Just To See You Smile

Just To See You Smile

Isabelle came crashing into the barnyard in her classic jacked-up 86 Chevy truck and slid to a halt in front of the house, throwing the door open. She unhooked her phone from the radio cable and walked quickly to the front door, where she burst through and hollered for her twin sister Becky. Coming to a stop, she waited for an answer from her identical twin while standing in the kitchen.

“I am in the laundry room,” said Becky, “and what the hell is all the ruckus about?”

Once Isabelle got her answer, she headed to the laundry room, swept her sister into her arms, and gave her a great big hug. Then, holding her at arm's length, she looked deep into her eyes and said, ‘Becky, my love, it is Friday night; we are going booze cruising! For those who had the misfortune of growing up in the city, booze cruising is when you drive around at night on dirt roads, drink beer, and listen to music; it is one of the country traditions passed down for years.

Isabelle and Becky were identical in every way, from their perfect figures to their just-right curves; they were sculpted country goddesses in every way. Every country boy in three counties dreamed about them, but they were cursed with bad luck because when their parents died, they inherited the ranch and swore off sex with anyone but each other.

Becky, put those little cutoffs on that I like so much, and maybe your Texas half shirt, and then meet me down at the truck. I am going to put some beer on ice, and I'll meet you there.

After icing the beer and sliding the cooler in the back of the truck, she stood by the driver's door and waited for Becky. When Becky came wiggling up in the tiny little cutoffs and T-shirt, Isabelle immediately felt a twinge in her groin; damn, her sister was hot, and she could hardly wait to get her hands on her.

“Well, sis, are you going to help me get in this oversized truck”? asked Becky.

Isabelle took her hand and pulled her gently toward the truck, and then, as she went to step up, she put her hand squarely on her ass and gave her a boost. Becky slid to the center of the bench seat in the bright red truck and waited for her hot sister to join her. Pulling herself up by the steering wheel, Isabelle slid in next to Becky and shut the door. As she started the truck, she nonchalantly put one hand on Becky's leg, slipped the truck in reverse, and backed out.

10 Minutes later, they were rolling down a back road, windows down, beer in hand, and singing along to the radio, “Just to see you smile “. As the girls sang, the miles rolled by, the beers went down smooth, and Isabella's hand on Becky's leg began to massage up and down her smooth thigh.

Isabelle couldn't believe how good Becky looked just sitting there beside her, singing in the tiny jean shorts and half shirt. Becky wore a smile, and her twin's hand slid down her leg. Things were fixing to get a whole lot hotter in the truck.

It is easy to say that Isabelle is the more dominant of the two, and it was not uncommon for her to take the lead. In this situation, her mind was definitely turning AS her hand worked up and down Becky's thigh. Isabelle was getting bolder and closer to heaven with each motion until the little bit of denim between Becky's legs was all that stood between her fingers and the wet pussy she wanted to play with. Isabelle used her finger to tickle the bare skin of Becky's inner thigh where it met the denim, making Becky squirm in her seat at her bold sister's actions.

At this point Isabelle knew it was time, her own pussy was throbbing and was wet as hell, she knew she had Becky worked up just by the fact she was rubbing her ass and pussy back and forth on the seat with the motion of Isabelle finger. The beer and music had the girls worked up and primed for each other. Not one for theatrics, Isabelle slid the truck to a stop, pushed Becky back and down on the seat, grabbed the denim between Becky's legs and yanked, instantly turning her Tiny shorts into an even smaller mini skirt and exposing her pantie less pussy, what could Isabelle do when you have your sexy sister in this position, she dove tongue first into the bald little pussy and started devouring it like her life depended on the juices now covering her face.

This was not some frilly love-making session, Isabelle was out to fuck Becky, and as she drove her tongue over and over into Becky’s sweet little slit she actually drove her across the seat until the top of her head was pushed against the door. Becky was in absolute ecstasy, never had her sister assaulted her pussy the way she was now, relentlessly pushing her tongue in and out, then circling her little love button, then taking her whole pussy in her mouth and sucking deeply. Becky's breath was coming in ragged gasps, squalls of delight were flowing from her sweet little throat, and she was thrashing side to side on the truck seat.

Isabelle had both hands on her sister's ass, trying to hold her still so she could continue to tongue fuck her, but she was close to her orgasm and was bucking like a wild horse. Knowing Becky was close, Isabelle concentrated her attack on Becky's clit, flicking, licking, sucking, over and over until it was time, and the fluids started to flow, and Becky froze, then started shaking, and an actual guttural sound was escaping her throat, like a wild animal, and as with such a through fucking there could only be one conclusion, when Becky peaked in her orgasm it was so intense she rolled her head to the side and passed out.

Riding home with Beck's sleeping head in her lap, Isabelle cracked a fresh beer and smiled at what she had just done to her sister. With the sweet taste of her sister still on her lips, she smiled again, thinking about how, when Becky recovers, she is going to ride Becky's face like a one-ton bull at the rodeo.