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CHAPTER ONE

The first thing Jenny did when she got home from school on the day her parents left on vacation was to take off all her clothes. She didn't know why she did it exactly – she just found herself doing it. With all the doors of the house locked and all the curtains drawn and nobody to see her, she stripped in the living room and trotted from one end of the house to the other, giggling as her young tits bounced naked and free.

In her parents' bedroom, she posed in front of the mirror, running her hands up and down her silky-smooth skin, admiring the size of her tits and the voluptuous shape of her teenage body. She pulled her silky, blonde hair in front of her shoulders and let the ends tickle her large pink cherries, which swelled with tingly bumps and a pair of nipples like fingertips. She stretched her arms overhead, dancing with sinuous movements of her gymnast's body. Her hairless armpits were moist with sweat. The golden fuzz on her tanned belly glowed in the soft afternoon light that filtered through the curtains.

"You dirty little girl," she said out loud, leering mischievously at herself in the mirror.

For the first time in her life she was actually alone in the house, and she felt like being naughty. She didn't understand why she felt this way. All she knew that the excitement was racing through her body, pounding in her loins, and she felt like being wicked and running around the house stark naked.

She headed for the kitchen, where she found some fruit and yogurt in the refrigerator. Sitting naked at the kitchen table, she shimmied her bare legs together as she ate. If her mother and father could see her now, she didn't know what they'd do – probably both die of heart attacks. She was being such a wicked girl, but she couldn't help it. For the first time in her life she felt free. Until this moment she'd never realized just how unfree she'd been all her life. She couldn't understand it, but those were her feelings.

The telephone rang, startling her so that she jumped. It was as if somebody had suddenly barged in through the kitchen door and caught her naked at the table. Her heart pounding, she got up and snatched the phone off the hook on its third ring.

"Jenny, are you all right?" The voice was only too familiar – Barb, her old baby-sitter.

"Of course," Jenny said. "Why wouldn't I be all right?"

"You sounded strange when you answered," Barb said. "And you're breathing hard."

"I was – exercising," Jenny said. "Anything I can do for you?"

"I'm just calling to check on you and Skip," Barb said. "Your mother asked me to call from time to time while they're gone, to see how the two of you are getting along."

"Mom and Dad only left a few hours ago," Jenny said, annoyed. "And Skip and I can take care of ourselves. We're not babies anymore, you know."

"Of course you're not, darling. I just wanted to let you know that I'm here if you need me. If anything comes up you can't handle, give me a call. Is Skip home, by the way?"

"He's got track practice after school," Jenny said.

"Every afternoon?"

"I don't know. Not tomorrow, I don't think. Why?"

Barb chuckled foolishly. "Oh, no reason. Just curious. Well, I'm glad everything's all right. I'll call again soon."

"Don't bother," Jenny said after she'd hung up the receiver.

Jenny carried her clothes and schoolbooks up to her bedroom. Barb's call had cooled her off. Even with her parents out of town there was still a nosy adult spying on her. Why couldn't she just be left alone for once? Didn't her parents trust her? She'd never given them any reason not to trust her, and neither had her twin brother Skip.

Both she and Skip had got straight A grades all through school, and their grades for conduct were perfect too. Skip was a star in wrestling and track, and Jenny was a varsity cheerleader, and a member of the gymnastics team. She and Skip were the perfect son and daughter of a pair of model parents. What could her parents possibly be worried about?

In the upstairs bathroom, Jenny weighed herself and measured her waist. Both measurements were exactly what the gymnastics coach said they should be. She picked up her hairbrush and brushed her long blonde hair in front of the mirror. It was so nice to be able to stand here naked like this with the bathroom door wide open, and to walk around the house naked. Her tits jiggled as she brushed her hair, and she found herself licking her lips at the sight of them. The nervous excitement began throbbing again in her loins and soon she'd forgot all about Barb's intrusive phone call.

She wiggled into the hallway and did a few cartwheels, laughing as her naked tits flipped and flopped. She sank down into a full split, then pressed into a handstand. Wouldn't it be exciting, she thought, to have a girls' gymnastics meet where all the contestants were stark naked?

The thought was so wicked that she giggled. She flipped down from the handstand and landed on her feet. She was standing outside Skip's bedroom.

