At the park, a pair of teenage twins fell under Dean Michael’s device during his testing.

They shouldn’t have remembered anything from their time under his control. All the commands should have been purged from their minds.

Instead, they found themselves lusting for each other. Debra and Denise Carter had fallen into lesbian twincest. They had spent the night making love, eating the other’s pussy, and reveling in their newfound passion.

Debra Carter – One Day After Activation

Sucking on my twin sister’s cunt as she sucked on mine was the best.

Denise lay atop me, her round breasts rubbing into my stomach, her nipples hard. My own nubs tingled against her belly. Her silky hair spilled over my thighs as she nuzzled her face into my trimmed bush to eat my pussy.

I did the same to her. My hands grabbed her rump as I delved my lips into the brassy-brown curls of her bush. Her sweet musk filled my nose. My fingers dug into her rump as I thrust my tongue out and slid it across her pussy, gathering up her sweet juices.

What a wonderful way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

My fingers kneaded at my sister’s rump as we devoured each other. Our tongues started out in sync, licking up each other’s slit from taint to clit in the same moment. It was incredible, almost like I was licking myself.

Well, we were twins. So it was like licking myself. I had the same pussy. The same sweet cream and silky bush. We were identical. The same person split into two bodies. We loved each other with a passion.

“Yes, yes, yes,” we moaned together between licks, my bed creaking. We shared a bedroom. It was the perfect place for us to get naughty.

“Debra!” Denise groaned.

“Yummy Denise!” I whimpered back and fluttered my tongue up her slit, my toes curling from the pleasure.

Our licking was getting more and more out of sync, though. As the delight rippled through my pussy from licking my twin, my tongue moved with more erratic flicks. Hers caressed over my folds. She brushed my clit. That sent a naughty burst of bliss through me. I groaned, my body shaking as she licked at me. Her tongue caressed over my pussy lips, teasing me.

It was incredible to feel. A naughty sensation to experience. Her tongue thrust into my cunt. She thrust her tongue into my depths and danced it around inside of me. I groaned as I squirmed on her, the pleasure rushed through my body.

I loved it.

I savored every moment of her naughty tongue licking and lapping and swirling around in me. The pleasure was amazing. An intense bliss that swept through my body. My toes curled. I groaned as I thrust my tongue into her cunt.

Her sweet juices soaked my taste buds.

The taste of my twin sister’s cunt suffused my mouth.

My fingers kneaded her rump. I clenched and dug them into her hot flesh. I was so glad that we had started making love yesterday. That after going to the park, something had changed between us. This wonderful realization that incest was not only okay, but amazing.

Delicious.

Something every pair of twin sisters should explore.

My fingers slid into her butt-crack. I slid my digits up her rump and found her asshole. I swirled around her naughty sphincter as her tongue fucked in and out of my pussy. She thrust her appendage in deep and hard into my cunt, dancing it around before she pulled out and did it again.

Neither of us could remember how we broke our hymens, but I was glad that mine was gone so she could jam that tongue into my depths. It was incredible to feel her swirling it around in me. It was amazing. An outstanding thing to experience. It was just the best.

I trembled beneath her, my finger caressing her asshole as she did such naughty things to me. My cunt loved every second of it.

She fucked her tongue in deep and fast. She caressed around in me. It was fantastic. I loved every second of it. I savored every last moment of her plunging her tongue into my cunt as I thrust my finger into her asshole.

“Debra!” she gasped as my digit sank into her backdoor. “Ooh, you naughty sister!”

“So naughty,” I said and then thrust my tongue into her pussy, soaking my taste buds in her sweet juices.

“Take this!”

Her hand slid up my inner thigh, her asshole clenching on my digit. She slid her fingers through my curls and found my juicy pussy lips. I gasped as she thrust a pair of digits into my cunt. I groaned and clenched down on them. Two dainty and naughty fingers reamed me out.

Then her mouth sealed on my clit. She sucked.

I bucked beneath her, a shudder of pleasure rushing through my body. My bud throbbed between her lips. My pussy clenched down on her fingers thrusting in and out of my cunt. I whimpered into her twat. She squirmed atop me as she did it, her silky bush rubbing on my mouth and lips, tickling me.

I pumped my digit in and out of her asshole faster and faster. I reamed her naughty backdoor and plundered her cunt. My orgasm swelled as she nursed on my bud, moaning about my throbbing clit. I groaned, too, shuddering beneath her.

We moaned. Groaned. Whimpered.

