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So I (25F) am identical twins with my sister. We are pretty close although we haven’t lived together since early college about six years ago. We are also both pretty good looking.

My husband (32M) has a twin kink that I have known about since before we got married. we have been together for four years, and on many occasions our dirty talk has included either him comparing my body to my sister’s (in a positive way that doesn’t put either of us down) or me talking about how I am a twin or what he would do to the two of us to help bring him to orgasm.

Anyway, his birthday is coming up. in the past I got him nudes of my sister (taken and given with her permission), and nudes of me with my sister (tasteful ones). We even kinda kissed in one picture, it embarrassed me more than her and was the photographer's idea.

I don’t do something like that for every birthday or at regular intervals, so he isn’t expecting anything specific. But I feel like I have been working up my comfort level, and I’m starting to serioysky consider asking her for a threesome with us. Part of me think I should save that for a more specific event, but we aren’t getting any younger. I feel like there is a non-zero chance she will say yes. just hoping it isn’t something I’d regret lol

This is an anecdote from my freshman year of college. I was a friend with this freshman girl and we hung out a lot. I thought she might be into me. We hung out at each other’s apartment, sometimes late into the night, and she would change into PJs in front of me without giving any indication it bothered her. She didn’t get naked, but stripped to her underwear and put on her night clothes, then slipped the bra off from under her top. My memories of those nights are exceedingly clear. I remember perfectly one night how she stopped midway through and did a few last minute, homework tasks on her laptop in just her underwear. Or another time she felt hot and left her pants off, legs bare up to her panties.

Frankly I was too much of a wuss back then to make a move without her saying something. But I tried to demonstrate interest without seeming Aggressive or eager. If we were at my place late at night, sometimes I’d strip down to my boxers and just hangout like that. She acted unfazed then too. trying to hide boners was a killer.

This leads up to one time I went over to her place in the middle of the afternoon. She had weed and we got high. I hadn’t done that often before. It was much stronger than anything I’d experienced in the past. We talked a lot, but I have trouble remembering the topic.

Out of nowhere, she starts to strip. Slowly, without hurry. When she took off her bra without a top on, showing her boobs, I realized she wasn’t just changing. I thought it was finally happening. I started to get naked too, a little faster than her.

I was sitting in the edge of her bed and she approached me. We were both completely naked. She didn’t even seem to notice until she sat down beside me. For the first time she looked at my crotch. i had a major erection. She didn’t look upset, disgusted, or excited. Her lips twitched in a weird way. even with the benefit of hindsight, I can’t say if it was amusement, pity, or something else.

“You need to jizz?” she asked.

”Um, yes,” I said. It wasn’t the way I’d preferred for her to say it.

“okay. Sit up here.” She shrugged. “I could too, kinda.”

She positioned me to be sitting on her bed, crisscross apple sauce. Then she climbed behind me, and sat so we were back to back. She must have spread her legs, because I felt her lean back in to me, using my back for support.

i wasn’t sure what to do until I heard the wet sounds she made with her hand, and then her breathing. So I started to touch myself too. Eventually her head lolled back onto my shoulder. Her hair hung down my chest, and I could almost see the top of her face.

i came after a few minutes, but I stayed in place until she was done a while later. She got some paper towels and I cleaned up my share of the mess. We hung out for a little while naked, then I got dressed and went home.

we stayed friends. I saw her naked many more times And vice versa, but that never happened again and it is as intimate as we ever got. She has a wife now and lives many states away. We are still friends on social media, and send each other happy birthday texts once a year.

I’m 45. My daughter is 24. She has been in three significant relationships that have ended. I have slept with two of her ex-boyfriends and one guy she had been on multiple dates with.

It wasn’t something I set out to do, and I didn’t seduce them away from her. They broke up on their own. My daughter is a very beautiful girl and boys fall hard for her. When she left those boys, they were devastated. She still stays with me half of the time, so my place is a logical spot they come round trying to find her. I’m the empathetic sort so I have a tendency to invite them inside, to talk, if she’s not there to get upset.

Like I said my daughter is very beautiful, and though I’m older we look pretty alike. The first ex and i had a few drinks together while we talked out his heartbreak. Then… he went for me, and I was not against it.

We made out through the house and found ourselves naked in my daughter’s room. (She wasn’t home.) He called me her name when he fucked me. I wasn’t in a state to complain. Didn’t mind really. I didn’t see him again. I like to think I cured him, not that he was embarrassed.

The second was the guy that she went on dates with. She actually brought him round that night. I heard them in her room together. Tried to ignore it… was difficult.