She'd never been in Skip's bedroom alone before, and certainly not without any clothes on. But for some reason now, she couldn't resist. She literally shivered with excitement as she slipped through Skip's door.

Athletic trophies sat on the dresser and bookshelves. At least a dozen pictures of Skip on various athletic teams hung on the walls. The room was neat and clean, just like Skip. Jenny didn't know what possessed her, but she gave in to the urge to snoop in Skip's dresser drawers.

Her breath quickened at the sight of Skip's sweat socks and jockstraps. She'd never done anything so wicked as this in her life. Under some T-shirts in the lower, left-hand drawer, she discovered a key. She tried the key in the one dresser drawer that had a lock on it and the drawer slid open. She frowned at the sight of several pairs of panties in the drawer. They were unwashed girls' panties! The aroma of pussy drifted to her nose.

"What the heck?" Jenny gingerly picked up the panties and found that two pair were her own! She'd wondered where they'd disappeared to. "Skip, what is all this?"

Under the panties she found a lock of blonde hair tied up with some yarn. It looked a lot like her own hair. And there were several small envelopes with a different girl's name on the front of each. She opened the envelope labeled Jenny, and inside she found what looked like pussy-hairs – blonde pussy-hairs like her own. The other envelopes contained pussy-hairs too, hairs of various colors.

"I don't believe this!" she whispered. She picked up a notebook in the drawer and started paging through it. The handwriting in it was Skip's, and the dirty words that she saw everywhere made her blush. Skip never used such words. She caught sight of her own name and couldn't believe what she read. I pry apart Jenny's pussy lips. They're elastic, and covered with blonde fur. The meat between them is pink and juicy. She's so sizzling-hot inside there's pussy-steam coming out of her hole. I just about faint from sniffing her smell. I suck on her clit and she groans that she can't stand it, that I've got to fuck her right now or she'll go crazy. I slide up between her legs and stick my prickhead between her pussy-lips. The sizzling lips close around my knob and I almost cream it feels so good. Jenny moans as I slide my cock all the way up her butter-slick cunt. I'm in her to the hilt, my prick just about jumping out of its skin with pleasure. Her cunt starts clamping around my cock as I start to ram…

Jenny snapped the notebook shut. Her hands were shaking. As best she could, she put back everything in the drawer as she'd found it, then closed the drawer, locked it, and put the key back where she'd found it. Flushed and dizzy, she tiptoed out of Skip's room and staggered down the hallway to her own bedroom. She closed her door and locked it. Her inner thighs were slick with lubricant that had leaked out of her cunt. Lying back on her bed, she spread her legs and stuck her right-hand middle finger up her pussy.

She moaned, her toes clutching, tremors of pleasure pulsing through her body. She closed her eyes, trying not to think about what she'd found in Skip's bedroom, trying to concentrate completely on the sensations coursing through her body. She wanted to forget what she'd discovered in Skip's bedroom, which was something too wicked to even think about. How could he! How could her perfect twin brother possibly have written such filthy things! She must have imagined it!

She writhed on the bed, moaning as she finger-fucked her sizzling, juice-oozing crotch. Each thrust of her finger up her virgin fuck-hole sent an electric current through her loins and made her gasp. Her slippery, squirming, red-hot clit screamed with sensation each time her finger touched it and she chewed her lips to keep from crying out loud.

She wasn't in the habit of masturbating. She never did it unless she absolutely had to, only did it when the sexual tension built to such a pitch in her loins that she could think of nothing else but relieving herself of the agony. Twice, maybe three times a month, she was forced to relieve herself. Once a week at the most. Masturbation was a wicked, sinful practice. If anybody ever found out she jerked off, she'd never be able to face them again.

"Oooh, yesss!" she breathed.

Despite herself, she felt so good she wanted to whine out loud. As she squirmed on the bed, her blonde head rolling from side to side, her right hand jerking rhythmically between her legs, she massaged her belly and tits with her left hand. Her skin was so smooth and silky and hot. She loved herself. As wicked and perverted as it sounded, she was crazy about her own voluptuous young body.

