Chapter 1
Lori stood at the side of the bed smiling invitingly at me. When her clothing fell to the floor and she was naked, it was like looking at myself in the mirror. Only I was a lot more turned-on.
"How long has it been, Ruth?" she asked, reaching forward to undo the buttons on my blouse.
"Almost five years," I said. "After your marriage to Jerry broke up and left town."
"Wow, it has been that long, hasn't it?" she sighed. "It's hard to believe."
By now she had my blouse completely unbuttoned and the twin cups of my bra were showing. She chuckled.
"What's so funny, Lori?" I asked defensively.
"Still wearing a bra, I see," she said. "With perfect tits like we've got, Ruth, it's a crime to
cover them up the way you do. Since I walked out on Jerry and left the straight life, I haven't had a bra on once. I'd probably strangle myself if I tried to put one on now."
"But I'm not you, Lori," I protested. "Just because we're identical twins doesn't mean we're just alike in every way."
"We were once," she pointed out. "When I was still married to Jerry and living the straight life of a good, little housewife, nobody could tell us apart. Our husbands were even balding in the same spot."
"But then you changed," I brought us further up to date. If Dad and Mom hadn't died, I'll be they wouldn't even be able to tell we were sisters anymore."
"With our clothes on," Lori accurately amended. "Even though I haven't seen your body in five years, I'll bet it's still sensational-just like mine."
For emphasis she playfully wiggled her hips and bobbed her large but firm breasts up and down. Despite her movement nothing quivered because there wasn't an ounce of fat on her luscious form. God, I hoped I still looked as much like her naked as I thought I did.
"Well, let's get this monstrosity off your tits and find out," Lori got down to business. "There's no point in keeping ourselves in suspense any longer. Now how does this cotton pickin' thing work?"
"It's elastic all the way around."
"No clasps."
"Those went out a long time ago," I couldn't help but chuckle when it came to Lori's naivete about the middle-class world of which she had once been such a militant member. "Just slip if off over my head."
She did and abruptly my breast were bared. Rapidly glancing back and forth between them and Lori's, I couldn't tell the difference. They were mirror-images of each other.
"Are you nipples as hard as mine?" Lori asked.
"I don't know," I answered. "You'll have to feel them to find out."
"I was hoping you'd say that. Mind if I use my tongue? It's so much more sensitive than just my fingers."
Before I could say anything, her mouth was against one of my breasts, encircling the nipple. The tip of her tongue began to flutter like a hummingbird's wings.
"Mmmmmmm, is it hard?" I moaned uncontrollably, knowing the answer in advance.
"As a rock," Lori murmured with a mouthful of tit. "Check out mine."
She took my hand and thrust it to her chest. My fingers automatically opened just before the point of impact and grabbed a handful of breast.
Gradually I tapered my fingers down the mammary slope. When I reached her nipple, I seized it.
"How hard am I, Ruthie?" she eagerly asked.
"Sensational," I assured her. "What about your pussy," she lasciviously changed the subject without changing it at all. "Is it as wet as mine?"
This was one thing I could easily check out. When I rubbed my thighs together it felt as though I were immersed in a pail of hot slush. Yes, my cunt seemed easily as damp as Lori's visibly dripping specimen.
"My cunt is soaking," I laid it on the line. "I guess you turn me on as much as you ever did."
"The feeling is mutual," she smiled. "Now let's get the rest of those awful clothes off you and do the number. My tongue is aching for the inside of your sweet pussy, Sis."
By now I was panting to go all the way. I helped Lori rip away my skirt, and then took care of my panties by myself. They were drenched. As they rolled down my thighs I could tell that they were ruined.
"Open your legs, Ruthie," Lori excitedly instructed when I was completely naked. "Lie back and show me that you're still my identical twin in every way."
It was a pleasure to do as she asked. God, it felt so good-so natural-to spread-eagle myself in front of my horny, bare-ass sister for the first time in five years.
"Sixty-nine," I murmured the numerical name of the lesbian sex-act which I craved. "I'm ready for you, Lori, Jesus knows I'm ready to suck your cunt while you suck mine."
"Coming right up!" she joyously replied, hopping onto the bed, and turning her body 180 degrees. Straddling me, she hovered over me like a crab, her cunt and asshole pouting just inches from my face. My mouth actually watered.
"How'm I doing down there, Ruthie?" Lori asked.
"You haven't changed a bit in five years," I honestly answered. "Your pussy still doesn't sag anyplace, and your asshole is as pink as a rosebud. How do you do it, Lori?"
"The same way you do, Sis," she gushed. "You're a dream between the legs. Just the same as when we were teenagers and first started making love."
I can't tell you how good that made me feel. A compliment from one's identical twin sister of this nature was just about the most intimate tribute a woman could receive.
"Remember the first time we ever made it together?" Lori sighed.