But she didn’t want anything serious with him and he was hurt. He came round and invited him inside. Again we drank and he told me… a lot about their time together. Details a mother shouldn’t know really. But I was drinking and sex talk is sex talk. I made the first move. We reinacted their first night together, although I found myself trying to outdo her, like it was a contest. Based on the noises he made, I think I won.

Her last ex was most recent. They didn’t date very long. I called him after they broke up, asking if he needed to talk. We met at his place. I found myself prying for details about the two of them as he cried into my chest. He had photos that she’d sent him, but confessed they done very little sexually. He had a lot of regrets, both relationship things and sex things he wished they had done together. I could help with one of those. I sucked his cock while he looked at my daughter’s nudes. I think it was therapeutic.

I like to think I’m merely healing the broken hearts she leaves in her wake. What else is a mother to do?

When I was 19 and my brother 23, I had huge crush on two of his friends. One weekend he had three of his pals over, including those two. They were down in the basement watching movies and drinking. our parents happened to be out. So I joined them.

I was in my usual nighttime wear, my panties and a t shirt. Of course the boys were quick to welcome me. I squeezed in between the two guys I liked on the couch. we were pretty cozy. The guys were mostly shirtless, so after a few minutes (and a few drinks) I ditched mine as well. Probably not a surprise, but I want wearing a bra.

After that, things… escalated. Its no small miracle I didn’t wind up pregnant. Deginitely an all-timer of a night for everyone involved!

I (F20) am home for summer from college. Ive been talking to this guy (M21) I went to high school with. He had a party at his place, it ran long and I wound up crashing with his sister (F19) in her bed.

Around 2 in the morning I wake up to the door opening. it’s him. He sits on the edge of the bed and we chat. I was down to my panties and topless. we’ve had sex before, so I didn’t mind him swing me mostly naked.

But things escalate. we make out, and then I’m on my back. it isn’t until he’s in me I remember we aren’t alone. His sister is in that bed too, not a foot away. the lights were out, but I’m sure we made eye contact.

i didn’t stop. obviously. such a weird and unique experience. idk if I can face her again lol.

Pretty short story. I’m planning a beach trip with a few friends, so the other day I went to the mall with my brother (M20) and best friend (F21). I picked out some bikinis and went into a changing room to try them. when I had one on, I called both of them in to see it. It was green with white dots, and fairly slutty. It was low cut to the point where the material of the cups started JUST above my nipple line and the bottoms did cover up my pussy to a satisfactory degree, the back was basically dental floss and left both buns hanging out.

My friend said it looked sexy as fuck and I was about to make her a lesbo, but my predictable brother said it was too revealing.

I was a bit annoyed so I guess I acted out. I said okay, I’ll try something more conservative. And without giving them a chance to leave, I dropped my top and fully exposed my tits. Then I shimmied out of the bottoms.

My friend was grinning and looked totally unashamed to scold me out, not that she hasn’t seen me before. My brother’s expression was guarded, but he took a moment or two to look away. Definitely good a full look at my nips and freshly shaven, lower lips.

Anyway I tried out a few other bikinis but ultimately took home the sluttier one. I think my little bro learned not to complain haha.

My daughter Angela (F22) started staying with me (M45) full time almost 2 years ago. Since her mom and I got divorced she’d mostly lived with her mom, but the two of them had a falling out when Angela dropped out of college. I had seen enough of my daughter over the years, I’d gotten her for weekends and some holidays since the divorce happened almost eight years ago, but this was her first time taking full occupation in her room I always kept for her.

It was an adjusting period, but I was happy to have her. Still I was her father and I had to put my foot down. When she’d been staying for close to six months, I insisted she either needed to find a job or go back to school. I wasn’t going to charge her rent, but I expected her to cover at least some of her own living expenses and have some kind of plan for her future.

She found work pretty quickly. I hadn’t expected her to start stripping.

She was coy about it at first. She confirmed that she had found work and her purchases proved it, but she didn’t want to talk details. Still she was an adult, and I trusted her enough to assume she wasn’t involved in anything criminal.

Angela kept up the charade for a few weeks before I followed her to work one day. With all her secrecy, I can’t say i was too surprised to find her sneaking off to a strip club. Despite her apparent expectations, I didn’t get upset. I did have a lot of… emotions to sort through initially. But once I had, I sat her down, admitted to violating her privacy and asking forgiveness, telling her I knew, and that she didn’t need to keep secrets from me. All I wanted was for to be safe and to have a plan for her future.

