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Subject: {ASSM} Lakeside Summer with the Twins 1/? (M/FF, Sisters, mild incest)
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Lakeside Summer with the Twins 1/? (MFF, sisters, mild incest)
By The Plow

This is part of a larger story, but it interested me, so I'm writing
it early. I know it starts slow, but I believe that the eroticism of a
story often comes from the situation rather than the sex.
Usual disclaimers apply. Author grants rights to republish freely on a
not-for profit basis. Contact the author at ThePlow99@hotmail.com if
you wish to inquire about commercial rights.

The Summer of 1999 was arguably the best 3 months of my life. And to
think it started out looking bad.
I had just finished a relatively successful Sophomore year in college.
I'll write about my escapades there some other time, but suffice it to
say that after being somewhat shy in high school, I had really grown
out of my shell, learned how to talk to girls, and get into their
pants with a high degree of success.
Now I was figuring Summer would mean a lot less sex for me. Because at
that stage in my life I was too young for bars, and not really into
the "club" scene, Summer wasn't looking that promising. My female sex
friends were for the most part scattering to the winds. I was going
home for the Summer, and while at college there was a delicious
selection of co-eds to choose from, at home my best bet was usually an
ex, a friend from high school, or a friend of a friend. None of those
could be considered reliable sources of sex.
I had lined up a job working for UPS over the summer. The job was
hell, but the pay was outstanding, especially with tuition
reimbursement. However, I wasn't really looking forward to it. The day
before I was supposed to start, a buddy of mine called me up. His
Uncle ran a small boat shop on a small lake in the northern part of
the state. He had agreed to work for his uncle at the shop that
Summer. However, he had been accepted into a prestigious summer
research program at the local university. He planned to go to Medical
school, and knew such a program would basically guarantee him a spot
in the program when he graduated.
However, he didn't want to leave his uncle high and dry. So he was
calling his friends to find out if anyone was interested in spending
the summer at the lake. The job basically involved minding his shop
Monday through Thursday from 8 am to 8 PM. The lake had only 50 or so
cabins on it, and the town itself was tiny - a few rural farmers, and
the cabins. While there was a general store in town, his uncle's was
more convenient and suited to the vacationer's needs. He carried a
wide array of boat supplies, groceries, a modest selection of alcohol,
along with selling gas and a few trinkets.
He only ran the store 4 months a year, yet still turned enough of a
profit to cover expenses and the property taxes on his cabin. During
the winter months he worked for an accounting firm, and generally he
could afford to take Summers off. However, his firm was merging with
another, and there was a lot of work to be done, even in the slow
summer months. He had negotiated to still have Friday, Saturday and
Sunday off to spend at the cabin, but he would have to commute each
weekend. His wife, who had never enjoyed the cabin much, had chosen to
spend the Summer in the city, since he would be there 4 days a week
anyway.
That meant they needed someone to manage the store. My friend had done
it the Summer before, and said that while it got dull, and the hours
were a drag, it wasn't too bad. Typically the store had 3 or 4
customers a day on weekdays, if that. It was much busier on weekends,
but apparently his uncle had a guy who helped out on weekends every
year. So the job mostly consisted of sitting around the store,
watching TV on the satellite, or swimming or sunbathing on the dock.
Most customers came by boat so you could see them coming, but there
was a bell for them to ring as well.
The idea of spending the summer at a lake appealed a lot to me. But I
had financial concerns. My friend told me that since he was family and
his uncle ran the store as more of a hobby anyway, he had typically
been paid quite well. His uncle was prepared to pay me the same
amount, which was less per hour than I'd make at UPS, but I'd net the
same amount by the end of the summer, and the work didn't sound hard.
Plus, I'd have the house to myself 4 days a week, in exchange for
watering the plants and bringing in the mail and paper.
I was sold. I packed that night, making sure to take a large supply of
books, and my video game system. I wasn't too worried about getting
bored, but I knew that after a while sunbathing and swimming in the
cold lake water can get old.
For the most part I enjoyed the job. The people were very friendly.
However, it soon became clear what sort of community it generally was.
Most of the cabins were owned by older people, and those who were
there all week were generally retired. The people were wonderful, the
men would bullshit with me, and the women would often bring me
cookies, bread, and even the occasional sandwich. I guess they figured
a guy like me wouldn't cook for himself very well.
I chose not to stay out there that weekend, instead making the 3 hour
trip home to hang out with my friends.
Upon making the 3 hour drive back to the lake, I decided that 6 hours
of driving every weekend just wasn't going to happen. I'd invited my
friends to come out, but aside from the 4th of July, most had work
schedules that didn't allow them enough time to make it worthwhile.
