Jacen and Jocelyn

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Hi. My name is Jacen. I graduated high school, and I’m almost set to go to college. To this day, I’ve never had a girlfriend, never had that much luck with the farer sex. That is, granted you don’t count my twin sister, Jocelyn. I remember coming to her roughly two years ago, asking for her advice on courting women. She was able to help me get a first date, but I was nervous as hell. I know kissing usually doesn’t happen on the first date, but I wasn’t about to take any chances. When I asked Jocelyn what to do about that, she suggested practicing.

That was when it happened; the first time I kissed my sister. It was supposed to be nothing more than her teaching me how to do it. But what we shared was so physically passionate, that before we even realized what was happening, both of our shirts were already off, and I was in the middle of unhooking her bra. We agreed that what we had began was wrong, but at the same time, neither of us wanted to stop.

Needless to say, we went the whole nine yards that night.
We’ve been sleeping together ever since…

Whenever we had important errands to run the following day, my sister and I usually went to bed around eleven pm, considering that neither of us were good with waking up early. But this night, we were merely sitting in our rooms, waiting for an hour to pass while our parents thought we were sound asleep (we still lived with our parents, considering how close they lived to our chosen college). When midnight finally came, I snuck across the hall to my sister’s room, softly closing the door. As soon as I turned to face her, she was already upon me, pressing her lips firmly to mine. It wasn’t long before her tongue had invaded my mouth as well.
“What took you so long, my love?” Jocelyn said in between kisses.
“Jocelyn, wait,” I said, gently breaking our kiss. “I wanna try something knew tonight.”
“What is it, Jacen?”

I had been building up to this for weeks. I thought I’d gained enough courage to finally say it, but now that I had started, I wasn’t sure if I could finish. After a pause that seemed to last for an eternity, I finally closed my eyes and blurted out, “Jocelyn, I’d like to wear your clothes.”
I kept my eyes closed, unable to look into my sister’s eyes, afraid that I’d just put an abrupt end to our affair. I hoped to God I hadn’t done that. She was everything to me. Sure, I loved her as a brother should, but I loved her like my girlfriend as well. I just couldn’t bear to lose that.

“Sure,” she finally said. “But I get to pick everything out,” she added slyly. I waited right where I stood while my sister walked to her dresser and began opening drawers and pulling out a few items. She had pulled out a pair of white, satin-lace panties and matching bra. But to my surprise, she also grabbed a six hook garter belt and thigh high white stockings with a five inch lace trimming at the top.
“Since when did you get those?” I asked her.
“Since I knew you’d want to wear them,” she replied. She continued to pull out a white mini slip, and finally, a white satin mini dress. I was long sleeve, turtleneck, and had a twenty-two inch zipper in the back. Finally she grabbed everything she had pulled out and handed the bunch to me. “You’ve got ten minutes to get it right.”
More than I needed. But she probably already had the fact figured out that I was a drag queen in my personal time. Hell, she’d probably seen me dressed without my knowledge.
Whatever.

I wasted no time in heading to the bathroom and stripping. But as I got dressed, I came across a problem I hadn’t had in a long time. The second I got those panties all the way up, I found that I had an immediate erection. Simply dressing hasn’t made me horny for years, but the fact that these were my own sister’s panties were seriously turning me on. It was a wonder that I was able to manage everything else without exploding prematurely.
When I returned to Jocelyn’s room, she was pleasantly surprised. “Wow,” she commented, keeping her eyes on my obvious bulge. “You’re really pretty.”
I could tell that she meant it. But I was surprised as well. For the first time since we’d been sleeping together, I really appreciated my sister’s own beauty. Her long, wavy black hair that always had a silky shine. Her glowing green eyes. Her sensual curves, her C cup breasts.
“So are you,” I finally replied.

Jocelyn took me by the hand and led me to her bed, slowly sitting me down. I continued to lay back and move myself up the bed, as my sister crawled over me, keeping her legs apart. Her lips finally reached mine, our tongues caressing one another. I wrapped my arms around her, moving my hands to her firm ass.
As our kiss become more and more passionate, Jocelyn began to lift the dress, as I started opening her jeans. I slid them down along with her panties, Jocelyn pulling mine down as well. She could tell I was far to horny to hold out much longer, and as soon as her jeans were off, she opened her legs again to slid herself down onto my fully erect cock.

She planned on riding me, I knew, but I was too horny for even that. I had to do the work to satisfy myself. I rolled us over roughly, letting her know that I was taking command. My lips never left hers as I thrust myself into her quickly and deeply. As I pushed again and again, she unzipped my dress and pulled them from my shoulders. That of course, restricted my arms, so I lifted them and let her removed them all the way.

The dress now around my waist (completely), I pushed into her as hard as I could. I knew it hurt her. I could tell when she began digging her nails into my back. But we had already revealed to one another how much each of us loved pain during sex. So I continued to push deeper and deeper. I don’t even remember pulling back before I released my load into her.
A few minutes later, I fell asleep atop of her. Neither of us were thinking about tomorrow morning, when our parents would come to wake us up…

…to be continued?

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