She was still cagey about a lot, but slowly she started to let me into that part of her life. She would wag her ”work outfits” in the same loads of laundry as my cloths. she would come home not bothering to cover up the smell of tobacco and cheap drinks. She would joke about her coworkers and (relatively tame) events at the club.

Eventually she invited me to the strip joint. Not to watch her dance. She said that it was a fun bar, drinks were cheap, and she wanted me to bring friends from work to help out her dancer friends. It would be a win for all parties.

I was reluctant, but I had been trying to get her to open up with me. Finally I recruited some buddies and we went.

She didn’t great us at the door. We were there for almost a half hour before she took the stage and I got my first look at her as a… performer.

She went by Angel, which wasn’t the most creative pseudonym. Her blonde hair was a beautiful as ever. Her make up made her almost look like a different person, almost. She had on a what was essential a dark green bikini with a very skimpy top, and over that a fishnet lavender body stocking that left her legs uncovered.

Throughout her routine, men would approach with dollar bills and she’d let them grab her ass or play with her tits. Slowly as she danced, she slid off the stocking. When the song came, she unclamped her top. Her breasts came into view.

A handful of times since she became an adult, I’d seen Angela topless or fully naked. She wasn’t a nudist by any means, but she wasn’t shy. While objectively I knew that she was a pretty women, I had never viewed her sexually or been aroused by her at all.

Until I saw her dancing.

It was like my perspective had been inverted. No matter how old she got, Angela was my little girl. But Angel was the sex goddess of my dreams.

After her dance she came off the stage (her top back in place), greeted us and gave me a hug. She quietly explained that as far as the other workers were concerned, I was an older friend of hers. She didn’t want people treating me oddly for being one of the dancer’s dads.

She sat and talked with us, but was eventually called away to dance for one of her regulars.

It kept me up at night, picturing the dance she gave him.

That should have been my only visit, I should never have gone, but every two weeks now I’ve been taking a rotating roster back to the club. When she can, “Angel” takes the time to visit with us. Often she sits in my lap to make it look to her manager like she’s still putting in work. I guess it feels less awkward sitting in her dad’s lap than one of his friends. It isn’t for me. Even in jeans, I can feel a little too much through those panties and fishnets.

I‘ve gotten a few dances from friends of hers she has recommended. Nothing too scandalous to tell there. A few made out with me when I spent enough for the high class private room. One unzipped my pants and felt my cock through the material of my boxers. I didn’t cum, but it took effort not to I admit. A few have taken off their panties in the high class room, and given me a fully nude lap dance. (With me still fully dressed.)

At this point, two of my friends (while very drunk) have gotten private dances with Angela. As you can imagine, all I could do while they were back there was try not to stare at the heavy curtain and picture what was happening behind it. Unsuccessfully.

When I gave and asked my friends how the dances had been, all they could say was “She’s very good.” Naturally they felt very awkward telling me about it.

I shouldn’t keep going. but can’t stop. I can’t help but wonder what Angela would say if I asked for a dance. And if Angel’s answer would be any different from my daughter’s.

My daughter Angela (F22) started staying with me (M45) full time almost 2 years ago. Since her mom and I got divorced she’d mostly lived with her mom, but the two of them had a falling out when Angela dropped out of college. I had seen enough of my daughter over the years, I’d gotten her for weekends and some holidays since the divorce happened almost eight years ago, but this was her first time taking full occupation in her room I always kept for her.

It was an adjusting period, but I was happy to have her. Still I was her father and I had to put my foot down. When she’d been staying for close to six months, I insisted she either needed to find a job or go back to school. I wasn’t going to charge her rent, but I expected her to cover at least some of her own living expenses and have some kind of plan for her future.

She found work pretty quickly. I hadn’t expected her to start stripping.

She was coy about it at first. She confirmed that she had found work and her purchases proved it, but she didn’t want to talk details. Still she was an adult, and I trusted her enough to assume she wasn’t involved in anything criminal.

Angela kept up the charade for a few weeks but eventually came clean. After all the dodging she had done, I wasn’t overly surprised to find out she was stripping. It was still a lot for me to process.

She was still cagey about a lot, but slowly she started to let me into that part of her life. She would wag her ”work outfits” in the same loads of laundry as my cloths. she would come home not bothering to cover up the smell of tobacco and cheap drinks. She would joke about her coworkers and (relatively tame) events at the club.

Eventually she invited me to the strip joint. Not to watch her dance. She said that it was a fun bar, drinks were cheap, and she wanted me to bring friends from work to help out her dancer friends. It would be a win for all parties.