Barb had once told her she was pretty. They'd been in the bathroom. Barb was washing Jenny's hair as Jenny sat naked in the bathtub. Barb's soapy hands slid down, rubbing Jenny's pert young tits with her upturned cherries. She caught Jenny's nipples between her slick, hot fingers and Jenny's eyes rolled back. Barb slid a hand down between Jenny's thighs and started to rub her pussy. Shocked, yet delirious with pleasure, Jenny spread her legs and let Barb slide a finger up inside her. Jenny exploded in seconds, her pussy sucking Barb's finger like a voracious little mouth. Barb finger-fucked Jenny's spasming cunt until her blue eyes nearly popped out.

That's when and where Jenny had learned about the pleasures a finger could give her – from Barb, who had been Skip's and Jenny's baby-sitter since they'd been kids. And it was from Barb that Jenny had learned just how voluptuous and sexy her teenage body was. Jenny had never again allowed Barb to masturbate her, but once initiated, Jenny could never forget what pleasure her body was capable of.

Now, squeezing her thighs around her twisting right hand, Jenny rocked her loins up and down, fucking herself on her stiff, twisting middle finger. Lifting her tits with her left hand, pushing them toward her face, she darted her wet tongue at her nipples, each electric flick of her tongue across her sensitive nipple-flesh sending a rush of pleasure-tingles through her body and making her cunt contract. Her asscheeks flexed as she humped upward, cunt-fucking her finger. Hot juices seeped from her pussy, leaking down her ass-crack, leaving a moist stain on the bedspread under her ass.

"Ohhh, yessss!" she moaned, no longer biting her lips to stifle her pleasure-cries. She felt so good she couldn't help herself. But what did it matter anyway if she moaned out loud? She was alone in the house – all alone in the house for the first time in her life. She felt free! She was in heaven!

"I'm coming!" she whined. And she arched up, the spasms erupting in her loins, her cunt sucking fiercely at her finger. "Ohhh, yes!"

The pleasure exploded inside her and her body jerked.

Her eyes rolled back. Her toes clawed at the bedspread. She arched up, humping wildly with each rush of spasms through her loins. Pussy cream frothed from her cunt, dribbling down her ass-crack. She was a juicy mess between the legs, but what did it matter? All that mattered was the pleasure. She could die feeling like this and she wouldn't care.

Her humping slowed and she collapsed against the mattress, melting into it. Sweat misted her body and she shivered as the breeze coming in under the window curtains licked across her and gave her a momentary chill. The chill passed and her sweaty body throbbed again with heat.

Holding her breath, she pulled her finger out of her pussy. Her fuck juices were like spit running down her finger. She wiped the slippery fluid on her belly and tits, then gathered the bedspread up around her nude body and let herself relax totally. In seconds, she felt herself drifting toward sleep. Luxuriating in her warm, post-orgasmic bliss, she slipped into unconsciousness.

CHAPTER TWO

When Jenny woke up from her nap she wasn't sure of the date, time, or place. She unwrapped herself from the bedspread, startled to find herself stark naked, the bedspread under her ass moist, as if she'd wet the bed, she began to put things together, to recall what had happened before she'd fallen asleep. She hadn't taken an afternoon nap in many years, and she had never in her life slept stark naked, so at first she thought she might be dreaming, dreaming that she'd just woken up from a nap, dreaming that she was naked.

She pinched herself on the tender skin of her flank, to see if it would hurt.

"Ouch!" she said. She had definitely had not dreamed that pinch.

She stretched and yawned and forced herself to get up. She felt groggy. She felt like going back to sleep and sinking back into blissful forgetfulness, for she remembered now, remembered all that had happened since she'd got home from school this afternoon, and her face turned red with shame.

She debated whether to take a cold shower, a sort of punishment for her filthy behavior, or whether to put on her gymnastics outfit and do some hard exercise. She decided on the exercise. She needed activity to help take her mind off things.

Since nobody was going to see her, she didn't bother to put on a support bra or panties under her one-piece gymnastics uniform. Her legs and feet were naked, and she tied up her hair in back in a ponytail. Then she went down to the basement, which was outfitted with a large exercise mat, weights, and gymnastics equipment. On the exercise mat she sank immediately into a full split and began doing bending stretches. Since she wasn't warmed up, the stretches hurt, but pain was what she was after – she deserved punishment for her shameful behavior.

