly around her curvaceous body as it was earlier in the day. The room was pitch black, only illuminated by the moon and streetlights that shined through the shades of our window; her body was silhouetted in darkness but I could still make out every single curve.

She stood by her bedside and checked her phone; the light from the screen brightened the entire room and lit up her entire face. My eyes dropped as they adjusted to the bright light but I didn't close them; I kept them glued on my sister who was undoubtedly blinded by the light. She tossed the phone down on the bed without locking it and dropped her towel just as she had before.. Only this time she was completely nude!

Her fair white skin shined brightly, illuminated by the phone screen which was slowly beginning to dim itself; her body was still moist from the shower and I felt like I could see the tiny water droplets trail down her lower back. My cock which was still hard from hours before this was throbbing beneath the sheets. She did a little dance as if she was celebrating a victory as she spun around and turned towards the closet; her ass bounced and her gigantic breasts swung back and forth as she picked out a black sports bra and a tiny black pair of booty shorts.

The light from the phone died out as she started to get dressed but I could still see the outline of her body as she slipped into the shorts; the newfound admiration I'd found for my sister was not just a part of some horny fantasy.. It was real and that partially terrified me. I could feel more pre-cum leaking down the side of my thigh as Mandy tucked herself into bed.

"Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it." I told myself over and over again as I laid there waiting for her to fall asleep. "Do not masturbate again. Just go to sleep." I told myself.

Although it took some time, that's exactly what I did; I fought the urge to make myself cum while thinking about my sister until I fell asleep. The last thing I heard before I fell into a deep sleep were birds chirping outside the window, so it had to be late.. Or early, depending on how you look at it.

The next morning, oddly enough I woke to the sound of the front door closing; I wiped the sleep from my eyes and sat up in bed and looked around the room, Mandy was nowhere to be found. I checked the time on my phone, 10 AM.. I fell backwards into my pillow and laid on my side looking over into Mandy's bed; I tried to envision her as she was last night while getting ready for bed, I tried to see her as innocently and vulnerable as she was and my cock started to grow once again.

I continued to lay there and fantasize as my eyes scanned the room.. Then I saw them. The tight black booty shorts Mandy had worn to bed.

"Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it." My mind began to echo just as it had the night before.

"Fuck it. Do it."

I was not able to control the testosterone fueled monster inside of me this time. I got so excited I practically fell face first off the bed and into the floor where the shorts laid; I grabbed them and held them in one hand, balling it into a fist to cherish the moment. I was holding the shorts at almost arm's length away from my face but I could already smell the sweet scent of her body wash.

I jumped up and rushed to the bedroom door and made sure to lock it; this wasn't something I could be caught doing. I jumped into Mandy's bed on the opposite side of the room and pulled one of the plastic shades down and scanned the parking lot; Mom's car was nowhere to be found she must have already left for work. More importantly, I couldn't see Mandy anywhere outside the apartment so I was certain I was alone.

I stayed in Mandy's bed as I started to toy with my already erect cock; I loosely ran my hand and fingers up the shaft almost as if to tickle myself. I ran it up and down until I got back to the base and gripped it tightly; with the booty shorts still firmly in my other hand, I shoved them into my face and placed the crotch on the tip of my nose. I blew all the air inside my lungs out and took a deep breath, inhaling as much as I possibly could. The shorts were still warm and even a little moist in the crotch as Mandy had just left not ten minutes prior; my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I smelled her womanhood.

I held my cock tightly at the base and squeezed it until it was throbbing and full of blood and then I pulled the skin up around the head, slowly stroking it; finally. I huge wad of pre-cum burst from the tip of my cock as if I was shooting a normal load; I got lost in the moment. My admiration for Mandy was escalating quickly and I couldn't control it. I envisioned her from last night, wearing these shorts waiting for me to fall asleep so she could rub her tight pink pussy until she climaxed, covering her mouth to hide the sounds she'd make as she came.

I got so lost in my fantasy that I must have blocked out the sound of the front door opening and closing. The knob on my bedroom door began to shake; that broke my concentration as I was wildly stroking myself at this point.

"What the hell, open the door Matt!" Mandy yelled just outside the bedroom door.

The excitement of sniffing my sister's night wear, the sound of her voice, and the thrill of almost being caught was too much for me to handle and within an instant I was shooting rope after rope of cum all over the place. The majority of it landed on my stomach and the rest around the ring of my hand that was holding my cock.

"Seriously, open up!" Mandy yelled as she pounded on the door.

I hopped out of her bed and into mine and dropped the shorts where I'd found them; I scooped my boxer shorts from the night before off the floor and wiped the cum from my stomach quickly as I dove under the covers. I crouched onto my knees at the foot of my bed and turned the lock on the door to unlock it and then immediately fell back onto my pillow with the sheets covering me and my hard cock; Mandy entered.

"What the fuck were you doing in here?" She asked.

"What?" I said, feigning to still be asleep. "I was sleeping, what do you mean?"

"Whatever." Mandy rolled her eyes as she walked over to the closet; she stopped in front of the shorts and looked down at them.

I was so sure I'd been caught.. But how? How could she know?

She stopped for only a brief second before pulling a light coat out of the closet.

"I'll probably be home late again tonight." She said, "Don't wait up.. And I'm sorry if I woke you last night."

"No, I didn't even hear you come in." I told her.

The day passed me by, slowly but surely. I tried watching something on netflix but couldn't focus, I tried to play my xbox.. Couldn't focus. I tried to find some girls on Tinder but none of them were satisfying enough. I had a hunger, a lust.. For my own twin sister. I considered telling my best friend what was happening but couldn't take that leap off the cliff into certified insanity; I'm sure he had a crush on Mandy, understandably so.. But her own brother? Good lord.

The night played out a lot like it had the night before; I eagerly waited in our dark bedroom for Mandy to return home, hoping to just catch a glimpse of her body again. Just as last night she snuck in, grabbed her clothes, and headed for the shower; I stripped down to the nude once again and waited for her to come back. My cock was already causing the sheets to stand straight up.

This time as Mandy entered the bedroom, I decided to hike my leg outside of the sheet and pulled it up as high as where my thigh connected to my hip; right in the crease of my crotch. My cock which was standing at attention was still tightly wrapped and covered by the sheet but I was hoping to grab her attention. As she closed the door behind her, I could hear her stumble over something in the floor.