I was reluctant, but I had been trying to get her to open up with me. Finally I recruited some buddies and we went.

She didn’t great us at the door. We were there for almost a half hour before she took the stage and I got my first look at her as a… performer.

She went by Angel, which wasn’t the most creative pseudonym. Her blonde hair was a beautiful as ever. Her make up made her almost look like a different person, almost. She had on a what was essential a dark green bikini with a very skimpy top, and over that a fishnet lavender body stocking that left her legs uncovered.

Throughout her routine, men would approach with dollar bills and she’d let them grab her ass or play with her tits. Slowly as she danced, she slid off the stocking. When the song came, she unclamped her top. Her breasts came into view.

A handful of times since she became an adult, I’d seen Angela topless or fully naked. She wasn’t a nudist by any means, but she wasn’t shy. While objectively I knew that she was a pretty women, I had never viewed her sexually or been aroused by her at all.

Until I saw her dancing.

It was like my perspective had been inverted. No matter how old she got, Angela was my little girl. But Angel was the sex goddess of my dreams.

After her dance she came off the stage (her top back in place), greeted us and gave me a hug. She quietly explained that as far as the other workers were concerned, I was an older friend of hers. She didn’t want people treating me oddly for being one of the dancer’s dads.

She sat and talked with us, but was eventually called away to dance for one of her regulars.

It kept me up at night, picturing the dance she gave him.

That should have been my only visit, I should never have gone, but every two weeks now I’ve been taking a rotating roster back to the club. When she can, “Angel” takes the time to visit with us. Often she sits in my lap to make it look to her manager like she’s still putting in work. I guess it feels less awkward sitting in her dad’s lap than one of his friends. It isn’t for me. Even in jeans, I can feel a little too much through those panties and fishnets.

I‘ve gotten a few dances from friends of hers she has recommended. Nothing too scandalous to tell there. A few made out with me when I spent enough for the high class private room. One unzipped my pants and felt my cock through the material of my boxers. I didn’t cum, but it took effort not to I admit. A few have taken off their panties in the high class room, and given me a fully nude lap dance. (With me still fully dressed.)

At this point, two of my friends (while very drunk) have gotten private dances with Angela. As you can imagine, all I could do while they were back there was try not to stare at the heavy curtain and picture what was happening behind it. Unsuccessfully.

When I gave and asked my friends how the dances had been, all they could say was “She’s very good.” Naturally they felt very awkward telling me about it.

I shouldn’t keep going. but can’t stop. I can’t help but wonder what Angela would say if I asked for a dance. And if Angel’s answer would be any different from my daughter’s.

I’ve tried to write this account a few times and gotten too bogged down in details to finish. I’m going to try and make it quick and breezy but may miss some details. Feel free to ask for any clarifications.

After my prom my twin sister (F18) and I (M18) both wanted to get laid with our dates but needed a neutral spot to do it. For a lack of funds, the four of us pooled money and were ultimately able to book 1 two bed room hotel room.

We got there after prom. I guess we could have got one at a time, but we were hormonal and a bit drunk.

My sister and her date took one bed, my date and I took the other. we did it with the lights on. It was hardly the first time I’d seen my sister naked, but I had never seen her do all that. She road his cock, road his face, and went down on him. I tried to focus on my girl, but had trouble not watching.

She came many times. I finished in my dates mouth and pussy, and on the sheets at one point.

When we had finished, we all laid there just breathing, naked and exposed for a while. they got she was with mentioned the possibility of “switching.” I didn’t know him real well, I think he forget I was her brother. we all laughed and that didn’t happen.

We had a round 2, slept, and fucked one more time in the lining before we all went home.

She and I are still close, and my sister is still friends with my old prom date.

My daughter has a bad habit of bringing home strays. She is a beautiful 20 year old girl, and every so often a lovestruck dumb college boy will follow her home, and be introduced to me as her “friend,“ and be shown barely any attention by her at all.

My daughter is a lovely, intelligent young woman, but frankly she is far too selective with her attention. Many of these young men are quite attractive, and would be worth at least one good fuck, if she weren’t so damn committed to that boyfriend she’s had since middle school.

But I’m single. And far less specific in my attention.

Her most recent victim was a 19 year old college freshman named Frank. I saw his puppy dog eyes, his sincere affection fated to be scorned, and his nubile body. I knew I couldn’t leave him to waste, unloved. Untouched. So I found some tawdry tasks to do around the house.

