I grew up looking in the mirror – my sister Katie was a dead-ringer for me. We were identical twins, physically, but always had very different personalities. Katie was outgoing, spirited and adventuresome. She was the cheerleader; I was the debater. I’d always been as shy as Katie was outgoing.
She dressed to really show off our figure; I dressed to hide mine. Not surprisingly, she’d started dating “officially” , but had been sneaking off with boys for nearly s before Mom let her “really” date. I hadn’t had a date yet. It didn’t really bother me – I didn’t think. At least I never let it show.
I knew what I was missing, or I thought I did. When she’d come home from dates, she’d tell me everything. “Kelly, you’ve got to try this,” she’d say, then start describing her latest adventure in great detail. She was always a wonderful story-teller; as she described it, I could almost feel her boyfriend’s tongue in “my” mouth, his hands caressing “my” breasts. As she grew older, and bolder, I began to feel her older – always older- boyfriend’s fingers and tongues in my pussy.
I’d shivver with the feelings – they seemed so exciting – but I was in no hurry. That kind of intimacy kind of scared me. Katie knew that, and made her stories as vivid as possible. We shared a room, and I’d sit cross-legged, facing her, playing with myself under the sheet as she told me about our latest date. It was almost real – more real, in some ways, than if I’d been on the dates (I would have been shy and fumbling, afraid and fumbling – but with her, I was sexy, adventurous and in control.
The night she came home and told me that we’d “done it” I was stunned – and so eager to hear all about it. Somehow I thought I’d never experience anything like that, but she made it come alive. I had my first real orgasm listening to Katie tell me about how she’d had her first one, with a boy’s hard prick deep inside of her. I was kind of envious, but so glad that she was doing it for both of us.
Sometime while she , she began dating this hunk, Kevin. He 8, a senior and gorgeous. I knew him – hell, I’d introduced him. Though he looked like a quarterback, he was a debater – like me. Or rather nothing like me – he dated, and when he met Kelly, they became a couple fast. She told me about every date – about the first time she gave a blow job (to Kevin) and how it tasted, how it felt to have him pulse his come into her mouth. I felt it, too … god, did I feel it.
It wasn’t surprising to Mom or me that Katie became engaged to Kevin – well, “engaged to be engaged” – but with a ring that was his grandmother’s, right before he graduated. He had planned to go to college far away, and Mom figured it would die down of it’s own accord. But he changed schools to one here in town. They were dead-serious; and, they had a better-than-ever sex life that Katie shared with me. In my mind and soul, as she talked, I felt his prick plunging into my pussy from above, below and behind.
I suddered with forbidden pleasure the first time he took Katie – and, in my mind, me – up the ass. It was so wild and exciting, I came before he did …
Of course, I knew him. From school, and from when they were hanging out and included me. But we were never really close. He was so head-over-heels in love with Katie – and she with him. God, it was hot to be around them, and I didn’t need her stories to share the feelings …
Then – God, it was a Tuesday – Katie slammed the car into a tree on the way to school. She was heading in for early cheerleading practice – it was still dark – but I sat up instantly, bolting out of bed, knowing something was horribly wrong. I felt her die – we really were connected. I was so upset Mom had to call the police, just in case. She was devastated by the news, but I knew. Suddenly, we had to reverse roles. She was so broke up, I had to handle the arrangements, including telling Kevin. He was heart-broken, too – so much in pain. But he held up, and helped me make the arrangements.
I don’t want to talk about them. But after the memorial service and the funeral, after the doctor had given Mom a shot and a bottle of pills, for later, I was alone. Kevin was alone.
He drove me home, and we went downstairs, to have a private moment of grief. We were united by our shared loss, and needed to spend time. We’d never been close, but suddenly I felt very close to him. Almost like I had with Katie. It was weird, but it helped.
All that time, I’d been holding my feelings in, getting by. He’d been holding it in, too. But now, alone together, we both began to experience the real feelings of grief, of loss. She was gone, buried. And only we two had felt like this about her.
I broke out crying, softly; he held me close, comforting me, and quiet tears and soft, shuddering sobs slipped past his guard. Then he began – not knowing where it would go. He began to kiss the tears off my cheeks. Then I leaned up and kissed his salty tears away. I rested my cheek on his, then turned to face him. And he kissed me.
It was soft, gentle, comforting, not romantic. We both needed comfort, and it seemed so natural. I turned my face and kissed back. It felt so natural. We held each other close, both shaking with grief, and with something else. I wasn’t even surprised (though I didn’t expect it), when I felt the tip of his tongue on my lips. Without a thought, I parted them, and his so-soft, so gentle tongue slipped inside my mouth, reaching for me, for comfort. I sucked on it gently, then slid my tongue into his mouth. My first kiss – my first french – with my sister’s fiance. But I didn’t even think abou that. It felt so natural, so familiar, so comforting.
We kissed for I don’t know how long – it wasn’t passionate, but it was comforting and erotic at the same time. Then I felt his hand slip slowly down my shoulder, to caress so gently my left breast, cupping my fullness and gently rubbing and stimulating my hardening nipple. No boy had ever done that to me, yet it felt so natural, so familiar. I sighed softly, then began to kiss him with a bit more energy, my hand rubbing his back more insistently. Of it’s own accord, my body arched toward him. As I did, I dropped my right hand from his shoulder, and let it rest lightly on his crotch – his prick was hardening, and I felt it grow under my soft touch. I’d never done that, but it felt so familiar – I felt the head swell in a way that I knew, as if I’d done this so many times. I squeezed, softly, and it was his turn to moan.
