“Ahah! Always the sore loser, eh Ly?” Lori quipped, her bright laughter and mocking words sounding ever louder, growing inexorably nearer.
Bug-eyed with fright yet stifling their snickers, savoring the rush of adrenaline on top of the endorphin high still buzzing inside them, Julia and Mike shared one final parting smooch as he withdrew his thick semi-hardness from her well-fucked, cum-flooded pussy with a lurid slurping plop. Once uncoupled, mother and son rearranged their clothes as best and as fast as they could while the girls got dangerously closer to the front door.
Luckily, by the time Lori’s victorious chuckles and Lyla’s raspy breathing echoed from the hallway, Mike had already rushed upstairs to his room and Julia had retreated to the kitchen, her dress straightened up and her sex-tousled blonde hair nicely tied up in a ponytail.
As her daughters walked into the kitchen, Lori grinning and Lyla sulking, Julia had a big warm smile on her flushed face and two bottles of cold water in her extended hands. Even as she felt her son’s creamy cum starting to ooze from her tender pussy to soak her hastily rearranged panties, the buxom mother still spoke in her kindest, most affectionate tone to the twins.
“Hey, girls! How was your run? Wow, Lori, you’re barely even sweating. Good job, sweetheart! Oh Lyla, honey, are you okay? Here, sit down and drink some water, you really look like you need it…”
*****
That night, Julia cooked the two most appreciated among her personal specialties: her it’s-too-good-to-be-really-veggie lasagna and her fabled, super yummy chocolate cake. Since she would be away with Jennifer for the weekend, Julia made massive amounts of both dishes, thus leaving generous leftovers, much to the coral approval of Mike, Lori and especially Lyla.
The awareness that the next day there would be more of her mom’s lasagna and, most importantly, more of her sinfully good chocolate cake put Lyla in such a good mood that, after watching some TV with Mike, she retired to her room to work on her latest idea for a screenplay. Happy and sated, Lyla sat up in bed and started tapping away at her laptop with purpose, feeling particularly inspired.
Soon, she got so much into her writing that she completely lost track of time. She didn’t even notice that Lori had sneaked in until her voice broke the perfect calm cloaking the room.
“Uhm, Ly…”
Her twin’s voice brusquely snapped Lyla out of her creative trance, startling her and making her look up from the screen for the first time in what felt like minutes but was actually more than two hours.
“Shit, Lo! You scared me!”
Blinking her bespectacled eyes and tilting her head, Lyla took a second to drink in the slim, toned figure of her twin sister standing by the door leading into the bathroom that their rooms shared. As a pajama, Lori was wearing just Lyla’s baggy old Bikini Kill T-shirt. Based on Lori’s thin mischievous smile, Lyla easily guessed that her twin was not wearing any panties and had not come just to say goodnight.
“I thought you’d come to my room…” Lori said with a pout, sitting down on Lyla’s bed. “Are you still mad at me about this morning? Is that why you didn’t come to me sooner?”
“What?! No, of course not!” Lyla chuckled, noticing the mix of nervousness, uncertainty and arousal playing on Lori’s sculpted visage. “Don’t be silly, Lo. I was just super focused… What time is it, anyway? Well, whatever. I really think I’m on to something here!”
“Oh yeah? What is it? Not some crazy horror story again, please…” Lori ventured, arching a thin eyebrow.
“It’s epic stuff, Lo! For real!” Lyla exclaimed, trampling over her twin’s doubts with a maniacally beaming smile. “It’s about the 27 Club, you know, with all the dead rock stars that died when they were twenty-seven. The main idea is that they never really died at all but are in fact held captive by the government on a mysterious island in the Bermuda Triangle, until one day they manage to break free and they start unveiling a bunch of conspiracies and ultimately inspire a worldwide revolution! Jim Morrison is their leader, of course, Amy Winehouse is the funny one, kind of, and at some point it will turn out that Kurt Cobain is actually the Second Coming of Jesus! Pretty fucking cool, uh?”
“I don’t know, Ly…” Lori mumbled, visibly unconvinced, her mouth scrunched in and expression of doubt. “It sounds even weirder than your last idea, the one with zombie dragons. What about a nice love story with, like, vampires and werewolves like Twili…”
“No!” Lyla roared, her eyes bugging out and her tone getting uncharacteristically angry as she interrupted Lori before she could finish. “Lo, seriously: don’t you ever dare speak the title that shalt not be spoken in my presence! Never, okay? Jeez, why do I even bother asking your opinion anyway… You have the most boring taste in TV and stuff! There’s a lot more than just ‘boy meets girl’ when it comes to plot, you know.”
“Yeah, that’s so true,” Lori giggled, “I’m more of a ‘girl meets girl’ kinda gal myself!”
Chuckling along with her twin, Lyla turned back to her laptop and resumed tapping away, shaking her head and thus making her wild blonde tresses ripple all over her shoulders. As she watched her sister write, Lori’s gaze strayed to the jutting upper slopes of Lyla’s soft huge tits, left generously exposed by her tight tank top.
Far from deterred, Lori persisted: “So, are you gonna be done soon? Like, should I wait here, maybe…”
As she spoke, Lori ran a hand gently down her twin’s naked arm and then along her leg, starting at the knee and slowly reaching up to Lyla’s shorts to linger there, her fingertips brushing against the inside of Lyla’s smooth shapely thigh, tickling her lightly. When Lori leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her neck, Lyla couldn’t help but shiver with pleasure and let out a husky purr, followed by a throaty laugh.
“Mmh, Lo… You dirty little slut, you!”
Pushing her laptop away, Lyla turned and threw her arms around Lori’s neck, pulling her closer until their tits were pressed together through their clothes and they were joined in a deep soulkiss. The sisters’ smooching lips matched each other perfectly and their tongues moved together in a slow, flawless dance as they enjoyed the taste and warmth of one another’s soft, welcoming mouth. Lori’s hands were already shifting lower from her busty twin’s cute tummy to the crotch of her shorts when Lyla suddenly pulled back.
“Lo, I really need to finish writing this down,” Lyla murmured, though with less conviction than before, meeting her horny sister’s gaze and seeing her own arousal reflected there. “I’m on a roll tonight, seriously. It’s always a bad idea to stop when the creative juices are flowing, you know?”
“Aw no, Ly, come on!” Lori protested, already grinning as she added: “So, it’s like, you care more about your creative juices than my pussy juices?! That’s totally insane!”
Both sisters laughed at that, leaning against each other. Their foreheads were touching as Lyla spoke. “I’ll come to your room when I’m done, if it’s not too late. Or I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, big time. Okay?”