by Marie LeClare
This week’s story is by our resident erotic goddess, Marie LeClare
I wish I could remember which of us was the first to initiate our little games. It could’ve been either of us as we were both promiscuous, even as toddlers. We’d bathe together in the big bath tub and it seemed only natural to explore each other’s little vaginas, or “muffins” as we called them, seeing how far our fingers would go in. Do all twin girls do that, I wonder? At first, it was just curiosity. We did it because we instinctively knew it was naughty though Mum had never expressly forbidden it. Naughty was fun.
We had to be careful in case Mum came in the bathroom, but we soon learned that our bath time was a break for her, a time of respite from taking care of two rambunctious little devils who were forever up to some kind of mischief, so she never barged in and caught us. It wasn’t even really what you’d call sex; we were too young to have physical sexual responses, not right at the beginning, but as time went by, things changed.
Blaze began asking me to finger her every single bath time and of course I did. We were about six or seven, I think. “It feels nice in a funny sort of way,” she said. “Yeah, I know. Now you do it to me. ” After that we didn’t restrict ourselves to bath time, we did it in the big double bed that we shared, lifting each other’s nighties and pushing our hands down the front of each other’s knickers.
As time went by, we did it more and more often and stopped wearing knickers in bed. They just got in the way. We even did it in public. One Sunday morning, we climbed to the top of the tower of the village church and leaned out over the crenellated parapet, looking down at the people arriving for the service. From the ground, we could only be seen from the waist up, so Blaze stood behind me, pulled my dress up round my waist and my knickers down to my knees, and reached her arms round to finger me, two in my muffin and one probing my bum hole.
It was the naughtiest thing we’d ever done. “This is awesome!” I whispered. “It feels amazing! Don’t stop!” But she did. She giggled as she sucked on the fingers that’d been in my muffin. “Do it to me, Jet,” she demanded, taking my place at the parapet, leaning forward and staring down. I dropped to my knees behind her and she lifted her dress to let me pull her knickers right down to her ankles, and I reached between her legs and fingered her muffin.
It was just as wet amine. Feeling bold, I pressed my face against her cheeks and managed to touch the tip of my tongue to her bum hole. I felt her shiver with delight. “Hello everyone!” she called, knowing her voice would be lost in the brisk breeze. “Jet’s fingering my muffin and licking my bum!” I was my turn to giggle.
“Wouldn’t you all like to be up here with us?” Then she did something even bolder.
She kicked her knickers off her ankles and spreader feet. “Watch out, Jet,” she said and I leaned back just in time to avoid the stream of pee that shot from her muffin.
“I’m peeing, folks!” she called down.
“I nearly peed on my sister! I don’t think she’d mind if I did. “”I would mind!” I retorted, sounding more outraged than I felt.
“I’d have to walk home in pee soaked dress and I’d be in trouble. “”We’d be in trouble,” she said to me, “because I’d let you pee on me, too. “We switched roles, me leaning over the parapet, peeing as the congregation streamed from the church, unaware of the excitement unfolding over their heads. We were still there at the end of the service, fingering each other and waving happily at the worshipers. We’d dare each other to do naughty stuff and neither of us ever chickened out.
On another occasion, we were at the village open air swimming pool and I dared her to run all the way round the edge with nothing on. “Okay,” she said, “but we have to do it together. ” In the changing cubicle, we took our bikinis off, then steeled ourselves. “Go!” I called and we streaked out and sped all the way round the pool and back to our starting point.
Everyone stared at us, but nobody had the presence of mind to stop us. We threw our clothes on and ran home as fast as we could, laughing and giggling all the way. “Now that was fun,” she said. I agreed with her. Two days later, Mum heard about our escapade and lectured us on the dangers of public nudity. “People will think you’re a pair of dirty little show-offs,” she admonished, trying to suppress a grin.
“So no television for you tonight. Go to your room. ” Not much of a punishment.
We took a shower together, lovingly washing each other’s muffins, then went to bed, sans knickers and fingered each other until we fell asleep. On another occasion, at the beach, we got changed right there in front of several families, carelessly stripping naked before pulling our bikinis on and racing into the surf. When we came out, I lay on my back on the sand and Blaze sat on my hips, facing me.
“I’m gonna pee,” she whispered and I just smiled, letting her know I didn’t mind.
Her pee felt deliciously hot as it seeped through her bikini bottom and spread over my tummy and thighs and I told her I liked it. She rolled off me on to her back and I straddled her, emptying my full bladder, then we both ran into the sea again and rinsed off. Back on the beach, we reversed our earlier striptease, taking our bikinis off and slowly pulling our knickers up as several unattached men gazed at us. I tingled with secret delight.