His hand slipped under my blouse, a couple of buttons magically undone. My bra clipped in front – Katie and I had the same size, and while we wore different styles of outer clothes, we’d always worn the same underware – it was so much easier. His supple fingers knew the clasp, and in moments, his warm, smooth hand was on my breast. More insistant, more powerful, caressing my soft breast and squeezing my eraser-hard nipple. Electric jolts flashed through me, from my breast to my pussy, then back to my hand, and I squeezed him back.
Our passion was rising – the grief finding it’s release in shared passion. Pulling my blouse open a bit more, he took my nipple between his lips while his now-free hand slid down my chest, under the hem of my skirt, and up to my pussy, and to my drenched bikini underware. This was no obstical, and I felt a remarkably familiar finger caress the folkds of my pussy, tweek my sensitive clit and slip deep inside my pussy. Keith had long, sensuous fingers, like a piano player, and he used them to play a very special song to my soul. God, I was in heaven, lost in swirling emotions. Like all the times that Katie had described to me, but more real – oh, so real.
I couldn’t stand it – I began fumbling with his belt and zipper, but my fingers took over – as if they were in familiar territory. His pants were open, his boxers pulled back, and I was stroking his trobbing prick. It was as hard as I’d imagined, as hard and as long. Bending down, I took it into my mouth. I licked it, sucked it deep, nibbled on the bulging head, then swallowed it deep down. I’d never dreamed I could do that – without gagging – but Katie had described it so well, it felt natural. He was so close that within moments, he was gushing down my throat – it felt, and tasted, just like I knew it would. Incredible.
Once I’d sucked him dry, I didn’t miss a beat. I tore my blouse off – popping buttons left and right, then wiggled out of my skirt and panties. As Kevin lay back, overwhelmed by his orgasm, I quickly, skillfully pulled off all his clothes. In moments, we were both naked. I was soaking, and he was still rock-hard.
I layed back on the couch, one leg on the floor and one hooked over the couch back – the way Katie liked it, she’d told me so many times – and pulled Kevin on top of me. Without any help, his cock found my silky, oiled opening, and he began to push. For the first time, I had a man’s penis inside of me. So new, but so natural.
It was heaven. There was no pain – horseback riding had taken care of my hyman years before – and somehow, it was new and exciting, yet so natural.
Kevin began to pump, harder and deeper. Tears were running down both of our faces, blending together on my cheeks – but it wasn’t from pain. It was love, and loss, and new-found love. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deep, then humped back, thrust for thrust – he was slamming into my clit and his balls were slapping into the crack just above my ass. Our pleasure built and built until, as one, we both exploded. Stars went off, my vision went red, yet we stayed locked together, and I wanted more. More.
Without words, we rolled over – Kevin still hard and deep inside me – and I began to bounce. Up and down, up and down, building from one orgasm to the next with a passion that was manic in its intensity. He bounced with me, forcing his hard prick deeper and deeper, slamming into the door to my womb. God, it was beyond words. As I bounced, my breasts bounced in synch – it was so damned exciting – and Kevin reached out, holding and kneeding them, pulling me down so he could suckle on one, then the other. It was so intense that I bounced right off him. I didn’t even think about it, but grabbed his slippery cock and slipped it right up my asshole.
That pain was also familiar, and so wickedly exciting. I squeezed hard, and in moments, Kevin exploded again – and me with him. By this time we were both covered in slick sweat, our lungs gasping for air and our hearts pounding. I collapsed on top of him, and felt his prick finally begin to deflate. Kevin wrapped his strong, loving arms around me, holding me close; then, when he slipped out, he rolled me over and used his tongue like a wash-cloth, cleaing my pussy and sucking all our mingled juices. I had a few gentle, loving after-shock orgasms … and in each other’s arms, we faded off to sleep.
The morning came, and I woke before Kevin. Part of me was going “Sweet Jesus, what have I done?” But a bigger part of me felt the rightness of it. The sharp edge of my grief at losing Katie was gone – in fact, I felt her presence, as if she was smiling down in a benediction, just like the angels they talk about in Church. Kevin looked at peace, too. He smiled so nicely, so sweetly, snoring so softly as I held his head on the pillow of my well-loved breasts.
When the sun shown through the basement window, Kevin stirred, then opened an eye and looked up at me, not moving his head off my breast, but gently stroking the other one.
“God, I love you so,” he said – and I froze, thinking he thought I was Katie, still alive. Oh God, I thought, what will I do, how will I tell him. But then he continued, “I love you, Kelly.” I was stunned and overjoyed.
We began talking – he told me he’d fallen hard for me, but I ws just not picking up the clues. When I introduced him to Katie, he tried to transfer his crush to my look-alike. That helped at first, he said; later, he began loving her, too. But he’d never lost his love for me. It was so strange. And I realized I’d always loved him, too – even before I introduced him to Katie. Then we found we had felt a connection – through Katie – to each other. That’s why her stories were so intense. When he was making love with her, he was making love with both of us – in his mind – and I felt that. Katie did, too – that’s why her always vivid stories got even more so.
We realized that we understood, but that nobody else would. So to the world, for the next six months, we were friends, drawn together by grief. Nobody understood why Kevin was suddenly taking overloads at college, working so hard. But I did.
After the school year was out – I was in college, too, at the same school – I got my own place (sophomores were allowed to). That made it easier, but we kept to ourselves. Nobody was surprised that I didn’t “date” – and people found their own reasons for allowing Kevin his time of alone-ness. Then slowly, carefully, we began to open our relationship, letting Mom know first (she’d known almost from the beginning, but let us have our privacy ), then others. And Kevin was able to graduate a year early – with a masters that guaranteed him a great job – and we made public our plans to marry when school was out.
I’m still in school, and Kevin’s doing great in his new job. And we just found out that we’re expecting a baby – a girl. We’ll call her Katie, of course – but we know Katie’s always been with us, smiling down on our love, and sharing in our lovemaking. It just keeps getting better …
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