Ashley and Jennifer

Ashley Capistan and Jennifer Fergoski both celebrated their twenty-first birthday. Both girls were five-ten, both weighed the same, they both had strawberry blonde hair that hung straight to mid back. Both girls had 34-23-30 hourglass figures, nice round and firm C-cup breasts, and what many would call beautiful bubble butts. If one would put the two girls side by side, they would pass as twins!

They were twins! Unfortunately the two girls were separated at birth, given up for adoption by a young, teen mother. Ashley ended up in a busy city, near New York, while Jennifer lived on a farm in Oregon. Neither girl knew of their identical sibling; only Ashley knew she was adopted. Ashley was more outgoing and sexually active, never holding down a serious beau and occasionally taking a female partner to bed. She experimented and enjoyed her sex life. Jennifer, on the other hand, was more conservative, dating her high school sweetheart. She had let him take her virginity on graduation night, and had remained true to him ever since. Neither one was married; both girls lived at home with their parents.

Something strange happened on this fateful day though. Both girls woke with a splitting headache, not a great way to start celebrating a twenty-first birthday. Ashley rose from bed and padded naked through the room and into the adjoining bathroom. She started the shower, letting the steam warm the room and the tile floors before climbing in. Ashley had big plans set for later in the evening, she was partying with a large group of her friends. At that exact same moment, Jennifer was pulling herself from beneath the covers, used to getting up at the crack of dawn (thanks to living on a farm). She dragged her feet across the throw rug in her room and the wooden floor in the hallway, before pitter-pattering across the cold tiles in the bathroom. Jennifer started the shower and waited for the steam to warm her body before she removed her flannel pajamas. As she climbed into the shower, she began wondering what Jack, her boyfriend, had planned for her tonight. She silently hoped he would propose, but knew better than to raise her hopes.

As Ashley showered, she let the lather linger on her skin, slowly sliding along the silky curves as the sudsy bubbles obeyed gravity, traveling down to the tub. Ashley idly stared at her ripe melons, watching her nipples pucker into tight buds as her mind turned to her sexual escapades the night before. She was amazed that her body would react this way to the mere thought of what she did. The more Ashley concentrated, the hornier she became. It wasn't long until Ashley could feel the familiar tingle of need growing between her legs. Her hand slid down her breast, slowly tweaking the nipple into hardness before twisting the other one to equal rigidity. Ashley leaned against the shower wall, knowing that she couldn't leave until she was satisfied. She closed her eyes as her hand drifted down to the soft nest of finely trimmed curls, parting her lips and exposing her pink interior. Her middle finger slid along the moist slit, teasing her clit before sliding back down. Ashley continued teasing herself, nearing the point of ecstasy where she would collapse onto the shower floor, as she had done so many times before. She pushed her middle finger into her tight cavern, feeling her muscles clamp around the single digit. Ever so slowly, she stroked the finger in and out, feeling herself against her finger.

Meanwhile, Jennifer was showering as usual, methodically going through the daily ritual. She would normally get in, shampoo her hair, rinse, then quickly lather her body, rinse and get out. Something odd was happening today though. As Jennifer stood in the shower, she felt her body tingle. It tingled in ways it never did before. The feeling was so intense, that she froze in the shower as the feelings exploded in her body. She stared down at her breasts, watching her nipples tighten into hard nubs for no apparent reason. Her legs began to tremble as a growing twitch developed in her loins. Suddenly an explosion went off in her body forcing Jennifer to lean against the shower wall. Having never masturbated before, Jennifer found herself pawing at her breasts with one hand, and shoving three fingers into her tight hole.

Ashley now had three fingers thrusting in and out of her well-stretched snatch, but she couldn't get off. She was determined to relieve the tension before getting out of the shower. Without thought or provocation, Ashley grabbed the back brush hanging on the wall. She placed the long wide handle at the entrance to her dripping honey hive. With one, long, slow, deliberate thrust, Ashley impaled herself onto the handle. Two minutes later she was humping up and down on the cock substitute, cresting on the tidal wave of pleasure she knew was about to overtake her. Ashley's legs locked, the fake cock entrenched in her depths. Her body shook with tiny tremors until the wave crashed, forcing a gasp of air to escape her lungs, leaving her panting for more.

Jennifer's body trembled and shook with violent spasms as she brought herself to orgasm for the first time. She was winded, and panted heavily trying to fill her lungs with much needed air. After finally recovering, Jennifer slumped to the floor of the shower, sitting there, wondering what had just happened to her. Her body simply took over, and her mind went blank during the ordeal. Now here she sat, having masturbated for the first time ever, and having to admit that it was the first real orgasm she ever had.

Slowly the two girls pulled themselves from the shower, headaches gone, yet both wondering why they had behaved so wantonly.