Tuesday on the second week was when things changed. An attractive, 40
or so year old woman came into the store. She wore a simple,
conservative 2 piece suit that showed that she still had a nice body.
And her face was beautiful. The ring on her finger suggested she was
married. She was attractive, but not the kind I usually go for, as she
was a little too old for me.
She bought a few things, and asked the usual questions about who I
was, where I was from, what college I attended, how old I was, and
what I was studying. We had a nice conversation, and as she was
leaving she dropped the comment: "I should tell my daughters to come
by here. They're spending all Summer here, and they're already
complaining about being bored. I'm sure they'll be ecstatic to hear
there's a nice and cute young man working here." I actually felt
myself blushing, which was very odd for me. She winked, and walked out
the door, perhaps with a little extra wiggle in her hips.
She had left at 2, and by 4 o'clock I saw the same boat coming towards
the shop, this time with a younger flaxen haired woman at the helm.
Her long hair whipped behind her in the breeze. Another girl, with
identically colored hair sat on the other seat, her own mane also
blowing in the wind.
They were seated, so it was tough to see much more of them. I didn't
want to seem overeager, so I just closed my eyes and lay on the deck
until I heard the boat grow close to the dock, at which point I sat
up.
The boat contained two very beautiful teenage girls. Both had perfect
complexions, though I could see that both had gotten too much sun the
day before, as their cheeks and shoulders were slightly pink. Their
hair, while wind-whipped, still seemed to frame their angelic faces
beautifully. Identical high cheekbones, slightly pouty lips, and
beautiful blue eyes adorned their faces. I realized that they must be
twins. I called out and smiled, and was rewarded by a pair of
beautiful grins back at me.
One of the girls wore a shimmering purple bikini, tied around her neck
to get rid of the tan lines on her shoulders. The bottom was full, but
still clung tightly to her shapely ass. Her sister wore a blaze red
one piece that reminded me of the swimwear women wear on Baywatch.
Both girls had long, slender legs, and modestly proportioned busts.
Their waists however were quite slim, and if I had done the
measurements I'd imagine their hips were close to the "ideal" 1.6
ratio to their waists.
"Hi, I'm Jennifer!" The one in the red suit said, bouncing up to me
and extending her hand while her sister was still tying the boat.
"That's Lisa over there. And yes, we're twins!" She smiled huge,
almost giggling at her own joke.
"Nice to meet you Jennifer, I'm James"
"We're not actually here to buy anything. We were just sooooo bored,
so we decided to come hang out with you." Lisa seemed a bit
embarrassed by her sister's forwardness and directness. I smiled at
her, and she smiled back, extending her hand, a bit more daintily than
her sister.
"Well then, would you two like to come into the store, or are you
happy out here?"
"We got plenty of sun yesterday" Lisa said. "And I want to at least
see the store."
The two pretty girls followed me into the store. I was trying to guess
their age. I knew they had to be at least 16, but as far as I could
tell they could be as old as 19. Very dirty thoughts went through my
head as I watched them explore the store for what it was worth.
"There really isn't anything that interesting here" I said.
"Well I found something" Jenny retorted, holding up a bottle of
scotch.
"Well, that's a fine choice young lady, but I'll need to see some ID"
"Its in the boat" She replied, smiling impishly. Once again her sister
seemed slightly embarrassed.
"So go get it."
"Well, it says I'm only 17"
"And is it right?" I said, mentally deciding whether or not 17 was
"too young" for a 20 year old college man.
"Ummm yeah. But its for my mom!" Lisa looked like she wanted to run
away at this point.
"Ok, what's the number at your cabin. I'll just give her a call..."
"Ok, you caught me. I'm just so bored! Everyone here is old. You're
the first person I've seen under 35 except for a couple of
kindergartners who are two doors down from us." She was now almost
whining.
"I can't let you buy it... I could get in real trouble. But..."
"Yes?" Jenny asked eagerly.
"Well I need to use the restroom. And I was hoping I could trust you
two to watch the store. We don't keep very careful track of inventory
here, and if something disappeared, it probably wouldn't be missed.
Especially if cash was put on this counter." Jenny caught on real
quick.
"Lisa's very responsible. She'll watch the store for you. I'll have to
run to the boat for a minute though."
I smiled, and went into the house, which was adjacent to the store.
When I came back, The girls were sitting in the two chairs inside,
smiling at each other. A $20 bill sat on the counter, and I suspected
there was one less bottle of scotch in the store."
