Matching Madison: Chapter 4

I managed to stay awake until finally falling into bed at almost 9pm. And I didn’t even have any coffee!

Since I’d gotten pregnant, I hadn’t touched caffeine, alcohol, or a cigarette. And I knew for a fact that Madison had been stupid enough to drink at least two cans of Coke over the last few months.

It made me feel so good.

I had to be better than my twin.

The strange dreams returned—even weirder, they didn't feel like dreams. They felt like memories.

My sister's body pressed against mine. Her tongue making its way into my mouth, her hand moving up my thigh. Her body shaking and shuddering as she came.

So vivid. So real.

Our tongues had touched while we were going down on Aaron, and the previous day we'd made out for almost an hour before pulling back, but we'd never gone any further than that.

She was my twin. And a woman! I'd never been interested in women, even one as attractive as Madison.

Is that immodest to say? We're identical twins, after all. Admiring her feels like a display of vanity… especially since I'm the hotter twin. Aaron has never said it, but we all know he thinks so.

And his was the only opinion that mattered. I’d do anything for Aaron’s approval.

But in the dream, I'd gone so much further than I'd ever gone with my sister. So much further than I'd ever had any interest in going with a woman.

Our hands had roamed freely, our mouths moving as fast as our fingers. I'd explored every inch of Madison's skin, while she'd done the same to me. She'd been on top of me, grinding her pelvis against mine, her pregnant belly pushing against mine while her hand had moved down, down, until it was reaching between my legs and rubbing me just above my underwear.

I'd moaned, arching my hips upwards, and Madison had smiled. "Mmmm, you like that?" she'd teased.

"Yessss," I'd gasped in my dream. "Don't stop."

In response, I'd felt her fingers slide over the fabric of my panties. The tip of her finger had pushed through the cotton material, gliding along my wet folds.

"Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgod!" I'd cried out, my hips bucking upwards. It had never felt like this before. It was so intense!

Madison had grinned, pulling her finger out and wiping it on my upper thighs before kissing me again. "How about this?" she'd asked, touching my breasts through the negligee I was suddenly wearing. "Does little sis like this?"

Madison was older by like nine minutes. Something she never stopped reminding me of.

It was annoying. But in the dream, it was also hot.

In response, I'd just nodded. I'd nodded, pushing my tits forward. I couldn't remember ever needing anything as much as I needed my sister's touch—her hands on my boobs, her mouth on mine. I needed my sister more than I'd wanted anything in my life.

"Come here," she'd said, pulling me towards her. "Let me taste you."

Her mouth had latched onto my nipple, sucking hard. Something we'd done in real life, so many times—Aaron liked the sight of two pregnant twins sucking the milk out of each other's engorged tits. He loved it. And we'd done it for him, but it had never been anything sexual.

It had never been something I'd, y'know. Enjoyed.

But now here I was, dreaming about that very thing. A wet tongue on my breast, sucking hard. Madison's tongue. My sister's tongue. My nipples were getting stiffer, the pleasure growing stronger with every slurp.

In the dream, Madison had moved her hand down to my crotch, sliding a finger under the waistband of my panties. Her touch was so soft, so gentle, so perfect. And when she slid a second finger inside me, I'd broken.

"Oh god… Madison…" I'd groaned, shivering. "Please… please…"

She'd laughed at my words, but when her fingers curled, I'd cried out, jerking and moaning beneath her.

And then I'd woken up.

I'd woken up, groaning and panting with need. I'd woken up, the memory of my dream feeling more real than reality. I'd woken up before my sister had finished touching me, panting and squirming underneath my bed sheets.

And when I glanced over, I could see Madison was also awake. We were a perfectly matching pair—pregnant, naked (we slept in the nude in case Aaron wanted to use us for his pleasure in the night). Identical in almost every way.

Except that I was hotter, of course.

"Madison," I groaned, unable to help myself. My sister's lips curled, and she rolled over to face me. She propped herself up on one elbow, smiling softly, a question forming in her eyes.

"Good dream?" she asked, her voice low. She sounded sexy, seductive, with an underlying note of lust in her tone.

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat.

"So good," I whispered, unable to look away. It had felt so real, like something that had already happened. Like something that had been happening for months.

"I bet," Madison purred, leaning forward. She paused, inches from my face, the two of us staring into each other's eyes and breathing heavily.

I couldn't look away. I couldn't move.

The silence grew, filling the room like fog. A thick, lusty, hazy fog.

Madison was staring at me, and I could feel her eyes burning into me. I could feel their heat, feel them scorching my skin. It felt like I was being burned alive.

