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Twins in College Ch. 01

By: WFEATHER



Chapter 01: On Our Own

Only Siamese twins could be closer. 

My big brother and I may not actually be Siamese twins, only fraternal twins, but, to borrow a cliché, we are effectively "joined at the hip." Society may frown intensely upon the profound love we have for each other, the profound love which has only intensified since shortly before our high school graduation, but – even though we try not to express our true emotions in public – we do in fact love each other deeply and plan to spend the rest of our lives together. 

At least we have been able to essentially "buy" four years' worth of time together, thanks to college admissions specialists. 

Our parents began encouraging us both as early as eighth grade to think about where we would like to go for college. Admittedly, our parents had a lot of money – part of it came from our mother's share of an office pool's lottery win, part of it came from a multi-million dollar class action settlement our father had smartly orchestrated. While they never truly spent a lot of money, my big brother and I both knew that we could attend any college or university in the States – and perhaps in the world – and not need to worry about paying for our post-secondary education. 

By the beginning of our junior year of high school, my big brother and I had narrowed our choices to fifteen schools each. Interestingly, as we compared our lists, we shared eleven schools in common, with the top five identical on each list. It is often said that twins tend to share a special bond, able to "know" about the other at seemingly all times even when separated by great distances; something similar had apparently taken place in our minds as we individually chose where we would like to learn more about the world around us, the world which decreed that he and I are never to have the type of relationship we had nonetheless developed. 

It was a few days before Christmas Eve of our senior year of high school when my brother received some very welcome news: Just as I had done, he had applied Early Decision to all of his top ten choices for higher education, and one of them had accepted him. I was genuinely overjoyed for him, certainly evidenced by my overly-enthusiastic hug... although he definitely did not complain. 

My Early Decision acceptance never came, however. My grades had never been quite as good as his, so I was not particularly surprised that an Early Decision acceptance was not granted to me, but at least my applications were rolled over into the general application population. Plus, I soon realized that my twin brother and I could very likely be separated – perhaps even on opposite coasts of the United States – for the first time in our young lives. Those two elements combined to cast a gloominess over Christmas Break for me. 

At least I knew that my big brother would be attending a school in the San Francisco area. Together, we began to research the area: the attractions, methods of transportation, the airports in the area, annual festivals and major events, apartment prices, restaurants... For me, it was great to know what I might be able to do when I went to visit him there, but I still felt both sad and mildly depressed at not knowing whether I would be able to share in those experiences with him on a regular basis. 

Months passed. Then, in a span of three days, I was accepted by twelve of my top fifteen chosen schools. Once those acceptance letters had all arrived, I sat at the center of my bed, each letter spread out before me, and began to rank them all to help in deciding my future. An hour later, my choice finally made, I walked into my big brother's bedroom, and gave him a big grin. He knew. 

We would not be attending the same school, unfortunately, as the college which had accepted him rejected me, but we would at least be in the same geographic area. 

Toward the end of the school year, my big brother's girlfriend dumped him. Not three days later, my boyfriend dumped me. Only then did we realize that throughout our dating "careers" were we each looking for someone just like our twin, and even before my tears had dried, the foreplay had began. Not three days into the eighteenth year of my existence on this planet, I became my big brother's woman, and our love grew exponentially. 

Perhaps because they knew that we had always been incredibly close (likely a natural extension of having spent nine months together in the same tiny space), our parents actually agreed with my big brother's idea that perhaps we should get an apartment together in the Bay Area. During the summer, we made several trips to California, searching for a nice apartment in a good neighborhood, a place where my big brother and I would not be constantly in each other's way, a place close enough to major public transportation lines that we could survive somewhat-easily without a car. 

By mid-July, we had found such a place in Berkeley, just two blocks from the nearest BART station and with several bus lines also located within easy walking distance. It was a two-bedroom apartment in a complex with twenty total units, ten units on each floor. We would be on the upper floor, living above the laundry room and some of the storage cages. Since it was a second-floor apartment, we would also have a small balcony, really just deep enough to sit in a chair and still have relatively good legroom. The bedrooms were indeed small – smaller than our bedrooms at home – but sufficient for two college students. Gas, water, and basic cable were included in the rent; tenants were responsible for any other utilities or amenities they wished to have. 

In one of his few "heavy spending" moments I have ever known, however, as my big brother and I were about to sign the lease, my father pulled out his checkbook and made one lump sum payment. "I want them to focus on their studies for their first year of college," he said as an explanation. "After that, they are essentially on their own, and should have found jobs to allow them to pay rent on their own." The landlord smiled and nodded, as if our father was not the first concerned parent to have taken this unusual step. 

Before we returned to the hotel, we located an independent mailing store a few blocks away, and our father did the same thing: He paid for one year's rental for a mailbox my big brother and I would share. Since our landlord did not live on the premises and my big brother and I would likely be away in classes (or, eventually, at work) most of the time, this would allow for us to have packages delivered even though they would not fit into our tiny mailbox at our apartment building. 

One month passed before we would finally move into our apartment. 

It was a long, long day. We landed at Oakland International Airport about 8:45AM. By this time, we were nearly experts at using the AirBART and BART systems, and were in our Berkeley apartment seemingly minutes later. While our mother and I hung the curtains and unpacked the general things required for a new household, my big brother went with our father to go buy some basic groceries to get us started in life on our own. Then it was time to confirm the deliveries for that afternoon; we were sitting on the floor eating store-bought deli-style sandwiches when the first of the deliveries arrived, which ironically included the table and four chairs. 

By dinnertime, all the scheduled deliveries had been made – the sofa, two futons and bedding, two desks with chairs, the table and its chairs, several bookcases, a few lamps, and plenty more. It was a Saturday evening, and we all knew that the restaurants would likely be crowded, so we instead went back to the grocery store, bought more deli-style sandwiches, and ate those on the way to the nearby BART station. We were quite early for our parents' late flight back home, but we all said our goodbyes nonetheless. I actually had a tear in my eye as our parents passed through the security checkpoint, then turned to wave to us one final time before rounding the corner and disappearing from view. 

By the time the AirBART arrived, my big brother had me laughing again as he often does. My spirits were flying high once more. We were on our own at last; the world was our oyster. And as the AirBART pulled away from Terminal 2 with no one sitting near us, my big brother took my hand in his and offered me a warm smile. 

Only then did I truly realize that our life as a couple deeply in love could truly begin. We were effectively alone in a strange city where no one knew us, so we could be (a little) more free with our growing relationship. And that realization warmed me from the inside as I patted his thigh with my free hand, looking up into the eyes which were so eerily like mine as I returned his smile. 

The rest of the trip to our new "home" was effectively a blur in my mind. I just barely remembered transferring from the AirBART to the main BART. I remembered only tiny snippets of our quiet conversation. Then, suddenly, we were on the sidewalk approaching the back side of our building, looking up at the balcony of our apartment. 

We entered the building and, strictly out of curiosity, I checked the mailbox. There actually was something awaiting us: an envelope clearly containing a greeting card of some kind, from our parents. As my big brother watched, I opened the envelope and showed him the cover, an artist's rendition of a pair of astronauts standing beside a spacecraft on a sparsely-vegetated planet as they regarded the star-studded sky in the background. Then I opened the card and read aloud: 

"The universe is yours to explore. May you learn about life and about yourselves through your college careers and beyond." Both our parents had signed it, although our mother had clearly been the one to address the envelope and write the message inside. 

"I certainly hope to learn a lot more about you during my college career and beyond," my big brother quipped with a gleam in his eye. "Ditto," I replied softly with a smile and a wink. Then we mounted the stairs, ready to enter our "home" for the first time alone. 

"Wait." He unlocked and opened the door, put the key back in his pocket, and then surprised me by picking me up. At least for a few seconds, I was the wife and he was the husband; for just a moment, we were young newlyweds, upholding the tradition of crossing the threshold of the home together. 

Then my stomach rumbled, breaking the illusion of wedded bliss but at least causing us both to laugh a bit, even as I blushed slightly from the embarrassment of the poorly-timed sound. I was set down upon the sofa, and I watched my big brother close and lock the door and turn on a nearby lamp, then move to the phone atop the bookcase. "Pizza?" he asked, even though he knew I would heartily agree. 

Our home was still in disarray; it was quite evident that we had just moved in, and there would be even more for us to put away on Monday once we had an opportunity to go back to the independent mailing store to pick up the many boxes which had been shipped ahead of our arrival. But neither of us cared at that moment. All that mattered was that we were together, alone. Despite hearing a car horn in the distance, the outside world no longer existed. Our relationship was no longer a taboo. We were no longer twin brother and sister. 

We were simply a consenting, loving couple. 

After my big brother had ordered the pizza, we kissed for the first time in well over forty-eight hours. I practically melted into him, and readily admitted him entrance when his tongue knocked at my teeth. I clutched him tightly as his strong arms enveloped me. I felt needed, protected, loved, cherished, in a way that none of my high school boyfriends had ever made me feel, and I knew that this relationship was real, that we were indeed destined to be together no matter what others might say. 

At some point, I moved from a sitting position to a horizontal position, my head upon a nicely-upholstered armrest. I only realized my position had changed when the door buzzer sounded, startling both of us from our intimacy. As I lay on the sofa gasping loudly for breath, my big brother – my lover – reluctantly lifted himself from me, squeezing my heaving breasts one more time, and went to the speaker. The pizza had arrived sooner than expected, even when accounting for my losing track of time. 

Dinner was a little unusual. At home, the dining room table was in the dining room itself, and the television was in the living room and could not be seen by anyone sitting in the dining room. Without a separate dining room in our apartment, the table and the television were just several feet away from each other. We ate in silence, using the remote to flip through the scant number of basic cable channels, finding nothing of particular interest to either of us. On Monday, we would definitely need to go buy a DVD player; then we could at least enjoy the anime and movies we had obtained over the past few years; Monday would also be the day we would be able to enjoy our PlayStation2 again. 

But for now, it was Saturday night. More importantly, it was our first night alone... the first of many, many nights alone. No more would we be forced to sneak a brief hug or a quick kiss. No longer would we need to send instant messages to cryptically reveal our heartfelt desires. Never again would we be expected to sleep solo and silently suffer in solitude. 

Eventually, we had eaten our fill, and with the television off, our meager conversation had passed from our mouths to our eyes. We were definitely tired, having awoken well before dawn in an earlier time zone that day, yet I for one felt more alive than I had since our special camping trip during the summer. 

"What are you thinking, baby sister?" he finally asked, placing his hand upon mine. 

I looked into his eyes once again. It was just like looking into a mirror: I saw my own eyes as well as the bright flame of love being reflected back at me. My heart beat a little faster, a little louder, and, for just a moment, I could have sworn that my chest expanded subtly to accommodate my heart's increased rhythm and sound. 

"I was thinking about how our last camping trip ended," I admitted, honestly and without any shame. "I was remembering how wonderful you made me feel that morning, teasing me from one climax to another." 

He smiled again, squeezing my hand, his eyes flickering as he remembered. "I still don't know how I lasted as long as I did that morning," he acknowledged. "You were definitely quite the tease!!!" 

In my mind's eye, I relived that entire morning in the space of a few scant seconds. "That was indeed a very special morning," I finally said softly, looking down at our hands, our fingers intertwined. 

"You are indeed a very special woman," he whispered, lifting my hand to his lips for a gentle kiss. 

A long silence passed as we simply gazed upon each other, our eyes communicating what mere words fail to express, even for the most experienced of professional authors. The Big One could have severely disfigured the Bay Area just then, but I strongly doubt that either of us would have noticed. 

In time, I stood. He pushed back his chair to stand as well, but I motioned for him to remain where he was. After quickly putting the remainder of the pizza in the refrigerator, I turned off the lamp, plunging our apartment in near-complete darkness. Only the curtain-diffused light from a nearby street lamp allowed me to make my way back to my lover without inadvertently bumping into anything along the way. 

I sat straddling his thighs and pressed my body against him, my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. We simply held each other in the dark, contentedly enjoying each other's presence and warmth and love. I could almost sense a sphere of loving energy gradually forming around us, surrounding the table, enlarging to fill the room, expanding to engulf the entire apartment. As the sphere grew, it seemed as if the temperature in the room rose – subtly, yet significantly. If we had been making love at that very moment, I would certainly have understood the sensation, but we were instead simply holding each other. 

As the sphere grew, so did a certain portion of male anatomy trapped between us. I smiled to myself, placing a soft kiss upon the side of my lover's neck as I gently pressed myself against his lengthening manhood. As his erection grew more solid, my panties grew more moistened, and we both held each other just a little tighter. 

His lips sought mine, and I offered them to him without question. Despite the fatigue of the long, historic day, I needed this, needed him. I opened my mouth wide, and his tongue suddenly probed so deep into my mouth that I very nearly panicked, resulting in a loud squeal of surprise as I clutched at the back of his head. 

He was relentless. His lips affixed themselves to my mouth like a leech, sucking the breath from my lungs as our tongues fenced like two bitter rivals. His hands began to roam my body, feeling me, groping me, possessing me. My molested body responded by moving a little faster against him as I held his head still so my tongue could perhaps gain an advantage in our sparring. Soft whimpers rose from my throat as more of my growing passion filled my panties. 

"Take off your shorts and your panties," he whispered in a husky voice between gasps for air once the kiss ended. Despite my surprise at that particular request, I complied, kicking off the sandals and standing between my lover and the table, removing the indicated articles of clothing quickly before him. "On the table," he requested, and I sat on the edge of the table, leaning back as my mind at last realized what he intended to do next. 

Seconds later, he slid the chair closer to the table and leaned forward, his head perfectly placed between my legs. I heard him inhale deeply, savoring the aroma of my sex, my passion, my love, then felt his kiss directly above my womanhood. "Don't tease me!" I pleaded, fearful that he would indeed tease me nonetheless. 

He did tease me. First, he planted soft kisses all around the area where I most needed to feel his kiss, this as his hands slid up underneath my Usagi t-shirt and kneaded my breasts through the cups of my bra. When he finally withdrew his hands, he stood between my legs, kicked off his shoes, and proceeded to undress as I watched through lust-hazed eyes. Then he stepped forward, his powerful phallus in hand, poised to pierce my willing body so that we would be joined at the hip once again. 

Instead, he used his meaty erection to gently beat my clitoris. Each strike sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout my body, each shockwave registering in my soul as a foreshock. I felt myself trembling even as the fingers of his free hand respectfully stroked along my labia, spreading the passion seeping from deep within me. Soft purrs and mews filled my ears, and it took me a moment to realize that those sounds were actually coming from me. 

Then he sat again, his head leaning forward once more. With a hand on each thigh, I felt first his hot breath, then his hot tongue upon my feminine folds, and another lewd vocalization rose from my parted lips. My hands moved to my chest, crushing the image of Usagi, my hardened nipples responding to my touch despite the two layers of material between breasts and palms. 

Time stood still. In the darkness of a strange new apartment in a strange new city, two destined lovers grew ever closer. Love filled the air, charging the atmosphere in special ways and adding to the intensity of the action behind the closed door and curtains. 

When he plunged a pair of fingers inside me, he brushed repeatedly against my "special spot" as he fiercely sucked upon my clitoris. Every cell of my body exploded with carnal delight, my body lurching with every powerful gulp of air. My entire body shook with the power of an intense earthquake as my molten passion was expelled into the world. 


Twins in College Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Discussion

During the summer, on those occasions when we were both home alone, my big brother and I would gather in either my bedroom or his and sit at the laptop – specifically, I would sit atop his lap – while searching the Internet for various stories, audio files, video clips, and pictures of sexual activity. Not surprisingly, brother-sister erotica was a favorite for us, but we both also marveled at the inhuman rape of the female characters in the hentai images and video clips we found online. 

On our first morning alone in our apartment in Berkeley, my forbidden lover spooned with me, violating my body as he respectfully molested me, his touches slow and gentle underneath my Totoro bedspread. 