"You know, the store closes at 8. If you two came by, perhaps with
something to drink, I'd be happy to share it with you then." The girls
looked at each other and broke out laughing. "Its a date" Jenny said
with a smile.
I admired their fine asses as they left the store. I had packed a box
of condoms with my things just in case. I could tell that Jenny was
either a huge tease or eager to fuck me. Her sister was more of a
mystery. I wasn't sure if she was aloof or just a little shy. Even if
I didn't get laid, I knew I'd enjoy spending the evening with the two
twin sisters.
That night was quite warm. I closed up shop, and promptly at 8 saw the
girls approaching in their boat. I couldn't tell who was at the wheel,
and neither girl was wearing what she had been that afternoon. One had
pulled her hair back in a ponytail, and was wearing a green halter top
and white shorts, and obviously wasn't wearing a bra. The other had a
pink strapless tube top on and a black skirt that came to mid-thigh.
As they parked, The one in pink stepped out a bit unsteadily as the
other tied the boat. From her enthusiastic hello and affectionate hug,
I figured that it was Jennifer, and that Lisa had been driving.
Jennifer also seemed to have started without me on the scotch.
I spent the next couple hours getting to know my female companions and
they me, while getting inebriated from the scotch. It was strong stuff
and the girls both drank like pros. I learned that neither girl had a
boyfriend (Lisa's had broken up with her when he found out she'd be
away all Summer - that bastard), and they seemed pleased I didn't have
a girlfriend. They were spending all Summer at the lake, because their
parents wanted them to spend time as a family. Their father was a
workaholic who had bought the cabin with his money, but never had time
to use it. However, thanks to getting laid off (with a rather healthy
settlement that required him not to work for the next 6 months) he was
finally able to slow down and fish. According to the girls he often
went fishing at 8 am and didn't come back until dusk. He had dragged
each of them with once, and had discovered that they decreased his
enjoyment and obviously didn't care to be there.
The girls were models part time, though their parents required them to
attend a normal high school full-time. They weren't stuck up, but
confided that it was difficult at school for them to really make
friends. Most of the guys were only after them because of their looks
and status, and the girls, who were outwardly quite friendly, were for
the most part bitchy and jealous behind their backs. The few close
friends they had often were jealous of the bond between them. That had
also been a problem with the boys that they had become serious with.
We spoke quite freely for the most part. The booze certainly helped.
Lisa accused her sister of being a lush, and Jennifer said that it
takes one to know one. Apparently their father kept a rather healthy
stock of liquor in the house and didn't realize the girls had made a
copy of the key to the cabinet when they were 15. They had gone away a
couple of times on assignment, and booze and drugs are still a big
part of the lifestyle in the fashion world. They never had problems
getting into clubs, and almost always got served. Their parents were
nervous about them, and suspected that the modeling lifestyle was
corrupting their daughters, "which is why we have to spend the Summer
HERE instead of in Milan".
I secretly thanked fate for causing it to be so.
The topic eventually turned to sex. I admitted to having had a large
number of lovers in the past. Jennifer was a bit shocked, though her
response was more laughter than disgust. Lisa was rather quiet, and
merely said "he is a lot older than us". Neither were virgins, and
each admitted to having been with a couple of different guys. The
mosquitoes started biting, and I suggested moving the party into the
house.
The whiskey was now mostly gone, so I tapped my stash for the bottle
of rum I had purchased from the grocery store on the way in. It was
Rum and Coke all around as we continued our sex talk. Somehow we
started a game where one person asked a question, and the other two
answered, and then the person who asked got to choose which answer
they liked better: that person got to ask the next question.
Jennifer: What makes oral sex REALLY good?
Me: Well, her attitude matters a lot. Like if she's really into it,
its the best. Technique isn't so important, as long as there's no
teeth. Guys don't expect girls to swallow the whole dick... mostly a
lot of licking and tongue is a good thing.
Lisa: Well I need to be really relaxed to enjoy that. Lots of kissing
and touching needs to get me in the mood. I like a light touch, very
gentle kisses and licks. If he just dives in its going to really turn
me off. But then again, once he gets me going he needs to pick up the
pace and drive it home!
Jennifer: (giggles) I agree totally! James, you ask.
James: Ok... have you two ever dated the same guy?
Both: (giggles)
Jennifer: Sort of. There was one night at a party I met a guy and
started making out with him. I later found out that he had hooked up
with Lisa at the last party!
Lisa: (laughing) Yeah, he CLAIMS he didn't know we were twins, and
thought she was me. But he was too smooth for that. And he wasn't THAT
drunk.
