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In the first chapter, twins Max and Liz visit Jizzneyland, an adults-only theme park. They arrive as individuals, intending to explore the park independently, but end up closer than they had bargained for…

“Why don’t we grab those fancy chairs?” asked Liz, sipping at her iced lemon drink.

I had sat at a shady table, but Liz’s idea was better – there were some cozy swinging egg chairs nearby, wicker frames on the outside and soft cushions on the inside. They faced each other at a slight angle.

“Yeah, I feel like a siesta,” I said, getting up.

We were both fully nude, and my cock was in a fully satisfied state, swinging freely as I moved towards the egg chairs. We both collapsed back.

“Ohhh man, that’s good. How amazing is this place?” said Liz, getting comfortable. She scooted back and drew her knees up to her chest so that she was completely inside the chair. She wriggled, looking for the perfect position, and ended up finding it with her feet wedged in on either side of the chair, knees still bent up. This had effect of leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination between her legs. Her pussy was on full, lewd display, and she didn’t seem to care at all. She was still wearing the green jewel butt plug. Despite everything I’d seen and experienced so far, I hadn’t yet had a chance to gaze so directly into my sister’s vagina in such a gynecological fashion. For my part, I sat back with my legs spread and feet still on the floor. Liz wasn’t getting quite as good a view of me, but everything was still on display.

“Come on then, tell me all about it,” she said.

“About what?” I said, stupidly.

“About how you got off! Come on, I left you with a raging boner and I come back to find Mr Flopsy over there and you sprawled out like you’re about to fall asleep! I told you mine, I wanna hear yours,” she said playfully.

I was torn.

Should I tell her? What if she freaks out?

But what if I lie to her? Would she ever find out? If she did, I’d be dead meat and she’d never trust me again.

I readjusted my position in the chair a little and thought about how to approach this. I decided to try distraction.

“You didn’t finish telling me yours. Apparently you just took 24 dicks. Shit, Liz, you’re a machine!” I said.

Liz gave a self-satisfied smile of pride.

“And you don’t look at all the worse for wear!” I continued, gesturing to her perfectly trimmed, perfectly tight little snatch.

“Eh, I had a nice hot rinse in their bidets at the exit. What can I say, I scrub up well,” she elaborated, with an ironic dance of her arms. “So… I’m waiting!”

“Ah… hmmm,” I tried.

“Oh, it’s gonna be a good one!” she laughed. “Spit it out Max, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of! You trust me don’t you? What was it? Did you go back and get reamed at the Ass-tro Orbiter? I really thought you were going to go for it. You can tell me, I won’t judge!”

“What? No!” I said, happy to be truthful about that.

I couldn’t do it. There was no way I had the courage to admit I’d just accidentally fucked my sister.

“I went back to the Titi Room and got a handy from one of the babes there. I’m a breast man y’know,” I lied.

“Haha, you boring old man! You seriously went back to the attraction you’d just been on? Laaame,” she said, and downed her lemonade.

“Ah fuck off Liz,” I said, thinking that reverting to a little sibling argumentation would steer us clear of dangerous territory. I downed the last of my drink too.

“Hey, I didn’t mean that,” she said apologetically. “You want to get some lunch?”

“Sure, sounds good,” I said, getting up. I reached out my hand, and Liz took it. I pulled her out of the chair, and we left the seating area.

“I’m only a little hungry,” said Liz as we walked. “It’s probably the heat.”

“Or maybe you’ve already been well fed?” I said, perhaps encroaching on dangerous territory again.

Liz laughed.

“You mean that guy at the bar earlier?” she said. “Not exactly sustenance. Don’t get me wrong, the balls on that guy… but did you know the average male ejaculation is less than a fluid ounce? Those hamster-cheeks in all that blowjob porn you watch are mostly filled with saliva.”

God damn her filthy talk was otherworldly. Since when did my sister talk like this?!

“There is no way you didn’t get that little fact from watching too much porn yourself, you pervert!” I said defensively.

Are we now just going to talk openly about the fact that we obviously both masturbate?

“Purely research, Max,” she said smoothly. “Check this place out.”

We found ourselves in front of an oriental-style tiled building with a colorful illuminated sign: Lo-Hung Wang’s.

“Sure, I could go for sushi,” I said, agreeably.

We sat next to each other at a bench at the busy eatery and grabbed the table service menu.

“Oh Jesus, would you look at this. They’ve got so much good stuff. I think we’re going to be here a while,” I said.

Liz giggled.

