Justine and Alexis St. Claire, identical twin sisters and juniors, sat together in Stood together in Justine's dorm room. Though they were considerably attractive, with long, slender legs and long, wavy hair the color of rich chocolate, they tried not to play up their looks to a great extent after one too many wolf-whistles from perverts in town and calls for "twincest."
But in the privacy of a dorm room, the twins could relax. Both were interested in attending the dance, but neither of them knew how, and so they thought a Saturday alone would give them an opportunity to at least figure out the basics. They watched a few videos online, taking in the lessons and the demonstrations of coordinated footwork.
"This doesn't seem so complicated," Justine said. "Wanna give it a shot?"
Alexis nodded and stood up. "Sure. Want me to lead first?"
"Why not?" Justine stood and took her sister's hands.
"OK, so our feet are set like...this...?" Alexis looked down to check her position when her eyes caught sight of Justine's breasts. Sure, she was wearing a frumpy blouse, but she knew perfectly well what her twin looked like under the fabric.
"Uh, I think our feet are supposed to be, uh..." Justine's voice faded as her own attention was drawn to Alexis's chest.
"Well, I think we, we..." Alexis felt her fingers interlace with Justine's. The warmth of her twin's hands made her feel a warm, pleasant tingle. She looked Justine in her eyes. Her green eyes. Her clear, beautiful, emerald eyes. "I mean, the first step...is..."
Justine gasped, almost breathless as excitement overtook her. "We lock lips and make out!"
"Oooh, yeah!"
The twins hugged each other, identical busts mashing against each other through their blouses as identical lips kissed each other. Their tongues swapped mouths and danced with more grace and sensuality than the St. Claires had ever demonstrated on their feet. In perfect unison, they groped each other on the ass, and giggled like a pair of airheads before locking lips once more.
Off came the blouses and skirts, the bras and panties. In nothing but their knee socks, they groped, fondled, and caressed each other. Their intimate knowledge of their own bodies gave them perfect insight into knowing the best places to touch and to grope. Both felt so hot and so wet, their bodies aching with lust for their shared flesh as they fell to the bed.
"Oh, yes!" Justine cooed. "Alexis, you're so--"
"--sexy, I know! And you, Justine! You're such a--"
"--wanton slut! But only with you, my little minx of--"
"--mirrored perfection!" Alexis gasped. "Oh, yes!"
The sisters moaned and gasped, kissing each other all over as they rolled around together and got in position to scissor. "No boy could be this good!" Justine gasped.
"No girl could match us!" Alexis moaned.
The folds of their slits pressed against each other, and the twins began to grind their pelvises in synchronous delight. Twincest was the best! The two practically sang. "We're perfect for each other!"
"FOR ONLY $19.95..."
Justine and Alexis gasped and pulled their hands apart. The unexpected and unexpectedly loud video ad that began playing on Justine's computer drew them out of their shared fantasy. Blushing, Justine turned to her computer and closed the browser. "That--that was enough practice for now, I think!"
"Y-You're right," Alexis nodded. She fanned herself. "Uh, that...were you just thinking...?"
"Uh, no." Justine spoke, and then grew more emphatic. "No! And you?"
"O-Of course not! I'd never, I mean, it's it's just so...so gross."
"Disgusting!"
"Perverse!"
"Taboo!"
Yet the more the twins spoke up against their shared fantasy, the more they began to look at each other with a curious, hungering lust in their eyes.
"W-We can practice more later!" Justine said.
"Yes, of course." Alexis fought to collect herself. She couldn't tell her twin that her panties were all wet and sticky!
Not that she'd need to. She knew that Justine's were exactly the same.
Fri Jul 07 02:28:33 2017