"How could I forget," I laughed. "We were both in the bedroom trying on our cheerleader costumes for the first time."
"God, you looked great without the tights on," Lori giggled just like a schoolgirl. "I'll never forget when you did the splits."
"Or when you stood on your head in the same condition," I lapsed back into fond memories.
"We must have made love for hours that afternoon," Lori sighed. "I remember I fucked you and broke your cherry with one of Dad's pipes."
"Sonny Carson had already taken care of yours under the football bleachers by more orthodox means, if I recall correctly," I said dryly.
"Yeah, with a hard-on that was all of six inches," Lori recalled. "It's hard to believe I gave away my cherry to a popgun like Sonny Carson's. Nowadays I won't have anything to do with a guy unless he's hung at least ten inches."
Her boastful nature automatically made me think about the man in my life. My husband Rick's cock was only about as long as the one Lori had just jeeringly disparaged on her long-ago teenage lover.
"Why, Ruth, you're blushing!" she blurted to my acute embarrassment. "I can see it all the way down here in your crotch. Your pussy lips are turning bright red."
"Stop gabbing and start sucking if you're so hungry for my cunt," I attempted to cover up my abruptly surging anxiety. "Let's forget about men and just make love the way only two women can."
"Two sisters," Lori refined my plea, considerately taking the line of the least resistance in the face of my sudden attack of nerves. "The way only identical twin sisters can make love."
She knew I would tell her what was bothering me in my own good time. In the meantime, nothing would make me forget my troubles like some fervent sixty-nining. The disappointing reality of everyday life could wait, there was passionate love to be made.
Lori's tongue dipped into the crevice of my twat as though she were a child sampling a fresh pot of honey. She slurped up a big glob of pussy juice, and I could hear her gulp as she swallowed it. I'd have to return the favor.
Eagerly, I brought my pursing mouth up between her delectably spread haunches. The closer I got the more the strong scent of her pussy made my nostrils flare.
Then, for the first time in five years, the lips of my mouth were squashing crossways against the lips of my sister's cunt. It was like sipping cold champagne after almost dying of thirst in the desert.
Lord, where had the time gone? It had just flown by. It seemed like only yesterday instead of almost twenty years that I had tasted Lori's snatch for the first time, and only a moment ago for the last time.
Sucking vigorously, I drew a blob of Lori's female cream into my mouth. Rather than hurriedly gulping it, I let it slide luxuriously down my throat under its own slurpy power. By the time it hit my stomach it had fully intoxicated me. , As Lori's tongue stiffened and rammed into my twat like an oral hard-on, I did the same to her. Because of our uncanny genetic similarity, and long experience, we knew just at what points to emphasize our stimulation of one another. Soon both of us were crying out in orgasmic fury.
Finally, Lori pulled away from my oozing pussy and asked a question which might have seemed curious to an outsider, but which I understood implicitly. "What have you got in the refrigerator?" she said with a big shit-eating grin.
"How does a chorizo sausage grab you?" I grinned back.
"Super!" she exclaimed, and bounced off the bed to go claim her reward in the kitchen. I was so excited I could hardly stand it.
She returned with one end of the chorizo stuffed up her cunt, and the other several inches dangling from between her legs. She looked just like she owned a greasy, brownish-orange dick.
"Fuck me!" I screamed, just like old times. "Stick it in me as far as it'll go and fuck me until it hurts!"
"My pleasure, Sis," she said as she came to the bed, fondling the semi-erect piece of meat.
"Get it hard, first," I begged her. "Make it hard."
The grimacing that distorted her beautiful face showed how much effort she was putting into tightening her pussy muscles. When she had them clenched to the ultimate, the free end of the chorizo jumped into rigidity, splitting the air at a ninety degree angle from her body.
Kneeling between my open legs, she held the twitching sausage just like a hard-on, and guided it toward my gaping cunt. "Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me," I chanted endlessly.
Then the rounded head was slipping between my quivering labia. The penetration was easy and greasy.
"Further ... further!" I pleaded. "Fuck me all the way! I've been waiting for this five years!"
"So have I," Lori panted. "So have I."
Fucking this way was something we'd done way back in high school. It had started with some foot-long hotdogs Mom bought for the Fourth of July, and graduated up into bratwurst, ring bologna, and chorizo. Our mother couldn't figure out why we'd suddenly started begging her to bring home tons of sausage every time she went to the store.
Lori had perfected the trick of making the sausage as stiff as a male boner one rainy afternoon when Mom and Dad were out of town at an aunt's funeral. We'd cut school, and then found ourselves with nowhere to go because of the rotten weather. Just fooling around with one end of Polish sausage in her cunt, Lori accidentally discovered that she was capable of erection if she bore down intensely enough.
"Oh my God!" I gasped. "The answer to a girl's dreams."
She'd lost no time in screwing me with her new invention, and now almost two decades later she was reliving the grand event. Inch after inch of thick, tubular meat was sliding up my fuck-hole and I felt like a young girl again instead of the burnt-out, bored housewife I really was.
