It wasn't momentary. It went on and on, as Cindy held her on that highest peak of total satisfaction with her lips playing over her clitoris like strumming fingers on a guitar.
When the orgasm had barely subsided, Cindy struggled up and over Candy's body until their legs became two criss-crossed branches with their cunts at the apex.
"Now I'm going to fuck my, my little darling!" Cindy said.
"Ohhhhhhhh… yes, fuck me…yes, fuck me, fuck me!" Candy cried. "Cunt to cunt… cock-clit to cock-clit, fuck me! Mash your precious pussy against another just like it and rub… rub!"
Candy felt her twin's clitoris engage with her own. Sparks shot from her cunt to the taut tips of her breasts as the two nubs of female passion met and made instant love.
Below them, the lips of the two pussies seemed to clasp in a wet suction all their own. Their bodies moved in unison, riding each other's wealth of lust and passion.
Candy came again. She had never felt so overcome. Cindy came and still she went on to even greater heights. She took her sister's monumental breasts in her hands, placed one in her own mouth, and urged Candy herself to take the other.
As Cindy's hot mouth closed over the ripe nipple of her right tit, Candy sucked at her own left breast.
The pleasure was exquisite as they both sucked and exploded together in shattering orgasms that left them weak and floundering in the sweet, heady musk of perspiration and pussy juice that bathed both their bodies.
"God," Candy groaned, "sometimes I wish one of us had come out a boy so we could really do it to each other."
"Whew," Cindy said, running her tongue over her lips and what she could reach of her chin, "I'm pussy juice from one end to the other. Me for a bath."
"Me too," Candy said, and struggled to her feet.
"Meet you downstairs in an hour," Cindy said, as she scampered through the connecting door to her own room.
Candy lowered herself gratefully into the tub, her cunt a nest of warm passion even after the beautiful sucking her sister had just given it.
She closed her eyes and lay back feeling her large, ripe breasts float on the surface of the water.
CHAPTER SIX
Back in her own room, Cindy stood shaking. It was almost like a sexual hangover. She and her sister were just alike; they both couldn't get enough sex. It was just like some kind of strange disease; but a good disease.
Eating her sister had turned her juices on all over again. She didn't want to go back to the hairbrush and it would do little good to go back to Candy's room and repeat the same performance.
She decided to slide into bed and dream herself into a masturbation come. She had so turned her pussy on and tuned it to her mind over the years that she could come easily just thinking about sex and rubbing her thighs together over the nub of her clitoris.
Cindy opened a drawer and took out a nightgown. Then, thinking why bother, she folded it neatly and dropped it back in the drawer. Completely naked, she turned and padded barefoot across the thickly carpeted floor to her bed.
She pulled back the covers and slid beneath them. Then she changed her mind again and kicked them free of her body. She massaged one breast with her left hand and let her other hand float down to the furry patch between her spread thighs.
Slowly, gently she rubbed her fingers up and down her wet furrow as she closed her eyes and let sleep slip a cover over her mind. She saw a cock, and then a second cock. In half sleep she inserted a finger up her bunghole and imagined that it was one of the cocks entering her asshole. Her thumb became the other cock and it went easily up her cunt.
Then, fully asleep, she started to dream that she was being fucked. The face beyond the cocks was familiar. Then, she recognized it and smiled. It was the face of her new-found father.
In her bath, Candy had slipped to the very edge of sleep. She was brought back by the sound of slightly shuffling, bare feet on the bathroom tile.
Her eyes snapped open and she looked up. It was a man, or rather a boy, of about fifteen or sixteen. He wore a robe and looked directly at her floating breasts with a smile on his face and in his eyes.
"My God," Candy gasped and lowered her body in the water, hiding her nakedness beneath the bubbles.
"You're very beautiful," he said.
"Who… who are you?" Candy said, "and how did you get in here?"
"I suppose," he said, matter-of-factly, "that you would call me your brother. But actually we're probably going to be much closer than that. I'm Gilbert, and I just walked in."
He sat down on the edge of the tub and suddenly Candy saw the resemblance. He looked very much like Zachery, only with blond hair.
"What do you want?" Candy said, still afraid even though he seemed to be telling her the truth.
"Just to look at you… really. My brother and I watched you make love with your sister. It was very beautiful."
"You… you did?" Candy said, staring at him intently. Then she felt her body responding to his eyes; his strange stare. Then she knew why; they were the same bottomless, all-seeing eyes that she had already seen that day, the eyes that had already looked right through her.
They were Zachery's eyes.
"Raise up so I can see your tits," he told her. "They are truly beautiful breasts… almost exactly like my mother's."
Candy looked at his open mouth, saw his hands tremble, and couldn't mistake the avid look in his pale eyes. She straightened even more, bringing her shoulders back to let her breasts surge forward as much as possible.
"Beautiful breasts," he said. "They make my cock real hard. See?"
He opened his robe and a ten-inch cock popped to attention, the head of it almost hitting Candy's chin. She gasped at the size of such a tool on such a young, small-bodied boy.
Seeing his cock combined with the feeling she had already felt for Zachery to make her pussy tingle with a new need.
"Can I touch your tits?" he said.
"Yes," Candy said, trancelike, "touch my nipples and make them hard!"
His mouth began to close and his tongue slipped between his lips. He lifted his hand tentatively, as if he was approaching something almost too delicate to touch, and laid it against the pink tip of her left breast. He rubbed it and it began to stiffen immediately.
Then he did the same with the other breast. He was breathing hard, even perspiring a little. Suddenly he lunged with his open hand and roughly grasped the entire left globe of her tit.
"Gentle," Candy exclaimed, the pain bringing her out of her trance a little. "Be gentle."
"I'm sorry," he said, quickly releasing his hand. "It's just frustrating to look and touch such beauty and not be able to do anything… you know, like fuck."
"I haven't said that you couldn't fuck me, Gilbert," Candy said, the kinship of their naked bodies suddenly eroding all her previous fears of this strange boy.
"Oh, I know you didn't," he replied. "Father and Mother did. They said we can't fuck you girls yet."
Cindy felt the weight of a body sitting on the side of the bed. For a few moments, as she fought upward from the depths of sleep, she thought it was just part of the wild sex dream she was having.
But when the bed started rocking and bouncing beneath her she knew it was more than just the dream. She came further awake to the low moans and grunts of someone very close to her.
Her urge to ignore the noise that had awakened her and return to sleep was overwhelming, and she probably would have drifted off again if she hadn't realized the sexual burning her fingers had caused in her pussy.
She was soaking wet between her legs and hotter than she had been before lying down.