Jennifer: The funny thing is, he then hit on Lisa at the next party!
And we're like... as if!
Me: So if one of you dates a guy, he's off limits for the other?
Lisa: Not necessarily... we don't always like the same guys, which is
probably a good thing. Neither of us is really that competitive or
jealous... if anything we tend to feel like we're a team, and just
want what's best for each other.
Jennifer: yeah, if I date a guy and he's not right for me, I don't
mind if Lisa wants to go out with him. It hasn't really happened yet,
as usually most guys are so flawed that once one of us dates him and
finds that stuff out, the other doesn't WANT him! (more giggles)
Me: ok, Lisa's turn.
Lisa: Ok, lets get juicier. What's the kinkiest thing you've EVER
done?
Jennifer: Well, you know, I had sex with Mark in the basement with mom
and dad in the house upstairs.
Lisa: (snorts) ooh....
Jennifer: (sticks out tongue)
Me: That's a tough one. Probably the threesome I had last summer with
two of my friends from high school.
Lisa: (looks very interested) both girls?
Me: Yep
Lisa: You stud you! Any girl on girl action? (Now its Jennifer's turn
to look embarrassed. I'm suspecting that its actually Lisa who is the
wild one when it comes to sex)
Me: Well actually, yeah. Nothing too heavy, but some kissing and
touching between them.
Lisa: Did it turn you on?
Me: Oh yeah!
Lisa: Ok, James wins that one! (Jenny pouts)
Me: Ok, since it came up... have the two of you ever...
Jennifer: No! (not really angry, but somewhat defensive)
Lisa: What she means is while we're very affectionate as sisters often
are, the whole "bisexual experimentation" thing is largely just male
fantasy. A lot of girls do kiss other girls at slumber parties, but
its just experimenting and really is practice. Most don't enjoy it.
Me: Did you?
Lisa: (pauses)
Jennifer: (looks surprised)
Lisa: can we change the subject?
Me: ok. Jennifer, why don't you ask a question.
Jenny: (pauses for a second) If I wasn't here, what do you think you
two would be doing right now?
We sort of looked at each other for a moment. "This" Lisa said, and
leaned over and kissed me. Deeply. Her mouth opened, and I slid my
tongue into her mouth. I pulled her to me, pressing my body against
hers. She slid into my lap, her legs to the side our lips locked, my
hands caressing her hair and back.
Jennifer cleared her throat.
"Well you asked!" Lisa exclaimed. Jennifer then proceeded to tickle
her sister's side. Apparently this required retaliation. Soon both
girls were laughing hysterically as they blocked and tried to tickle
each other. Seeing my opening, I came up behind Lisa and really
tickled her sides, causing her to shriek.
"Not fair! Lets get him Jen!"
The two girls turned on me, and despite my size and strength
advantage, soon each had one arm bound as the other tickled my sides
"Mercy!" I cried, and we collapsed. After a few moments of panting,
Lisa slid her body so that she was pressed against my side as I lay on
my back. A moment later, Jennifer was doing the same thing on my other
side.
We lay like that together quietly. Each girl had an arm draped across
me, with Lisa's over my chest and Jenny's on my stomach.
Lisa lifted her hand, pulled my face to hers, and kissed me again.
After a minute or two, we broke the kiss. Jennifer's hand moved to my
face, and turned me towards her. She offered her own lips to me, which
I accepted greedily, my cock now fully swollen and pulsing.
I'm not sure whose hand got there first, but soon there were two hands
fondling my swollen organ. They took turns with my balls and shaft
through my shorts, as they took turns kissing me. I knew I couldn't
take too much more of it, but was afraid to break the moment.
Finally, as a kiss with Jennifer broke, both hands moved away from my
quivering member. The girls each sat up, looking at each other, and I
followed suit.
We sat there for a moment in silence. My head was still buzzing with
alcohol, and was now overcome with lust. I needed to take at least one
of these girls, but didn't want to jeopardize anything, so waited to
see how it played out.
I could tell that there was a lot of non-verbal communication going on
between the twins. An occasional nod or twitch of the mouth or eyes
was all I could observe. Finally, Jenny stood up and gracefully walked
to the door outside. Lisa pushed me onto my back, threw her body on
top of me, and kissed me with fervor.
She broke the kiss and sat up long enough to pull off her tank top. He
small but full breasts appeared. They were perfect spheres on her
chest. I reached up and caressed them, pulling them to my hungry lips.
My tongue batted gently at her nipples, which my hands ran across her
back and squeezed her ass.
