1. The Goth Twins


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Incest, Masturbation, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: JDarkholm, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    The Wall," she grins. 'She's your sister, she's your sister' keeps going through my head but it's a tough thing. "If you weren't my sister, I'd let you," I wink back. Then I raise an eyebrow that's got a ring through it. "How you gonna keep that skirt from riding up?" "Who says I want to?" she winks back. I give her a look and she snickers. "The skirt is my belt Bri. Stockings keep the skirt down, skirt keeps the stockings up. Modded it myself." "Tramp," I tease and she nods with her tongue stuck out, skull topped stud instead of a plain silver one clicking over her teeth. "Come on, lets vape and get to the floor." She wraps herself around my arm and I have to keep my mantra going as one of her B-cups is pressed against it. Half hour drive and I have to park on the outskirts. Friday night and the place is packed. Pass the check where we both get red wrist-bands, no alcohol for us. The gal checking IDs and giving out bands is looking us both over and licking her lips. She'd like to hit The Wall with either one of us, or maybe both. Then through the doors and we're assaulted by the sound of Aesthetic Perfection from the sound system. She starts bopping and I half yell to be heard, "Floor first?" "Na," she yells back. "AP's solo stuff and I want nothing but paired stepping tonight." I shrug and we head to the bar. Tight fit and she squeezes between a pair of gals wearing less than she is, boy shorts and pasties under fishnet mini-dresses. Course knowing this place, the pasties ...
    will probably disappear before eleven, ya it's that rowdy. If someone screams, the bouncers will have the other person's head, but long as they don't drip on the dance floor, pretty much anything goes. I'm behind her, trying to keep some space, but her hands come back to my hips and she pulls me against her. Turns her head and only half-yells into my ear, "Stay close wombie, I don't want to lose you to someone else tonight." I'm having issues, my cock is making my pants tighter. I'm trying to keep that mantra going but between the noise, her pressing back against me as well as how hot she's looking tonight it's difficult. Cokes for both of us and we spin, putting me between the two femmes and her leaning against me. A look from the neighbors at both of us and I put one hand on Liz's stomach to a wiggle from her that tears at my mantra some more. They still look interested but I'm not interested in any playtime tonight. 'Except maybe your sister,' part of me whispers. I shake my head and start up my mantra again. They take it as I'm already with someone and shrug. For the next hour we alternate holding up the bar to dancing the floor. Solo stuff, but the type that lets you play off each other. Then 'Without Emotion' starts up and Liz doesn't even have to drag me to the floor. Other's make space as we start to mirror each other. The crowd here is good that way, giving pairs room to play off each other, which is why we both like it. Though this is the first time we've paired with ...
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