Then we donned our dresses and ran back to where Mum waited in the car. “Did you have fun?” she asked, looking up from the book she was reading. “Oh, yes, we did!” I asserted, “Didn’t we, Blaze? ‘Absolutely!” she agreed. On another occasion, we were out in one of the many woods that surrounded the village when Blaze said, “I need to . . . “”Pee,” I said. We often finished each other’s sentences.
“Me, too. “”There’s no one around. “”Let’s make it naughty,” I said. “Pee through our knickers,” she said, reading my thoughts.
“We can squat down and pee or just stand and do it. ” She lifted her dress, spread her feet and let me watch as her pale blue knickers darkened with pee until they became saturated and let a stream fall straight down between her legs. When she finished, I reached out and gave her knickers a squish, then licked my hand.
Then I lifted my own dress and peed for her through my pink ones, which she squished. It was a deliciously intimate moment. I didn’t mind walking the rest of the way home with wet knickers. It was reminder of how naughty we’d been. We had a computer at home. Mum had put parental controls on it so we couldn’t access porn, but several kids at school had laptops on which they could watch whatever they wanted and from time to time, they’d let us watch something quite inappropriate for ten year old twins.
We were a bit grossed out at first, but it wouldn’t have been cool to admit it, then one day we chanced on a book in the library, a sex education manual for seven to ten year olds and we took it out and devoured it, reading by the light of a torch under the bedclothes after Mum had gone to bed, so that now the shock of seeing pictures of huge cocks penetrating hot wet muffins became less disturbing. But what we liked best was looking at girl-on-girl sex.
It seemed much more tender and loving than “straight” sex.
Those opportunities to surf porn were few and far between, and as we were forever begging our friends to find lesbian web sites for us, we began to get a reputation as gay girls.
We shrugged it off, calling our tormentors homophobes, a word we’d learned from that excellent book. One day, a girl who was in the class above us said, “Hey, come and have look at this.” We sat beside her as she opened her laptop and started video in which a naked woman was peeing on the face of another, who not only smiled, but opened her mouth until it was full of pee, which takes quite a time, let me tell you, then swallowed it. “OH, my God!” Blaze breathed.
“She drank it! She swallowed all of it! Awesome!” Then, on the screen, the women reversed roles and another stream of pee was eagerly consumed. “I wonder what it tastes like?” I asked.
No one was about to tell me. Who was going to admit that they drank pee? That evening, in the shower, Blaze peed on her hand and licked it. “Not bad,” she said.
“A bit like beer. ” (Some time ago we’d sneaked a bottle of lager when Mum had thrown a party, and taken it upstairs to drink, so we had an idea of what beer was like.)”Beer’s okay,” I said, “not my first choice, but they say it’s an acquired taste. ” I put my hand between her legs.
“Any left?” She squeezed out small trickle and I licked my palm.
Blaze was right, it didn’t taste yucky, merely reminding me of wheat and mushrooms and the smell of warm compost. “Let me taste yours. ” She cupped her palm between my legs and I let go. She raised her hand to her lips and slurped the little pool of pee. “Mm, just as good as my own. Come on let’s go to bed and have some real fun. ” We were now almost eleven, and our “naughtiness” was evolving to actual excitement.
Blaze’s fingers in my muffin made my whole tummy feel wonderful and I knew she felt the same. Furthermore, having discovered that the taste of pee was not repulsive, there was nothing to deter me from kissing Blaze’s muffin, a naughty thought that had been in my head for someday, so one night in bed I came right out and asked Blaze if I could kiss it. “I wondered when you’d ask,” she said.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss yours for weeks now. “”You should’ve said something. “”I didn’t want to frighten you off. “”You can do anything you like to me,” I assured her, “you know that. “”Anything?” she asked, archly. “Anything!” I affirmed, my heart racing. “In that case. . . ” She threw the bedclothes off and pulled my nightie up until it was bunched high on my chest.
She pushed my legs apart and knelt between them, gazing at my naked torso. Clearly, we were no strangers to each other’s bodies, but she’d never looked at me with such intensity before. Her gaze ran up and down me, drinking it the sight of me lying so vulnerably, until it came to rest on my muffin. Slowly, she leaned in until her face was an inch or so above it, then pushed out her tongue and ran it up my slit. “Mm mm,” I hummed, feeling a delicious tingle in my tummy.
The she pressed her lips firmly to my treasure, and pushed her tongue into me. From that moment to this, I’ve always wished that our tongues were longer. They promise so much, but just can’t reach far enough to satisfy a girl, but I’d never felt anything like this before. Suddenly my whole body came alight, waves of pleasure running through me and I put my hands on the back of her head and pulled her into me.
