Chapter 181: Identical Twins, Identical Kitties

The heat in Luca’s chest had become unbearable, a pressure building behind his ribs with every passing second, every flicker of Luna’s tongue across her own lips, every soft sound she made.

He’d been holding back, trying to be patient, trying to let her set the pace—but patience had limits, and he’d reached his.

Suddenly he pulled back and Luna blinked in confusion.

She barely had time to process the change before his hands were on her skirt, bunching the fabric, finding the edge of her underwear beneath.

And he pulled.

Both garments slid sideways in one rough motion, baring her to the cool air, and Luna gasped, instinct slamming through her like a wave.

Her thighs snapped together, her hand flying back to cover herself, to hide what he’d revealed—

But Luca was faster.

His hands caught her knees, rough and insistent, and pulled. Her legs spread wide despite her efforts, despite the flush of mortification that burned across her cheeks and down her neck.

He held her open, pinned her there with nothing but the force of his will and his grip, and then—then—he looked.

’There it was.’ He thought. ’What I’ve been waiting for.’

Luna’s little pussy.

It was beautiful. There was no other word for it.

The same pale, flawless skin that covered the rest of her stretched smooth over her mound, not a single hair breaking the surface, everything clean and perfect and waiting.

Her outer lips were plump, juicy things, pressed together in a shy seam that already glistened with the evidence of her arousal.

They looked impossibly soft, like they’d melt at the slightest touch, like his fingers would sink into them and never want to leave.

But it was when he gently pressed his thumbs to those outer lips, spreading them apart, that the true sight revealed itself.

Her inner lips were soaked.

Glistening like they’d been dipped in oil, pink and fleshy and utterly debauched, every fold shining with the wetness that had been building between her thighs for the past hour.

They quivered under his gaze, tiny tremors running through her as she realized just how exposed she was, just how completely he could see into her.

Her clit peeked out from its hood, small and swollen and begging for attention, and the whole picture—the pale mound, the pink flesh, the impossible wetness—made his mouth water.

“You two really are the same.” He murmured, almost to himself. “Who would’ve thought?”

Luna’s head snapped up to look at him with confusion.

“What? What do you mean? Same as who?”

Luca looked up from between her thighs, and there was something knowing in his eyes. Something that made her stomach flip.

“Your sister.” He said simply. “Lulu. She’s got exactly the same pussy as you. There’s literally no difference at all.”

For a moment, Luna couldn’t speak.

Then she forced a laugh, awkward and disbelieving.

“N-No way. Luca, there’s no way that’s true. We’re twins, but—we’re not identical identical.”

“I mean, look at us. My breasts are higher than hers. She’s got a bigger ass. I’m taller, she’s shorter. I’m more slender, she’s—she’s a little more…curved.”

“Just because we have the same face doesn’t mean everything else is the same.”

The thought of having the same vagina alone made her skin crawl—not with disgust, but with something more complicated.

The idea that her sister’s most private place might mirror her own, that Luca had been there, had seen that, and was now looking at her the same way—

“No.”

Luca shook his head, and his voice held absolute conviction.

“I’m not lying to you, Luna. I’m telling you the truth. You and Lulu have the exact same pussy.”

He leaned closer as he spoke, his breath ghosting across her exposed flesh, making her shiver.

His thumbs spread her wider, opened her more completely, and she felt impossibly exposed, impossibly seen.

“Whether, it’s the color.” He continued, his voice low and fascinated. “Or the plumpness of your lips. The size of your clit. The way you get wet—both of you, it’s exactly the same. I’d bet anything the tightness is the same too.”

Luna opened her mouth to argue, to protest, to say something—

But Luca didn’t wait.

Two fingers dragged through her soaked folds, collecting her wetness, sliding easily through the slick flesh.

And then, slowly, he pushed them inside her.

Luna’s whole body seized.

“Hmmmm!♡~”

It was the first time anything had ever entered her there.

The sensation was overwhelming—pressure and stretch and a fullness she’d never imagined, her inner walls clutching desperately at the invasion, trying to understand what was happening.

Her breath caught in her throat, her fingers digging into the blankets beneath her.

“Oh God—Luca!” Her voice came out high and strained. “Slow, please, go slow—it’s so tight!”

But Luca didn’t slow. He maintained that same steady, unhurried pressure, pushing deeper and deeper while her inner walls clenched and fluttered around him, trying desperately to accommodate this invasion.

He watched her face, watched the way her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open, watched until his fingers were buried to the knuckle inside her tight, hot cunt.

“Yeah…”

He murmured, almost to himself, fascination coloring his voice.

“You really do have the same tightness.”

He glanced up at her, that knowing look returning.

“I had the exact same experience with Lulu when I explored her pussy. I could probably have you both by my side with my fingers inside and I wouldn’t ge able to tell”

Luna couldn’t respond. She couldn’t think. She could only feel—feel those fingers inside her, feel the way her body was simultaneously trying to push them out and pull them deeper.

Then Luca raised an eyebrow, a wicked glint in his eye.