When Skip arrived home from wrestling practice an hour later, Jenny was dripping with sweat. She'd just about knocked herself out with stretching, calisthenics, and vigorous exercises on various apparatus. Skip, dressed in jeans, T-shirt, and athletic shoes without socks, dropped his gym bag on the floor and smiled at his twin sister, who was stretching in the full split position up on the balance beam, her toes pointed, a look of determination on her face.

"Hey, Sis, take it easy, there ain't any coach around to slave drive you today – or any parents, either. You're gonna pull a muscle and lay yourself up for a week."

Jenny looked up, wiping sweat off her face. She couldn't remember when she'd ever worked out so hard.

"I'm almost done," she said. "Mom left microwave dinners for us. I'll pop them in in a few minutes."

"Cool it," Skip said. "No need to hurry. I'm gonna take it easy with the folks gone, take a vacation of my own, not bust my ass rushing around doing homework and stuff. It's gonna be a relief having them off my back for a few weeks."

Jenny brought her legs together and slid down off the balance beam. As her feet hit the mat, a wave of dizziness caused her to lose her balance, and she staggered. She'd literally knocked herself out by overdoing her exercises.

Skip caught her before she fell, and her head fell against his chest. "Hey, are you all right?"

Wrapped in her brother's arms, Jenny started to tremble, and Skip held her tighter, pressing up against her. He stroked her head. His leg pressed up between her thighs, rubbing hard against her crotch.

"Sis, what's wrong?"

A wild excitement saturated Jenny's loins and suddenly she found herself in the throes of an orgasm. She clung to her twin brother, her body shuddering, her spasming teen crotch pressed to his muscular thigh. Her eyes rolled back and her bare toes clutched at the mat. The orgasm lasted only a few seconds, then passed away as quickly as it had come on.

Jenny pushed out of her brother's arms, trying to laugh. "I'm all right. I think I hyperventilated or something. I was doing some deep-breathing exercises before you came in."

Skip studied her. "I thought you were gonna faint. You sure you're all right?"

"Of course, silly." Jenny did a cartwheel to show that she'd regained her balance. Her ponytail flip-flopped.

"If you say so," Skip said. He picked up his gym bag. "You know how to operate the washer and dryer? I got a shit-load of workout clothes to wash."

"I'll wash them for you," Jenny said.

"I can do it," said Skip. "Just show me how to operate the machines."

"I said I'll do it," Jenny said, taking the gym bag away from her brother. "And dinner will be ready in a half hour."

Skip went upstairs and Jenny went to the basement laundry room. She emptied Skip's gym bag on the floor – T-shirts, gym trunks, sweat-socks, and a jockstrap. Jenny began loading the clothing into the washer, but paused when she discovered that the pouch of Skip's jockstrap was moist. The woven, elastic pouch had supported Skip's balls only a short while ago at wrestling practice. Jenny started to tremble again and her breathing quickened.

What's happening to me? she thought. Then, as if she'd lost control of herself, she lifted the jockstrap to her nose and inhaled the scent of her brother's ball-sweat.

Her head whirled inside and she fell against the washer to keep from falling over with dizziness.

Am I losing my mind? she wondered. What am I doing? But even as she wondered, she couldn't help herself and she kept the jockstrap pressed to her nose, inhaling the scent of her brother's balls. Her right hand moved down between her thighs and her middle finger slipped under the crotch of her gymnastics uniform and up into her cunt. She started finger-fucking herself.

Each inhalation of her brother's ball-scent caused such a rush of excitement through her body that she nearly came. Her middle finger pistoned rapidly in her cunt and her fuck-juices dribbled down her hand and thighs. She couldn't stop herself. It was as if she were losing her mind. The throbbing feelings overwhelmed her body and she cared about nothing else but the pleasure.

"Oh, Skip!" she moaned, rocking her loins and humping as she finger-fucked her pussy. She chewed on the sweat-moist jockstrap, sucking on it. She wanted to eat it, to swallow the flavor of her brother's balls. She closed her eyes, remembering how Skip had held her just minutes ago, and suddenly she was over the brink. Her eyes crossed as her body jerked with ecstasy.

She rubbed the jockstrap all over her face as she came, her pussy sucking fiercely at her thrusting middle finger, her body trembling with each delicious spasm. She leaned against the washer for support. If it hadn't been there, she would have collapsed on the concrete floor and rolled herself into a ball, squeezing her thighs together and crushing out the itchy, throbbing pleasure that racked her cunt.