We loved each other the way only twin sisters could.

It was amazing. Fantastic. Incest was the best.

I fucked my tongue in and out of her forbidden cunt. I rammed my digit to the hilt in her velvety bowels. Her hot flesh clung to me while she churned my cunt up with her finger. She stirred that honey pot up to a froth while dancing her tongue around my clit.

I couldn’t take much more of this. The bed creaked beneath us. The heat built and built in my cunt. That swelling ache to climax shuddered through me. I groaned at the heat that built and built in me. It swelled me towards an orgasm.

I would explode. Burst with rapture.

I groaned and sucked with hunger on her clit. I nursed on her with all my might. It was fantastic. It was amazing to enjoy. I loved every second of it. I savored every last moment of that naughty delight building me towards my orgasm. I jammed my finger deep into my sister’s asshole. I danced my tongue around in her cunt.

“Yes!” she gasped and sucked hard on my clit.

Her juices gushed out.

I gasped as my twin came first. Her sweet cream bathed my mouth and lips. I groaned and gulped it down. I licked and lapped up her cream. I savored every moment of it. I loved every last second of her juices gushing out of her. They were amazing to drink. Just a wonderful experience to gulp down.

She squealed around my clit. Her passion buzzed around my bud. It drank in the delight. I burst in rapture.

I came, too.

“Debra!” she moaned between licks of my cream flooding out of my spasming pussy around her digits.

“Denise!” I gasped.

The pleasure rushed out of my pussy, my flesh convulsing around her fingers. She ripped them out and sealed her lips around my pussy hole. We drank each other’s orgasmic delight. I groaned beneath her, my nipples throbbing and aching as the bliss rushed through me.

I loved the incestuous passion flooding through my body. It surged into my mind, a fantastic bliss. Amazing rapture. I groaned, drinking down all her sweet passion. I swallowed every drop while she lapped up mine. I gulped it down with such hunger.

I bucked and squirmed beneath her. I savored every last second of her cumming and gushing juices into my mouth while I did the same to hers. Denise moaned, her asshole writhing around my digit. We bucked and moaned and climaxed together.

I hit that wonderful peak. I hovered there, floating on—

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Both my sister and I squeaked in fright at the sudden rapping on our bedroom door. Denise flew off of me, ripping my digit out of her asshole as we stared at our door in fright. The room was warm and stuffy, reeking of incestuous musk. The forbidden aroma of lesbian twincest brimmed in the air.

“You have chores to do, girls!” Mom shouted at us. “Flower beds to weed. You can’t just hang out in there all day.”

“We’ll get right on it, Mom!” Denise squeaked.

“Yeah!” I gasped and then rolled off the bed. If Mom burst in and found us naked and sweaty. I threw myself at my sister’s bed thinking I could get beneath the covers.

“Right now, girls,” Mom said. “I mean it.”

“We will!” I gasped, struggling to pull blankets from the bed.

But Mom didn’t come in at all. She just walked off. I shuddered as I heard her footsteps retreating. I groaned and fell down on my sister’s bed. I stared up at the ceiling, my round tits rising and falling. I licked my lips, soaked in sweet pussy juices.

“Oh, my god, she almost caught us,” Denise moaned.

“Yeah,” I groaned. Then I shuddered. “Weeding? Fuck.”

“Right?” she said. “Fuck.”

I nodded. Mom would be on us to get it done. She would badger and badger and badger us until we went out there and did it. I sighed and sat up, my round tits heaving. My sister did the same, her brassy-brown hair falling about her face, her round tits firm and perky. We had the same body. Mostly. I had a scar on my leg, real faint, that my sister didn’t have, and she had a little mole on her hip I lacked.

Just superficial stuff. Our soul was the same. We were united in passion.

We both grabbed the same outfit. It wasn’t like we ever planned to, we just often did. We were so close that our personalities could blend together. We went with tight shorts that made our butts look amazing and then tank tops pulled over our round breasts. We weren’t wearing any bra or panties. We tied back our brassy hair with scrunchies, pink for me and purple for her, and then we headed out of the room.

We washed our faces off in the bathroom, and I sucked the sour taste of my sister’s asshole off my digit, before we headed downstairs. Mom was puttering around cleaning while the lawnmower growled to life in the backyard.

My sister and I slid open the glass door and stepped onto the back patio. Dad was wearing a pair of jean cutoffs and a wife beater that clung to his physique. I bit my lip. I knew Daddy had muscles—he worked out—but I had never realized just how sexy they were. My cunt clenched. This wave of heat rushed through me.