"Madison," I breathed, and she closed the gap and kissed me.

A soft kiss, her full lips on mine. Her tongue swept across my lower lip, coaxing it open. Her tongue slipped inside, tasting me.

My breathing hitched. My heart pounded in my chest. I could barely breathe. I could hardly think.

I'd never kissed a woman like this before, never dreamed of doing anything like this. I was straight, and I always thought that I would stay that way.

But now, here I was. Dreaming about sucking another girl's tits. About licking pussy. About being fucked by a woman.

And not just any woman. My sister. My twin. My rival.

Madison.

I wanted it so badly. And the moan coming from my sister's mouth as our tongues danced told me… she did too.

"Oh, god," I sighed, closing my eyes and tilting my head back. Neither of us had to say what we wanted and what would happen. We knew, in that way that only twins do.

We knew each other better than we knew ourselves.

I spread my legs slightly, giving Madison the access she needed to plunge her fingers deep into my pussy. It was just like the dream, but real. So unbelievably real.

"God, sis," Madison moaned, biting my neck. "You feel so fucking good."

She was right. I did. I felt amazing. I felt like I was floating. I felt like I was flying.

"I want you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I wasn't sure if she heard me, but I didn't care.

I reached down, stroking my sister's leg, running my fingers across the smooth skin. My sister's other hand was cupping my breast, squeezing it gently.

I moaned, arching my body towards her. "Please," I begged, spreading my legs wider. "I've always wanted this. Always wanted you."

The words left my mouth without consideration, but as soon as they did, I knew they were true. All my life, my fierce rivalry with Madison… it had been masking an undercurrent of lust.

My obsession with her body. With her tits, her ass, her legs. With the way she fucked Aaron.

It was because I wanted her.

Because I wanted to fuck her.

"Me too," Madison gasped, kissing me again. She pulled away from the kiss, leaving my lips tingling with arousal and need. Her fingers were still buried deep in my pussy, and she moved her thumb to my clit, slowly, teasingly.

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

"Giving you what you want," Madison said, smirking. "And I have so much more to give."

I whimpered, reaching down and gripping my sister's leg. Our bodies were pressed together, our stomachs pressed together, our breasts. We were a perfect match. Twins.

We kissed again, hard. Hot. Passionate.

Our tongues dueled in our mouths, swirling around each other and tangling together. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies, touching skin, touching flesh.

I felt Madison's fingers moving faster and faster, and I was close—so, so close. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was.

My sister's fingers were driving me insane, and when she pressed her thumb firmly against my clit, I came undone.

I screamed, gasping for air, my body spasming as I climaxed.

"Fuck," I gasped. "Oh god… fuck."

"Like that?" Madison asked, grinning. Her expression was playful, mischievous. "Want some more?"

Her words made me shudder, and I nodded.

"Yes," I panted. "Please. Now and forever."

To my surprise, she removed her hand from between my legs. "My turn," she pouted, and my eyes lit up. I crawled on top of my twin, straddling her lap, pressing my breasts against her chest.

She was hot, so hot, and her breath was heavy against my neck. I slid my hand between us, finding the wetness between her legs and stroking her pussy gently.

"That feels so good," Madison moaned, running her fingers through my hair. She kissed me again, this time passionately, her tongue delving into my mouth.

We kissed and touched and fucked for what seemed like hours. I lost track of everything except my twin and the sensations. My fingers stroking her slit, her hands on my ass, my mouth on her breast, her mouth on mine…

The room was filled with nothing but moaning and panting.

"Keep going," she murmured, running her fingers through my hair. "Just like that."

I smiled, sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy. I was so happy, so blissfully happy.

After years of searching, I felt like I'd found my match.

"Oh god," Madison groaned, her fingers digging into my ass. "Oh god, sis. It feels so good." Our tongues intertwined once again, her hands roaming across my body, caressing, groping, touching. You'd think our stretched bellies would've gotten in the way, but somehow they never did. It was like we were made for each other.

A perfectly matching pair.

I moaned, arching my back and grinding my hips against hers. Her fingers were still inside me, moving slowly, teasingly. The pleasure was intense, but I was holding back my orgasm for the moment.

I wanted to feel this incredible pleasure for a while longer, to relish it. This was what I'd been missing for years. I was making love to my twin. It was everything I could have ever hoped for.

When I looked down at my sister, I saw that she was watching me, her eyes burning into mine.

"You're mine," I said, my voice low and husky. "You'll always be mine."