"Do you remember the last set of hentai clips we found online?" he asked softly into the back of my head. "The one where the blue-haired babe was trying to swim away while an octopus was having its way with her?" 

I giggled quietly, remembering that particular eight-clip scene vividly. The "blue-haired babe" in question had decided to go skinny-dipping in a small lake on the property she had just bought, not knowing that a lecherous old octopus lived at the bottom of the lake and thrived on the sexual fluids of young women. I also remembered sitting in my big brother's lap, watching and listening with rapt attention as he ran his hands up underneath my tank top, opened my front-hook bra, and kneaded my hard-tipped breasts while I wiggled repeatedly across the very noticeable bulge in his shorts. 

"'If only I were the octopus and you were the girl,' you whispered to me," I replied softly, "and I remember wishing the same thing, wishing that it was me being inhumanly raped just so I could know what it would feel like to have something so unusual being forced up inside me like that again and again." 

At that moment, my big brother thrust into me several times, then stilled himself inside me once more. "That was nice," I admitted, knowing that he could hear my smile. 

"Have there been any other hentai clips you particularly liked?" he asked. 

I somehow had the feeling that this line of questioning was designed to lead toward a specific goal. Unfortunately, I was unable to determine exactly what his goal was in this case. He was already buried deep inside me, so it could certainly not be a "ploy" to try to fuck me. Was he trying to find out what types of hentai I liked more than others? Perhaps was he leading me toward what he liked in terms of hentai? Maybe he was trying to hint of things he wanted to try with me now that we would have plenty of time alone? 

The latter question consumed my mind for a moment. Clearly, he was not a shapeshifter, so he did not have the ability to suddenly grow a few tentacles and rape me like the perverted octopus. What else would he want to try? Anal sex? Did he want to share me with someone – and, given that we had just moved into the apartment less than twenty-four hours earlier, who would he know in Berkeley to share me with? Back east, we had attended anime conventions in costume on occasion, so did he perhaps want me to find or make a specific costume and dress as that character to bring a hentai scene into reality? 

I turned my thoughts back to his question. Had there been any other hentai clips I particularly liked? 

"You're blushing," he noted, even though I could still feel his forehead against the back of my head. Yet again, my fraternal twin knew me just about as well as I knew myself. Once his comment permeated my thoughts, it was only then that I realized that I felt warmer, especially in the face and neck and chest. 

I simply nodded. What else could I do? 

"Why are you blushing? You know that I won't think bad of you based on your answer." 

I still drew a deep breath – one which subtly jostled his hand upon my breast – before I replied. "I liked the bondage ones the best." 

I heard my big brother's smile and felt him swell subtly within me. "You and I must be subconsciously telepathic," he quipped, then thrust slowly into me again, causing me to moan softly. 

A few moments of silence passed before I asked, "What did you like most about those bondage clips? Other than seeing those naked tits, I mean." 

We laughed together as my prohibited lover fondled my chest. He was definitely a "breast man," and he definitely made no qualms about it. When we were alone, he would often touch my breasts, squeezing them, feeling their weight in the palms of his hands, supporting them like a human bra, pinching or flicking the nipples, using them for leverage as he made love to me from behind. He would even occasionally spank my breasts lightly, or play them like bongo drums. Yet I definitely did not mind, as I had long felt that my chest was my best asset, and it had always given me quite a thrill when someone openly stared at my chest – especially when the "someone" happened to be my fraternal twin. 

"Well," he said, pausing to kiss my bare shoulder, "I was often imagining that it was you tied to the bedposts, or bound with ropes suspended from the ceiling, or being restrained by alien tentacles. I would picture you being suddenly exposed as your clothes were ripped off. I would imagine that I was hearing your screams as you were being beaten and whipped, or forced to endure devious sex toys or inhuman appendages." 

I considered that for a moment as I placed my hand upon his upon my breast. "I had wondered what it would be like to do all that as well," I admitted. "I don't think I'd want to be suspended from the ceiling, but to be tied with ropes or chains, or made to kneel before you and pleasure you, or even to be whipped and toyed with, I have wondered what that would be like, how I would feel, how well I would deal with the pain and whether I would somehow perversely enjoy being hurt, especially if I was experiencing all that with you." 

"Really?" His voice carried an undertone of surprise. "You really want to experience that? You really want to submit to me, baby sister? You really want me to hurt you?" 

"Yes," I replied, then added, "Master." 

"Not quite yet," he laughed into the back of my head. "We both have a lot to learn first before we truly embark down that path. I have done a very little research thus far online, and I know enough to understand that it can be somewhat dangerous if we want to try anything beyond just the barebones basics." 

We were silent for a few minutes, simply enjoying the intimacy. Then I happened to glance up at the digital alarm clock, and realized that the cable installation technician could arrive in as little as an hour. "We'd best get up and get dressed," I noted sadly. "And we'd better air out the bedroom, or the installation guy will wonder why this bedroom smells like sex when a brother and sister are living together." 

"So what? Let the installation guy wonder!" 

And my big brother made love to me. He rolled me to my stomach, slithered his hands underneath my breasts, and began to move within me. It was gentle and respectful, intimate and romantic, and so very different from our prior discussion. 

I completely forgot about the impending cable installation, as well as the entire world outside our tiny new home. The upcoming first semester was absolutely neglected. My big brother and I were all that mattered. Time stood still, and the future was full of unfathomable joy and delight for us both. 

Fortunately, the cable installation technician did not arrive until well after noon. That was good, because my big brother and I made love several times throughout the morning, each time with our voices singing together and my body being filled with his incestuous seed. 



Twins in College Ch. 03



Just days after my big brother and I had moved to California, I found myself a part-time job. In high school, I had worked part-time at a local family-owned video store, and I found a similar job in Berkeley. The only differences were the location, and the fact that this particular store was owned by a divorced childless woman and not a full family. 

The video store itself was within easy walking distance of our apartment building, and the clientele was largely students from the surrounding neighborhoods. There was a bit for me to learn – a different store layout, of course, but also different opening and closing procedures and a different cash register program – but I learned it all rather quickly and put in as many hours as I possibly could before classes were to begin. The owner even called my previous bosses and was well pleased with their response, resulting in my being granted one of the most coveted shifts in terms of pay: Saturday closing. 

One nice thing about this particular job was that everyone was paid weekly, not every two weeks, which the owner said made things easier on her. It was also a nice thing for the employees – all college students, with the exception of one high school student – to have a more "steady" stream of income instead of waiting every other week. To be honest, my big brother and I could have easily bypassed working given the size of our savings accounts and stock portfolios created by our parents just after we were born, but I definitely did not want to deplete my savings unless absolutely necessary, and my big brother felt the same. 

Because I started mid-week, I had to wait to paydays to receive my first paycheck. It happened to be on Saturday night, when the owner gave me my check prior to the start of my shift. "Don't spend it all in one place!" she advised with a wink and a smile as she handed it to me, and I laughed along with her, for I already knew how I planned to spend at least part of the paycheck. 

After class on Monday, I sought out a lingerie store. I did not have anything particular in mind in terms of what I would specifically buy; I only knew that I wanted to surprise my forbidden lover with something sexy that night. Just seeing all the possibilities and thinking of my big brother undressing me was making me wet, and I had to fight with myself to keep the impending smile off my face. 

When I finally returned to the apartment, however, I allowed myself to smile openly. 

*****

After dinner and a long cuddle while watching TV, my big brother went to his bedroom to start his first college assignment: an opinion paper on a particular article posted to the course Web site. Fortunately, I did not have any assignments following my first day of college, so I instead retired to my own bedroom to prepare for my forbidden lover's surprise. 

In time, I looked at myself in the mirror, quite pleased at the young woman looking back at me. All I wore was a black mesh crotchless teddy which left nothing to the imagination. Small embroidered red roses circled each cup of the thin garment, effectively decorating each breast. A small red bow rested atop the mons, adding additional decoration. The thong-style back felt odd, having something nestled between my lower cheeks, but it also felt sexy in itself. The teddy had no back, only a series of thin straps to ensure the mesh front would stay affixed to my front... until properly exposed by a specific person. 

As I watched myself in the mirror, I brushed my hair until it felt rather fluffy as it tumbled down my exposed upper back, then added just a subtle hint of rouge to my cheeks. Then, figuring that my big brother would eventually come looking for me once he had completed his assignment, I lit a few candles in my bedroom, turned off the light, and stretched out on my back upon the bed. My legs parted to reveal the crotchless nature of the teddy, my hands resting palms-up on either side of my head in the universal symbol of surrender, I waited, closing my eyes and trying to anticipate my forbidden lover's reaction to seeing me like this. 

"For me?" 

I slowly opened my eyes and smiled, seeing my big brother standing in the doorway, nude with the exception of his usual black briefs, with his eyes wide and his grinning face practically glowing. "For you, big brother," I replied softly. 

Already, I could see a stirring within the briefs my forbidden lover wore as he slowly approached the bed in the dim candlelight. He finally sat on the bed, looking me over once again before bending down to kiss me. While it was a struggle, I kept my arms in their surrender position, only moving my lips to kiss him even though I wanted to pull him on top of me, feel his weight pressing me into the bed. 

He at last sat up again, openly admiring me, admiring the see-through teddy, as he stroked my thigh. "When did you buy this?" 

"Today," I answered, "after class. I felt it would be a good way to spend part of the first paycheck." 

His hand slid up my thigh to the base of my torso, a finger slipping through the thin garment to gently stroke along my moistening folds. "You realize that you may as well be naked right now, don't you?" 

"Then you'd better undress me if you really want me to be truly naked for you," I returned with a soft laugh. 

He actually thought about that for a few moments, his finger finally penetrating my body. "Not quite yet," he said, perhaps more to himself than to me. He slipped a second finger inside me, then a third finger, then pressed his thumb against my clitoris, then closed his hand as if he was squeezing a rubbery toy ball. 

I had to admit, that felt really, really good. I closed my eyes and sighed softly, my lips parted. My hands still had not moved from their surrender position, and I was beginning to wonder if my big brother understood why my hands were by my head. 

"If I were to suck on your clit right now, would you mind?" he asked, surprising me with the question. "Of course not!" I replied quickly, my eyes still closed. 

"If I were to fuck you with the force of a rapist, would you mind?" "No, I'd love it if you raped me!" 

"If I were to grab your tits and squeeze until you were crying in pain and begging me to let you, would you mind?" "Perhaps a little, but that would still be okay." 

"If I were to suddenly shred your lingerie from you, would you mind?" "I'd be disappointed, since I'd love to wear this for you again sometime, but I wouldn't mind too much." 

"I'd definitely like to see you wearing this again as well," he responded honestly. 

Throughout our banter, his fingers had been moving within me, his thumb slipping across my clitoris with a similar rhythm. My body had begun to move in counterpoint, attempting to draw the familiar digits ever deeper inside me, attempting to have him lovingly stroking my very soul. I never needed much encouragement for my womanhood to weep with desire, and such was the case in this situation. 

Opening my eyes again, I looked at my big brother's crotch, noting that his sex was indeed ready to violate me. I so wanted to touch it, touch him, cause him to feel the same pleasure which was coursing through my blood and electrifying my nerves because of his illicit touches. 

Unfortunately, his hands left my body, and I whimpered softly in protest. However, he worked his sex through the opening in his briefs, then moved between my spread thighs, and it was clear what he planned to do: 

He was going to make love to me even while we were both still clothed (more or less). 

This was indeed a new experience for me. I was officially dressed, yet I was fully exposed, with my big brother's fleshy sword sheathed within me. My hands were still in their surrender position, and my big brother leaned forward, grasping my hands in that position. 

His face poised above mine, my big brother's eyes locked with mine as our bodies began to move against each other. Our lovemaking was slow, romantic, respectful, peppered with sweet lingering kisses that stole the breath from my lungs, yet it was no less powerful when my toes curled and my silent scream filled the candlelit bedroom. 

My chest heaving in the aftermath, I was graced by a kiss and a quick lick to the tip of my nose, which made me smile and laugh weakly. My forbidden lover then released my hands and leaned back, still buried within my quivering wet sheath. We both looked down to where our bodies were fused into one entity, and I moved my hands at last, feeling along the junction of our joining, touching my sex and his simultaneously. 

Leaning back on his heels, he encouraged me to sit upon him, so I moved to change position, impaling myself again as I sat atop his thighs. Our arms encircled each other, and we kissed slowly, our hands roaming and exploring. The candlelight made the entire situation rather romantic, especially as I felt our hearts beating in perfect synchronization. 

In time, however, I needed more than just a romantic cuddle while being deeply penetrated. Tightening my grip around his shoulders, I began to move. Soon the slapping sounds of our bodies was unmistakable in the bedroom, the wet sloshing sounds also discernable to my ears and to my skin. 

I was shoved backward upon the bed, yelping in surprise at the sudden action and barely able to get my hands down behind me. With his hands firmly gripping my hips, my big brother began to really rut into me, his grunts loud and heavy in the energy-filled air. He rose up on his knees, raising me as well, pounding into me with such an incredible force that it almost felt as if my breasts would be ripped from my body given how rapidly they were whipping back and forth atop my chest, yet even their whiplash movements added to the overall sensations I was feeling throughout my entire being. 

As another orgasm consumed me, my arms gave out, my head and shoulders falling to the bed. My body was arched severely, yet I did not feel any discomfort, the adrenaline masking any strain on my muscles and spine. My forbidden lover's thrusts suddenly stopped, and I could hear him struggle to hold back his own release. Then he rammed into me severely once, backed out slowly, rammed into me severely again, backed out slowly again, then rammed into me severely one final time and filled me with his white-hot love, calling my name several times. 

When I awoke in the morning, I was still wearing the barely-there teddy, with my big brother's arm draped across my stomach and his head upon my shoulder. He had not bothered to tuck himself back inside his briefs, and the sight of his manhood brought a smile to both my lips as I remembered the events which had taken place upon the very same bed just hours earlier. 

But what I found most unique was that the lingerie I had bought with part of my first paycheck was still actually being worn. I was still "fully dressed," yet rather sated. 

I made a mental note to look for some other crotchless items. 



Twins in College Ch. 04



My big brother and I had met Valerie on a few occasions, and she knew that we were fraternal twins. Valerie was our neighbor, a college Junior living alone in her two-bedroom apartment since her former roommate had moved out at the end of the previous academic year, and we had often seen her entering or leaving her apartment while we were doing the same. Since I was the one who typically did the laundry, I would occasionally also see her in the laundry room beneath our apartment. 

Valerie was indeed a stunning young woman. She was tall, about as tall as my big brother, and when she wore a skirt, it seemed as if her legs were each a mile in length; if she wore a skirt and heels, her legs somehow seemed even longer, even to my eyes. Her strawberry-colored hair and her many noticeable freckles inherently attracted the eyes of everyone in the vicinity. The tight tops she would typically wear definitely emphasized her breasts, and more than a few times I kidded my big brother about staring at Valerie's chest. 

As I was removing the laundry from one of the dryers and folding the clothes, Valerie came into the laundry room carrying a large basket of dirty clothes. We chatted a bit: football, classes, an upcoming party one of her friends would be hosting, what we would be wearing for the building's Halloween celebration for the neighborhood kids... 

Then, the conversation changed abruptly, just as I was about to return upstairs: 

"Is your brother... Is he fucking you?" 

I felt simultaneously hot and cold: hot from an instant blush, cold from the realization that my big brother and I had been discovered. 

"If not, who is it that has you wailing so wantonly so often? I'm jealous!!!" 

I felt instantly relieved. Valerie knew that I was living with my big brother, and that we attended different colleges in the Bay Area. However, she seemed to think that there was another guy with access to my apartment to take his pleasure from my body. That was fine with me; in my opinion, she could think whatever she wanted to think about me and my big brother. 