She removed my shirt, and slid down to undo my pants. She smiled as
she helped me take off my boxers, my large shaft coming into view. She
stood up and undid her own shorts. With style and grace she slid them
down, revealing that she had not worn any underwear at all. Her bush
was a neatly trimmed V, so that not a single hair might stick out from
a brief bikini bottom. She lay on top of me once more, my swollen
erection now rubbing against her sex.
She didn't make me wait long. Soon she pulled a condom out of her
shorts, ripped the package open, and rolled it onto my member. She
then licked it to get me wet, and straddled me once more. Wordlessly,
she lowered her tight pussy onto my throbbing cock. She was quite
tight, and at first it was difficult to get into her, despite her
wetness. However we prevailed, and soon she was fully impaled on me.
As she ground her body against me and kissed me once more, I wondered
how long I could last. However I found that the alcohol had helped
dull my sensation a lot. Soon she was arching her back in a glorious
orgasm, while I held on to prove to her that I was a capable stud. She
smiled, realizing how long I'd lasted, and lifted herself up. She got
on all fours and smiled at me. I didn't have to be asked twice, and
quickly moved behind her, plunging my member into her from behind. She
moaned, and I felt her tighten herself around me. I couldn't take the
feeling of her wonderful ass flesh against my hips as I plowed her,
and began to thrust rapidly, moving past the point of no return.
Finally I came in a glorious climax, filling the rubber with my seed
an feeling her body tremble beneath my own, collapsing onto the rug
covered floor.
"You ARE a stud!" was the first thing out of her mouth. I can see why
so many co-eds want you, and that your experience has definitely paid
off!"
"You weren't so bad yourself, considering your experience"
"Well... the thing is, there's a lot my sister doesn't know about.
Lets just say that I've had almost as many guys as you have girls, but
she's just assumed we've been with the same number. There are four
members of the high school football team who can confirm my story."
"You mean?"
"I'm not sure why I'm telling you this, but yes, I was gang banged by
four football players. And I was the one who set it up - THEY were the
drunk ones. Jennifer is actually somewhat innocent about sex..."
"really?"
"Yeah, she's a flirt, but when it comes to intimate encounters she's
actually got a reputation for leaving them high and dry. Its only
recently I've convinced her that if you're going to get a guy worked
up, the polite thing to do is suck him off."
I had slid out of her at this point, and was admiring how beautiful
and graceful she still looked, her hair all over the place, body
drenched in sweat, and pussy red from my fucking. It was somewhat
shocking to think how proper this girl had seemed at first.
"James... she's never had an orgasm. And now its become this big
thing. She worries about it, so she can't enjoy sex and just tries too
hard. But I know you can help her."
"ummm"
"Shhh... don't talk. You don't need to justify yourself. You're a boy.
You want to fuck lots of girls. I'm a girl. I want to fuck lots of
boys. Its natural. I'm offering you one of the great male fantasies -
to score with a set of twins."
She began stroking my cock slowly.
"And if you can make her cum, you Will be rewarded handsomely. As if
this wasn't enough..." She said, licking my shaft "She and I will make
this a very happy summer for you. We're going to be here... "She
licked me some more "All summer, and you're the only eligible guy. So
we know we have to share you. And we will SHARE you... in every way."
She sucked me more as my cock swelled up. "You've had a threesome
before, but I know you haven't had two twin sisters at the same time.
And it will be a first for us too James. You'll be doing what no man
has done before, and none likely will do again. Can you handle having
two 17 year old twin sisters using you as their sole source of sex all
Summer James?"
It was too much for me, and my cock exploded. She quickly placed her
lips on me and took my spewing cum in her mouth.
"I thought so. I'm going to take that as a yes. Tonight I want you to
rest. Tonight was my night. Tomorrow is hers. I want you to focus on
her. She'll come by when the store closes. She's not a virgin, but I
want you to treat her like one. Go slow. Take her to new heights. Then
when the time comes, finish the job. I know you and your monstrous
dick can take good care of my sis." She patted my cock and kissed my
lips. She then stood, casually dressed, and hugged me.
"Take good care of her James. I know you'll be wonderful to her
tomorrow night. And I am certainly looking forward to the Summer the
three of us are going to spend together."
She then left. I wondered what Jennifer had been doing the whole time
we'd been fucking. But I heard the boat start up and watched it pull
away with both girls inside.

Comments are welcome. The second part is not yet written, but I think
its pretty clear what's going to happen. :)
I'm also interested in finding someone to edit some other stories I've
been working on.

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