“Just to be sure, let’s see how you react to this.”

And he began to move.

His fingers started pumping slowly at first, then faster, curling and pressing against her inner walls, rubbing and stroking and exploring every sensitive ridge and spot inside her.

“Ahhhh!♡~ Noooo!♡~”

Luna’s back arched involuntarily. A sound escaped her—half groan, half desperate whimper—and her head fell back, her eyes squeezing shut.

But Luca didn’t stop. He pressed harder, moved faster, his fingers dancing inside her, finding places she didn’t know existed, making her entire body clench and tremble.

“Please!♡~” The word tore from her throat. “Please, Luca—don’t—this is too much! This is my first time—you can’t play with my pussy like this—stop!♡~”

He stopped moving, and she gasped with relief—but then he chuckled and the sound made her clench around his still-immersed fingers.

“Yeah.” He said softly. “Even the way you react is the same.”

But then a new thought occurred to him, a strange, mischievous idea that made his smile widen.

He looked at her glistening, spread-open pussy, at the wetness coating his fingers, at the tiny, desperate quivers still running through her flesh.

“But what about the taste, Luna? Do you think it’s the same as well?”

He murmured, almost to himself.

“I guess, I’ll have to check that out as well.”

Luna’s eyes flew wide.

“Taste? No—don’t taste it—Luca, you can’t—”

But she was too late.

Even as the words left her mouth, Luca was already lowering his head, already descending between her spread thighs. His mouth descended on her pussy like a starving man finding water in a desert.

“Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~”

His tongue—hot, wet, insistent—swept across her folds in one long, broad stroke.

He tasted her, devoured her, lapping up the slick wetness that coated her.

Then his tongue found her entrance, the tight ring of muscle that still gripped his fingers, and he pushed.

“Oh God!♡~ Oh God, no—your tongue is going inside—no!♡~”

Luna’s protests dissolved into incoherent moans as Luca’s tongue invaded her.

“Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

He didn’t just lick; he fucked her with it, thrusting it in and out of her tight hole while his fingers remained inside, curling and pressing.

He used both—tongue and fingers—in a coordinated assault, fucking her pussy with relentless, rhythmic precision while simultaneously hooking her juices, scooping them out of her depths and bringing them to his waiting mouth.

“Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

He even drank. God, how he drank.

He swallowed every drop of her, lapping at her like she was some kind of divine nectar, some precious elixir meant only for him.

His mouth was glued to her cunt, his tongue and lips working in a frenzy, and all the while his fingers kept up their relentless fucking, driving in and out, spreading her, opening her.

Luna’s hands flew down, fingers tangling in his hair, gripping the dark strands in desperate fists. She didn’t know whether she was trying to pull him away or hold him closer.

“Please—Luca—please stop! The sensations—they’re too intense!♡~”

“I feel something strange coming—”

Her voice was a broken, breathless moan.

“I don’t know what it is—but it’s coming—Luca!♡~”

“Please, please—I beg you—God, Luca—I can’t handle this!♡~”

Her body was squirming, writhing, her hips bucking against his face even as she begged him to stop.

Something was building inside her, something vast and terrifying and unbearably intense.

It coiled in her belly like a spring, tightening, tightening, until she thought she might shatter from the pressure alone.

But Luca didn’t relent. If anything, he intensified his efforts.

“Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

He shoved his tongue deeper, curling it inside her, fucking her with it while his fingers scissored and stretched.

He drank every drop of fluid that flooded from her, swallowing her arousal like it was the finest wine, moaning against her flesh with satisfaction.

“It’s coming!♡~”

Luna’s voice was a desperate, keening wail.

“It’s coming—something is coming inside of me!♡~”

And then it hit her.

Her back arched off the surface beneath her, a violent, involuntary spasm that lifted her entire body.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and then liquid—hot, copious, explosive—burst from her core.

“Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~”

She squirted, a powerful gush of fluid that sprayed from her pussy in pulsing waves.

Her body convulsed, trembling and jerking like she was being shocked by electricity, every muscle taut and quivering with the force of her release.

“What is this—!”

She gasped, her voice high and wondering even through the overwhelming sensation.

“What is this!♡~ I feel so good!♡~ I feel so good—I love it—I love it so much!♡~”

Luca on the other hand, opened his mouth wide, positioning himself to catch every drop of her release.

He didn’t waste a single drop. He took it all, consumed her completely, lapping at her until the last spasm faded and her body went limp.

And finally when the storm ended—Luna collapsed onto the blankets, panting, trembling, her skin slick with sweat and her own release.

Her eyes were unfocused, staring at nothing, her whole world reduced to the aftershocks still rippling through her.

Luca slowly raised his head, licking his lips, savoring the last traces of her.

A slow smile spread across his face—amused, satisfied, knowing.

“Even the way you squirt…” He said softly. “…is the same as Lulu.”

Luna’s eyes slowly focused on his face, still struggling to process what had just happened.

“I guess when it comes to both of your sopping wet cunts…”

He continued, reaching out to brush her drenched pussy.

“…you two really are identical twins.”

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