"I shall never tell," I finally said with a wink and a smile, picking up my laundry basket. "And I shall never reveal your secret either, about how you moan sexily many evenings in your living room. I hope whoever is pleasuring you is someone I can someday meet as well." 

I would assume that my last statement had caused Valerie's jaw to rebound off the floor of the laundry room. 

By the time I returned to the apartment, however, I was shaken again. I was internally berating myself for allowing any hint of my beautiful, illicit relationship to seep out from the four walls I shared with my fraternal twin. 

Yet, as I was putting away my big brother's clothes, I began to change my mind. The threat of having this socially-unacceptable relationship discovered somehow added an additional "thrill" to the love I felt within these walls. It was something I simply could not explain. 

About an hour later, just as I finished making dinner, by forbidden lover returned from his classes. By this time, I was back to my usual cheery self, wearing just a black thong and my matching old faded Maki Burn-Up! t-shirt. As I stirred a pot on the stove, he came up behind me, cupping my breasts as he kissed the top of my head. 

After dinner, I laid upon him on the sofa, my back to his front as he fondled my body, causing the crotch of my thong to dampen. With all the curtains closed, it was fairly dark in the apartment, with an Enigma CD playing softly as sandalwood incense burned nearby: 





Twins in College Ch. 05



Chapter 05: Black

"I have an idea," my big brother suggested. "How about pizza tonight?" 

How could I refuse? Just the mention of the word "pizza" made my mouth water as I thought of pepperoni and pineapple and bacon combined together. 

"With that wide smile," he joked, "I'll take that as a 'yes.'" 

I hugged my big brother tightly. In actuality, while it was my night to cook dinner, I was not really in the mood to cook anyhow, and we were out of leftovers. 

"But first, I have a request..." 

"You want to fuck me inside the glass door to the apartment complex while we're waiting for the pizza to arrive?" I joked. 

"Intriguing," he admitted with a laugh, "but no. Something more simple, more basic, less conspicuous." 

That had me intrigued, and I looked into my big brother's eyes. 

"Go put on some all-black outfit," he said. "For me. Please." 

That was indeed a most unusual request after talking about ordering pizza. I tried for several seconds, but simply could not fathom how pizza and black clothing went together – even if he were to instigate a food fight, the dark color would almost certainly prevent anything "incriminating" from being revealed to his eyes. The fact that we are fraternal twins did not help in this case, as I simply could not crack the code of his sometimes-twisted thinking. 

"Okay," I finally agreed. "Do you want me to wear anything specific, or just anything in black?" 

He thought for a moment. "Black miniskirt, tight black tank top, no bra, no panties, black low heels." He kissed my forehead briefly. "While you're changing, I'll order the usual. Okay with you?" 

"Okay with me." I kissed him briefly on the lips, then stepped away. "And get two two-liters of Dr. Pepper, okay? We're about out and I forgot to buy more on the way home today." 

"Will do." He moved toward the telephone while I retired to my bedroom to change into the requested outfit, still baffled by his rather specific request. 

When I returned to the living room, no one was there. So I went to my big brother's bedroom to find him stretched out on the bed, fully naked. Now I was definitely intrigued as to why he would want for me to be dressed like this while he wore only his birthday suit. 

Upon seeing me, he held out a hand to me, and I approached, taking his hand and sitting on the bed beside him. He pulled me down for a kiss, and my hand seemed to shoot directly to his growing erection as if fired from a cannon. It did not take long for him to begin moaning softly into my mouth, and my moans joined his as he deftly manipulated a breast. 

Eventually, however, I was nudged away, and I gave a mock pout. "Get on your hands and knees," he instructed me, and I complied. I cooed softly as he pushed my black denim miniskirt up atop my rear. I wiggled my ass at him, smiling when I heard his soft sigh of appreciation. 

"What are you planning?" I asked my big brother, but his voice did not answer me. Instead, he teased me as his response, sliding the tip of his meaty shaft along my sex, spreading my natural lubrication. He also spanked me a few times, increasing the warmth below my hips. 

When my forbidden lover finally entered my body, it was slow and cautious, respectful and loving. Once he was fully sheathed within me, his hands slid up my tank top, gliding along my skin en route to my chest. Cupping my breasts, he hauled me upward until my back was against his chest, then began to move within me. Through my tank top, I placed my hands over his, causing him to squeeze my feminine swells as his thrusts slowly increased in speed and force. 

Just as I was mewing like a kitten, his hands retracted from inside my tank top, and he pushed me back down to my hands and knees again upon the bed. Gripping my hips, he became more rough with me, turning from romantic to lustful. 

"Take me hard!" I pleaded between moans of delight, and he complied. His fingernails dug into my hips as he took control of my body, slamming me back into him as he rutted into me. We were soon both grunting rather loudly, and I was definitely sweating inside the tank top, but I did not care. Yet even as the copulation continued, a small part of my mind was still trying to calculate what my big brother had in mind with this particular scenario. 

A hand left my hip, then found my clitoris. "Yes!" I squealed as his fingers began to deftly toy with my sensitive bud, and what little control I had began to erode rapidly. Between the repeated filling of my sex and the incredible sensations firing outward from my clitoris and the swaying of my breasts beneath me and the fact that my own big brother was the one causing the passion within me to rise so rapidly, I knew that I would soon scream for him. 

His other hand left my hip, and suddenly my head was being pulled backward by my hair. It was definitely uncomfortable, not painful, but it added yet another layer of delight to the prohibited encounter. My squeals and moans and grunts ever louder, I backed against him with ferocious need, wondering just how long I could hold back my loving deluge before the dam of my willpower finally broke. 

Just as the dam splintered apart and my voice rang out in the bedroom, I felt myself shoved forward onto my stomach, and suddenly my body was empty. I screamed into a pillow, humping the bed furiously, not fully comprehending the fact – or even wondering why – I no longer felt any tactile contact with my big brother, even though I could still sense his presence and his love. 

Calmed at last, I lifted my head and looked around to find myself alone in the bedroom. My clothes definitely were sticking to me, making me feel somewhat uncomfortable. Slowly, I rose from the bed, and looked at myself in the mirror on the inside of the closet door, noting the visible damp spots of sweat upon my front, especially around my chest. My face was still flushed, and my hair was not what one would expect from a "good girl." The scent of sex was definitely noticeable, but I was uncertain if it was simply because I was in the bedroom or if that scent was emanating heavily from me. 

Still baffled by the entire situation, I decided to demand some answers from my forbidden lover, and found him in the living room, now wearing shorts as he set out plates and cups on the table. "You look like you've just been fucked," he noted aloud with a definite smile and a glimmer of wickedness in his eyes. 

"If I look that way, it's because you did this to me!" I stepped up behind him and pressed myself against him, wrapping my arms around his chest. As I kissed his back between the shoulder blades, I could taste the dried sweat and smell the scent of sex upon him. 

"Why didn't you cum inside me like you usually do?" I asked. "And also, why did you want me wearing such a specific outfit this time? Do you have some new type of fetish or something that I should know about?" 

"No," he replied, avoiding my first two questions. Stepping out of my grasp, he went over to the stereo and put in a CD. Seconds later, the opening notes of "Orinoco Flow" filled the air. 

"Do you intend to continue avoiding my questions?" I asked. "You've really baffled me this time!" 

"Good." 

The door buzzer sounded, signaling that our dinner had arrived. "Even better," my big brother said softly. Then, turning to me: "Can you go get the pizza and drinks, please?" 

"Um, sure," I replied. I saw the money had already been set atop the bookcase by the door, so I checked that the person awaiting at the front of the building was indeed the pizza delivery person, then went downstairs to pay for and accept our dinner. 

The entire transaction was normal, although I did notice the delivery guy glancing at my chest a few times, but, even without the visible sweat stains, that was not unusual. As I handed him the money, I noticed that my big brother had provided a larger-than-usual tip, but I figured he knew what he was doing. 

I left the delivery guy at the door as it closed and turned around to mount the nearby staircase. "Oh my goodness! Damn!!!" I heard him exclaim, which seemed odd to me, but I did not pay the comment too much attention, even though it seemed like an unusual thing for him to say. 

"What was his reaction?" I was asked once I returned to the apartment with the pizza and drinks. 

"He said, 'Oh my goodness! Damn!!!'" I replied as my big brother lifted the two plastic Dr. Pepper bottles from atop the sturdy pizza box. When I noticed his wide grin, I had to demand again, "Just what the heck is going on here?" 

"Set the pizza on the table and take off your top," he instructed me as he took the drinks to the kitchen. This was definitely quite weird, and I was actually starting to feel rather uncomfortable about the entire situation, despite my deep love for and undying trust in my big brother. Nonetheless, I complied. 

...and as I held the garment in my hand, I noticed a few drying streaks of white upon the back of the black tank top. 

"You didn't!!!" 

"I did." 

To say I was mortified does not even begin to explain how I felt, yet part of me also found the situation to be quite original and even humorous. I fell to a sitting position in one of the chairs at the table, and wanted to both cry and laugh at the same time. 

A moment later, I felt the familiar arms cradling my head as my big brother stood beside me. Instinctively, I buried my face in his ribs, my arms wrapped tightly around him, tears streaming down my face as I laughed uncontrollably. I felt both used and suckered, yet the brilliance of his plan was certainly not lost on me. 

"Did I push things too far?" he asked quietly, his voice just barely audible above the music yet clearly full of concern. 

Did he push things too far? I could not decide. Yet somehow, despite being our usual order, the pizza that night was the best I had tasted to date. 



Twins in College Ch. 06



"My older brother is coming to visit this weekend!" Valerie beamed as she transferred her laundry from a washer to an adjacent dryer. "I haven't seen him since Spring Break." 

"That's good to know," I stated as I began to load my big brother's laundry into another washer. "Where does he live again?" 

"David works in D.C., a staffer to some Representative whose name I can never remember." Valerie shrugged. "Then again, he's the one who adores politics, not me. For me, the most political thing I tend to think about is how pissed off some ultra-far-right person would be if I wore a particular outfit!" 

I had to smile at that. Valerie's wardrobe could easily be summarized in two words: "tight" and "revealing." Even the "casual" clothing she liked to wear – ripped denim shorts and tube top – embodied those two words as much as did her own body. 

A few minutes later, Valerie returned upstairs to her apartment, leaving her laundry basket behind. I started the washing machine and sat at the table, opening a textbook and a notebook to do some studying while the washing machine did its work. 

*****

I decided to surprise my big brother and meet him at the BART station, and his smile when he saw me made the decision worthwhile. He gave me a long, tight hug – certainly attracting the attention of passersby – before we began the walk back to our tiny, cozy, love-filled home. 

"Guess who's coming to visit Valerie this weekend?" I began. Then I simply blurted out the answer: "Her older brother. She seemed really excited to have him visiting her again." 

"'Again?'" 

"She's a Junior, remember. She moved to the apartment last year, but her roommate later moved out to live with her fiancé. Her brother was last here to see her during Spring Break, and her internship had kept her here all summer long, so it's definitely been a while since they've seen each other." 

"Interesting..." my big brother thought aloud. "Perhaps she also has some sort of illicit affair with her brother." 

I elbowed him gently in the ribs. "Not every girl makes love to her brother like I do!" I quietly pointed out to him. He simply smiled at that, shifting his backpack upon his shoulder. 

*****

Friday night, I eagerly swallowed the last of my big brother's sticky white love, looking up at him in the dim candlelit living room. "Thank you for dessert," I said softly, gently stroking his thighs as his fingers continued to toy with my hair. "That was exactly what I needed." 

He knelt before me, and we hugged enthusiastically. Soon we were stretched out upon the carpet, allowing our eyes and our hands and our hearts to do all the talking. The silence was wonderful, and the air was charged with our loving energy. His manhood began to lengthen and solidify again, so I decided to tease and entice him, straddling him with his hardening erection nestled within the folds of my sex as I slid slowly back and forth upon him, both of us sighing contentedly as our hands joined and our eyes jousted. 

"You're so beautiful in the candlelight," my forbidden lover whispered finally. "Perhaps we should only use candles from now on at night, no electric lights." 

I thought about that for a moment. "Then that also means no TV, no DVD player, no VCR, no computers, and not even a refrigerator, as they all cast off some light, dim or bright." 

"Damn, you're right." Then he pulled me down upon him to kiss me, and I could still taste myself upon his lips from when he had eaten me earlier. 

The kiss lingered, deepened, extended. I was losing myself yet again in my big brother's immoral touches and prohibited kisses. I had completely forgotten about the world outside our four walls, outside our fortress of illicit love. 

Then I heard Valerie's voice again as she proclaimed her growing passion. Knowing that her brother should have arrived late in the afternoon, it seemed only logical that if I was hearing her voice through that particular wall, she was in the living room, either performing for her brother or giving herself to her brother. 

Do I live next to a brother fucker? I wondered. If so, that is rather ironic!!! 

Somehow, hearing Valerie's occasional gasps and moans penetrating the shared wall added fuel to the passionate fire already burning inside my soul. As I imagined Valerie laying on a table as her brother sat between her legs and gently licked and probed her body, my own body began to hump my own brother slowly. Our kisses intensified, as did my own brother's groping of my body. "I feel so damn dirty!" I whispered between kisses, silenced as my forbidden lover's tongue suddenly shot deep into my open mouth. 

Valerie's sounds of desire intensified, as did my humping of my own brother. My clitoris impacted his sex just perfectly every time, sending shockwaves coursing throughout my body at the speed of lightning. I gave up on kissing him, instead burying my face in his neck and clutching his head with the desperation of a half-drowned swimmer clinging to a floating log. His hands now on my lower cheeks, he used his tight grip to slam my clitoris upon his meaty manhood with even more force, and although I tried to keep quiet so I could better hear my neighbor's rising passion, my own voice rang in my ears, overpowering the thundering sound of my rapid heartbeat. 

"Oh Davey! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" 

Indeed, her older brother was sampling her body, and that was the trigger. My mouth opened wide in a voiceless scream, the release I sought consumed me, setting every cell of my body vibrating rapidly even as I stiffened upon my big brother, my crotch ground roughly into his. 

I do not remember being rolled to my back upon the floor. All I know is that as my forbidden lover finally sheathed himself inside me, I heard Valerie's voice again: 

"Fuck me hard, Davey!" 

While my brother took his time, very slowly making love to me, Valerie's brother took her hard and fast. Through the shared wall, I could hear each jarring impact of their bodies. Valerie's voice was louder than ever before, short, sharp outbursts cut off by each violent impact as the breath was forced from her lungs. 

My ankles upon my big brother's shoulders, I gazed deep into his eyes, into his soul, and saw the flame of love within him. I wondered for a moment if the couple across the wall shared a bond as profound as the one I shared with my twin, or if Valerie and Davey were simply using each other for occasional short-term gratification instead. 

Valerie's loud wail startled me from my thoughts, causing me to clench involuntarily around the welcome invader, which in turn caused my big brother to groan softly. I heard her brother begin to grunt, louder and louder, practically in sync with the collision of their bodies. "Not in me! Not in me!" Valerie cried, and seconds later, the collisions ended, but the triumphant male growl was evidence of his release, her squeal evidence that his release had indeed landed upon her. 

"Do you think that was her brother Valerie was fucking?" my big brother asked quietly, caressing my legs as he held himself still inside me. 

"Definitely," I replied. "I assume Davey and David are the same person. And that makes her a brother fucker." 

"Just like you," my big brother stated nonchalantly. 

"Just like me," I agreed with a smile and a nod. "I am most definitely a brother fucker. But at least I'm on The Pill, whereas Valerie apparently isn't." 

I was indeed a brother fucker, and I was damn proud of it, too!!! But that night, however, we did not fuck. Instead, we made love, there on the living room floor, multiple times through the night. 

***** 

Monday, I had just left my apartment to go to a morning class when Valerie stepped out of her apartment and locked the door. Only then did she notice me, but by then, I had already noticed the radiant glow about her. "Good morning, Valerie." 

