Everything's better with twins.

At first, you’re sure Melanie is going to ask the two of you to go screw yourselves -something that certainly won’t be a problem-, but then she blushes again and turns her head away -for a whole three seconds- before her eyes peek back at you.

Amused, you decide it’s a good idea to check the taste of Miltia’s lips again, just to make sure you remember it properly. Yup, still tastes delicious. Considering the pleased moan she lets out, her opinion of yours go along those lines too. Her arms coil around your neck and she uses you for leverage to get on your lap, squishing her soft breasts against your chest.

You put a hand on her thigh and are trying to decide whether to caress your way towards her ass or pussy when Melanie’s voice distracts you. “Oh… fuck it.” She stands up, hands reaching for the strips holding her bikini around her body, and making both pieces come loose with a resolute tug.

It’s… admittedly not as sexy as her sister’s show, but charming on it’s own way. Especially with that ‘oh, shit what am I doing?’ expression on her face telling you that, in spite of her obvious arousal, she’s barely managed to talk herself into doing it.

Without breaking the kiss, you take stock of Melanie’s bare body. Her hands, still holding the pieces of her swimsuit by the strings, are held behind her. She remains motionless, apparently unsure of what to do now, bur giving you a nice view anyway. Long legs and modest by very well-shaped hips, flat stomach and small but perky breasts. Lithe, but full of curves. It was obvious but her body is almost a mirror image of Miltia’s.

In fact the only difference between the twins beyond their hair's length is a faint scar on Melanie’s left shoulder that you probably should ask about later. Well, that and the fact she trims her bush instead of shaving it off.

Tired of her sister’s passivity, Miltia breaks the kiss and gets down your lap and behind you, arms now on your chest while her breasts press against your back. “Come on, Mel.” She invites in a sultry tone. Damn but the girl has a sexy voice when she tries. “Just like I was doing.”

Still with the deer-on-headlights expression, Melanie takes a couple of steps towards you. Then her eyes fall into your very erect dick and she stops again. Blushing, gulping with difficult and then blushing a bit more, hands wandering closer to her snatch before she reigns them again. It’s not hard to guess what she’s thinking about.

Finally, she forces herself to move again, hesitantly walking all the way to your side and awkwardly climbing into your lap to side straddle you. At first she puts her hands on Miltia’s arms as if to not touch your skin. Considering she’s sitting her naked body on yours, is kind of pointless.

She also tries to position herself as far away as possible from your member which, amusing or not, doesn’t really lend to a pleasant make-out season, so you reach your hands fordard, grasping at her hips and pulling closer. Miltia snorts at her indignant squawk and holds her by the shoulders when she tries to pull back.

Melanie makes to squirm for an instant before freezing again, no doubt feeling something hot and hard grinding against her leg with the movement. Deciding enough is enough, you take advantage of that to press your lips against her. Surprisingly, she closes her eyes and relaxes, accepting it without any more resistance.

Her lip gloss tastes like mint, you note distractedly, focused on trying to coax them open with your tongue. It takes a while for her lips to part and, even then, her tongue behaves like a curious but frightened animal, accepting but the faintest caress before retreating back inside her mouth. It takes a good while, and a lot of patience, to progressively go from there to a proper french.

Honestly, had you not spent the last hour having steamy sex with Miltia, you wouldn’t have the restraint for it. Once again, you reflect on the irony of the forward twin being so reserved when it comes to sex. Busy as you are with that, you almost miss Miltia’s soft breasts leaving your back.

Apparently, she’s feeling neglected and a bit impatient about Melanie’s pace, because she puts her hands on her shoulders, gently but firmly pushing downwards until your kiss breaks and she can claim your lips herself over her sister’s head.

Hmm… strawberry lip gloss. You didn’t notice before, assuming -somewhat naively- that to be her lips natural taste. But now that you’ve had the chance to compare each twin’s, the contrast makes it all the more noticeable.

Trapped under Miltia’s weight -and breasts- and against your front, Melanie must be feeling snubbed, because she decides it's time to stop being timid about this and grabs hold of your dick. She tentatively rubs it up and down, before shrugging and taking it into her mouth. Your hips buckle at the unexpected wet warmth.

“No fair Mel!” Miltia complains “I haven’t done that yet!”

With that, you have the two gorgeous girls kneeling in front of you, Melanie stubbornly holding the head of your dick in her mouth, tongue wildly tracing the surface, while Miltia opts for long, slow licks along your shaft while playing with your balls with a hand.