“Oh, my god,” my sister groaned. “Please, please tell me I’m not the only one getting wet.”

“Dripping here,” I said, watching Dad pass us. He glanced at us and smiled, oblivious to how hard my nipples were poking at my tank top.

“Mmm, he’s sexy,” Denise added. She grabbed my hand, squeezing tight. Those were the fingers that had just been in my pussy. That made this even hotter somehow.

“We should seduce him,” I said.

“Right?” My twin glanced at me. “Incest is so hot.”

“Yes, it is.”

I glanced around. Daddy was moving parallel to the house as he worked his way back and forth. I glanced around and spotted the perfect flower bed. I nudged my sister. “Let’s start weeding there.”

“Weeding,” my sister groaned. Then she glanced at me. “What is going through that pervy brain, Debra?”

I winked at her. “You should be able to figure it out,” I said as Daddy moved the lawnmower away from it. “You’re my twin. I’m counting on you.”

“Oh, oh!” she squealed in delight, drawing Daddy’s gaze. He’d heard her over the loud rumble of the lawnmower. “You’re right.”

I grinned as we hurried to grab supplies out of the shed, weeding gloves and a bucket, then we rushed to the flower bed. It was a collection of daffodils and tulips with a rose bush to anchor one end. We knelt down and aimed our tight shorts right at Daddy. When he had to march back across the backyard, he’d be greeted by two naughty rumps clad in skin-tight shorts.

We both bent over far as we could, making sure our rumps were nice and up in the air as we half-heartily weeded. I could hear the lawnmower growing louder and louder. I shuddered and put a wiggle to my hips.

Was he looking at us?

The lawnmower grew louder and louder. He was right behind us. Was he staring at our rumps? I threw a quick look and his eyes were ahead. Was he onto us or just watching what he was doing? I couldn’t tell. I bent over lower, really thrusting my butt up and out at him.

I wiggled my hips as I did it, brushing against my sister’s. My cunt grew so hot and juicy. The lawnmower froze for a moment behind us. I felt like Daddy was admiring a gorgeous view. I hoped he was.

Then the lawnmower turned and the roar dwindled as he moved away.

“Did he like it?” Denise asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “But he’ll have to do a few more passes. Scoot down the line. We need to be right before him again.”

“Right,” she said.

We moved down, the beauty bark digging into my knees. We ripped up weeds as Daddy reached the fence and made the return journey. Then the wiggling began again. He had to be staring at our teenage asses. What man could resist two sexy butts before him waving back and forth?

His daughters’ butts. His twin daughters’ butts. That had to turn him on, right?

Incest was so sexy. So amazing. That thought had been rattling in my mind since the park yesterday. What if Daddy didn’t know that? My sister and I would have to teach him. Show him how amazing it was.

The lawnmower roared closer and closer. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I was so juicy. Was there a dark spot in my shorts right on my pussy. I wished I were shaved so I could have a nice cameltoe. These shorts were that tight. They rode into my butt-crack. I didn’t adjust them. I just pretended to work.

He was right on us. I could feel his eyes on our butts. He had to be lusting after us. I whimpered, wanting to masturbate right now. I felt the lawnmower behind us. The power of it. The scent of gasoline and cut grass washed over me.

I shuddered, wiggling my rump.

Then Daddy turned away again.

“Oh, my god,” my sister groaned. “This is so hot. I’m so fucking wet, Debra.”

“I’m soaking my shorts,” I moaned and then we scooted down again, lining up for his next approach.

It was so sexy every time he came back towards us. We had three more times to tease him. Three more times to feel him getting closer and closer and closer to us. Our butts wiggled, our faces hot in the warm sun. I felt a bead of my pussy juices trickling down my thighs. That was how wet I was.

I wanted Daddy to fall to his knees and rip down my shorts. To ram his cock into my pussy. Right here. In the open. I didn’t care about anything else. I bit my lip. I groaned, the rapture surging through my body.

It was incredible.

A heat that would have me exploding in ecstasy. My pussy clenched, the heat rushing through my body. I wanted to masturbate. To just rub at my cunt through my shorts right as he advanced on us. He would just rip his cock out and fuck our pussies.

It would be so amazing. He would have me screaming and gasping and cumming so hard on his big dick. It would be so much better than my sister’s digits. His dick had made us in Mommy’s womb. It would be so hot for him to be in our wombs.

Making babies in us.

Then the lawnmower died.