"Hey." She blushed suddenly, apparently just then realizing who had spoken to her, then turned and ran off. "I'm late! I've gotta go!" She ran down the staircase, and I heard her leave the building while I tried to imagine the embarrassment she must have felt, realizing that I had probably heard her fucking her brother several times during the weekend, and for just a moment, I toyed with the idea of asking her a most unexpected question the next time I saw her: 

"Is your brother... Is he fucking you?" 



Twins in College Ch. 07



The video store where I worked kept a stock of adult films. These were typically releases from the past six months, after which time the owner would list them on eBay at a reduced price. Many of them, she said, would sell on the first listing; the others would typically be won on the second listing. It was a concept which intrigued me. 

Another concept which intrigued me was simply renting an adult film. Certainly, the store had its regular customers who preferred adult films to the more mainstream fare. Many of them would blush a little as they handed the selected titles to me or one of my co-workers. Some would specifically wait until there was no line at the counter before they even attempted to approach the register. A few acted rather nonchalantly, as if they were renting a Barney title for their pre-school kids or relatives. And there were a few who always hit on the female staff when they paid for the rental. 

I had no problem whatsoever with going behind the curtain to restock the shelves in the adult section. It amazed me at first just how many types of fetishes there are... and the adult industry has a plethora of titles for each one. From "straight sex" to bisexual to gay to lesbian to legs to big busts to hentai to interracial to shemales to Asians to bondage to lolitas to gangbangs to bukkake to... In short, just one trip to the adult section to restock the shelves was a lesson in itself. 

...a lesson my parents would be shocked to know I had had, voluntarily. 

Ever since I had begun working at the video store, I had wanted to rent an adult title – partially just to say I had done it, but partially to watch one with my big brother. But I did not want my co-workers or the owner to know that I was renting something as "scandalous" as an adult film. 

I finally had my chance. 

To cover for a co-worker when her mother was visiting, several of us traded parts of our schedules for parts of hers. At first, I simply added a Friday closing shift to my work schedule, with the agreement that she would take one of my Saturday close shifts later. But eventually, I ended up swapping shifts with another co-worker, so my weekend schedule consisted of a Friday close shift followed by a Saturday opening shift, with Saturday night off. 

That was my chance. 

After closing Friday night, Joyna and I had nearly finished cleaning when her uncle knocked at the back door. I told Joyna to go, as I only had to finish vacuuming the adult section anyhow, and I knew that she was never truly comfortable in that part of the store. 

Just as Joyna and her uncle were leaving, my big brother arrived. Of course, I invited him into the store, and locked the back door behind him. Together, we went to the adult section, closing the curtain behind us. 

Immediately, we kissed and hugged. Several minutes must have passed, but it seemed like only several seconds. 

"I need to finish vacuuming," I told him. "But I have an idea. Why don't you pick out something for us to watch tonight," I said with a wink and a smile, "and I'll bring it back with me for the opening shift tomorrow and check it back in before anyone notices." 

"It already is tomorrow," he replied, "but sure." 

I resumed vacuuming, smiling to myself. I wondered what my forbidden lover would select. My first thought was that he would choose a lesbian title. Then I thought of his comments once about some bukkake clips he had found online and played for me. Then I remembered our conversation about hentai and tentacle rape, and I was almost certain that he would select a hentai title. 

I finished and put the vacuum back in its place in the closet behind the counter, then returned to the adult section. "How about this one?" my big brother asked. "It's a selection of amateur-made bondage videos, and from the screenshots, some of it looks rather intense." 

As I reached him, I took the box from his hands and looked over the description and the images. It seemed that every dominant was male and every submissive was female. 

"Sounds good to me," I said. "Good choice." I kissed his cheek, then turned to go check this out. 

However, I was suddenly grabbed by the breasts and pulled back into my big brother's chest. "Of course," he whispered, "we could also just spend the night right here doing adult things amongst the adult titles." 

I giggled at that thought – appealing as it was – and squirmed my way out of his grasp. "Perhaps another time," I said. 

The walk home seemed much longer than usual because of my desire to watch this with my big brother. But eventually, he sat on the sofa while I sat in his lap. The only light came from the TV screen as he picked up the remote to start the DVD. 

Whoever was responsible for creating this DVD had done things "properly," disabling the option to skip the FBI warning and the sex-line commercials. So we used this time to kiss and fondle. Already, I could feel the familiar manhood solidifying and lengthening against me, just as I was certain my forbidden lover could feel my nipples trying to poke holes in the cups of my bra. 

At last, the main menu appeared. Removing a hand from inside my thong, he picked up the remote again and pressed Play. 

The discovery of adult films was about to begin. I was about to voluntarily have another lesson which would truly shock our parents. 

The first scene was rather loving and romantic in a way. A tall, muscular man in swim trunks grabbed a coil of red rope from a shed and stepped back outside into the daylight. The camera followed him as he approached the house, and a tall woman – practically an Amazonian goddess – emerged from the back door dressed as a bride, her arms behind her. 

That was unexpected, especially for an amateur scene. She had not been shown in the screenshots on the box cover. 

The bride descended the steps from the porch and stood in the grass, her cuffed wrists finally coming into view as her arms were lifted. The camera focused on the man's handiwork as he slowly and carefully performed breast bondage on her. The red of the rope contracted sharply with the white of the wedding dress, and the red color clearly enhanced the swells of her breasts in a way that even I found appealing. Then he fondled her chest for a few minutes, occasionally kissing her as she kept her hands behind her. 

At last, he lowered her veil, took her by the hand, and led her away from the house. There was a trail near the house, leading into a thick region of trees, and he led her along the trail, the camera following them diligently with nary a cut. 

Just as the walk through the trees was becoming boring, I could hear the sound of flowing water. At first, I thought it would simply be a stream or small river nearby, but the sound kept increasing in volume. At last, the couple emerged into a clearing, and ahead of them was a waterfall spilling into a small lake before flowing off-screen to the right. 

The dominant led the submissive straight into the lake, even though she was wearing heels. I found that unbelievable, almost as insane as Timmy's mother in the old Lassie series wearing heels on a farm! Yet he slowed their pace, allowing her the time she needed to assure herself of steady footsteps. 

The cameraperson remained on the shore, but zoomed in on the couple as they made their way toward the waterfall. The sound of the falling liquid was fairly loud even at this distance, attesting to the powerful technology used in the microphone of the camera. 

Once at the waterfall, the bride was turned around, the water tumbling behind her. She raised her arms, and with his hands upon her chest, the dominant eased her backward. She shrieked initially as the water descended her back, its temperature apparently rather cool. Once she was pressed against the rock behind the waterfall, he reached into the pouring stream, seemed to search with his hand for something, and pulled out a chain with a clip at its end, surprising me again. The clip was attached to the ring of a cuff, then the same process was repeated to secure her other wrist to the cliff. 

The dominant walked away, leaving her there, bound to the cliff under a torrent of falling water. The camera focused upon her as she stood in water up to her waist. The unblinking eye roamed her body, objectifying her with a stereotypical masculine gaze, yet I was fascinated by the ropework and how it was used to enhance the now-wet look of her covered breasts. 

In time, the dominant returned, a long, thin stick in his hand. I was curious as to why he was carrying a big stick until he stood to the bride's side and held the stick directly in front of her chest. 

Vicariously, I "felt" every strike of the stick. It was as if the bride's breasts were being punished simply because she was conceived and born as a female. More than at any other time in my young life to date, I was conspicuously aware of my own breasts, and not just because my big brother was squeezing them as the bride's breasts were being beaten. 

She wriggled and squirmed at first, but apparently the pain of the beating became too much for her, for she eventually was pulling furiously against the chains and screaming with each strike. Above the sound of the waterfall, I could hear her sobs, yet the man did not relent. 

At last, he cast the stick aside, lifted the veil, and kissed her madly. His hands groped her, possessed her as if she were simply a coveted, idolized object. 

Damn, I was wet!!! 

Eventually, the bride was released, and carefully led back to the shore with the veil lifted, showing how badly her makeup had run from her crying and from the waterfall. Once on shore, the camera watched closely as the red rope was slowly unknotted and removed. I was somewhat horrified at the condition of her heels, now almost certainly ruined. The wedding dress might have been salvageable, but would certainly take a fair amount of effort to restore. 

The dominant coiled the rope and held it in one hand. Using his other hand to pull the bride to him, he kissed her one more time, then took her hand and led her back up the trail as the screen faded to black. 

"Wow, that was hot!" my big brother commented, his throbbing erection pressed against my leg. "I loved the way she screamed." 

I was too lost in thought to comment, but my thoughts were disrupted by the next scene. A short blonde woman was blindfolded and naked, tied with scarves to the bedposts. Countless canned candles lined the top of the dresser in the background of the shot while the camera remained stationary. A man dressed in entirely black, including a black ski mask and painfully-dark sunglasses, moved between dresser and bed, unceremoniously dumping the hot contents of each can onto her body. She hissed and squirmed each time, but never complained, even when he dumped the melted wax upon her unprotected sex. I had to admit that the way she moved was enticing, as were the sounds escaping her lips. 

Between the on-screen action and the in-person action of my big brother's fingers plunging repeatedly into me, the crotch of my thong was thoroughly drenched. I was horny, and I needed more than just fingers inside me. 

I do not recall the next few lengthy scenes, as I was on my back on the floor as my big brother made love to me. I remember the screams and the sound of chains rattling, and a few spoken commands, but my attention was focused almost totally upon person upon and inside me, the one person whose every command I would obey even if it meant degradation or pain for me. 

I was definitely quite tired in the morning when I returned to the video store. I was the first one there, as planned, so I immediately checked in the DVD and placed it back upon the shelf. Only then did I go to the drop box near the front door to pick up the films customers had left for us while we were closed. 

I was just checking in the last of the returned films when Sara arrived at the back door. She looked at me a little strangely when we greeted each other, but did not say anything else. I could only wonder:

Did I have "I watch adult films" tattooed to my forehead? 

But I had to wonder if I was any different from our other customers who rented the adult titles. After all, I had not seen even one-quarter of the DVD. If I had only seen one-quarter of a major Hollywood film, I would have been a little peeved. But in this case, I still felt strangely satisfied. 

...in more ways than one.



Twins in College Ch. 08



Depending on our whims, sometimes my big brother and I would sleep in his bed, sometimes in my bed. If one of us went to bed before the other, we would use the bedroom of the one who went to sleep first. But regardless of whose bed we had shared during the night, it was always thrilling to awaken in the morning in my forbidden lover's presence – typically, in his protective arms. 

This was especially true one particular Saturday morning. We had gone to bed together well after midnight, after watching all three Sailor Moon films consecutively. That night, having drifted to sleep in my big brother's arms, my dream had been full of images of us dressed as Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen, as we had been once at an anime convention a few years earlier. But in the dream, we were high atop a Tokyo skyscraper, looking out across the neon night at Tokyo Tower in the distance as he stood behind me, fondling me with exponentially-growing lust as I braced myself against the tall fence at the edge of the roof... 

Awakening in the morning, I found myself once again in my big brother's protective arms, my naked body pressed snugly against him underneath his Escher-style bedspread. The remnants of my dream not having truly been dispelled by full consciousness, I felt as if I was being kissed on the forehead by Tuxedo Kamen himself, even though part of my mind realized that it was my real lover's real kiss upon my real forehead that was stirring such real warmth in my real belly. 

It was in those awkward, disorienting, hazy moments, caught in that fuzzy mist between dream and consciousness, that I decided that we should again dress as Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen for Halloween. 

*****

Fortunately, we had decided to keep the Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen costumes after the anime convention, and our parents found them in the attic and shipped them to us. I was studying in my bedroom late one afternoon when my big brother returned to the apartment with an announcement: "They've arrived!" 

I abandoned my homework in my bedroom and found my big brother standing at the table in the living room, about to delve into the box with a pocketknife. Moments later, he pulled out my Sailor Moon costume from nearly two years earlier, and a sense of pride filled my chest, for I had made the costume almost entirely by hand. 

I knew that some alterations would be needed for both costumes. I had actually grown an inch in height and filled out a little more around the chest and hips in those two years, and he had grown nearly two inches in both height and waist. Clearly, I would have some work to do on the costumes, but I was actually looking forward to the task. 

While I worked on the alterations to the costumes, my big brother took it upon himself to scour our collection of anime music for a good mix of Sailor Moon music he could burn onto a CD so it would play on constant loop during the three hours the neighborhood kids would be in the building for the typical Halloween trick-or-treating. It was so good to hear the music again – songs from the series and the films, background music, karaoke versions of my favorite songs, and even some one-liners from both the Japanese and English versions of the series and films that he had stored on his laptop. But he still was not done, for once he had selected the music and one-liners and sound effects for the CD, he then spent several hours on a Sunday afternoon essentially blending them all together into a nonstop aural Sailor Moon orgy. 

*****

At last, Sunday October 30 was upon us. Halloween itself had arrived. 

The anime posters on the walls had been rearranged so that the Sailor Moon posters were easily visible from the doorway. The special CD my big brother had spent so much time creating was playing, loud enough to be heard from the doorway yet quiet enough to not intrude in any conversations. Although the volume was off, one of my favorite Sailor Moon episodes – the one where Usagi and Ami meet Rei – was playing on the TV screen via continual-repeat VideoCD playback on the DVD player. A recently-purchased life-size plushy Luna toy was perched upon a sofa arm, also in easy sight of the doorway. Thanks to eBay, two new, unused decks of Sailor Moon playing cards waited atop the small bookcase by the door. And I was already dressed as Sailor Moon, standing at the kitchen counter, pouring bags of Tootsie Rolls into a large bowl and trying to maintain my willpower (so unlike Usagi!) so that I would not devour the candies before the neighborhood children arrived. 

He finally stepped into the tiny kitchen. The Tootsie Rolls bags now empty, I simply gazed upon him fondly for a few moments as I felt his eyes tracking all over my body. My Tuxedo Kamen looked wonderful, even better than the animated version I knew so well. I only hoped that I portrayed Sailor Moon with equal effectiveness and allure. 

Then my big brother stepped forward, took me in his arms, and kissed my lips with the same tender, heartfelt affection with which Tuxedo Kamen kisses Sailor Moon, with a gentleness that heralded love and respect yet with an awesome power that vacuumed the breath from my lungs. 

We stood together in the kitchen for several minutes, kissing and hugging and caressing each other. I could feel the hardening within his slacks, and I was certain that he could feel the hardening points upon my chest. Yet, we kept our actions clean. 

After all, Sailor Moon was clearly intended as a "family show." 

At last, I reluctantly stepped away. "It's nearly time," I said – more as a breathless explanation to myself than to him – and took the candy-filled bowl to the bookcase. Then, as is the tenants' custom for the Halloween visitors, I opened the door and retreated back inside to my Tuxedo Kamen. The music playing at that moment from the specially-created CD was a karaoke version of "Moonlight Destiny," and we danced together in full view of anyone who might stroll past our open door, our eyes locked in the silent communication of longtime lovers. 

Just before the beautiful song ended, I heard the voices of several young children downstairs. Reluctantly, we separated, and made our way to the open door. Within minutes, the first group of a steady stream of children of all ages arrived at our door. We had our distinct roles: I gave small handfuls of Tootsie Rolls to the costumed children (and also to the older, costumed "children") and greeted them all in my very limited Japanese, while my Tuxedo Kamen continually shuffled the playing cards and gave one card to each costumed visitor. 

A few of the more anime-knowledgeable parents and older "children" seemed to particularly appreciate the gesture of the playing cards. Upon hearing the music and seeing the Sailor Moon posters, several people asked to step inside and look around, and seemed quite satisfied with the Sailor Moon theme we had established; these were almost certainly otaku, in the American sense of the term. 