A moan escapes Melanie’s throat, making her lips vibrate around your shaft and sending waves of pleasure down. When you check for the reason, Miltia winks at you, a hand going behind her sister, fingers straight into her crotch. The combination of the visual and physical stimulus send you over the edge, your thick spurt filling Melanie’s mouth and making her ****.

Any regret you feel over spurting without warning vanishes when her only reaction besides standing up is to raise her head as to not spill anything, eyes half-lidded and cheeks blushing in bliss, hands going to her chin to scoop up whatever cum they can find.

Miltia’s pale hand caresses her way up and around Melanie’s neck, gently positioning on her nape for a moment while both sisters lock gazes, before pulling her in a greedy kiss. There’s a moan of protest, and a feeble attempt to pull away, but soon there’s a very different kind of moan filling the air along with wet suction sounds.

It takes exactly zero seconds for the espectacle to get you hard and willing again, but you decide against interrupting. Who are you to get in the way of some sister bonding, after all? Still, as the seconds tick away, you grow restless -not bored, never bored of something like that- and walk all the way around them, before stopping behind Melanie.

“Well?” You whisper on her ear. “Is there something you’d like to do now?”

The kiss finally breaks, and both sisters turn towards you, eyes glazed with lust. For a moment you wonder whether they broke, but then Melanie smiles. A shy little thing that doesn’t do much to hide her eagerness.

“Okay stud.” She says, resting a hand in her tilted hips. “I did promise you something, didn’t I?” She saunters towards the lounger.

Once there, she looks back to you without turning and slowly, very slowly, she lowers herself to rest her hands on it, raising her ass in a very provocative fashion in the process. Then she looks back again and, to top it off, wiggles her hips tantalizingly.

“Well, stud? Are you going to make me beg for it?”

Hell no you aren’t. In fact it takes some effort not to simply pounce at her like a beast. Instead, you manage to remember she’s never done this before and do your best effort at sending a reassuring smile as you walk closer. You sure hope the smile works, because there’s no way you’re stopping now.

Standing right behind her, you take on the sight of her pale body bent on display in front of you. Her long silky hair falls on a side of her head, leaving her back completely exposed to your gaze. In spite of her delicate frame, there’s taut muscle beyond her soft skin, the sign of a healthy and active lifestyle. You frown a bit when you notice a scar on her left shoulder matching the one in the front, but those thought are quickly put aside for later consideration.

Putting your hands on her hips, you notices she’s shivering slightly, whether because of excitement or fright is hard to tell, but you assume there’s a bit of each. With enough strength it can hardly be called ‘soft’, you run your hands around her hips and ass, rubbing, massaging and groping to your heart’s content.

Melanie’s soft moans become more needy and erotic as you keep at it, until she finally breaks in a cry of pleasure when get a bit closer to rub her slit with your erect cock. She’s flooding down there.

It only surprises you mildly when Miltia gets under the both of you to continue licking you, getting a good taste of her sister’s fluids on the process. Soon after, when Melanie start bucking her hips to help along your own movement, you decide it’s high time to do the deed.

Holding her in place by the hips, you position yourself, penetrating her with a single, resolute trust. Her back arches, and she lets out a cry louder than any before. Cursing internally, your remember you can take the pain of the first away time and yet you didn't, but immediately set on numbing the pain and increasing the pleasure.

Melanie isn’t as quiet as her sister, but still manages to speak even less than her during sex. Each of your trust is accompanied of a loud moan, that becomes louder and louder as her own pleasure increases. She’s also more proactive, meeting your moves with her own, using both her hips and arms to thrust herself faster and deeper.

At some point the moans get muffled, but you’re too focused on pumping into her to really register Miltia has somehow wormed her way under Melanie and is mauling her tits and eating her mouth again. Feeling yourself closer to the edge, you use again the trick to go faster than possible, biting back the urge to cum until you feel her go suddenly tense, only then letting your load go into her depths.

After that, Melanie collapses bonelessly. The exact same reaction her sister had her own first time. As opposed to then though, she ends on her sister’s arms, and you let yourself fall in the lounger right beside them, panting heavily.

You don’t have long for yourself before the both of them recover, siting on each of your sides and tracing your back with a hand, sending needy looks and coy smiles your way. With a sigh you’re not really feeling and a big smile, you get up to keep going.

Best. Night. Ever.