When she'd regained her senses and caught her breath, she dropped the jockstrap into the washer with the rest of her brother's clothing and she set the water temperature to hot. Before she went upstairs, she wiped the insides of her thighs clean of pussy-juice with a towel.

At the dinner table a half hour later, Skip sat across from Jenny without either shoes on or a shirt. Jenny could hardly take her eyes off his muscles. Because she couldn't see the lower half of his body, he looked stark naked to her. From time to time his bare feet and her bare feet accidentally met under the table, and Jenny quickly drew her feet back. When this happened Skip would glance up and smile at her, and Jenny's face would flush with heat.

"I suppose you wanna know why I'm not wearing a shirt at the dinner table," Skip said.

"You read my mind," Jenny said.

"I'm not wearing a shirt just for the hell of it," Skip said. "Know what I mean? I mean, why wear a shirt on a warm evening like this just because I'm eating dinner? It's stupid. A guy oughta be comfortable."

"Mom would have a fit," Jenny said.

"I know," Skip said. "So would Dad. Which makes it that much more fun. They got all these stupid rules we're supposed to follow, even if the rules don't make any sense. Well, while they're gone I'm only gonna do what makes sense to me. Do you realize this is the first time in our lives we've been left alone in this house? This is the first time in my life I've ever been able to do what I want around here."

"I know what you mean," Jenny said.

Skip laughed, then patted his bare stomach and belched.

That night, for the first time that Jenny could remember, she couldn't sleep. She usually fell sound asleep at night the moment her body hit the bed, and then she slept like a dead person. Nothing short of somebody shaking her violently and shouting her name repeatedly could wake her up once she had slipped into deep sleep. Her mother often complained about the ordeal it was trying to wake up Jenny for school in the morning.

Maybe it was the accidental nap this afternoon that was interfering with her sleep now. Or maybe it was that her mind wouldn't stop churning. She kept thinking about the things she'd found in Skip's dresser drawer – the panties and cunt-hairs, the notebook in which he'd written things she couldn't believe. And then she remembered the way he'd caught her this afternoon in his arms and the way she'd immediately had an orgasm. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. How could such a thing have happened? And she remembered the smell of Skip's jockstrap, still moist with the sweat of his balls. She'd actually sniffed it. She must have been out of her mind. And she'd jerked off sniffing it. How could she have done such a thing?

Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly when some light started beaming in under her bedroom door. Somewhere out there Skip had turned on a light. She listened for the sound of him using the bathroom, but she couldn't hear anything. Her bedside digital clock read nearly one in the morning. What was Skip doing up at this hour? Maybe he couldn't sleep either. She strained her ears for a while longer, then, hearing nothing, she got up as quietly as she could and stole from her room to investigate.

The hallway light was off, as was the bathroom light. Down at the end of the hallway, light beamed out through Skip's half open door. Holding her breath, Jenny tiptoed toward the light. She was dressed in nothing but her negligee. Peeking around Skip's half open door, she looked into his bedroom.

Skip stood stark naked in front of his dresser, his moving hand wrapped around his cock. The upper, left-hand drawer of his dresser was open and girls' panties spilled out onto the dresser top and floor. Skip had one of the panties pressed to his nose and was inhaling its scent, his eyes closed, his head swaying as if he were drugged. As he sniffed the panties and masturbated, fuck-lube dripped from the tip of his cock.

Jenny grabbed the door frame for support. Her head swam and she thought she might faint. The sight of her twin brother masturbating was almost more than she could stand. Her body flushed with heat from scalp to toes. Waves of lust pulsed from her loins and streamed to all parts of her body. She gazed in a trance, her eyes followed each rhythmic stroke of her brother's hand. Pussy-juice dribbled like hot sap down the insides of her thighs.

"Mmm, yeahhh!" Skip sighed. "Pussy!"

He rubbed the silky panties all over his face and over his chest and nipples. He released his cock and let it quiver and throb in mid-air.