Throughout the afternoon, we were visited by wizards and princesses, goblins and athletes, Stormtroopers and mice, dogs and vampires, presidents and scientists, and the requisite countless Disney characters. And, of course, there were a few other anime characters who appeared at our door, including Lupin, San and Ashitaka, a very convincing Armitage, and – quite to my surprise – the real Mimarin. By the time the parade of trick-or-treaters ended, I had successfully given away almost all of the Tootsie Rolls, and my big brother only had three Sailor Moon playing cards remaining: two Jokers (one with Tuxedo Kamen and one with Sailor Moon) and an Eight of Hearts (with the Inner Senshi in their schoolgirl personas). 

I closed the door at last, shutting out the world, and turned to see my sweet lover looking at the three playing cards remaining, and an idea formed in my mind. As the smile spread across my lips, he looked up at me, his eyes narrowing as my smile was mirrored upon his face. Once again, the fact that my big brother and I are twins was demonstrated by our similar thoughts. 

A few minutes later, the curtains closed, we sat at the table as I dealt us Poker hands using my personal, well-worn Sailor Moon playing cards, the very same set my big brother had given me as a birthday present several years earlier. I had lost track of the number of times we had played Rummy or Poker or especially Euchre together, almost always using these very same cards. I was quite certain that I would end up losing the match, as I seemed to never be lucky when playing Poker (not even against a computer), but I never minded being partially or completely naked in my twin's presence. 

Simply the anticipation of losing to him yet again caused my panties to dampen. 

As "Moon Revenge" played in the background, I contemplated my opening hand. Minutes later, I was removing my shoes per my big brother's request, as he had won the first round. 

Luck was not usually on my side when playing Poker, but this time seemed to be different. Instead of losing roughly 80% of the hands, I was actually winning about one of every two hands. It actually appeared that I might still have some "dignity" remaining while my big brother sat naked before me. I was not at all certain if I should hope to win the match or hope to lose instead, but no matter the outcome, I knew that it would be worthwhile. 

Ultimately, we were equally vulnerable: My beautiful big brother sat wearing just his black briefs, while I sat wearing only my white panties. I looked at my hand and was sorely disappointed: With the particular array of cards in my hand, I felt that I had absolutely no chance of winning the round and thus the match, even if I did exchange the permitted maximum of three cards. A quick glance at my twin revealed that he felt the same. Thus the question: Were his cards actually worse than mine? 

We both sat and stared at our cards for several minutes, occasionally glancing at each other only semi-discreetly... and I noticed with pride that his glances tended to linger on my exposed chest. Finally, we each discarded three cards, and he dealt three new cards to each of us. As I reviewed the possibilities, I realized that I was about to lose the match, and sighed in resignation. 

So much for a rare win. 

At last, we set down our hands. I set mine down first: a pair of sixes, with a nine, a four, and a two. 

He then set his down: a pair of sixes, with a nine, a four, and a two. 

How appropriate for fraternal twins to end up with near-identical hands. The only differences were the suits and their related colors... and the Sailor Moon image on each card. 

We both had a good long laugh at the situation. Only in a Hollywood film – or perhaps a really good story – should such a situation have occurred. 

Once the laughter subsided, we began to wonder aloud: Was this effectively a draw, or did we both just lose (or win) simultaneously? Neither of us were Poker experts, so after some considerable debate, we agreed it was only fair that we both finish disrobing together. 

But then an idea came to my mind, and I rose from my chair and approached my forbidden lover and knelt before him. With his help, I removed his final article of clothing, then spent a moment savoring the sight of his solid erection, my mouth watering in anticipation. But just as I was about to consume the meaty phallus, he grabbed my head and held me back, much to my extreme disappointment. "Not quite yet," he threatened, naughtiness clearly evident in his voice and a gleam in his eyes as he looked down upon me. 

"Stand." I complied, my fingers interlaced behind me, my chest thrust out just a little more than is usual for a standing posture to give my big brother quite an eyeful of his admitted favorite parts of my anatomy. But instead of pulling me close and sucking a nipple or pawing my breasts as I had expected, he slipped out of his chair and knelt before me, sniffing at the damp crotch of my "innocent white" panties – such a counterpoint to my current activities – before carefully slipping them down my legs to the floor. I stepped out of them, and he held the no-longer-innocent garment to his nose for a moment before tossing it aside, looking up at me with a wicked grin. 

"Come," he said, standing and reaching for my hand. "I hope to," I quipped, causing us both to laugh quietly as I was led to my bedroom. When he stretched out upon his back on my Totoro bedspread, I knelt between his legs and bent forward, my knees tucked tightly against my chest. 

The meaty shaft stood proudly before me, and I licked my lips before flicking the bulbous tip. The clear fluid at the tip was sweet, a testament to the sugary diet he had been enjoying since we had started our college careers. My fingers surrounding the base, my tongue flicked lightly up and down the hearty shaft, my eyes looking up the wonderful male body toward my forbidden lover's face, noting his closed eyes and parted lips as my tongue bathed him. 

"My dearest big brother," I whispered, then I engulfed the bulbous tip with my mouth. He whimpered quietly as I initially took him into my mouth, descending just a little, raising my head, then descending just a little lower, raising my head, then descending just a little lower still. My tongue continued to tease him, my fingers gently massaging that portion of his tasty phallus which was not (yet) being ingested. 

"You naughty, naughty girl," I heard him whisper. I smiled in response, giggling around him and causing him to gasp as his hands reached for my head. Although he has almost always been quite gentle with me in every way, I somewhat expected that he would take control of my head, slamming my face into his groin so he could climax rapidly and fill my stomach with his forbidden love, and in a way, that is exactly what I wanted. Instead, he brushed the hair away from my face and guided me into a gentle, steady rhythm, a rhythm which I instantly recognized as one which would provide him with lasting pleasure while not being enough to force him to feed me. 

After some time, however, my jaw began to ache from being held in an open position for such a long time. Lifting my head from my lover's cautious grasp, I resorted to simply kissing and fondling his throbbing manhood, massaging my own saliva into the taut skin. He sighed happily, caressing my forearms, whispering naughty things to me and making my lips curl into a wicked smile. 

From simply pleasuring my big brother, my body was practically crying to be filled via another entrance. With one more kiss to the tip of his beautiful erection, I rose up to my hands and knees and slowly crawled up his body, keeping my torso low and my breasts brushing along his skin, my nipples hardening even more and practically becoming inflamed by the direct contact with his heated skin. Like a heat-seeking missile fixed upon its target, his eyes were locked with mine, his hands gliding across my skin as I drew ever closer to his face. 

We kissed at last: a long, slow, respectful kiss. My hands held his head in place, my fingers gently scratching his scalp, while his hands roamed my body, his fingers ultimately curling inward to scratch my fleshy backside. His fingers worked their way lower, seeking out my moist entrance and slipping inside, probing gently, carefully prying me open in a much more intimate and fulfilling way than any speculum ever could, prompting me to whimper around his exploring tongue and into his mouth. 

His hand retreated, and I whimpered into his mouth again, this time with a definite tone of disappointment. But I whimpered happily moments later, his hand having assumed a new position between us as he lovingly stroked my lower lips once again. I reveled in his touch as he again slipped a pair of fingers inside me, my clitoris resting nicely upon his hand as he masturbated me. 

Slowly, I rocked against the manipulating hand. My breasts pressed tightly to my big brother's chest, I could feel his heartbeat synchronizing with mine. I moved my face to his neck, beginning to pant as my passion began to spiral skyward, my breath hot in my face as it was reflected back to me by his skin. His free hand nestled in the small of my back, essentially anchoring me to him as his masturbation of my sex and the movement of my body against his hand conspired to overwhelm my senses if this continued for any length of time. 

This definitely continued. My hands upon his shoulders, my whimpers became moans became soft cries as I moved with increasing need upon my big brother's penetrating hand. He was also breathing somewhat loudly as the plunging of his fingers attempted to match the pace of my body's movements against his wonderful hand. 

The bed squealed in protest. My heartbeat seemed loud in my ears. The sloshing sounds of the violation of my body only added to the forbidden beauty of the moment. I moved upon this perfect lover with more force, more urgency, more desire, and between his labored breaths, I heard him whisper words of romantic naughtiness into my ear. I replied by clutching his head with the desperation of a drowning swimmer in a turbulent sea, calling not for rescue, but for more. 

He delivered. His fingers moved even faster inside me, a third finger joining the two already tantalizing my weeping womanhood. 

That was apparently the key, for the passion within me was suddenly unlocked, torrents of love gushing around him, pouring upon him as my body trembled with the violence of an earthquake, beautiful multicolored fireworks exploding against the dark sky inside my eyelids, my own voice nearly overpowering the thundering sound of my heartbeat in my ears. His manipulations never ceased, and, with barely a respite, the intensity of the experience doubled as a second, equally-enthralling orgasm battered my body, suffocating me with its power, and leaving me breathless as every cell vibrated with energy. 

We were two sweat-covered lovers, our lungs fighting for more air, our hands clutching each other tightly. We were one, sharing the same thoughts, the same love, in a way that only the closest of twins could ever know. 

It took some time for me to truly calm following the sexual storm, and I realized that while I had just enjoyed a wonderful pair of orgasms, my big brother had not yet reached his own release. Slowly, I slid off him, an idea in my mind. He looked up at me questioningly, but I simply gestured for him to remain on the bed, then I slipped out of my bedroom. 

When I returned, the expression upon his face was priceless. I had again donned the Sailor Moon costume, although this time I was not wearing any undergarments, nor socks or shoes. His eyes grew big with surprise, then narrowed as the implications of my dress took root in his mind. 

"So much for Sailor Moon being a 'family show,'" he mused aloud, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. 

"'Family show' this!" I teased with a wicked grin as I roughly squeezed my breasts, watching his smile widen at my sudden action. 

A new idea seized me, and I gestured for him to remain on the bed, then slipped out of the bedroom again. When I returned, I brought his Tuxedo Kamen hat and cape. Once he was wearing both, I knelt between his spread legs and looked up at him with another wicked grin, my hands upon his thighs. 

"I suppose we are about to enact those parts of Sailor Moon's and Tuxedo Kamen's displays of love that ended up on the cutting room floor?" my big brother commented, reaching down to caress my cheek and brush some stray strands of hair away from my face. 

I did not bother to comment. Instead, my head dipped toward his lengthening hardness, and I ingested him once again. After a few moments, I released the fleshy sword from my mouth and looked up at his beautiful face again. "Use me," I pleaded softly with a wink, then took a deep breath and dipped my head to ingest the meaty phallus once more. 




Twins in College Ch. 09



Despite being a Saturday morning, I was awake fairly early. I made coffee and ate a pair of bagels for breakfast as I watched MSNBC, then prepared for the special guest lecture I wanted to attend that morning. 

Looking at my watch, I realized that I would be well over an hour early for the lecture if I left at that moment. While I could certainly have left anyhow and simply read a book or magazine while waiting for the lecture hall to open, my devious mind turned to my twin brother sleeping in my bed, and I felt a stirring at the base of my torso. 

Quietly, I slipped back into my bedroom to find my forbidden lover still asleep underneath my large Totoro bedspread. I stood in the doorway and looked at him with awe and admiration for a moment, then finally approached the bed. I took a moment to slip off my shoes, then pulled back the bedspread to reveal his birthday suit. In his sleep, he instinctively reached downward for something to cover him again, but found only my head as I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned toward his groin. 

Before long, I had him quite aroused, to the point where I was able to straddle him. He was finally awake at last, a sleepy smile upon his face, and I looked down fondly into the identical eyes as I pulled my skirt up around my waist and pulled aside the crotch of my thong, then impaled myself upon his fleshy sword. There was no slow teasing, no romance in our joining; instead, with my hands upon his chest, I rode him hard, rapidly, forcefully. This was definitely just a quickie, and even though I never actually reached climax myself, simply feeling my lover's seed firing deep into my body was pleasure enough for me. 

I left quickly after that, purposely leaving him wondering what that was all about. I was still smiling to myself as I locked the door to our apartment; my heart rate was still high, and I still felt heady and slightly flushed. 

The BART station was just a few blocks away. As I walked toward the station, I was quite aware of my big brother's love spilling from my torso to anoint my thong. I smiled again to myself as I crossed the final intersection, wondering what he thought of my waking him with a quickie just before sprinting off to campus. 

As I stood on the train platform, I was a little surprised at the number of people also waiting for the next train this early on a Saturday morning. I recognized a few people from the neighborhood, but I kept to myself, standing near the back wall with my backpack on one shoulder, as usual, and a dampening thong, which thrilled me immensely. 

At last, the announcement was made that the train was about to arrive. Like the others on the platform, I made my way toward the track and picked out a set of door markings, waiting at the end of the short line which had formed there. The rush of air as the train entered the station caused my skirt to flutter rapidly against my thighs. 

Few people stepped out of the train, causing a net gain of passengers once those of us waiting on the platform had boarded. I did not see anywhere to sit where I would be by myself, so I stood near the door, holding the rail to balance myself as the doors finally closed and the train began to move. 

It just happened that I was standing next to a seeing-eye dog sitting at the feet of a blind woman. With the large dark glasses covering her eyes, it was clear that she was not just legally blind, but completely unable to see anything. She sat with a friend and they chatted quietly as she held the dog's harness. I tried to imagine what my life would be like if I was completely unable to see anything, but I simply could not fathom that situation. 

My mind wandered. I thought of the anime DVDs I had won from an eBay auction, and tried to anticipate when they would arrive. The next week's math exam was a bit of a concern for me, as math had never been a favorite subject for me. I had to work at the video store that night, which meant an extra quarter of pay per hour since it was a Saturday closing shift; I would not return home until well after midnight. 

I happened to glance down at the dog again. He (I assumed it was a male dog) looked up at me with large brown eyes, visibly sniffing in my direction. I smiled at him and wanted to reach down to pet him, but I knew that he was on duty, not simply out for a morning outing with his owner. 

My thoughts wandered again, then returned to the present as the announcement was made for the next stop. A few seconds later, the train began to slow, and I looked down at the dog once again. His nose was very visibly working overtime, sniffing in my direction. 

Could he truly smell the passion filling the crotch of my thong? That thought made me feel a little warmer, and I realized that I was blushing – just slightly, but likely enough for anyone looking directly at me to notice. A quick glance at the others around me revealed, much to my relief, that none of them were looking at me; in fact, almost everyone was either speaking with a friend or busy reading a book or magazine or newspaper. 

Still, I had to get away from this dog. His nose continued to sniff in my direction, embarrassing me greatly. I waited until the train came to a complete stop and spotted a small group of teenagers about to vacate a pair of seats a few yards away. I made my way in that direction, taking one of the seats as soon as the group had vacated them. I sat with my thighs clamped tightly together, my backpack in my lap, and hoped that the dog would essentially "forget" me. 

But when I glanced back at the dog, he was still looking at me, his steady brown gaze broken only by the legs of passengers now boarding the train. I turned to the window beside me, the dark background of a billboard advertisement just a few feet away from me allowing me to see my reflection in the window. My cheeks did seem slightly reddened, and I did still feel a little warm. 

Closing my eyes did not help the situation much. I could still feel my lover sheathed within me, feel his anatomy swell slightly and then erupt inside me. 

I could feel even more of his passion anointing my thong. 

The doors closed and the train began to move once more. I wondered what my big brother was doing, what he was thinking, at that very moment. Did he realize that I was effectively "wearing" his seed? Did he know that just that simple fact made me feel like a cheap slut even as I carried a creamy reminder of his love between my legs? Did he realize that others – human or otherwise – were aware that I had ridden him just before I left our apartment? Did he consider that a dog could cause me so much embarrassment? 

The next stop was announced, and soon the train slowed once more. I looked at the dog again, but he was looking up at his owner now – much to my relief. Her friend helped her to stand as the train pulled into the next station, and the dog rose to his feet. I let out a sigh of relief that I did not realize I was holding, thankful that the dog would embarrass me no more. 