“No,” I groaned, ripping up a weed in frustration. Dirt fell from its roots. I shoved it into the bucket. “Don’t stop.”

“Come fuck us, Daddy!” moaned my twin sister softly.

“We’re ripe and ready!” I whimpered.

But he was pulling off the bag to dump the grass in the mulch pile in the corner behind the little fence. I shuddered and tore out another weed. He wheeled the lawnmower into the shed and then headed inside without even a word.

Not even a, “Looking good,” compliment or, “Love seeing you girls weeding.” Something that could hint we had turned him on. Even, “Hot day, isn’t it?” would have been something. My pussy clenched.

I growled. We had more weeding to do.

My sister and I were savage with the darned things. We were balls of frustrated lusts, forbidden passions needing an outlet. We ripped. Tore. Destroyed. Weeds hurtled into the bucket as we moved our away around the yard. I grew dirtier and sweatier, but the lusts didn’t dwindle.

We had to do more.

An hour later, the weeding was done, and we dumped the bucket onto the mulch pile and headed inside. We rushed upstairs, grabbed clean shorts and tank tops, then hopped into the shower together. That wasn’t unusual for us. We hopped into the stream.

Had each other cumming on the other’s fingers in a minute flat.

We kissed and squealed our orgasmic delight as our cunts spasmed around our digits. The warm water fell on us, washing away the dirt and sweat as we reveled in our depraved lust for each other. I shuddered, savoring every moment of it.

“We have to do better,” I said. “We need to get him hard for us.”

“Right,” she said and pulled away. “Sunday night football’s back on. He’s going to be watching the game after dinner.”

“And Mom’s going to want her ‘me time,’” I said, smiling.

We whispered our plan and slipped out of the shower, both of us buzzing with excitement.

It was Sunday, so dinner was a simple affair of sandwiches and mac ‘n cheese. We scarfed it down. The game was starting up. Daddy sank into his throne, the recliner, to watch it. He kicked it out, wearing a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt. He looked so sexy with his black hair cut short and his chiseled chin with a shadow of whiskers.

“Daddy!” my sister and I squealed and both of us flounced onto him.

He grunted. “Debra! Denise! What!”

“We want to watch the game with you,” we said, squirming on his lap and leaning back against his chest.

“I think you can do that from the couch,” he groaned as we squirmed our teenage asses against his crotch.

“But it’s more fun with you,” I said.

“You can tell us about the game,” she said. “Who’s playing?”

“The Atlanta Falcons and the San Francisco 49ers,” he said, groaning as we squirmed on him.

“Who are we rooting for?” I asked, grinding my rump into his crotch. I felt something swelling on the edge of my butt.

“Er, the Falcons,” he said. “Can’t root for the 49ers, can we?”

“Nope,” I said. I had no idea why. But if that’s what Daddy wanted, that’s what we would do. “Which team’s the Falcon?”

He groaned as I stared at the TV. The players were lining up for kickoff. My hand slid down between my sister and me to land on his crotch. Her hand joined me. Daddy gasped as he felt where our hands were resting.

“This really isn’t comfortable for me,” Daddy groaned. “Girls, you’re too old for this.”

“Oh, Daddy, we’re not too old to be your little girls,” Denise said.

“We’ll always be your little girls, Daddy,” I cooed, squeezing his cock.

He groaned as I did that. His dick pulsed through his shorts. I loved the feel of him. He let out a strangled moan as I kept massaging him. He was so hard for us. This was so wild. My sister’s hand joined me, feeling his length.

“You girls...” His words trailed off as Mom entered the living room.

“What are you two girls up to?” she asked, suspicion in her eyes.

“Watching the game with Daddy,” I said.

“Yep,” my sister said.

Daddy had gone completely still, his cock pulsing in my hand as Mom shook her head. “You’re going to crush him. You’re not kids any longer.”

“Daddy’s strong enough,” my sister said.

“Yep!”

“Well, I’m going to enjoy my ‘me time,’ so try not to be too loud.” She headed for the stairs, shaking her head.

“Me time,” was Mom’s code for relaxing in the bath, drinking chardonnay, and reading trashy romance novels. Maybe she also masturbated; I didn’t know. She did it most nights. She would go to bed right after.

So it was time.

The moment the doors closed upstairs, my sister and I sprang into our attack. We both turned around and knelt on Daddy’s lap. He stared at us with this look of fright on his face. He knew what we were up to, and it scared him. We were his daughters. He shouldn’t be afraid of us.