Jenny thought she must be hallucinating. That wasn't a cock sticking out of her brother's loins, it was a billy-club, or a rattlesnake. A cock that enormous couldn't be real! The line drawings of the erect male organ Jenny had studied in her sex-education books had looked nothing like this, or at least nowhere near this big. Jenny remembered the text beneath the drawings. 'The normal male penis ranges from 4 to 7 inches.' Skip's cock looked almost twice the size Jenny thought it should be. And it was alive, throbbing crazily and dripping fluid.

Suddenly, Skip dropped the panties and swung toward the door and Jenny reacted instantly, jerking back out of sight before Skip caught sight of her. Then she ran tiptoe down the carpeted hallway to her room. In seconds, she was back behind her closed bedroom door and climbing into bed. She lay back, her heart pounding, sweat misting her forehead.

I must have been crazy! she thought. She had no time for anymore thoughts, because suddenly her door knob turned and her door opened a crack.

Jenny held her breath, watching as her bedroom door inched open wider and Skip slipped into her room. She could just make out his silhouette in the darkness. As he tiptoed toward her bed, Jenny let out her breath slowly, then tried to mimic the breath of a sleeper. Skip stood over her, looking down at her awhile. Then, he lowered himself until he was kneeling beside the bed. His breathing was heavy and shaky.

"Man!" he whispered. "Baby!"

Slowly, carefully, he raised the skirt of Jenny's negligee and uncovered her to the waist. He lowered his face between her thighs and kissed her muff.

Jenny stifled a gasp. She fought to keep her breathing deep and even. Skip laid his hands on the thighs and pushed on them, spreading her legs wider. His thumbs pressed into the spongy edges of her blonde pussy-lips and peeled them apart. He breathed hotly against her open crotch.

"Baby! Candy-cunt!" Skip pressed his lips to Jenny's cunt and gave her clit a sucking kiss.

Jenny's eyes rolled back behind her closed lids. An electric shock coursed through her loins, the sensations shooting all the way to her toes, which clutched sensuously. Her fingers dug into the bed sheets.

"Mmmm, baby!" Skip whispered, kissing up and down the inside of her cunt-lips, sucking up the dewy droplets of pussy-nectar. He nuzzled her clit and his tongue slipped up into her cunt.

Jenny couldn't stop herself. She sighed out loud, her loins straining upward, her cunt working itself deeper onto her brother's squirming tongue. Peering down at Skip through nearly closed eyelids, she saw the silhouette of his blonde head bobbing between her thighs. He growled softly, drinking her fuck-juices as he licked out her contracting pussy-hole.

Did he know that she was awake? If he did, he apparently didn't care. Maybe, though, he thought she was still sleeping. Maybe if he knew she was awake he'd freak out and run away and Jenny didn't want him to run away. She wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. She wasn't going to announce her wakefulness to Skip, but at the same time she couldn't very well control the reflexive responses of her young body to his cunt-sucking.

She breathed rapidly, letting out little gasps of pleasure, squirming against the mattress, her head tossing slowly from side to side. She kept her eyes closed enough so Skip, glancing up at her couldn't tell whether she was asleep or awake.

Skip pulled his tongue out of her. He was painting. Carefully, he pushed her negligee up higher, bunching the gauzy shift up above her tits. Then he rose up, leaning over her nakedness, and he kissed her tits and nipples, nibbled his way down her satin-smooth belly, licked out her navel and nuzzled his way back down to her cunt.

"Oh, Jenny!" He spread her legs wider, actually lifting up her thighs and pressing them to her tits. Sitting on the bed, he bent over her crotch and started slurping, lapping up the pussy-nectar that bubbled from her madly throbbing cunt and dribbled down her crotch. His tongue slipped between her asscheeks, slurping down the length of it, tasting her tangy ass-sweat and her pink, twitching asshole. His tongue probed her asshole and entered it.

Jenny's head swam. Even though she was lying on her back, she nearly fainted. The shock, the excitement, the pleasure were almost more than she could bear. Never in her life had anything entered her asshole, not even a finger, let alone somebody's tongue. She could not believe this was happening, nor could she believe the pleasure her brother's asshole reaming was giving her. She panted with each flick of his tongue against the sensitive walls of her asshole. Her toes spread and clutched and wriggled. She started to wiggle her ass, rubbing it in her brother's face.

Skip was growling, thrusting his tongue deeper up her tasty girlish butt-hole, rubbing his nose against her wet crotch. As the fuck-jui...