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i will do that

Growing up in a liberal household does not allow for many secrets. There are no locks on our bedroom doors, and occasionally, when I was a little girl, I would go into my parent's bedroom and watch them make love. Sometimes they would stop and cover up. Sometimes, especially if they were near completion, they would just go ahead and finish. They never scolded me.

One time, when I took my twin brother into watch, we saw, for the first time, our mom suck daddy's cock. She didn't stop when she saw us, and winked as she swallowed his load. Nothing was ever said after they were finished, not then, not ever, as no matter what kind of sex they'd been having, when they were finished, they'd snuggle and take a nap. That was our cue to leave and go about our business.

Over the years, as I developed through puberty and learned to masturbate using my memories of mom and dad having sex, I often fantasized about having a cock in my mouth; like I'd seen that afternoon so many years ago. But fantasy is where my entire sex life took place. I was determined to remain a virgin until I found mister "I'll spend the rest of my life with you". I avoided the guys at school who only wanted a quick grope or other physical entanglements that happen when a young boy's hormones are raging.

Other secrets that didn't exist in our home were the types that come from privacy. We didn't have any.

My twin brother, Evan, and I shared a bathroom that was between our two rooms and almost daily, one or the other of us would enter while the other was already inside, and we'd go about our business in various stages of undress. In fact, if our schedules were tight, I'd often shower while Evan shaved at the basin next to the shower stall.

The first time I ever saw Evan masturbate was really cool

I'd just gotten out of bed and had to pee something fierce. I knew Evan was in the shower, but I didn't know I'd get to watch him stroke his cock and fire a few jets of semen on to the shower's tile wall and floor. When Evan opened his eyes and saw me sitting on the toilet, he just shrugged his shoulders, got out of the shower, toweled off, and left me sitting there with my hand spending an extra long time, drying my pussy.

When I flushed, I opened the shower door and saw some of his cum dripping down the wall. I scooped it up and smelled it and rolled it around between my fingers trying to get a handle on just what it reminded me of. The most similar texture I could think of was somewhere between egg whites and yogurt. And of course, I put a dab on my tongue to see what it tasted like, but I really couldn't tell too much other than it tasted similar to the way it smelled; earthy and somewhat like very mild bleach. But I knew enough to know it wasn't a bad taste.

I now had additional knowledge to add to my fantasy of sucking cock, the fantasy I'd developed when I saw my mother's throat muscles at work swallowing what ever it was that came out of my father's cock. It was then I knew what I wanted, and from that point on, whenever I fantasized, I dreamed of the day I'd get my first belly full.

Now I don't want you, dear reader, to think I was obsessed with thoughts of sex. I wasn't. I was a serious student of music. I played on the varsity volley ball team. Evan and I won every science faire we ever entered, and when we both stayed home to enroll in our hometown college, there were so many challenges; most thoughts of sex got put on the back burner as far as my schedule, or should I say, our schedules, went.

Oh, I'd masturbate once or twice a week, but usually, from the time I got up, until I fell asleep studying, I was too preoccupied to let fantasy intrude. Not so Evan. In our sophomore year of college, he found a girlfriend.

Claire was from a family similar to our own. That is to say, she'd lived in our University town her entire life though she'd attended a different high school. She was sweet, pretty, and, like us, more interested in the academic part of college life, than the social side. This worked out well for the two of them, as they both had a similar approach to preparing for a career after university. But they took time, once or twice a week, to fuck. Or so I thought.

During spring break of our sophomore year, Evan and I were left alone when our parents went on a cruise and Claire went with her family on a vacation to Hawaii for two weeks. We stayed in town to recharge our emotional batteries, as we'd been pedal to the metal for the past 18 months.

After the first two days of break, I could tell Evan was antsy. Call it twin's intuition, but I thought I'd see if I might be able to identify Evan's problem and help him with it.

"Hey, bro'. Got a minute?"

"Sure sis, what's up?"

"Not much with me. But I get the sense; you're not enjoying the break."

"You got that right."

"What's the matter?"

