My name is Sarah, and I have an identical twin, Suzann. We were inseparable, even having to sleep in the same bed until we went to college. I guess those first nine months set the tone for the rest of our lives.

It was when we had just turned 18 that it first happened. I remember I was in charge of laundry that week. Suzy and I were homeschooled, and Mom made running a household part of our economics lessons. They covered everything from budgeting to laundry. Anyway, it was my week for laundry.

Engrossed in my history books, I perched on the washing machine, absentmindedly sitting on a pile of matched socks. Suddenly, the machine rumbled into its spin cycle.

I hadn’t thought anything of the pair of socks pressing against my young pussy, but when the machine spun up, a flush overwhelmed me, and I felt a pleasure I had never known.

I couldn’t move, save for a slow rocking on the sock pressing into me down there. A pressure was building until…I must have screamed because Suzy ran into the laundry room and found me convulsing on top of the machine. It’s funny now, but damn it hurt back then. She thought I was being electrocuted, so she whacked me with a broomstick, saving my life (she thought) from my first orgasm.

"Ouch! What did you do that for, Suzy?" I said, rubbing my arm. "That's going to leave a bruise." Suzy, standing there, broom in hand, was wide-eyed, looking scared to death.

"You were being electrocuted," she said, shaking.

"What?" I said. "I was just sitting there."

"No, you weren't! Your whole body was convulsing like Dad said happens when someone is being shocked. So I hit you with the broomstick like he taught us."

Still rubbing my arm and shaking my head, "No, I was just…" I trailed off as my eyes stared at the washing machine. Eyes wide with…I don’t know, but the memory sent another wave of orgasmic pleasure rolling through my wet little pussy.

"Sorry, I wasn’t being shocked," I said. "I promise," I continued.

Suzy said, "Then what was it?"

I grinned. "I…was, um…amazing!! It felt so good…" My eyes were closed, and I was biting my bottom lip and unconsciously touching my pussy through my clothes.

"SARAH!!" Suzy exclaimed. My eyes flew open. She was staring, wide-eyed, at my hand pressed against myself.

"I couldn’t stop. Remember when we were younger, when we bathed together and we figured out that if we held our pussies under the running water how good it felt?" I said.

"Until Mom said it was bad," Suzy said.

"It’s like that, but…oh my god, Suzy…you saw it…what it did to me…"

"You have to try this," I said to Suzy, my eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement. "But first, let's take our clothes off. It'll feel so much better that way."

Suzy's eyes widened in shock, and she bit her lip nervously. "Sarah, what if Mom catches us? You know how strict she is about this stuff."

I waved my hand dismissively, a playful smile on my face. "Come on, Suzy. Where's your sense of adventure? Mom's upstairs; she won't even know. Trust me, it'll be amazing."

Suzy hesitated for a moment longer, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. Finally, with a deep breath, she nodded, her resolve crumbling under the weight of her curiosity. We quickly shed our clothes, the cool air of the laundry room sending goosebumps across our skin.

I patted the washing machine, my eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Now, sit here. Just relax and feel it."

Suzy cautiously perched herself on the edge of the machine, her legs slightly parted. I watched as she wiggled a bit, trying to find the right spot. Her eyes were wide, her breaths coming in short gasps. I leaned in closer, my voice a soft whisper: "Just relax, Suzy. Feel it."

As the machine spun up, Suzy's eyes fluttered closed, and a soft moan escaped her lips. I could see the pleasure building in her, her body responding to the vibrations in a way that was both beautiful and erotic. The sight of her, so vulnerable and open, sent a wave of excitement through me. I had never been so close to her, never seen her like this.

The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating and sweet. I leaned forward, my heart pounding in my chest. Suzy's eyes were tightly shut, her body trembling with the intensity of her sensations. I couldn’t resist any longer. I reached out, my fingers gently brushing against her inner thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her core.

Suzy's eyes flew open, a mix of surprise and pleasure in her gaze. I could see the question in her eyes, the silent plea for more. With a soft smile, I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her skin. I could feel her pulse quicken, her body tensing with anticipation.

Slowly, I approached her most intimate place, my tongue darting out to gently touch the tip of her clit. Suzy's eyes widened, her body convulsing with a sudden rush of ecstasy. The taste of her was sweet and addictive, sending a jolt of desire straight to my own core.

I pushed Suzy back gently, my hands firm on her hips, and wrapped my lips around her mound, sucking and licking with a hunger I had never known. Suzy's moans filled the room, her body arching off the machine as she surrendered to the pleasure.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on. I could feel her body trembling, her orgasm building with each stroke of my tongue. The room was filled with the sounds of our shared pleasure, the hum of the washing machine a distant backdrop to our intimate dance.

Just as Suzy's climax peaked, her body convulsing with waves of ecstasy, the door to the laundry room flew open. Our mother stood there, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief as she took in the scene before her. Suzy's body was writhing on the washing machine, her legs spread wide, and my face was buried deep in her crotch, my own hand working furiously between my own legs.

"Sarah! Suzann!" our mother yelled, her voice a mix of anger and disbelief. "What on earth are you doing?"

But we were too far gone, lost in the depths of our pleasure, to care about the consequences. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the intensity of our shared ecstasy.