But then, just before the dog and the friends stepped off the train and onto the platform, he turned and looked at me one last time. I wanted to crawl underneath the seat and hide, such was the embarrassment I felt, inexplicable as it was. 

Shortly after lunchtime, I finally returned to the apartment to find my fraternal twin at the desk in his bedroom, scrawling notes as he read from a thick textbook. I slipped off my thong, then entered his bedroom. After a quick kiss to his cheek, I held the thong to his nose, ensuring that he inhaled the scent which remained from our morning quickie. 

"That is the scent of passion," I said matter-of-factly, "and of all things, a dog now knows just how much you love me. That was without question one of the most humiliating events I have ever experienced!!!" 

And with that, I left his bedroom, leaving my big brother holding my thong and certainly wondering how a dog could possibly have embarrassed me so deeply. 



Twins in College Ch. 10



It seems that most guys absolutely love to see a beautiful girl wearing a thong, and given his reaction whenever I wore a thong, my big brother was certainly no different. So that spawned an idea in my head... 

It happened that on a Thursday, my two morning classes were cancelled: one professor was out sick all week with Chicken Pox, and another was headed for a conference presentation in Milwaukee. I still got up with my big brother that morning, and I eagerly took on the "dutiful wife" role and fixed breakfast for him, since he was the one going off to "work." 

As he ate, I went to my bedroom and selected an outfit worthy of my surprise for him: platform heels, mini-skirt, thong, and halter top, all in black. Then I returned to the living room to find him gone; from the sounds, he was still in the bathroom, preparing for the day. 

Fortunately, my plan worked well in terms of timing, as he was ready to leave about ten minutes earlier than usual. For me, that was absolutely perfect. 

"Hey," I said softly, stepping into his bedroom. He looked up from putting a book into his backpack, and gazed upon me appreciatively. I twirled around, my short skirt flaring up and giving him a brief flash of my ass, the thong covering just enough to keep me legal if I were to step out on our narrow balcony. 

"Planning on breaking hearts while I'm in class this morning?" my forbidden lover asked with a teasing smile. 

"Actually," I replied, "I was planning on getting fucked before you leave. You have a few minutes, right?" 

"Well, it certainly beats standing around on the BART platform for ten minutes or so." 

I turned toward the nearest wall, standing as if I was about to be frisked by a police officer. My fraternal twin noticed my stance and immediately fell into the appropriate role, patting me down as if he actually was a police officer frisking a suspected criminal. I kept smiling to myself as he touched me – clearly a bit rougher than how an actual officer would frisk a suspect, but I definitely did not mind, especially when his hands lingered at my chest for a few moments. 

He finally reached a hand up my skirt to cup my sex, and by then the crotch of my thong was already dampening. "I see a cavity search is in order here," my big brother said in a mock-threatening tone. I heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, and I decided to change my role a bit. 

"Please, officer, no! I'll be a good girl from now on! I'll obey all the laws! Please...!!!" 

"Your body must be searched to find out what you're leaking and why!" 

The familiar phallus was already fully erect, which did not surprise me at all. He pulled aside the damp crotch of my thong and placed the tip of his hearty manhood at the entrance to my core. 

"Please! Stop!! Please!!!" 

I yelped as he shoved himself high up inside my body in a single thrust. Despite all the sex we had enjoyed almost daily since moving to Berkeley, it still hurt a little to have him impale me so fully, so quickly. 

"Keep your hands on the wall, you damn criminal!" my forbidden lover growled into my ear, then he began to truly fuck me. Very quickly, we were both gasping, grunting, practically growling in primal lust. He brought a hand to my chest, gripping a breast fiercely, somewhat painfully. 

My big brother dropped his other hand down the front of my skirt and inside my thong, toying with my clitoris, unlocking the explosion of passion deep within me. I wailed unabashedly and felt his own explosion within me seconds later as he held my aching breast with a death grip, his breath loudly catching against my ear. 

When at last I was released, I slid down the wall to my knees, still gasping loudly as I heard my big brother redress himself, and I took that opportunity to ensure the crotch of my thong was in its proper place. "I've gotta go," he said, still breathing a bit quickly himself. "That certainly gave me something nice to think about on the way to class!" He tussled my hair briefly, then left for class. 

Several minutes later, I finally rose to my feet. I went about my morning, cleaning the apartment, washing the dishes, and doing a little studying myself. 

At last, I figured my surprise was ready. When we had moved into the apartment, our father had stopped briefly in a Radio Shack and picked up a small package of adhesive cable clips, to better organize the various cables and cords behind the desks and the entertainment center. There were still a few of those cable clips left in the toolbox we kept underneath the kitchen sink, which was just perfect for my surprise. 

*****

When I returned from my afternoon class, my forbidden lover was gone. I looked around the apartment, and there was no sign that he had ever been there since the morning. That disappointed me a little, but that also meant that he had yet to discover my surprise for him. 

After changing into well-worn gray sweatpants and my hole-pocked black Burn-Up! t-shirt, I sat on the sofa, flipping through the various cable channels, trying to find something interesting to watch for a while but not finding anything to suit my mood. Not long afterward, I heard the key in the door, and knew that my big brother had finally returned. 

He did not go to his bedroom right away. Instead, he sat with me on the sofa, holding me close as we half-watched some early-1980s music videos. We chatted quietly about everything and nothing, simply enjoying each other's company more than anything else. 

"We have some leftover spaghetti," I finally offered. "Is that fine for dinner? That and some salad?" 

"I think I'd rather eat you," he replied with a smile, "but spaghetti and salad sounds good as well." 

I kissed my big brother's cheek as I stroked his chest. "You can eat me for dessert," I promised him with a wink and a wicked grin. 

After a few more minutes of mutual admiration, I extricated myself from his protective hold and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. I heard him head toward his bedroom a moment later, and smiled to myself, waiting as I worked. 

Just as I retrieved the spaghetti from the microwave, my big brother appeared in the kitchen, holding the very black thong which had collected our combined love earlier in the day. "You naughty, naughty girl!" he sneered. 

"I'm naughty!?!" I countered. "You're the one holding some girl's used underwear!!!" 

"Perhaps," he retaliated, "but I assume that you're the one who posted this sex-scented thong on the wall by my desk!!!" 

We both laughed at that as I served the spaghetti onto two plates. "I thought you'd enjoy the surprise." 

"I do," he assured me, "but I'd never would have thought of mounting a used thong on a wall just like a hunting trophy!"



Twins in College Ch. 11



After the volleyball match, I showered and changed in the locker room, then purposely went upstairs in the gymnasium building, coming down the bleachers from behind my big brother to purposely surprise him. "Enjoying the scenery?" I asked as I stood directly behind him. 

He turned around quickly, his eyes first aimed directly at my crotch since I was standing, before he looked up my body and finally met my gaze. "You sneak!" he teased with a grin. 

I ruffled his hair briefly, then sat next to him, my smelly clothes in my backpack as it hung on one shoulder. "Shall we go back home," I asked, "or would you prefer to sit here and watch the scenery a while?" 

He knew exactly what I meant by "the scenery." While the intramural volleyball league was officially coed, I knew instinctively, without even looking at his eyes, that he was primarily watching the one all-female team on the near court. 

"Let's watch the rest of this match here," he suggested, nodding toward the near court. "These two teams are really quite evenly matched." 

He was right. Volleys would last at least three minutes on average: dig, set, spike, dig, set, spike, bump, set, spike, dig, set, spike... It was also interesting that the all-female team was playing a team with five girls and one guy, so my big brother had plenty of eye candy before him. 

I had seen plenty of volleyball in my life, and watched countless women and girls play the game. But as I sat beside my fraternal twin, I began to see the scene through his eyes. I knew that he appreciated that athletic display before him, but I also knew that a growing portion of his brain was focusing upon the female players, and that caused me to begin to focus upon them more and more as well. For the very first time, I truly "saw" them: the bouncing of their breasts, the swishing of their hair across their shoulders and upper backs, the outlines of their sports bras underneath their thin t-shirts, the graceful dips at their waists and the noticeable flares at their hips... 

Granted, I had admired my own body plenty of times in a mirror, and I was honestly proud of my body and its proportions as well as its ability to attract the admiring eyes of people of both sexes. As a very sexual person myself, especially since we had moved to California to live on our own while attending different colleges, I knew that my big brother enjoyed pleasing my body, just as much as he enjoyed using my body for his own pleasure. 

I looked at my big brother for a moment between volleys, and tracked his gaze to a short Asian girl who was about to serve. The volleyball high in the air, her arm pulled back and her palm open ready to send the ball arcing over the tall net, I noted how the swells upon her chest caused her white t-shirt to bulge outward, leaving a noticeable gap between cotton (or whatever material had been used to make her shirt) and navel. With her back arched, her ponytail hung downward, the red ribbon at its end attracting the eye. Her short blue shorts revealed plenty of well-toned thigh. 

"Put your eyes back in your head," I teased my big brother once she had served the volleyball into the net. He punched me playfully in the arm, just enough to sting a little. 

"Let's go," he suggested. "Let's get back home before it gets too late." 

"Good idea." We stood and made our way to the top of the bleachers, and then I stopped, not sensing my big brother's presence directly behind me. I turned around and saw him standing, looking fondly down upon the all-female team once again for a moment before he returned to me. 

"Don't worry," I assured him, "you can see plenty of the female body once you get home!" 

He grinned widely at that. "Careful," he warned, "I may just hold you to it!!!" 

We stepped out into the wide corridor, practically devoid of people. "I'd just settle for you holding me," I whispered nonetheless, and his smile widened. 

*****

We sat on the sofa, holding each other close in the darkness, both of us completely nude, our combined passion still trickling from my body. We were both quiet for a long time, simply enjoying the silence. 

"Just so you know," my big brother finally whispered into my ear, "I may notice other girls, but you are really the only one I want in my life." 

I smiled into his neck. "I know," I replied softly, "and that's why I can tease you when your eyes do stray a bit." 

He kissed my cheek. "Thanks for understanding," he whispered, stroking the back of my head. "No wonder I love my baby sister so much." 

I kissed the forbidden lips, feeling quite superior to the many girls he had been admiring so openly at the gymnasium. After all, they may have attracted his eyes, but I had attracted his heart.



Twins in College Ch. 12



I awoke to my big brother's mouth upon mine, a hand upon my chest. My lips were moving against his even before I was truly conscious again. 

"Hello, beautiful," he finally whispered, looking down into my eyes. "Welcome to the day." 

I pulled him down for a long, heartfelt hug. The feel of his arms around me, the feel of his weight pressing me down into his bed, the feeling of love surrounding us both, they all combined to create a wonderful morning. The fact that this was a Sunday morning made it even better: no classes and no jobs, so we could remain in bed for a long time, simply enjoying each other's company. 

That is exactly what we did for several hours. We caressed and kissed and fondled and hugged. We chatted about everything and nothing. We gazed at each other in reverent silence. The outside world effectively no longer existed for us. 

At last, we decided to start the day... officially. After a playful shower together, we dressed each other, then headed toward one of our favorite restaurants: La Note. 

As usual, there was a semi-long wait to be seated. Once we registered for seating, my forbidden lover and I stood in the sun on the sidewalk, chatting quietly amongst ourselves, paying little attention to anyone else around us yet keeping an ear tuned for our names to be called. 

"I think he likes you," my big brother said softly, his words hitting me completely out of the blue as they had nothing to do with our chat about our plans to visit Alcatraz. 

I glanced around, and indeed, there was some guy semi-discreetly looking at me. Actually, I quickly realized, he was looking at us. "Is there something wrong with a brother and sister going to a restaurant together?" I wanted to challenge him, but I instantly thought better of that tactic and continued the Alcatraz discussion, occasionally glancing back toward the watcher. 

We were eventually called, and we went in, sitting near the back of the restaurant. I sat facing the large front window, eagerly anticipating the first taste of the French Roast coffee. We chatted, ordered, chatted, and we both went silent when the coffee was delivered, each of us savoring the taste. 

"He's looking again," I announced. 

"Who?" 

"The guy who was watching us outside. He's sitting near the window, in the corner opposite the door, at the table by the piano. It looks like he's with a roommate or friend or something, but clearly not paying attention to what his friend is saying." 

"Am I going to have to go pick a fight with him to defend your honor?" my big brother quipped. 

I laughed at that, despite knowing fully well that he actually would pick a fight with someone who threatened me in even the slightest way. "At least wait until after brunch, okay? It does no good to fight on an empty stomach." 

We settled back into our everyday sibling banter again, although throughout our meal, my eyes kept drifting toward that corner, and I kept noticing how the guy was looking at us. The expression upon his face was one of puzzlement, of wonder. 

"Do you think he suspects something?" I finally offered, trying to find a justification for anyone to look at a complete stranger for so long. 

"Perhaps. Were we standing too close or something when we were outside waiting to be seated?" 

"I don't think so..." 

I tried to let the situation go, to free my mind and focus on my forbidden lover and our conversation, yet that guy continued to lurk at the back of my mind, like an itch that would not go away even once the area had been scratched completely raw. 

"Time to get back home," my big brother finally announced, the excellent meal finished at last and the check paid. "I have a bit of research to do online to prepare for library research this week." 

I nodded. Not knowing what came over me, I slid my ankle along his leg – not very far, just enough to be romantic yet innocent enough to be a simple "accident" given the little amount of legroom available underneath the small table. But as soon as I made contact with the very-familiar leg, I could feel the guy's eyes upon me again – specifically upon me – and felt as if my skin was crawling. 

"Let's go," I said. "The sooner, the better." 

We made our way back to the apartment complex, meandering instead of taking a more direct route from the bus stop. Only once we were safely inside our apartment with the door closed and locked did I finally feel at ease. 

"What's wrong?" my big brother asked. "You've seemed uptight almost since we walked into La Note today." 

I released the sigh I had been holding back for quite some time. "That guy just creeped me out, that's all." Leaning into him, my big brother wrapped his arms around me. "I feel much better now, much safer." 

Even without looking up at his face, I could sense the change in my forbidden lover's personality. "I really should have picked a fight with him," he mumbled to himself. 

"I doubt that would have solved anything in this case," I said into his shoulder, sighing again. "Just hold me, okay?" 

"No complaints here." 

We stood there for a long, long time, neither of us speaking, the strong, loving grasp comforting me greatly. It was exactly what I needed. 

*****

Straddling my chest, my big brother bathed my face with his white-hot love, his soft grunts thrilling my ears. 

"Thanks for the study break," he said, kissing my forehead before leaving my bedroom. I smiled to myself as I watched his bare behind passing through the doorway. 

I laid on the bed for a while, the illicit seed drying upon my face. I needed to do some studying myself, but I just was not in the mood to open my textbooks, so I decided to go out for a walk around the neighborhood instead, not bothering to wash my face first. 

I came upon the small park and watched as a group of people practiced martial arts maneuvers I had never seen before. Several of them faced away from me, and as I walked slowly around the edge of the park, I recognized one of them... 

...as the guy who was continually looking at me in La Note. 

I do not believe he actually saw me this time, as he seemed quite involved with the practice. In his white outfit, he looked quite appealing, but the fact that the same person who had creeped me out earlier in the day was in this very park was almost as creepy as the looks he had given me earlier. 

Quickly yet politely, I made my way to the nearest intersection and disappeared around the corner of the small house there. Had he seen me? Had he seen the dried, cracked remains of my big brother's forbidden love upon my face? 

I very nearly ran back to the apartment complex, but was somehow able to keep my pace reduced to simply a brisk walk. My mind, on the other hand, was racing as fast as a military jet at full throttle. 

*****

I dreamed that my forbidden lover and I sat on a grassy shore of a vast lake, watching the moon slowly rise above the tree line of the opposite shore. I sat between his spread legs, leaning back against his chest as his fingers were intertwined against my stomach. It was a clear, calm, peaceful night, the only sounds those of the crickets and the gentle lapping of the waves against the shoreline. He would occasionally kiss the top of my head, or allow a hand to dip into the front of my bikini thong and his fingers to briefly slip inside me, but it was otherwise a very relaxing scene. 