This was ten times better than just letting her put her finger in me. She was showing me how much she loved me, doing it in the most intimate way imaginable. Just as I thought that this was the best thing that had ever happened to me, she withdrew her tongue and dragged it up to the top of my slit to where that little bump waited former.
She played with it, tickling it with the tip of her tongue, running circles around it and I heard myself crying out. “Blaze! Oh, Blaze, I love you so much! Don’t stop! This is so . . . ” Iran out of words and just lay there, gasping, groaning, my hips thrusting up to meet her and the waves that were running through me became gigantic rollers, ever bigger until the final huge one broke into a foaming cascade of lust that swept me away to heaven.
At the same time, my bladder let gonad a small squirt of pee shot from me. I floated back to earth and opened my eyes to look down at my darling sister, whose big eyes, gazing up at me, were filled with adoration. Her whole face was wet. “I made you cum, didn’t I? ‘Oh, my God, Blaze! It was incredible. I’ve never felt anything like it before.
I’m sorry I peed on you, I couldn’t help myself. “”That’s okay, Jet, I don’t mind a bit, but it’s strange, `cause it doesn’t really taste like pee. ” She wiped her face on the sheet. “I Wanna do it to you,” I said.
“I Wanna make you cum, too. “She smiled and crawled up beside me, then leaned over me and kissed me on the lips.
We’d kissed before, just friendly pecks but this was a real kiss, her mouth open, her tongue pressing between my lips, her wide open eyes staring into mine. I pushed back with my own tongue, and they fought like two little puppies. Then she rolled on to her back and spread her legs, pulling her knees up to her chest. I scrambled into position and she put her feet on my shoulders.
I gazed at her sweet little muffin and her puckered rosebud which I gave a quick lick, then kissed her muffin and did to her exactly what she’d done to me. I felt her shivering with excitement and heard her gasp and groan as her orgasm built and then she grabbed my head, lunged her hips upwards and cried out. I clamped my lips over her muffin just as a squirt of fluid shot into my mouth and it tasted nothing like her pee.
I’d done it! I’d made my darling sister cum! I felt admixture of intense love and pride. I sat up and waited for her to recover. She looked so happy lying there as slid up the bed, put my arms round her and rolled her on top of me. “It was good, wasn’t it?” I murmured in her ear. She kissed my cheek. “Even better than I hoped it’d be.
I love you so much, Jet. I peed myself, too. ‘Did you drink it?”
“Yes, I swallowed it, but you were right, it’s not like pee. It has to be something else.” We kissed again, a long, loving moment of deep affection.
he next day, we went back to the library, found our sex book and looked through it to see what we’d missed.
It didn’t mention anything about bladders letting go during orgasm, so we put the book back on the shelf and tried Wikipedia.
“Female orgasm” merely told us what we’d already experienced.
“Vaginal secretions” described how we got wet when aroused; nothing new there.
Finally we tried “Female ejaculation” and hit the nail on the head. It turned out that we were “squinters”, to use the common term. We were a rarity, though it didn’t say how rare. Many squirters mistakenly believed, as we had, that they lost control of their bladders, but what little scientific research had been done proved that the fluid was not urine. It was chemically totally different.
We hadn’t peed on each other. “We’re special,” Blaze said smugly as we logged off the library’s computer. “This is gonna be much more fun that just peeing on each other,” I said. Now, in bed at night, we practiced cunnilingus until we became experts, sensing exactly when to cover each other’s muffins with our lips to catch the precious love nectar that gushed out.
This had the added advantage that the bed didn’t get wet. As the weeks went by, our squirts became bigger, growing to at least half a cupful. I can’t describe the taste as it’s nothing like anything else.
“Earthy” is about as close as I can get. Our peeing games didn’t stop.
We still had fun peeing on each other in the bath or the shower. It was a way of being intimate, each allowing the other to “humiliate” her, so show our love. I liked having her pee on tom muffin as I lay on my back in the tub, my hips lifted above the waterline, and she liked to have me pee on her body. We noticed that our nipples where growing larger and knew that soon our boobs would start swelling and pubic hair would appear.
We resolved that we’d shave it off. Best of all was sitting or squatting as the other stood above and peed down on our faces. We drank lots of pee, just to show how much we adored each other and what lengths we’d go to, to demonstrate that. We came to enjoy the taste and more research into Wikipedia revealed that if we drank acidic stuff like cranberry juice, our pee would taste much milder. And so it proved. Then, Aunt Jane came to visit. Mum had to go into hospital up in London.