“Empty balls kovancılar escort and a full stomach, that’s so you,” she replied. “Just get me a California roll; you do the pigging, I’ll do the pegging.”

It’s like she’s trying to escalate the flirting… but she has no idea how far it’s already escalated.

A waitress appeared, clad in the same signature white leather strappy outfit, holding a pad in her hand. Her name tag said Addison.

“Welcome to Wang’s my friends! Have you eaten with us before?” she asked.

“No, this is our first time in the park,” said Liz, engaging warmly.

“OK, well you’ve made a great choice. Of all the food and drink outlets, I think you’ve chosen the best. Now, I would say that, wouldn’t I? But really, I think you’re going to just love it. Can we start with some drinks?” she offered.

“Yeah, get me a pineapple juice boost please?” I said.

“Would you like that active?” she asked.

I wasn’t sure I’d heard her correctly.

“What’s that? Active?” I questioned.

“Sure, it just means we mix in a little medicinal help. We find that most guys need a little pepping up by the middle of the day, depending on how intense their morning has been,” she tried to explain, a little obtusely.

“What’s the medicine?” asked Liz.

“Mostly sildenafil to keep your strength up, plus some electrolytes and nutrients to increase… volume,” she said, euphemistically.

“Hah, so you’re gonna feed him Viagra? Let me tell you, this boy does not need help getting hard,” she said, quite amused with herself.

“Don’t worry, it’s only a small dose, and actually the active ingredients are there to increase cum volume rather than dick size,” said the waitress, dropping the pretence of euphemism.

Liz nodded sagely.

“There you go, Max, maybe we’ll see about that fluid ounce, huh?” she said playfully. “Sign him up, Addison!”

Did she want to see me cum?

“OK, I will, and I hope you will thank me later!” said the waitress to Liz with a knowing smile. “What can I get you?”

“I’ll have the same, and I assume you don’t have any add-ons to make my clit grow or some wacky shit like that?” she said.

“Afraid not, honey, but if you ask me, the right tongue is all you need,” she said alluringly, putting her hands on her sides and rotating her hips to remind us that her own shaved pussy was right there next to us, with a fair sized clit emerging for all to see.

I was getting blasé to all the nakedness, but I still felt a little thrill at seeing that most private part of a stranger so close to me, and so casually.

“And for your food order?” she asked, snapping me out of my gaze.

“Let’s get a California roll and some sashimi please,” I said.

“Great choice, and would you like that on hostess?” she said.

“I’m sorry, what did you say? On what?” I asked.

She just raised her beautiful, wicked smile another notch.

“I’m going to put you down for a ‘yes’ on that one, trust me,” she said enigmatically.

She swiped our bands on her card reader.

“OK, she’ll be right over!” she said, and hurried off. My gaze followed her pert ass into the kitchen.

“What have we just ordered?” hissed Liz.

“Hostess? Like, sushi on a twinkie?” I speculated, ridiculously.

Our drinks soon arrived – no dick glasses here, just highballs with umbrellas. I sipped and considered.

“Hmm, can’t taste the Viagra.” I said.

“Let me check,” said Liz, looking down at my cock.

“Get lost!” I said, instinctively covering myself up with the menu.

Was I worried she might recognize it if she looks too much?

“It’s not like flipping a switch, Liz!” I said.

“I know, I’ll be patient,” she said, mischievously.

Before I could ask her to quit talking about my dick, our waitress reappeared.

“Your dish is almost ready,” she said. “What I suggest is that you,” pointing at Liz, “move to the other side of the table so that you’re both at the end rather than next to each other.”

“OK, I guess…” said Liz, a little put out at being asked to move. She picked up her drink and walked behind me, and to the other side to sit opposite me.

Another waitress emerged from the kitchen, pushing a large trolley covered in a silk cloth. She wheeled it up to the end of our table. Liz and I shot each other confused glances. Then our first waitress whipped off the cover.

Beneath was a petite Asian girl, nude and glossy, with her ankles behind her ears, and our sushi laid out in an artful strip on her belly, and down to her pussy. The last two pieces were placed directly onto her pussy, covering it. She was utterly hairless and seemed to glow or shine, as if lightly bronzed in a sweet sauce.

I could see Liz’s eyes boggling. Perhaps she could see mine doing the same.

“I’m going to leave you two to get intimately acquainted with Kiki here. Enjoy your meal!” she said, marching off to take another table’s order.

The girl said nothing, just kozlu escort lay there serenely, offering our lunch to us on her naked body.

