My Twin Sister Novels & Stories

Set in a free use world, Twin sisters wake up there brother. Enjoy. ****** I awoke to the pleasurable sensation of my two sisters sucking on my balls. Amy and Chloe were twins in the middle of a sisterly competition, as their tongues worked their way over my ball sack, they both had a hand on my dick and attempted to jerk me off. When it came down to it though, I knew that if I let myself fall asleep again then they would keep at this till morning.

I don't want to be constant reminding about my woman escapades. "Oh so my annoying and play boy brother I am here! And please dad is right! Please tune down your man whore life and stopped being an asshole! I don't know what women sees in you anyway your ugly and annoying!" That's for sure the voice of my other half. I mean my twin sister Gabriella. My twin is a exact carbon copy of mine but we're different in hair color, mine is black while she's blonde! And speaking of twin only physically appearance we are exact in every aspect we are different.

Rosalia Twin? Twin? Fucking Twin? I have a Twin sister? Why the hell is my life so complicated?! Just a few hours ago, I learnt I have an older brother, now I have a twin too? Slowly digesting that bombshell of information, I asked him "I have a Twin?" "Yes, you do.Your twin sister is Chester's pawn and had always antagonise you" His hand tightened further on my waist. Why would my twin hate me? Weren't twins supposed to be each other's soulmates or whatever people say?

To me it's just a good way to see some tits, ass and pussy on a regular basis. My sister and I are twins. We get along great, not like some brothers and sisters. Our dad is in the Navy and we've never lived anywhere long enough to develop close friendships with other kids, so we've become each other's best friend by default. We're both pretty smart and have tested in the top percentile of our classes academically. We do just about everything together. We go to the movies, hang out at the mall, sometimes we even double date. I also think we have a special connection because we're twins.

To me it's just a good way to see some tits, ass and pussy on a regular basis. My sister and I are twins. We get along great, not like some brothers and sisters. Our dad is in the Navy and we've never lived anywhere long enough to develop close friendships with other kids, so we've become each other's best friend by default. We're both pretty smart and have tested in the top percentile of our classes academically. We do just about everything together. We go to the movies, hang out at the mall, sometimes we even double date. I also think we have a special connection because we're twins.

May 1st 2001: Dear Diary, Athena, Athena, Athena. It's always about her. Athena your so quiet. Athena wow you are such a talented surfer. Athena Athena Athena. I'm tired of hearing my twin sisters name. We could look the same but we are nothing alike.

Before I could even breathe to scream, the shadow past my garden gate lunged out at me. It wasn’t a knife that tore into my chest it was the sudden, sickening realization that my identical twin sister was back, and she was here to dismantle my entire life. Looking back, I had exactly twenty-four months of absolute safety before my marriage turned into a psychological war zone. Before the nightmare officially started, my world was beautifully, deceptively quiet.

She pushed it toward me, but I didn't take it yet. "Tell me," I said. "Did I really have a twin sister?" The woman glanced around the tavern nervously, then leaned closer to me. "Yes," she whispered. "You did. I remember it clearly because..." She paused as if choosing her words carefully. "Because you two could not be separated when you were babies." My heart started beating faster. "What do you mean?" "I mean every time we tried to put you in different cribs or different rooms, you both would cry until we brought you back together. It was as if you knew you needed each other in this cruel world."

But nothing prepared me for what happened that night. It was a Friday, rainy outside, the kind where you just wanna curl up. My twin sister Ava was home too we're identical, same hair, same eyes, same everything, but she's a bit wilder than me. She had this breakup recently and was crashing on my couch. Jake texted he was coming over after work, and I was already excited thinking about jumping him the second he walked in.

Sierra says, opening the door to my room. Twin talk was what my sister and I referred to as our nighttime chats when we were kids. Sierra and I used to share a room until we were twelve. We did not want to share a room anymore, but when we hit puberty our parents told us that we had to have our own rooms. If we had something on our minds and needed to talk about it without being teased or judged or scared the other one was going to tell mom or dad, we'd have a twin talk. Kinda like crying uncle, mercy, or no joy. It means we're serious and something's up.