When the free end of the chorizo was all the inside my cunt, I began fucking back as good as I was getting it. The great thing about two women screwing with the same phallic substitute is that they can each be the aggressor once penetration is complete.
I was in ecstasy, coming and coming and coming. The deeper my twin sister drove the dildo up my snatch, the more powerfully I replied with a driving pelvic thrust. This was fucking as it should be.
And I couldn't help but think how much it was unlike when I made love with my modestly endowed husband. Looking back, about all I had to show for the many times I'd numbly submitted to Rick's sexual demands were two children. Honestly, I couldn't remember a bona-fide orgasm.
I was temporarily diverted from my introspection when the skin of the sausage started to burst in my cunt. All of a sudden hot Spanish juice came flowing from the rupture, flooding my fuck-hole with scalding greasiness.
The same thing was happening between Lori's legs because she was moaning, "God, Ruthie, your cum is so hot." When you made my sister come, she showed her appreciation by really making you feel like a million bucks.
When we were finally spent, we lay side by side on the bed, sharing a cigarette. Although I tried to fight it, during this lull my negative thoughts about my husband and role as an ordinary wife and mother resurfaced. Without raw sex to divert me, I couldn't make my anxiety go away.
"What's wrong, Ruth?" Lori eventually noticed how tense I was starting to get when I should have been languishing without care in the afterglow of love making.
"N ... nothing," I lied, but my nervous stammer easily gave me away. Lori could always tell I was lying when I tripped over my words.
"Hey, come on kid, this is your big sister you're talking to," she reprimanded me. "No holding back."
It was true, Lori was born a few minutes before me. It was always a private joke between us that she was my big sister.
I decided that if I couldn't trust my twin sister, there was nobody I could turn to. God know the rest of my family-Rick and the kids-ignored me enough. Dad and Mom were dead, of course. Having someone in which to confide was just too great a temptation for me to resist.
"It's ... my ... life ..." I blurted out between sobs.
"What's wrong, darlin'?" Lori soothingly asked as though she were talking to her daughter rather than her sister.
"Oh, everything and nothing," I displayed my confusion. "I can't put my finger on anything, but everything about my life seems wrong. Do you understand, Lori?"
"Do I," she said with a great deal of authority. "Why do you think I left Jerry? I was exactly in the same kind of trap you're in now."
"Are ... are you suggesting that I desert my husband?" I gasped incredulously.
"Well, why not?"
"You know why, Lori. I still ... still think of marriage as a sacred thing. I just couldn't leave Rick no matter how dissatisfied I was."
"Then, Sis," she shook her head, "it looks like you're stuck. Even your big sister can't help you if you won't help yourself."
What she said didn't offend me. Down deep, despite all my scruples, I knew she was right. I suspected that it wasn't my morality that was keeping me from leaving Rick so much as my fear of being on my own.
"Oh, if only I had your courage, Lori," I spontaneously gave my sister a peek at my inner most feelings. "If only I could just trade places with you for awhile so I could see what it's like to live your kind of life without any risk."
She looked at me as though I'd just said something profound. Before long her studious pause began to make me uncomfortable. Usually I could tell what she was thinking, but not now.
"Repeat that," she finally said. "The last thing you said."
"Oh, that." I was perplexed. "It was something about trading places with you. I'm sorry, it was something like a kid would say."
"No, no," she contradicted me. "It was pure genius. Sheer and utter genius," "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't you see, you little dumbbell," Lori bubbled, "we could change places if you really wanted to do it."
"You're nuts."
"Am I? Just think about it, Ruth. We've already agreed we look just as much alike as ever. Am I right?"
I had to agree that she was correct.
"Then if we decided to do it-switch places," she continued, "who would know but us? Let's face it, twinsie, we're interchangeable."
"But what could changing places accomplish?" I protested my own fantasy now that it threatened to become reality.
"Simple," Lori said matter-of-factly, warning me with the firm edge of her voice that I was not going to be able to dispute her logic. "For one thing it'll give you a chance for a vacation from your family, at the very least, and a taste of what really living on your own and free is like."
"What do you get out of it?" I asked suspiciously.
"I get to build a fire under Rick. If you decide to come back home, believe me, I'll have him smoldering for you. Come on, Ruth, what do you say, let's do it!"
It was so far out, it was irresistible. Just like the old days when Lori and I used to play pranks unsuspecting boy friends.
My spirits were lifted. Considering the downhill course my life had been taking, Lori's offer was one I couldn't refuse.
"All right," I finally gave in when she pressed again for my decision. "I'll do it for a weekend."
"No, no," she laughed, "it has to be at least a whole week. If we're going to get our feet wet we might as well jump all the way in. What do you say, Ruthie, we'll switch places for seven days. Is it a deal?"