"I really don't know. I don't seem to want to do anything or go anywhere."

"Are you missing Claire?"

"A bit."

"A bit, huh?"

"Well, maybe more than a bit."

"Missing all that sex you could be having, if she hadn't gone to Hawaii with her folks."

"All what sex?"

"Oh, come on now mister. I know you guys are rutting every chance you get."

"Boy that is so far from the truth, you couldn't be more wrong if you tried to be wrong."

"What are you talking about? You guys have had sex. I know you've had sex. Haven't you?"

"A few times. But no where near as often as I'd like."

"Why is that?"

"Claire just isn't all that sexual and only does it 'cause she knows I need it."

"Do you guys use protection?"

"Of course. We're not even sure if we'll stay together. The last thing I want is to be forced into a situation, or to force Claire into a situation, that will derail our career paths."

"Why don't you get her to give you a blowjob when she's not in the mood?"

"Are you kidding? Claire won't put her face anywhere near "down there" as she refers to my groin. She thinks sex is in one position and that's it and that's as far as it goes."

"Wow. I'd a thought you were more into sex than that."

"What about you? I don't see you going out with any guys. What are you doing, or more correctly, who are you doing?"

"You know I'm a virgin. I make no secret of that fact."

"Aren't you curious?"

"Of course. But as I told you when we graduated high school, I'll wait for mister right to gift my special barrier to. I want to be mostly chaste when I get married."


"Yeah. I won't lie and say I don't think about it from time to time, but an occasional masturbatory session is as far as it goes with me."

"Wow. We're pathetic for people who are no longer teenagers."


"So, what should we do?"

"Let's get a pizza and drink lots of beer."

"Best idea I've heard this week."

So, there it was. Our cards were on the table. We'd always been honest with each other, you know, that special bond between twins, so we'd now discussed the last "unspoken" subject with each other. I felt somehow much closer to my sibling and honestly, I also felt much closer to being an adult.

As I was halfway through my 5th beer, Evan got a glint in his eye and cleared his throat. He reached over and took my hand in his own and smiled.

"How do you recommend I get Claire to give me more sex?"

"Be honest with her."

"I've been honest with her, but it seems to go in one ear and out the other."

"What if you show her you're willing to put your mouth "down there" as you said she refers to your groin? Show her fair's, fair."

"Not a chance. She is totally set against getting or giving oral. I think she thinks it makes people's teeth crooked, or something."

"Ha, ha. That's hilarious."

"I really wish she wasn't so dead set against it."

And then it dawned on me. Here was the perfect opportunity to find out if having a cock in my mouth and eating cum, was, in reality, as cool as I thought it was when I fantasized.

"I'll do that."

"Do what?"

"I'll give you a blowjob."

"What? You're crazy."

"No I'm not."

"Well, the idea's crazy. You're my sister for Christ sakes."

"Wait. Hear me out."

Evan paused for a moment before speaking. "Okay. This I gotta hear."

I had him. If he was willing to listen, and if I described what I wanted to do, he wouldn't stand a chance.

"Well," he said, interrupting my thoughts. "I'm waiting."

"Okay. But let me say everything I have to say, before you say yes or no."

"Go ahead."

"Sure. Do you remember that time I dragged you into mom and dad's bedroom and we watched as she blew dad?"

"Yeah. But we didn't see much of the blowjob as I recall. We got there just as dad came in her mouth."

"You're right. But I saw enough that day to fuel many of my masturbatory fantasy thoughts ever since."

"You did? What about it gets you off?"

"I don't know really. I mean, just the idea of having something in my mouth that requires such intimacy, that brings such pleasure, and can reward me with a bellyful of the stuff that helps make life, is about as much of a turn on for me, as it must be for the guy on the receiving end."

"I wish Claire thought like you."

"I bet every guy on the planet wishes their significant other thought like I think."

"You got that right," Evan agreed, chuckling slightly.

"There's more."



"Go ahead."

"Well," I said, pausing briefly to collect my thoughts. "From what I've read, it, and by it I mean semen, is supposed to be made up of materials that are ...
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