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On Christmas Eve, my twin sister Sam and I kissed a lot, and played with each other’s big breasts and nipples in the shower. I wiped my long red hair away from my face while she said, “Thanks, Pam! That’s really nice.”
“You, too! Can I play with your kitty?”
“Sure! Let me rub yours.” I liked her very long blonde hair. Mine only touched my nipples, but hers draped all the way down to her navel.
We got partially clean, mostly by accident, while fondling each other to climax under the shower head. We hugged to keep our balance, then I gave her another kiss. We finished washing up while she commented, “That was great, but I heard taking a man inside you is even better, if he knows what he’s doing.”
I draped a bath robe over myself and handed her one. I said, “I can’t wait ‘til we can kiss men and have real sex, instead of just practicing. Sucks that Mom and Dad won’t let us date until we move away for college.”
“Yeah. I wish we were twenty-one, so we could go to bars and dance clubs, and do the other really fun stuff.”
I pondered aloud, “I wonder what beer taste like, and how it makes you feel. It must be good. Dad drinks some every weekend.”
She ventured, “Maybe it’s like smoking. Cigarettes are stinky and tickle your throat, but you feel weirdly nice, too. Mom smokes all the time, so she must like ‘em a lot. You wanna sneak downstairs and try some beer? There’s most of a case in the garage. Dad won’t miss two cans.”
I knew we were too young, barely a month past eighteen, but agreed, “Cool! Let’s go. Shhh!” I held a finger in front of my lips, then opened the bathroom door.
There were sounds coming from our parents’ bedroom, at the end of the hall by the stairs. They must have been praying intensely. When we snuck past, the bed was making a lot of noise and Mom repeated, “Oh God! Oh God!”
We silently walked to the stairs, and were careful to avoid the squeaky third step from the top. That’s how Mom caught us sneaking up to bed a week earlier, after we smoked the first time. At the bottom of the stairs I looked to my left. I noticed something on the coffee table, next to the Christmas tree. I whispered, “Mom left half a pack of cigs in the living room! We can smoke again, too!”
Sam agreed, “Cool!”
I took the ashtray and cigarettes to the garage, with my sister right behind me.
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After four cigarettes and three beers each, we were dizzy and a little out of our minds. We staggered back into the house, and Sam marveled, “Wow! So many presents by the tree! Like double last year!”
I wondered, “Huh? They weren’t there when we came downstairs? Right?” I wasn’t sure.
“I dunno. Let’s see what we got!” She ran the five steps to the tree, and I eagerly followed. I grabbed a box with ‘Pam’ on it and heard wrapping paper tearing.
Somebody behind us loudly cleared his throat. “AHEM!”
I turned and saw Mom and Dad in their pajamas, looking quite unhappy. I was even more surprised that Santa Claus stood between them! My twin and I gasped, and Santa held out a long scroll. “I visited you girls first, because you’re at the top of the ‘Naughty’ list.”
Mom and Dad looked over his shoulders as he read, “Not doing homework, not doing your household chores, smoking cigarettes at only age eighteen, drinking beer at only eighteen, lesbian kissing, peeking at your father while he changed clothes, peeking at your mother in the bathroom, sniffing your parents’ dirty underwear, lesbian incest! Whew! The list goes on and on! You two are some of the naughtiest girls ever!”
Mom and Dad looked even more angry. I glanced at Sam. She was terrified, like me.
Santa said, “There’s only one solution to this. You two keep wishing you were old enough to do things. Fine. You’re old enough now.” He set the scroll down and reached into his pockets. He handed my twin and I small, laminated cards.
I read in amazement, ‘Driver’s License – Samantha Jones – age: old enough.’
I smiled but said, “But I’m Pam.”
Santa sighed, took the cards from our hands, and switched them. He handed me one with ‘Pamela Jones – age: old enough.’
He said in annoyance, “Even I can’t tell which one is who. Anyway, Merry Christmas! Hohoho!” He touched his nose and disappeared. Moments later, there was a lot of noise from the roof. We looked out a window and saw reindeer pull his magical sleigh across the sky.
Dad ordered, “Put the presents down. We’ll open one at a time. We’ve had enough chaos around here!”
Sam meekly said, “I already opened this one. I think it’s for Mom.” She held up a carton of menthol 120 cigarettes.
Mom said, “No, it’s yours. Go ahead and smoke, you’re old enough. Pam, you open one next.”
I finished the gift I started to tear open earlier. I was amazed to find a six pack of beer! Dad said, “You can drink ‘em. You’re old enough. Constance? You next.”
Mom carefully removed the paper from a small box without tearing it. Her cheeks quickly reddened. “It’s a strap-on dildo! OHMIGAWD!”
Dad said, “You can use it with the twins later, they’re old enough.”
Mom said, “Girl-on-girl sex is weird and disgusting. But I guess, since they’re old enough. Your turn, Larry.”
Dad picked up an envelope and opened it, then took out ten small paper coupons. They all said, ‘Good for one blowjob from either of the twins, any time.’ My sister and I were shocked, but Mom said, “You’re old enough. Once we finish opening presents, I wanna watch.” She smiled.
My sister opened her next gift, a long, thin, double-headed dildo! She eagerly ordered, “Lay down, Pam! I wanna try it!” I was unsure about losing my virginity, but felt a compulsion to lay down and let Sam stuff part of it in me.
Mom and Dad looked quite unhappy. They always stopped us from kissing or making out before, and complained about incest being disgusting. Mom had a thing against lesbians, too. Still, she said, “Well, I guess they’re old enough. Go ahead and Jill each other with it, girls.”
We laid on our backs on the sofa, with our butts almost touching and my sister’s knees inside mine. I felt a tearing and some pain as the big rubber toy entered me, but it hurt SO GOOD! After that, wave after wave of pleasure hit me, as my twin slid the big double-dick in and out of us.
Dad stared and exclaimed, “WOW! This is so hot! I wanna use a BJ coupon, right now!”
Mom agreed. “Sure, they’re old enough.”
He walked over to me and dropped his pajama bottoms. “Lick your mother’s juice and my cum off me, then suck out some more.”
I felt nauseous and disgusted, but opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I licked the tip of his big dick and tried to recoil at the nasty taste, but something forced me to keep licking. I was disgusted at first but gradually began to like it, since I was old enough.
Mom opened another gift, an envelope. I couldn’t see her with Dad in the way, but she said, “Cunnilingus coupons! GROSS!”
Dad disagreed, “They’re old enough. Go ahead and use Sam’s mouth. You can tongue-fuck 'em and sixty-nine later.”
Mom grumbled, then changed her mind. “Well, okay, since they’re old enough. Lick me ‘til I cum, Sam.” She undressed and straddled my sister’s face.
Dad and I watched Sam licking and kissing her slit. He said, “Girls eating each other is SUPER HOT!” His dick slid further into my mouth. It touched the back of my throat, and I had to swallow the head. “Wow! Deep throat! This is so great! YEAH!”
We had a four-way simultaneous orgasm, as my twin slid the dildo in and out of us, and our parents fucked our mouths. Thankfully, I didn’t taste Dad’s semen, since it sprayed directly into my stomach. I learned to love the flavor a week later, after about ten doses.
After some rest and afterglow, Dad held up a coupon with, ‘Good for a year of daily sex with both twins.’ His smile seemed too big for his face. He told us, “Get dressed and go the gas station, girls. We need condoms, lots and lots of condoms!”
Mom held up an identical coupon and agreed. “You heard him. And a couple bottles of champagne, to celebrate. You’re old enough.”
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