Then a twig could be heard breaking nearby. I turned my head toward the sound, and saw a dark shadow appear at the edge of the clearing. As the person stepped out of the shadow of the trees, I saw the all-white attire and knew exactly who it was...

It was the very same person who had been looking at me continually at La Note. 

"So it's true," he said softly as he approached. "It's just as I suspected. You truly are an incestuous couple." 

My big brother apparently did not hear the accusation, nor did he even seem to see the guy approaching us. 

"That's just so wrong," the stranger continued. "Does he fuck you as well? Actually, he must, because I saw your cum-soaked face today in the park. Until I saw that, I was actually considering trying to somehow approach you and ask you out, but now I see that you're just dirty, in the worst way possible, a worthless bitch who can only find love in the worst of places: her own brother! May the shame haunt you to eternity and beyond!!!" 

With that, he turned and stalked back toward the trees, disappearing into the shadows. 

I woke up crying in my forbidden lover's protective arms, feeling his caring embrace while the final words of my dream repeatedly echoed inside my skull. 

*****

"Are you sure you're okay?" 

I nodded and tried to smile, then gave my big brother a kiss on the cheek before we left the apartment. "I guess I'm just feeling more emotional than usual right now," I said cryptically, hoping he would simply attribute my recent actions as being due to "girl issues." "Let's go." 

It was a Monday morning, which meant a return to the routine of classes. Somehow, each step away from the apartment complex made me feel better and better. By the time we reached the BART station, I felt like my usual cheery, smiling, joking self. I was with the one person most important to me, laughing and chatting and oblivious to anyone else around us. Yet, my subconscious mind kept raising one issue again and again and again: 

May I never see that guy ever again!!!



Twins in College Ch. 13



"Sorry, Dad," I said, "but I really need to stay here for Thanksgiving and help out at the video store." 

"Okay," he said through the phone. The letdown was clearly evident in his voice. "I understand, although I know your mother will be disappointed. But I'll soften the blow for you somehow. What about your brother?" 

"Actually, he was planning to stay as well," I replied. "He's got a major paper due at the end of the semester, so this is a good time for him to focus on research, plus he doesn't really want me here by myself for Thanksgiving Break, which I guess I can understand." 

*****

Weeks later, Thanksgiving had finally arrived. Yes, my big brother had research to do during Thanksgiving Break. Yes, he did not really want me to be here on my own while the rest of the family would have otherwise been together. Yes, I had planned on putting in a significant amount of time at the video store, primarily picking up closing shifts. 

Yes, we both wanted to have one day entirely to ourselves. In fact, almost everyone in the building was gone, headed to various places across the country to spend Thanksgiving with family or with a friend's family, and since we lived in what was largely a student neighborhood and thus virtually everyone for blocks around was gone, we were very much alone. 

That was exactly what we wanted. 

I awoke first that morning. No classes, no job, and purposely no homework or research to mar the day. I awoke in my big brother's arms as usual, feeling protected and loved and cherished, with my nude body pressed snugly against his underneath the covers. After a gentle kiss to his cheek, I rested my head upon the pillow and closed my eyes, inhaling my big brother's natural scent. 

I thought of the day ahead. The only true plan we had was dinner, plus our parents would almost certainly call sometime during the day. Other than that, we had plenty of DVDs we could watch, we had a small collection of games we could play on the PS2, or we could take a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood. 

Or, of course, we could spend the day loving each other, engaged in a sexathon. I had read more than a few erotic tales online of lengthy sexathons, and had fantasized about it for several weeks, but certainly had no expectations that it would happen today, especially not with the likelihood of our parents calling at some point during the day. 

My mind drifted. I imagined my forbidden lover cloned multiple times, multiple horny "copies" of him surrounding me, all of them spewing their illicit love upon me while I was on my back across a table, another copy rutting violently into me while my head tipped backward off the opposite edge of the table and another forbidden phallus filled my throat and my hands squeezed and pumped other identical manhoods. 

A soft moan brought me back to reality, and I realized that there was indeed a manhood in my hand. I gently stroked my big brother's sex, reveling in the lengthening and the hardening, taking great pride in knowing that I was the cause of his arousal. He still seemed to be asleep, however, which was particularly thrilling to me. 

I stroked his head as I stroked his sex, and he whimpered again. He had already almost reached his full length and hardness, but seemed to be lost in that hazy phase between sleep and consciousness. His lips moved, and I thought he was lipping my name, but I was not certain. 

My big brother's arms tightened around me, yet he still did not seem to be fully aware of what was happening. I hugged him close with my free arm while I continued to stroke him, my ears finely tuned to his breathing, which was becoming a little more ragged by the minute, as he moved against my hand. 

"Vicki!" he suddenly gasped, and my heart nearly burst from the overflowing love at hearing my name in this particular moment. Even though he was "stuck" between sleep and consciousness, I still filled his every thought – could there possibly be any greater evidence of his love for me? I rolled him back to his back, kissing him fiercely as I rolled upon him. Something took over my body, and I began furiously humping his hot sex, my own sex dripping upon him as he groped me, fully awake now as our kisses continued to spiral skyward in intensity. 

I swallowed his groans, and I knew that he was about to erupt between us. Lifting myself up on my arms, I quickly found the perfect angle to rub back and forth along the illicit manhood while also pleasuring my own clitoris. My big brother's hands gripped my ass, driving me back and forth with even more power as his face contorted with need. 

Underneath the thick layer of covers, we had already generated so much heat that we were both sweating, further enhancing the intimacy of the moment. I was panting unabashedly, trying to hold back my approaching orgasm as I wanted this moment to actually be all about my big brother, not about me. 

But I did not need to hold back for very long. With a short primal cry, I felt his fingers burrowing into my lower cheeks roughly as he held me still upon him. Then his voice caught, and he did not breathe for nearly a full second before I heard him wheeze and gasp again. I knew that his white-hot love had been spilled upon his front, even though I could not see it from the position of my body. 

Even as he was still shuddering from the aftershocks of his sister-inspired orgasm, I pulled back the covers and slid between his legs. Brushing my hair out of the way, I took the meaty phallus into my mouth, feeling my big brother lurch at the feel of my mouth surrounding the bulbous head. His fingers toyed in my hair as my tongue worked slowly, gently, caressing him as the erection slowly faded. Only then did I finally release him from my hot mouth and start cleaning the spilled contents from his stomach and chest with my own tongue. 

In my admittedly-biased opinion, it was a most excellent breakfast. 

*****

Our parents called as we made dinner together: a small turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and salad. We ate while watching football, then put away the leftovers and went out for a leisurely stroll through the neighborhood. 

Although virtually everyone was clearly gone, I resisted the temptation to link my arm with his. I had read a story online once about a guy who had met a girl in a club and she was taking him back to her apartment, her hands wrapped around his arm in a manner that constantly pressed his arm against her breast. I wanted to do that: I wanted to feel my big brother's touch upon a socially-unacceptable area of my body even as we walked along the empty public streets. But I knew deep down that I could never have that, that as soon as we made such forbidden contact in public, our love would be doomed, our lives changed for the worse as we were "outed." 

Each of us with our hands in the pockets of our jackets, we walked along, chatting quietly, sharing jokes, sharing dreams, sharing memories. We did see one other couple as we walked, a pair of senior citizens on the other side of the street, their decades-long love evident in the way they walked, their grip as they held hands, the regularity with which they looked into each other's eyes. 

That was denied us, and it always would be denied us – at least, it would be in public. I thought of the repeatedly-shown clip of Tom Cruise jumping up and down on Oprah's couch, proclaiming his love for Katie Holmes. While that had been a most excessive expression of love for someone, I also wanted to be able to show the world that I loved someone. For some reason, it was important to me to be able to publicly proclaim to the world that my big brother was the one who had captured my heart. 

For some reason, a thought came to mind. There are a number of "Property of..." t-shirts, typically related to a sports team. For just a second, I tried to imagine myself with a "Property of..." tattoo, perhaps on my arm just below my left shoulder so it would be visible whenever I wore a sleeveless top, indicating the I belong to my big brother. That thought excited me, but I also knew that it, too, was unrealistic, and that notion saddened me. 

"You're rather quiet all of a sudden," my forbidden lover said, purposely nudging my arm with his. 

Quietly, slowly, I explained my thoughts to him. He never said a word, but it was not necessary. I just sensed that he understood my concerns completely. 

Our heartfelt conversation finally reached its natural end as we approached the apartment complex. I looked up at our narrow balcony, thinking of all the memories we had already created within our apartment. While we were not free to share our love publicly, within that apartment, we created the world and its parameters, only allowing outside concerns to penetrate our world whenever we turned on the TV or spoke by phone with family or friends. 

When we finally stepped back into our world and closed the door to seal away the outside concerns, my previous distress began to melt away. Yet before I could even unzip my jacket, my big brother stood before me, hugging me tightly, and that perpetuated the melting process. 

"Thank you," I whispered simply, clutching him fiercely. "Thank you, big brother." 

Thanksgiving is a time to think about and be thankful for all the good things that have happened in our lives. What I was most thankful for was that hug. That one simple act may have been something "strange" or "unusual" for which one should be thankful, but the history behind that hug was what made such a simple act so significant in my life. 

That night, with tall pillar candles burning throughout the living room and soft, slow jazz music playing on the radio, my big brother and I spent a long time giving thanks to each other, but without words. We traded lengthy oily massages and alternated with short interludes of lovemaking designed to slowly arouse each other before returning to the massages. And when we finally reached a blissful, simultaneous climax sometime around midnight, I was so touched by the intimacy of my big brother's love and understanding and admiration and respect that I cried openly, simply whispering "Thank you" over and over again as he kissed away my tears of joy and love. 



Twins in College Ch. 14



It was a nice, leisurely afternoon of shopping with my big brother. We bought holiday gifts for our parents and a few other relatives, and – most importantly to us – we bought our first holiday tree, along with the appropriate decorations for it. 

It was an artificial tree, about six feet tall including the base. Fortunately, it came in a smaller-than-expected box with a built-in plastic handle, so I could carry it easily while my big brother carried the rest of our purchases. As we sat on a bus headed back to our neighborhood, I looked forward to decorating the tree, as it had always been one of my favorite moments of the holiday season. 

"You're beaming," my big brother noted softly, patting my thigh. 

I smiled at him, indeed happily anticipating the evening ahead. "It's our first holiday season alone, just you and me. Why wouldn't I be happy?" 

With no one else sitting near us, my big brother took my hand in his, and my heart seemed to swell in my chest. 

We finally returned to our apartment and deposited our purchases. He took my hand in his again and pulled me close. The kiss we shared was long and sweet, full of tenderness and love. Then he simply held me for a long time, and I leaned against him, feeling cherished and protected. 

"Let's go out for dinner tonight," I finally suggested, "somewhere nicer than usual." 

We ate at an upscale Chinese restaurant on Solano Avenue, a place Valerie had recently suggested, and we were definitely not disappointed. The decorations up and down the street truly gave the entire area a festive atmosphere, even though there was no snow to accompany the jubilant season. When we finally boarded a bus to return home, the seasonal atmosphere traveled with us in the group of (likely) Berkeley students dressed as elves, probably headed to a party. 

"Are you glad to be off work tonight?" my big brother asked as the bus passed through the tunnel that reminded me so much of the opening to Ridge Racer IV. 

"Definitely," I replied with a smile. "I do wish Mom and Daddy could be here to see the tree when we finish the decorating, but at least you and I get to do it together." 

He laughed, and it took me a moment to catch the unintended double-meaning. If other around us heard and understood the reason for his laughter, they did not react... fortunately. 

Once back in our apartment, I made coffee while my big brother lit a number of candles in the living room and put on a CD of instrumental versions of holiday songs. When I brought the coffee to him, he looked particularly nice in his all-black attire: shoes, socks, slacks, belt, shirt. I noted how his eyes drank in the vision of his own baby sister, clad in a snug black dress with matching stockings and heels, and noticed the how his eyes lingered upon the low neckline. Nothing was said for several pregnant moments as we drank and gazed upon each other, the soft music being the only sound. 

"Shall we get started?" he finally offered. 

We took our time opening the box with the artificial tree and the various packages of decorations. Once we had everything spread out across the living room, including the decorations our parents had sent a week earlier, we began to construct the tree. With all the branches snugly in place, we took a quick break to finish the coffee, then began to add the lights: two strands of white lights and three strands of multicolored lights wound around the branches in a haphazard, crisscrossing pattern which would likely be somewhat awkward to unravel in January. Next came the ornaments: a few which had been in the family for generations, the ones our parents had sent, the ones we had bought that afternoon, and even a few we had made in art classes in school. 

The tree skirt was next, my big brother kneeling to wrap it around the base of the tree. While he worked under the tree, I retrieved the final three items: two ornaments and a star. These two ornaments were rather plain in appearance: large white balls sprinkled with gold glitter. But what made these ornaments special to us was that they bore our names: Vicki and Victor. 

At last, my big brother stood and turned to me. I held out the two ornaments to him, and he smiled – it was clear that these two items also held a special meaning for him. He located a branch at the front of the tree, about halfway up, and added both ornaments, then I handed him the star to add to the very top of the tree, and he stepped back to inspect his work. 

We cleaned up the living room, then I sat on the sofa as my big brother plugged in the lights. The tree looked absolutely beautiful, the contrast of white and multicolored lights adding a visual appeal. The tree itself was smaller and less densely decorated than what our parents would have this year, but there was one significant difference: This particular tree was ours and ours alone. 

As my big brother approached the sofa, I thought of the meanings of how he had placed the Vicki and Victor ornaments: touching. Anyone who knew us would likely think of it as a symbol of the close bond my big brother and I had always shared. But to me, it represented the inseparable nature of our lives, the way we were practically fused together. 

"Put out the candles," I suggested, and he did before he joined me on the sofa. In the light of our first holiday tree, we held each other close, essentially mimicking the position of those two special ornaments. 

"Happy holidays, baby sister," my big brother whispered. "You're the best possible gift I could ever have." Then he kissed me, adding to the warmth I already felt both in the air and deep within me, and we spent the rest of the evening on the sofa, our hands exploring and our lips adoring each other. It was a beautiful way to end the day, and to begin the holiday season. 



Twins in College Ch. 15



I was putting away my newly-washed clothes when my big brother came into my bedroom. Stepping up behind me, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. "I just had an interesting idea," he announced. "How do you feel about taking a 'vacation' of sorts to celebrate the end of our first semester of college?" 

That made me stop and think, a smile upon my lips. "What did you have in mind? We don't have time to go to, say, Hokkaido before we go back to see our parents." 

"I was thinking of something much more local, something which doesn't require airfare for two." 

"A drive up to Infineon Raceway? We'd need to rent a car first, and I doubt there's much racing taking place there this time of year." 

"Actually, there are several racing schools which use Infineon Raceway, so I'm sure one of them will be in action. However" – he gave me a gentle squeeze and lowered his voice – "I was thinking of perhaps a night in a hotel in San Francisco." 

I had never considered that, but I had previously heard of people "getting away from it all" by spending a night or two at a local hotel. And why not? It would get us away from the apartment for a while, which would make the night special. It would not just be a short day trip into San Francisco, and it would almost certainly spawn some very fond memories we would carry with us for the rest of our lives. 

"That would be a wonderful idea," I thought aloud, turning around in my big brother's grasp to kiss him. 

That evening, we compared our exam schedules, and realized that his last exam was on a Wednesday morning, and my final assignment was a major paper which was already nearly complete, so I could turn in my paper on Tuesday, when I would be on campus anyhow for my last formal exam. We researched hotels in San Francisco, in different parts of the city, and we had soon made our decision – a rather easy decision, actually, given our shared interest in anime. While I took a shower, my big brother made the reservations, and when I returned to his bedroom, all he said was, "It's done." 