”How would you like to mow the lawn and clean my windows? Yes, $100 for three hours. Come by Saturday, while Stacey is out.”

He came that weekend in his torn jean shorts and stained work shirt. He found me in a gossamer night gown, with black underwear on underneath. It didn’t take much convincing that the only work I had for him was inside.

But first we talked. I poured for each of us from a bottle of Jack. With some convincing, he confessed his desires for my daughter Stacey. His deep emotions and his lust. His fantasies. How once he’d almost tried to kiss her. How he had seen her in bra and panties once and it was all he could dream of now. I expected the poor sap to start crying, but he maintained his dignity. Pity. It would have made me hotter if he bawled.

Anyway, it was time to bring the poor lad some comfort. So I let him upstairs. To Stacey’s room.

As planned, she was out. But the room smelled like her and was lined with proof of her existence. Photos of her with friends, athletic trophies, a few articles of discarded clothing.

Somehow, bringing him into the lair of the one he longed for made me lose my patience. I stripped the young man down. His body was fine, but honestly I was interested in it than the intensity and sincerity of his emotions. His cock was throbbing. From the discarded clothing, I found a pair of her panties and wrapped them around his member. I massaged with the fabric, whispering in his ear a dozen racy details about my daughter. Some true, some close enough for him to believe.

His dick twitched, spasmed, and shot, marring my hand, my gown, and the panties with his fluids.

He made to apologies and I smothered those apologies with my out. I pushed him down onto her bed and encouraged his hands in undressing me. Soon I was fully naked hovering over him, and he explored every part of me. Soon he was suckling at my breasts as his curious fingers jabbed at my clit, amateurish.

I gave him the needed guidance and he brought me to a decent orgasm, the first he’d done for a woman I image though he might deny it, and by then his libido was recovered.

At last he was hard and I was warm. Now for the coup de grâce. I selected my phone from the bedside and began to show him pictures I’d selected over the intervening days. Stacey with her friends in swim suits. Her kissing some boy at a party. And several photos from our vacation to a nudist resort last summer: She and I posing together on a beach. our breasts bared, pussies shaved.

The boy could take it no longer. He grabbed me and pushed me back onto the mattress. He entered with wordless desperation. I was so wet. I spoke into his ear:

”You’re fucking the pussy that made her. It’s the same pussy that made her, Frank. Show me you should have her. Show me your the better man. We can make a better baby. Fuck me. Fuck Stacey. You’re fucking her mom. Fill me up, Frank! Do it!”

He came in me, right on Stacey’s bed. I imagined her walking in with her boyfriend, and even though it didn’t happen the thought made me cum too.

Frank quietly got himself cleaned up and thanked me. At his request, I forwarded him the photos. We both thoroughly enjoyed our time, but it seemed clear this would not be an ongoing engagement. I am giving some thought to saving another of Stacey’s strays though.

(I had a hell of a time explaining why the grass hasn’t been mowed when she came back.)

So you can quibble about whether or not this is incest, but my dad and I sometimes share girls.

My dad never had any qualms admitting he wished he had a son. I’m his only kid and I’m a girly-girl. I don’t care about sports, or cars, or hunting. I like my nails, my pretty clothes, purses, etc. The only thing about me that’s in anyway boy-ish is that I’m a lesbian.

I came out to dad in high school. He was as supportive about that as he was anything. it didn’t really come in to play though until later.

One weekend when I was college freshman, Dad forgot I was visiting for the weekend and brought a girl home from the bar. (He and Mom divorced.) They were heavily hammered and not expecting to see me. Still the three of us watched TV and the girl and I hit it off right away. at one point Dad took a long bathroom break, and when he came back she and I were making out.

She was in this slutty little dress with no panties, and I was taking full advantage. She was straddling one of my legs in such a way that I could slide my legs against her pussy and she could grind her knee against my crotch through the fabric of my shorts. I took one of her shoulder straps and slid it down to expose a breast. I squeezed her nipple gently with my fingers, eliciting a groan.

Dad stood paralyzed in the doorway, hooked by what he was seeing but feeling he should go.

The girl made the decision for him. she looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Aren’t you going to help her? Show her what a man can do.”

We went back to his bedroom and soon all three of us were naked, which was less embarrassing then I thought. From there he and I took turns, one us would focus on the lower body while the other got the upper body, then vice versa. So while I ate her pussy he kissed her mouth and tits, then he fucked her pussy while I made out with her, etc. We went for a few hours, slept in a small pile, did round 2 after waking, then ate a hearty family breakfast.