“On hostess, Liz, you see?” I said, in a mock know-it-all voice.

I picked up some chopsticks and grabbed a piece off Kiki’s pubic mound. I popped it in my mouth and savoured it.

“What do you know? Tuna!” I said, grinning.

Liz grabbed her own chopsticks and began to poke at her food on Kiki’s lower abdomen.

“Thank you for this, Kiki,” she said as she ate.

I could detect a slight reticence in her.

“You OK Liz? How’s your roll?” I asked.

“It’s… good,” she said. She was looking at the pieces of sashimi sitting on Kiki’s pussy.

“Oh, I get it… you’re wondering if eating those bits makes you a lesbian, huh?” I suggested.

“Geez Max, no of course not. It’s just, I’ve never been so… close… to another girl,” she explained.

“Eh, you don’t have to get too intimate. Isn’t that right, Kiki?” I said. Kiki said nothing. “Just lift that piece up – yes, that one, the one covering her clit.”

It was my turn to continue the obscene flirting.

Flirting? Is that what my sister and I were doing?

“Quit it Max, I’m fine,” she said, making a slow attempt to lift the piece of sashimi up with her chopsticks. As she took it, Kiki’s glistening clit was revealed, fully exposed and sticking out of her clitoral hood. I had never seen anything more delicious.

I grabbed the last piece – the one that was nestled in the folds of her vulva. As I took it, a gossamer thread of feminine secretion stayed attached, and as I lifted the piece away, the thin ribbon of grool fell away.

I finished eating, but I wasn’t finished eating.

“I think Kiki deserves a tip, don’t you Liz?” I said.

She nodded, not quite sure what I had in mind, then suddenly completely sure.

I leaned down between Kiki’s legs and gave her a solid lick up from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her clit, lingering there and tasting the delicate residue of rice scent.

“Ohh!” said Kiki suddenly – the first sound we’d had out of her.

“Max! How could you!” said Liz.

“Come on Liz, I think that was a fine reward for being such a good hostess. Why don’t you have a go?” I said, goading her.

“Look, eating off her clit is one thing, but I think going down on her is definitely going to tarnish my straight credentials,” she said.

“Who cares about labels, Liz? What is straight anyway? Is it straight to walk around naked with your twin?” I asked, trying to get her to lick pussy using logic.

“What did you just say?” said Kiki suddenly. She spoke in a Japanese accent.

“Oh, she’s my sister. We’re just here on a day trip, it’s fine,” I said, throwing logic to the wind.

Kiki burst out laughing.

“You are twins? That is very unconventional! I am pleased to hear you are enjoying yourselves at our park,” she said politely.

“Uh, I’m sorry for licking you just then,” I said.

“Oh! Please don’t apologize, I enjoyed it very much. And you ma’am, I would enjoy any oral sex acts you would wish to perform on me too,” she said, being the perfect hostess.

“Liz, weren’t you telling me this morning we had to make the most of our day here?” I said.

Liz looked at me, clearly uncertain, but with slightly flushed cheeks. This was pushing her boundaries. She looked like she had made up her mind.

“OK, but you owe me!” she said, and immediately went down, diving into Kiki’s smooth, slick muff, going all-in. For a first-timer, she seemed to be doing very well, judging by the blissful look on Kiki’s face. I guess a woman knows what a woman needs.

Liz came up with a wet chin and wiped it on her arm.

“Oh my God!” she squeeked. “I can’t believe I licked a pussy! There, I’m a lesbian, you happy?”

I laughed.

“You’re only a lesbian if you enjoyed it!” I said.

“Eh, it was OK. I like dick more,” she said.

“I’m sorry about her Kiki, your pussy is more than OK. It’s beautiful. I loved it,” I said.

“Thank you so much, you are very kind!” she said. Kiki unfurled her legs and slipped off the trolley into a standing position. She wasn’t much taller than our head-height sat down.

“I must leave you now, I have other customers to serve,” she said, and exited with a small bow.

We drank up, left the restaurant, and resumed our leisurely stroll around the park.

“So what do you think of this place so far, huh?” asked Liz, as we joined the early afternoon throngs of nudists. There was almost something approaching a crowd – more people than we had seen out and about in the morning.

“Well, it looks like everyone is out to enjoy the sun after a hard morning’s work,” I replied.

I was sure that everyone around us had – like us – rushed to their preferred sexual encounter or adventure during the morning, and were now in a mellow post-coital state of collective relaxation.

“Isn’t it just beautiful?” said Liz.

