A Girl and Her Twin Brother, Chapter 9

by S. J.

As it turned out, rather than be nursed, I got to “nurse” the phallus sooner than expected. At my insistence, each of us took a quick shower in order to remove the salt and sand. The showers were quick and non-sexual. Once the showers were over, we returned to the patio. Completely alone and not the least chance of being interrupted.

"Sydney, will you show me how you play with ‘Allie?’" I begged.

"Sure," she stated, with a reply as confident as any experienced girl could be.

At first I moved away from both of them thinking that a wide angle view would be preferable. Sydney positioned Alfred on the chair as she seated herself on the floor in front of him. Instead, I repositioned myself, sitting on the floor next to her, intent upon getting a close-up view.

I was totally captivated by how he didn't need to spread his legs for Sydney to get access to him. With females, I was all about spreading their legs. “No need for that to get access to ‘Allie,’” I thought.

Sydney grasped the phallus with two fingers and her thumb, then moved them to his foreskin and pulled out on it. It stretched out in a way I never imagined, lengthening the flesh by an inch or two. Alfred didn't move at all, although I could see he was enjoying the attention. It was obvious that he was comfortable with my presence too. She pushed on the skin toward his body, pulled out, then back and forth. I could tell Alfred was being pleasured. I sure was. “A very different kind of finger-fuck,” I thought.

Without warning, she easily inserted her forefinger in the hole in the skin, using her thumb and middle finger to grip the penis. I was mesmerized. I couldn't believe that that part of the boy was so flexible. I wondered if this was how Alfred played with himself.

It appeared as though she buried her finger up to her knuckle inside him. I wanted to touch my clit, but I restrained myself since I wanted to touch "Allie" even more. Again, without any advance warning, Sydney recessed the foreskin over the tip of the phallus. All that skin disappeared, or so it seemed to me, as if he had no foreskin at all. Its appearance was altogether different, less appealing and actually frightening to me, if only initially. I quickly realized that I much preferred the foreskin in its natural position.

But then, when I considered how it would enter my mouth, with the skin fully covering the head, I couldn't see it. And didn't think I would care.

She pulled the foreskin forward, returning it to its normal position. By now he was erect, standing straight up. I thought it was beautiful, quite feminine in a way I couldn’t figure out.

"Kiss him," I suggested to Sydney, meaning of course the phallus. I told them I wanted to watch Sydney do this. Alfred said, "Okay," but Sydney told me she wanted me to do it.

I didn't hesitate. I traded places with her, first kissing him lightly on the mouth. For my first boy kiss, it wasn't at all repugnant. I was shocked. I assumed it would be. In fact, it felt rather good.

While I held on to his legs, I moved my mouth toward "Allie." The kiss to his mouth didn't calm me, although I thought it might. In fact, it made me even more nervous. Rather than kiss the phallus, I took it all the way in. I buried the small phallus in my mouth. His body moved to my face, straining to give me all of it. I sucked, quickly realizing that the foreskin would respond. Then I used my tongue and the roof of my mouth to take the foreskin away from the rest of the phallus. I soon released it. When it was almost out of my mouth, I grasped the tip with my lips, pulling on it. Then I proceeded to suck on the foreskin. By now Alfred was distinctly attempting to thrust in my mouth, although he was not at all forceful.

When I looked up at him, from below his "Allie," he was smiling. I couldn’t smile with him in my mouth, but I hoped my facial expressions would show both of them my delight.

As I took it all the way in, I thought of it being a “sucker” in my mouth. But not like candy at all. One that stayed, rather than dissolved. One the felt better with each passing moment. With a slightly salty taste, remaining from the ocean water that he failed to rinse off.

For a fleeting moment, I thought of what it would be like buried in my pussy. Somehow, I quickly realized I preferred it in my mouth. Only my mouth.

Luckily, Sydney reached over to caress my clit. Her touch could not have been better timed. My union with brother and sister was being fulfilled.