Stir It Up

You glide out of the room, you felt like you were floating on air. You quietly close the door behind you and levitate your way through the shifting hallway and down what felt like the Escherian stairs. You find yourself at the bottom of the stairs. Had it been thirty seconds or thirty minutes since you left your mother's room, you weren't sure. The effects of the brownies was at full **** and you were tripping balls.

You could hear your grandma and Fiona in the kitchen. Poor Fiona, she'd been cornered alone and was trying to ward off her grandma's pointed questions. All the family secrets were being poked and prodded at and Fiona had no backup. It wasn't right. If only Aunt Peg were here, but she wasn't. You were in no condition to go in there and help out. But it wasn't fair, it wasn't right, you had to help your big sister.

In your baked and weed warped mind there was only one thing you could do.

You enter back into the living room to see things hadn't changed much. You look to your beloved twin. "El...would you dance with me?" El beams a woozy smile at you and approaches. You say. "Chloe, could you sit with Grandpa?"

Chloe stops her robot dance and snaps her head in your direction. "Order received, powering down." Her body suddenly goes slack, she stands for a moment like a zombie before standing straight again. Not acting like a robot anymore she walks over to the couch, scooping up Muff along the way. She takes a seat on her grandpa's lap and curls up with her kitten cradled between them.

Grandpa looks at you and El. "What's going on Jesse?"

You just smile. "You'll see."

We're really doing this?

Yes, I am fucking sick of these secrets. Outside sure, but not in the family. It's time.

The next song comes up on the mellow playlist. As Elsie meets you in the center of the room you slide your arms around each others waists. Forehead to forehead you stare into each other's eyes. Everything else disappears, fading into insignificance. Very slowly you begin weaving and moving to the gentle reggae music. Sliding your nose in beside hers you kiss her once tenderly. As you part you feel her hot breath against your lips.

"Girls..." Grandpa starts to say.

"Shhhh." Says Chloe as she catches on to what was happening. "Just watch. Just watch Grandpa."

You are pressed together as you sway to the beat. You were cheek to cheek, breast to breast, cock to cock, as you moved as one. Your motions becoming more sensual, more sexual, with each passing moment. Your kissing and groping becoming ever more transparent.

You rock, you sway, you kiss, you press and writhe. Every motion suggesting so much more. Even with your dresses still on it was very evident you were both getting very excited by your dance together. Your hardening members rub together through the layers of cloth. Your gyrations ever more sexual.

In unison you say to each other. "I love you."

"Girls..." Your grandpa says again in a hushed tone. "...girls stop...stop this..."

"Shhhh." Chloe says again.

You were all in now. Elsie reaches down and begins to peel your shirt off. You raise your arms to allow her to do it. Her hands running up your flesh as she does so causing rainbows of sensations in your **** and lust addled mind. You do the same with her and you hear her let out a sigh of passion. You don't pause and remove her bra as well, allowing it to fall to the floor between you. She follows suit and soon you are both topless as you writhe to the steady rhythm. Your soft hands run lightly over each other.

You hear something from the couch but don't look over. Grandpa was trying to get up but Chloe wasn't getting up off of his lap to allow him to. She purrs. "Isn't it beautiful Grandpa? They are in love you know. Isn't it beautiful? It's so beautiful."

The pair of you begin really making out. Deep passionate kisses as your hand explore the soft curves and contours of each other's bodies. You continue to move to the music sensuously even as you do so. You thrust and bend with each other in perfect synchronicity. You were practically fucking each other through your dresses. Your desire for your twin knew no bounds.

Grandpa says, this time a little louder. "This isn't right my girls, please stop this. Please stop this."

Elsie sighs. "We can't stop this. Your little flowers have bloomed Grampy. We belong together." You lean down and begin to suck and lick across Elsie's fine breasts as she lets out a soft moan. You run your hands up and down her sides and stomach. "Ohhhh, ohhhh Jesse."

You hear more noise from the sofa. "Calm down Grandpa, everything is okay." Chloe then coos. "Want to dance with me like that? I'd like that Grandpa, I'd like that a lot." She whispers. "Tell me what do you want Grandpa."

El suddenly lets out a small gasp. "Ohhh myyyy god...I feel what you're feeling! I can taste...me...ohhh..."

It was true!!! Even as you gently squeezed and sucked and nibbled on her perfect tits you could feel those sensations play across your own body! The mind blowing **** had taken your twin connection to a whole new level.

You'd barely had time to come to grips with this realization when you hear a startled cry from the entry way. It was your grandmother. "What is going on in here!? Jesse! Elsie! Stop that! Chloe, get off of him! What has gotten into everyone?"

You hear Fiona groan in disbelief. "Oh my fucking god."

To you and El it just didn't matter, you were lost in your shared experience. Pressing hard together you begin kissing and groping at one another with unabashed lust, ever sensation doubled as you feel both ends at once.

One thing was certain. The secret was out.