She was pretty vague about her medical condition, mumbling something about “female problems”. She never liked to talk about anything to do with sex, which was why the book had come in so handy, and possibly why we liked to be so naughty. Aunt Jane was recruited to come and take care of us. We were at school on that first day when Aunt Jane took Mum to the hospital up in London and immediately drove back to pick us up. We hadn’t seen her for a couple of years.
She — “Just call me Jane” – was different. For start, she was much younger then Mum, in her mid-twenties, with short hair and a skinny frame. It wasn’t until we arrived home and got out of the car that we appreciated how, well, “sexy” she really was. Younger than Mum by several years, she was petite, with a slender figure and tiny tits. But her most startling aspect was the dress she wore, a sleeveless sun dress of some flimsy flowered material that was so translucent we could clearly see her bright turquoise knickers through it.
She walked ahead of us up the garden path to our cottage, and we carried her bags. “We like your dress,” said Blaze. “We can see your knickers,” I added. She ran her hands over her bum, smoothing the sheer material over her cheeks, rendering them even more visible, then turned and smiled at us. “That’s the whole idea. I love showing off my knickers.
Don’t you? ‘We’ve never thought about it,” Blaze said. “But now I think we will,” I said, “show them, I mean. “”There’s my girls,” she said, opening the front door. We carried her bags up to Mum’s room and I took clean sheets from the closet and started remaking the bed. She sat on the chair in front of the dressing table, her legs carelessly splayed, smiling as we stared at her.
“Let’s see your knickers then,” she said and we both obediently lifted our skirts as high as we could.
This was nice and naughty, almost as nice as our pee pregame. “You should wear see-through knickers,” Blaze said. We’d seen pictures on the internet of samples that hid absolutely nothing. “So you can see my cunt?” Jane said. So, she used four letter words; we liked that, feeling that it was a grown up thing. “Your muffin?” I queried. She laughed. “What a lovely name.
But you’re big girls now, you should call it your cunt.” So now it was okay to talk dirty with Jane. Wow, this was getting interesting. “Yeah,” said Blaze, so we could see it. “”If you Wanna see it, then here we go,” Jane said, lifting her hips and sliding her knickers off. She leaned back, spreading her thighs even wider and let us stare at her.
“Come closer. Kneel down and get a nice close up look. It’s probably different from yours. ” It was.
There were big brown floppy outer lips and pink inner ones and an arch at the top guarding her huge clit, way bigger than ours. With her fingers, she spread her cunt wide open to reveal her pink cavern, glistening with moisture.
“Now, girls, let me see yours. “We leapt to our feet, lifted our skirts, pulled our knickers down and stepped out of them. “Oh, my God! Your cunts are adorable!” We stood, letting her drink her fill of the sight of two eleven year olds proudly showing off their bald mounds, dissected by vertical slits.
“Let’s all get naked!” She stood and shrugged her dress off, revealing her micro tits, small and firm but with big pointed nipples.
We took our tops and skirts off. “I like being naked with other girls,” Jane said.
“I wonder if you guys appreciate how beautiful you both are. “”We do,” Blaze said.
“Jet’s so sexy. “”Not as sexy as you, Blaze,” I countered. “So what do you girls do together, like in the `naughty’ sense? ‘OH, this was perfect! It was playing out better than we could possibly have anticipated. “That’s a secret,” Blaze said, archly. “You’ll have to earn our trust before we tell you,” I added, “but we can be very naughty. ”
At bedtime she accompanied us upstairs and came into our room. She sat on our bed and watched us again as we undressed for our shower. “Oh, my God, I can’t get over how adorable you are!” she gushed.
“Did your mum tell you that I’m a lesbian? ‘She mentioned something about that years ago, but never went into any detail,” we told her. “Yes, I love young girls and I hate men. Oh, I could eat you both with spoon. ” We grinned. We both knew that “eating” could have more than one meaning.
We let her look at us, in no hurry to go into the bathroom. “Fucking gorgeous!” she murmured to herself. “Okay, we’re gonna go shower now,” I said. “You shower together? Oh, how delicious! Can I shower with you?” Blaze and I looked at each other, eyebrows raised.
It might be interesting, I thought, knowing she felt the same way.
“You’re not worried I might do something naughty, are you? ‘I knew exactly what Blaze was going to say and sure enough, she did. “We’re worried that you might not,” she said with a mischievous grin. Smiling, I nodded my agreement.
Jane laughed, and slipped her dress off. She hadn’t been wearing any knickers all evening. We led her into the bathroom, stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain closed.
There was just enough room for three. I turned the water on and adjusted the temperature. “Do you guys soap each other?” she asked. “Of course,” said Blaze. “All over? ‘Every little bit,” I confirmed. “Can I soap you? ‘On one condition,” said Blaze.