We never met that girl again, but she plays an important role in our family story. Finally dad had found a masculine activist he and I could share: Banging chicks.

That happened three years ago, and since then we have hooked up with around twelve women, a few more than once. Not all of realized we were related. “Broads” can be weird about that.

To be clear, I am a lesbian and (for that and other reasons) never interact sexually with Dad directly. I haven’t fucked him, blown him, or otherwise directly or intentionally made him orgasm. But that’s not to say we avoid contact. I’ve helped him lime his penis up to enter a girl, he grabbed my hips and ass while I was fucking a girl with a strap on, and I’ve eaten pussy after he came in it. (Tasting semen was not my goal only a consequence.) And that’s really only listing a few things that have happened.

Im well aware this is strange behavior. But we like it. We finally have something we enjoying doing together, something where we both learn from each other. I hope we can keep the hobby alive.

Twincest, not twin vest lmao

So I never thought of this as incest or even incestuous, but recently a friend said it was? I figured I would explain my situation to the experts and you could decide for yourselves.

My sister (19F) and I (19M) are fraternal twins. We‘ve never known any other boy-girl twins, at least not well. We are extremely close. We have two older sisters and a younger brother. We get along with them too, but not the same bond as we have with each other.

We have always been one another’s best friends and secret keepers. To my knowledge we’ve never had any secrets between us and fights have been few and short lived. When we were little, space was tight for a family of seven and we had to share a room. We got separate room when our oldest sister moved out, by then we were 14. still, on family trips and stuff we usually wound up sharing a room.

Because we are twins, our family always kinda treated us as a package. If one of us went somewhere the other followed. It didn’t matter where. Camp, outings, a birthday party, a sleep over. except for very brief spans, we were never apart.

I consider my first kiss to have been with my first girlfriend, Rosie. It was at the end of our second date, and is a moment I treasure even though I haven’t seen her in a while. But that isn’t counting kisses between my sister and I. That’s different. It’s not even like kissing another person, you know? We shared a womb, touching lips is hardly more intimate than that. It probably goes without saying that my sister was the first woman I saw naked, and there is effectively no nudity taboo between us. Maybe it sounds dumb, but I never thought about that in terms of incest. We’ve just always thought in terms more like “us” and “we” than “I“ or “she,” if you can understand that.

When we moved out for college, neither my sister or I were too excited about rooming with strangers. So we pooled our money and rented a bedroom apartment. It wasn’t a nice apartment, but it was furnished so we saved even more money not having to buy furniture or transport things hundreds of miles from our parents house.

We’ve been here most of a year, and it’s kind of a relief just being on our own without having to deal with the rest of the family. Not that we don’t like them, but we have a guard between ourselves and them we don’t have between each other. It’s like the freedom of being alone without the loneliness of being by yourself.

My sister has a friend named Jane and I’ve been hooking up with her. Jane thought it was a big secret, but of course I tell my sister everything.

Eventually Jane realized there was no secret and for the first time she came over to hook up with me while my sis was still around. She and I were in the bedroom and she was blowing me. Then the door opens and my sister walks in wearing a towel fresh from the shower. Jane has a mini freak out. she didn’t care that my sister was seeing her naked, they go to the gym together, but was mortified at my being exposed.

”The fuck are you doing? Mark’s dick is out!”

Sis glanced at my cock like she was looking at her purse or a pair of shoes, with neutral familiarity. “Yeah, I see it.”

Apparently Jane was more horny than disturbed because after a few seconds she went back to blowing me while my sister did whatever she was doing (I was a bit distracted).

After the action, Jane and I were reclining on the bed, exhausted and kinda damp, and my now dry sister was sitting, naked, on the side of the bed, only inches from me scrolling on her phone.

When she recovered her stamina, Jane started asking us questions.

”So you see each other naked a lot?”

I guess.

”And you aren’t bothered watching him have sex?”

I wasn’t really watching, but I’m not bothered.

“And wait… do you guys share this bed?”

Typically, unless one of us has company or desires privacy for some reason.

”Wow… That’s uh, no offense but really nothing weird. As someone with a brother I could never imagine seeing him like that.”

Well you aren’t a twin so that makes sense.

”This isn’t normal twin s either. Again no offense, but this is really incestuous guy. Lannister shit.”

I made a face at that. “How could it be incest? We aren’t fucking and anyway, we’re twins. And what’s Lannister?”

Anyway, I’ve been reading Game of Thrones and while i dont think it’s the same thing, but do see where she’s coming from. Idk if what we have counts as incest or not. But evidently the question exists.