It kozluk escort was true. Quite apart from the sea of tanned naked skin, breasts, nipples, and soft swinging cocks on display, the park was a work of art, and for the most part tasteful in its decor, perhaps aiming for a “desert flower” theme.

“I feel so relaxed and free,” she added. “Like it’s not even sexual now… just people being themselves.”

“I gotta say, Liz, I never knew that this was you being yourself!” I remarked.

“Of course you didn’t, you’re my brother,” she replied. “Siblings don’t share that kind of stuff!”

“And yet here we are, yakking about it like it’s nothing,” I said, trying to stay looking ahead instead of at her large, round, firm breasts, hourglass figure, and plugged ass.

“Comes with the territory I guess,” she said. “I actually love it. I love that we can talk openly about this stuff finally. It feels like I’ve got a new best friend who I can share anything with, Max. I’m so glad we did this. You’re still my dorky brother Max, and that’s what makes it so perfect – you’re a true neutral: a guy I can be open with, without any worrying about you trying to use it as an excuse to get into my pants.”

“You’re not wearing any pants, Liz,” I pointed out.

She wasn’t wearing any pants when she unknowingly sat on my cock, either.

She laughed.

“Exactly!” she exclaimed, like I finally got the point. “Oh, Max, look, we’re at Ride of Passage! We have to try it!”

We had walked up to a large show building with sci-fi theming.

“This is their most high-tech ride,” she said, suddenly back to being the geeky theme park YouTuber I knew. “It’s a solo VR experience – you get to enter a fantasy world and play as a character of your choosing.”

I was already in a fantasy world, and I felt like I had been increasingly playing a character, but not necessarily one of my own choosing.

We headed into the building. The queue was already shuffling in, getting ready to board the next “ride”. A voice came over the tannoy.

“Welcome, traveller! Please enter the appropriate door to your left and select a ride vehicle.”

There were two doors, adorned with male and female icons.

“See ya later, I guess!” I said to Liz. She had already rushed through the women’s door, which was held open. Through it, I could see what looked like lines of Sybian machines.

Inside the dark chamber were several units which looked like a cross between a pommelhorse and a motorcycle seat – padded black leather, and an arrangement of moving parts and tubes around it. I sat down on one. The leather had been pre-warmed.

An attendant came round to check everybody’s seating position, and to close the “lap bar mechanism” – a large contraption with a hole in it.

“We find mounting the vehicle is easier when guests are a little… firmer,” she said.

Most of the guys in the room already had at least semis, but I was still hanging soft after my whirlwind experience earlier on the Carousel. The attendant noticed this, leaned over me, and reached down to hold my penis in her hand.

“I’m here to get you started,” she whispered in my ear. “Would you like to lick my nipple?”

My cock began to stiffen in her hand as she pushed one breast towards my lips. I only got a single lick in before she decided I was hard enough, and broke away. She closed the mechanism down over my lap, guiding my cock into the hole. It was a large hole, with no tightness or anything that I could feel yet on the other side. I was almost pinned in position, but could still move my hips if I needed to. I felt my cock growing in anticipation of what devices were hidden inside the unit.

The attendant handed me a headset.

“Once you have the headset sitting comfortably, tighten the strap at the back, please,” she announced. I did so, and found myself in a bright white void as the internal screens fired up.

I waved my arms around but they weren’t represented in the VR world – nor was any other part of my body.

Suddenly, a row of characters appeared, and my arm movements seemed to move a cursor over them. I was being prompted to select.

There were four on offer: a swarthy pierced, tattooed pirate, wearing a bandana and a tattered waistcoat, and nothing else; a bodybuilder with rippling muscles; a slim, twinkish youth, shaven all over; and a blue-gray metal robot, with sculpted humanlike anatomy.

Each of them had a penis that looked exactly like mine, and in the exact state of tumescence as mine – the only difference being the robot’s cock which was a steely gray color. I gave my pelvic muscles a squeeze, and the characters’ cocks twitched in time. They must have been measuring me in the device!

I chose the robot, and my perspective was immediately rushed into its eyes. I looked down at my robotic body and hands – and cock. The visuals were astonishingly lifelike and realistic, although I couldn’t walk around.

The scene changed to a classical Roman temple bathhouse, with soft-furnished long chairs, beds, and flowing drapes over white marble columns, arranged around a steaming in pool the center. There were 8 of us in total – three robots, three twinks, and two pirates. We stood there as our characters. I found I could walk through the scene by gesturing with my hands.

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