"Always," Madison agreed. She leaned forward, her head dropping to my shoulder. She kissed my neck, my collarbone, my breasts. "Yours… and Aaron's."

That's what made me cum. My back arched as my orgasm rippled through my body, and I realized Madison was cumming too. Two twins, cumming with the knowledge that we belonged not only to each other, but also to Aaron. That we were owned, two perfect pieces of property.

Knocked up with his babies. Controlled by him. Dominated by him.

"Fuck," I gasped, rolling off of Madison. "Fuck!"

My twin smiled, lying back on the bed. She was breathing heavily, and she looked so beautiful, so sexy, so perfect.

"This is so fucking surreal," I said, shaking my head. "When we were growing up, I never thought… I never…"

My brow furrowed. Of course, I'd always known I would end up with Madison. We were made for each other. We were a perfect set, meant to fit together.

"I did," Madison replied. I thought I saw a flicker of doubt for a second, but then it disappeared. "I always wanted you."

That was right. I'd always wanted my sister, and she'd always wanted me.

Always.

I could feel the uncomfortable thoughts flitting around, just outside my conscious brain's reach, but as Madison leaned forward to kiss me again, they disappeared. She replaced them with pleasure, as I'd always known she would.

I'd wanted her my whole life.

We spent the rest of the day like that. Entangled, sharing the feelings we'd repressed for so long—or not talking at all.

Making love, the way only twins can.

Aaron did a double-take when he came home and found us like that—more than just sisters, more than just twins, more than two women both carrying his children.

Lovers.

No, more than lovers.

There isn't a word for it, but that's what we were. More than lovers, more than twins, more than anything. It was like we were one soul in two bodies.

No wonder we'd both fallen so hard for Aaron. No wonder we'd been so competitive—we'd both known, somehow, that we were his soulmate. Not me, not Madison.

Both of us. We were one shared soul, and Aaron was our mate.

Now that we'd finally realized this, we no longer had to fight. We didn't have to compete. We could share him. We could share ourselves fully with each other, with him.

We were his, and he was ours. Madison and I were twinned souls. We were more than just each other's, we were each other. I loved Aaron the way one loves a partner. I loved Madison on a whole different level, one that's impossible to describe. It’s a twin thing.

He wasn't our boyfriend; we'd made that very clear. But I knew, somehow, that we belonged to him. We were a unit that belonged to him—to do whatever he wanted with us.

And when he found us naked in bed together, languidly kissing, knowing precisely what the other liked, he did exactly what he wanted with us. He did what any hot-blooded man would do if he found two beautiful twins like us naked, looking at him invitingly.

None of us slept much that night.

Sharing a bedroom with Madison had felt like a hassle. God, I had been in denial, hadn't I? Now, it couldn't have been more perfect. We weren't just sharing a bedroom, we were sharing a life. We merged our wardrobes (my competitive nature had refused to let me acknowledge that we were the same clothing size) and prepared for our children to be born. With identical twin parents and the same father, they'd biologically be full siblings, and we planned never to tell them which of us had borne which.

The fact that we were sharing a bedroom was handy, because a month later—a month before our shared due date—Aaron announced that his new girlfriend was moving in. He'd continued bringing girls home with him over the past few months. Madison and I strove to act normal, of course; while we (and Aaron) understood the perfection of our twincest, we knew the world wouldn't, that we'd have to hide it.

Somehow, that made it even hotter.

"Girlfriend?" Madison asked, glancing at me to see how I was taking the news. My heart burned with love—her first concern was for me.

And I'd noticed her glance because I'd been doing the same thing. We stared at each other, sharing a moment as only twins can, before returning our attention to Aaron. Without a word, we’d confirmed with 100% certainty that neither of us was even slightly jealous.

We existed for Aaron's pleasure. We belonged to him, and he was our world… but we didn't claim to own him, not even a little. We had each other, and that was more than enough for us.

If he was happy, that brought us nothing but joy.

"That's fantastic," I beamed, my hands resting on my swollen stomach. "Is she cute?"

"Cute's not the word I'd use," Aaron said, laughing. "But she's pretty hot."

"I can't wait to meet her," Madison gushed, rubbing her belly affectionately.

Aaron grinned, pulling me onto his lap and kissing me. I went gooey, as I always did when Aaron kissed me, and Madison just smiled as she watched.

When he finally pulled away, he cocked his head. “You have a lot in common with her."

"Oh?" I asked, feeling slightly giddy. Aaron's mouth always did that to me.

"Uh-huh," he nodded, not looking at either of us. "She's a twin."