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HORNY TWIN IN LIBRARY

I remember when we were 16 years old. We were in high school and spent much time in the classroom. Some days were dull, you know, with many tasks, study time, and these things that would construct a greatest future, but slaving you to bore things.

Some particular day we were in library filling a lot of papers handwrite and concentered to end the homework, the place was quiet and noiseless, maybe four persons in a big area, very private; my sister had a hair up and glasses, with a pen who help her hair to be held and a white shirt that marked the circumference of her boobs. In the place, there was a big window with natural light that helped her look much pretty.

She didn’t know I was seeing her, putting special attention to all the details in her face, neck, and chest. I wondered why there was another person who was equal to me, and I felt like I was in the third person.

I really tried to get back to my duties, but my sister looked so sexy, I imagined I was a guy, and she was me. I wanted to understand what I needed to do to be so hot in the eyes of another person or guy. What see a guy when he sees me? What he feels? What is he turning on? I remember seeing her lips, her honey color eyes making match with her glasses, and her thin neck being kissed for a random guy maybe demon guy and feeling the strong attraction! As a mosquito to light. I felt my clitoris wake up making me feel tickles! And I stopped the trance because she asked me something that certainly, I don’t hear.

She asked me if everything was good and told me that we need to continue working to end the homework (each one contributed a part of the homework, and after that, we combined effort to present the same homework with different names but some little variations) I start again with my duties.

Some time passed, and I started again with my thinkings. I wanted to understand the strong sensations that I had felt. I started again seeing my twin to connect with the inner me and after some time I was connected again with my own trance.

Likewise, I remember that in this time I was concentered in her boobs, thinking if I were a boy maybe this part of the body makes will excite me. I was seeing the form of her round boob and it don’t make me feel the strong sensation that I felt last time, possibly because I was thinking forced no like me, but, like a boy. Perhaps boys and girls are stimulated in their brains differently; boys think in forms and shapes, and girls think in more complex and abstract ways. I tried to reach my thinking deeper, and I focused on the nipple area. Many guys don’t understand girls’ amazing good sensations in this area.

I imagined being a boy and with my mind stripping the white t-shirt of my twin until to reach to pinky nipples with my tongue; in this time my clitoris felt activated again, making me feels tickles until reach to the point of force me to put my index finger over my clitoris to press it and get some relive it who was unquiet and exited. I repeated this per third time, thinking this time in whole area, lips, eyes, thin neck, and nipples, I Imaged me be forced to have sex, being stimulated in this part of my body. I was there, seeing my twin, used her as a bridge to reach a deeper inner connection with her/me, and when I imaged a demon destroying the white T-shirt, my clitoris exploited in sensation to end in a strong orgasm, a quiet orgasm, but intense only inside my body. No reaction, no noise, only me and my legs being contracted and another hand breaking a pencil.

My twin asked me why I broke the pen. I only said that the ink was empty and that I was going to continue writing to finish the homework with another pen.

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