“That you let us soap you. ” Jane’s face lit up. “Who’s first? ‘Me!” we chorused. “I’m gonna do you first, Jet, then Blaze. ” She took the bar of soap and lathered my back and my bum cheeks, then knelt down and did my legs and thighs, then spun me round and did my arms, chest and tummy.
“You said ‘every little bit’? ‘Every little bit,” I repeated, parting my feet.
Her hand went down between my legs and for a second I worried that Blaze would be jealous but then the excitement on her face told me that it was okay to enjoy Jane’s touch. It was just as thrilling as when Blaze did it, all the more exciting because my sister was watching intently, licking her lips. Jane’s finger went deep inside me. There was no pain.
Blaze and I had deflowered each other way back in the past. Jane rotated her hand palm up and curled he finger. Something inside me exploded and I had a mini orgasm right there. “Oh, you sexy little angel!” she breathed.
“You like this, don’t you? ‘I love it,” I managed to croak.
“Put two fingers in. ” She obliged, making me feel nicely filled up. “We’ve got to get your cunt nice and clean,” she said. “So that it tastes nice,” Blaze offered. Jane’s eyebrows shot up. “So you guys . . . “”Lick each other, yeah,” said Blaze, boldly. “And you’re so young. You haven’t even reached puberty and you do what we big girls do. Wow! I’m impressed.”
“Time for you to wash my cunt,” said Blaze and instantly, Jane’s hand went from my cunt to my sister’s.
I now understood why Blaze hadn’t been jealous. Watching her being finger fucked by our aunt was deliciously naughty; no, better than that — utterly thrilling. I took the bar of soap, lathered up my hand and ran it between Jane’s thighs. She let out contented sigh. I pressed her big floppy lips apart and pushed two fingers into her. “Oh, Jesus! Yes, fuck me, Jet! Finger fuck my hungry cunt! That feels sucking good!” We stood there, enjoying each other for half a minute or so, then Blaze pushed my hand away and inserted her own fingers into Jane. “You girls like this, don’t you?” Jane said. “We love it,” I asserted.
“We do it to each other every night in bed. “”Can I sleep in your bed then, with you guys? ‘YES!” we cried in unison. “First, you got to wash my tits. ” We stood either side of her and each took breast, lathering it all over, squeezing it, pinching the nipple and rolling it between our fingers, techniques we’d learned from the internet. Jane leaned back against the tiles, her eyes closed and we heard her breath quicken until she let out a loud gasp.
Her knees sagged. “You made me cum!” she said, her voice hoarse with lust.
“You sweet littlies kittens, I’m falling in love with you both. ” I looked over to Blaze and saw the pride in her face. We stepped out of the shower and toweled off and as Jane preceded us back to the bedroom, Blaze whispered to me, “Wait `tile she finds out we’re squinters. “In the bedroom, we asked Jane to lie on her back.
“Blaze and I are going to sit on your face,” I said and the face in question lit up. “We’re gonna take turns,” said Blaze.
“We think you’re gonna like it. “”I’m gonna LOVE it! ‘You go first,” I said to Blaze and she straddled Jane’s head, facing her feet.
I could hear muffled sighs emanating from beneath her bum. “Oh, Jet, She’s sticking he tongue in me! It feels awesome. Oh, now she’s. . . do that again, Jane. Pooh! ‘What’s she doing now?” I ask. “I’ll show you later, but it’s unbelievable! I’m gonna cum soon. ” I was tempted to go down on Jane’s pussy but I wanted to see her reaction when Blaze came. I knelt beside her and contented myself with fondling her breasts.
Soon Blaze began gasping and I could see in her face that she was close to the edge.
Then . . . “Amah! Oh, fuck, I’m cumming! Pheeeeew! Mmmmm! Yes! Yes!” I looked down between her thighs and saw liquid running down Jane’s cheeks. Blaze lifted her body and the last trickle of her squirt shot into Jane’s open mouth.
As Blaze rolled off to one side, Jane opened her eyes and a huge smile broke out on her face. “Oh, my God!” she cried, delighted.
“I thought you were peeing until I tasted it.
You’re a squirter! I’ve wanted to eat a squirter all my life, but never met one. I love being peed on but this was ten times better, Blaze. The taste is amazing! Thank you so very much. “”My turn now, Jane,” I said, getting ready to sit on her face. “Are you a squirter, too?” she asked, hopefully. “We’re identical twins. “”Two squinters! Oh, I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
Come here!” she grabbed me by the waist and pulled me down on to her face as Blaze buried her head between her aunt’s thighs. It wasn’t long before I came, too. The end.