*****

At last, the "big day" finally arrived. While my big brother was taking his last exam of the semester, I enjoyed a long hot bubble bath, my mind wondering what was in store for us for our end-of-semester mini-vacation. I spent a long, long time that morning brushing my hair, applying make-up, carefully considering what to wear before ultimately dressing, and finally packing with a night of explicit fun in mind. 

Lunch was light: salad and chicken sandwiches. I washed the dishes as my big brother changed clothes and packed, and we were soon on our way to the BART station, our mini-vacation under way. 

*****

It was a cool, windy day in San Francisco. The concrete canyons truly focused the swiftly-moving air, chilling me as I rolled my carry-on behind me. It felt strange to appear so much like a tourist in a city I was starting to know fairly well, but my big brother gave me a reassuring smile as a subtle reminder of what awaited us. 

The bus meandered slowly through the traffic and up the steep hill. Fortunately, we were able to find two adjacent unoccupied seats near the back of the bus, and we chatted quietly about the end of the semester, our plans for when we returned back east to spend Christmas with our parents, my big brother's plans to find a new job with more hours. 

Finally, we arrived within a few blocks of our destination and disembarked from the bus. Having been to Little Tokyo several times since moving to the Bay Area, the surroundings were rather familiar, but it still took a few moments to truly orient ourselves so we could walk toward the hotel. 

When we ultimately entered our room, my big brother gave a huge sigh of relief. "Now it truly feels like the semester is over and done with," he observed. I simply closed the door and ensured it was locked, then joined him at the window as he parted the curtains. Despite the clouds, sunlight filtered through, brightening what had previously been a rather gray, somewhat-dismal day. It was almost as if Nature herself was agreeing with my big brother's comment, indicating that the work was done and that now we could play. 

"Go get undressed," I instructed him. "I think you could definitely use a massage." 

"Sure," he said with a smile and a kiss. 

A few minutes later, I straddled my big brother, massaging almond-scented oil into his bare back. All was quiet, as one might expect at this time of day on a Wednesday in a hotel. Neither of us said anything for a long, long time. I massaged my forbidden lover as I openly admired his physique once again, imagining his weight pinning me down on the bed as he thrust into me again and again and again as I clawed at his back. His shoulder blades still bore a few faint lines of red from where I had scratched him previously during a particularly powerful session of lovemaking, and I paused the massage briefly to trace each memorable marking with a fingernail. 

Eventually, I had to move off my fraternal twin to allow him to turn over, but then I straddled him again, massaging more of the almond-scented oil into his chest. We spoke with our eyes, gazing fondly at each other. There was no awkwardness or shame in the fact that he was being touched so intimately by his own baby sister. It was a bit unusual that I was still fully clothed while he was the one who was naked, but that did not matter to either of us. The love we shared filled the hotel room, warming the air even more, surrounding us in a cocoon of devotion. And as I perched upon him, he reached up to caress my cheek, his touch creating an additional warmth within my chest. 

In time, I changed my position so that I was flat on my stomach between his legs. Slowly, I made love to him with my mouth, my ears savoring the contented sighs escaping his lips. Time passed languidly as I suckled the forbidden phallus, enjoying the experience just as much as I enjoyed my big brother's soft touches upon my head and my hands. There was no rush from either of us. This was not about making him explode in my mouth; this was about demonstrating how much I adored him, about giving him long-lasting pleasure that he would remember for a long time. 

Eventually, however, my jaw was too sore from being in one position for so long. With a final kiss to the tip of his manhood, I slowly crawled up my big brother's body, raining gentle kisses upon him until I finally buried my face in his neck and simply laid upon him, his hands caressing me through my clothes. 

No words were said. No words were needed. This was simply our time to be together, our time to be alone, our time to be ourselves. 

*****

We meandered through the various shops of Little Tokyo. We were mostly silent, but it was a very comfortable silence, similar to that our grandparents shared after their more than fifty years of marriage. That my big brother and I had already attained such a level of comfort with each other astounded me; that we could maintain such a loving silence despite the many shoppers surrounding us was almost impossible to comprehend. 

I was not at all surprised to see my big brother stop at the window of a women's clothing store. Prominently displayed in the window was a traditional Japanese schoolgirl uniform in navy blue. As he looked from the uniform to me to the uniform to me again, I knew that he was envisioning me in that attire. 

"I already have a sailor fuku," I reminded him quietly, and from his smile and the narrowing of his eyebrows, I knew that he was also reminiscing upon our private Halloween celebration just two months earlier. 

In time, we chose a restaurant for dinner: an upscale Japanese buffet. While my big brother had been here once previously with a few friends from college, this was my first visit, and it certainly would not be my last. I knew instantly that it was a good place to eat given that there were only five other non-Asians in the restaurant. The price was definitely worthwhile, and we both ate our fill, with repeated trips to the buffet lines on either side of the main entrance. Between the two of us, we sampled almost everything that was offered that evening. 

It was quite cold as we strolled outside, the plethora of holiday lights casting a cheery glow all along our path. I clung to my big brother, pressing his arm against my chest. He did not seem to mind, and no one around us seemed to really take much notice of us. I did see a few other couples in similar positions as they passed us heading in the opposite direction. 

When we finally reached the hotel, the warmth of the Japan-inspired lobby was extremely refreshing. We made our way to the elevators and, once inside with the doors closed, my big brother suddenly pulled me against him and kissed me with surprising passion for several seconds, leaving me breathless. "I've always wanted to kiss someone in an elevator," he said with a sparkle in his eye, "and I'm glad I had the chance to do it with you." 

We were both still laughing about the kiss and his comment when we finally reached our hotel room. Once the door was closed, we hugged tightly. If not for our clothing, I believe our bodies would have fused into a single entity, much like our hearts. 

It was still relatively early in the evening, and we both still needed to allow dinner to digest. With profound admiration, we undressed each other, our hands and our lips continually in contact. Soon, we were sharing a long shower together, taking our time in washing each other, but spending the majority of the shower simply holding each other and sharing lingering, respectful kisses. When we finally emerged, unabashedly naked, from the bathroom, I was being carried to the single king-size bed, where I was deposited with the care worthy of a fragile painted ceramic egg being put on display in the world-renowned museum. 

Seemingly only a heartbeat later, my big brother was positioned between my legs, his fingers gently spreading my labia. I felt his hot breath upon me, then whimpered softly as his tongue gently stroked me between my feminine folds. Although he held me open, I did not feel exposed, such was the love and the trust I felt so deeply for my fraternal twin. 

"You taste even sweeter than usual tonight, baby sister," he whispered. Then he returned to sampling my nectar, his tongue and his fingers worshipping me and causing my passion to slowly rise. My body moved against his well-honed efforts as I writhed upon the massive bed, my teeth worrying my lower lip as I consciously fought the urge to moan loudly. And when I finally did squeal (fortunately, softly), the magical forbidden tongue was lifted away from me, frustrating me. 

"Don't stop!" I pleaded with husky breath. "Please don't stop! Eat me! Yes!" 

Soon, however, my twin crawled up my body, kissing me, groping me, his actions practically setting my skin ablaze. And when his sister-sweetened lips finally reached my face, he flattened himself upon me, crushing me wonderfully with his weight and swallowing the air forced from my lungs. 

If the hotel cleaning staff would have entered our hotel room at that time, they would have seen a young couple in constant motion upon the massive bed. We groped and licked and humped and kissed and rolled and bit, our loving banter reduced to simple short grunts and squeals. Even the bed seemed to groan softly in protest of our incessant actions. Throughout the loving "battle," I was extremely aware of my growing arousal and the heat being generated deep within me, as well as the ever-present heartiness of his intense desire for me. 

With a sudden primal cry, an orgasm was inflicted upon me, and as I clawed at my big brother's back and spasmed beneath him, his fingers continued assaulting the base of my torso so that one climax rolled into another into the next, until I was essentially just a quivering mindless whimpering oozing mass at the center of the bed. 

I believe I fell asleep, at least briefly, for my next memory is of my big brother massaging my chest with the almond-scented oil. As his hands slowly worked their magic, he looked upon me with an expression akin to wonderment, as if my series of orgasms was something he wished he could experience as well. 

"You have a very good touch," I complimented him in a whisper, reaching up to stroke his cheek. 

"Well, perhaps it's because you're just a rather touchable girl," he responded with equal reverence, his hands never leaving my slickened breasts. 

I closed my eyes, and simply reveled in his fondling of my chest. Even long after the oil had essentially permeated my skin, his hands continued to knead my feminine swells, which ensured that my liquid love continued to spill from my body. I felt no embarrassment, no shame, at having my big brother touch me so intimately. His touch both warmed me and calmed me. 

And when he finally bend forward to kiss my lips, my mouth opened to him, allowing his tongue access to my warm wet cavity. My arms wrapped around him, holding him close, my fingernails gently scratching his upper back. I whimpered softly into his loving mouth, my heart attempting to rip muscle and bone and skin to be stroked directly by my big brother's gentle hands. 

At last, my forbidden lover rose to a kneeling position beside me upon the king-size bed. He lifted my hand to his lips, causing me to giggle quietly at the old-fashioned gesture. But finally, I rose to a sitting position, and leaned forward to hug him. "I love you so much, big brother," I whispered into his ear. His response was to gently suckle my right ear lobe, just below the small piercing. 

"Stay here," I instructed him, extricating myself from his hold. I slipped off the bed, grasped the handle of my rolling carry-on, and pulled it with me into the bathroom. 

I soon wore the same black mesh crotchless teddy that I had bought with part of my first paycheck from the video store. Small embroidered red roses circled each cup of the thin garment, effectively decorating each breast. A small red bow rested atop the mons, adding additional decoration. The thong-style teddy had no back, only a series of thin straps to ensure the mesh front would stay affixed to my front... until properly exposed by my adoring big brother. 

As I watched myself in the mirror, I brushed my hair until it felt rather fluffy as it tumbled down my exposed upper back, then added just a subtle hint of rouge to my cheeks and applied my big brother's favorite strawberry-flavored lip gloss. I was finally ready, and I turned off the light and emerged from the bathroom. 

With the exception of a tall pillar candle perched in the middle of the table by the window, it was dark in the room. Seeing me approach the bed, my twin sat up and smiled as he saw that I was wearing the same teddy again. When I had first worn it for him at the beginning of the semester, he had taken me while I was still officially clothed, exploiting the crotchless nature of the garment. I wondered if he would ultimately undress me this time before penetrating me. 

My big brother had also dressed – somewhat – during my absence. He wore a black leather thong, the front of which was just barely able to contain his obviously-lengthening manhood. To my knowledge, my fraternal twin had never worn such an item before, and I felt honored that he would do so for me on this particular occasion. 

"I'm glad you like it," he whispered. Only then did I realize that I was smiling appreciatively. As he reached me, I knelt before him, gently caressing him through the front of his thong, causing the succulent tip of his forbidden phallus to emerge from the top of the pouch. 

"Does my baby sister want to suck her big brother's cock?" he asked softly. I looked up at him in the near-total darkness, nodding slowly, not trusting my voice at that moment. 

"Then first, you must earn that right." 

Stepping away from me, my twin crossed the room toward his travel bag, and returned to me with a thin collar. He showed it to me, and my heart soared seeing that "Baby" has been emblazoned upon it in silver metal. 

"Stand." I obeyed quickly and turned around, lifting my hair to allow my big brother better access to place the collar upon me. The leather felt nice, encircling my neck snugly as the collar was buckled into place. 

"You are indeed my baby," my twin brother whispered into my ear as his arms encircled me about the chest, "so I of course thought of you when I saw this online." 

I lifted my fingertips to the collar, tracing the four letters at the front of my neck. 

"Now for you to earn the right to suck me." 

I watched as my big brother returned to his travel bag, producing two items: a pair of black leather cuffs connected with a double-headed snap clip, and a black whip with numerous long, thin tails. I smiled, albeit a bit nervously, knowing that I would "earn" my prize by suffering pain. Yet, as I had proclaimed to my big brother previously, I wanted to experience pain for his pleasure. 

"Hurt me, big brother," I pleaded, "please." 

He smiled, then kissed my forehead. "Don't worry. I will." 

Just a few heartbeats later, my wrists were secured behind me. My legs spread to roughly shoulder width, I stood proudly in the darkness, dressed yet essentially fully exposed to my domineering twin's hard incestuous gaze. I squirmed a bit, testing the strength of the double-headed snap clip, closing my eyes to relish the sensation of leather around my wrists and neck. 

I heard it, but did not have time to react before I felt the first kiss of the whip across my chest. That first blow certainly stung and caused me to inhale sharply and loudly, and the cuffs performed their job quite nicely, preventing me from instinctively protecting my tender breasts with my hands. 

"Your safeword is 'hentai,'" my big brother told me. 

Then the whip graced my vulnerable chest again. And again. And again. And again. The time between those stinging strikes slowly decreased, until I was practically dancing, shifting from foot to foot with my arms jerking against the secured wrist cuffs as I tried to deal with the ever-growing discomfort. My breaths came faster and harder and louder, and soon I was grunting with each blow. 

"You're doing well, baby sister." 

Then he struck me harder, faster. The discomfort transitioned at that point from an intense stinging sensation across my chest to an actual pain. Yet my aching breasts were topped by erect nipples, and I was also aware of a warm wetness forming at the base of my torso. 

"Don't stop!" I managed to blurt out, and my big brother did not disappoint me. Each strike of the whip was more powerful than the last, causing my breasts to truly jiggle roughly and seductively. 

At last, the dam broke, and the tears began to fall. I cried openly – not for the first time in my big brother's presence, but this cry somehow felt so much more meaningful. He did not relent in his onslaught, battering me breasts mercilessly for several more minutes before he finally grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to my knees. 

He quickly stepped out of his thong, and I eagerly opened my mouth as wide as possible. His hands in my hair, my big brother forced himself inside me, momentarily causing me to gag on his sizeable erection. Even as I continued to cry, I sucked him greedily, noting the taste of the sweet fluid trickling from the tip of his manhood. He controlled the movement of my head, whipping my neck back and forth faster and faster, grunting softly as my mouth enticed him, until, finally, his incestuous love filled my mouth and cascaded down my throat and dribbled past my lips. When he had no more to feed me, he dropped to his knees and hugged me fiercely, crushing me with his devotion, and I lamented the fact that I could not hold him with equal enthusiasm due to the leather wrist cuffs. 




Twins in College Ch. 16



While it had been nice to visit our parents for a few days for the holidays, it had been very strange and rather lonely for my big brother and I to sleep in separate bedrooms, although we did sneak in more than a few quick hugs and kisses. There were a few times when I wondered if our mother suspected that there was more than just sibling love between her twin children, but she never said anything about it to me. 

Still, it was quite nice to finally return to California. The descent into Oakland International Airport provided a welcome sight as we flew along the bay. As the plane decreased its altitude, I felt my heart soaring, knowing that, at last, we were very nearly home. 

It was strange to me in a way that, despite having grown up in the same house for virtually my entire life, the apartment I had shared with my big brother for only a semester truly felt more "home-like" to me. Perhaps that was due to the love we shared; perhaps that was due to the fact that we did not share that space with anyone else. In the end, all that mattered was that we were very nearly home, and once there, the seemingly endless days of hiding our loving relationship would thankfully end. 

Being the holiday season, the plane was practically full, and since we sat in the very last row on the left side of the plane, my big brother and I had a long time to wait before we would be able to deplane. We simply sat in our usual comfortable silence, watching the mayhem before us as the other passengers scrambled to retrieve their belongings and rush into the terminal itself. 

"You two are just so calm," one of the flight attendants commented to us. "I've noticed that ever since I saw you two boarding the plane. There's no hurry for anything. You just seem to move at your own pace. That's really refreshing at this time of year." 

I simply smiled, and she returned to working through her post-landing checklist. Her comment raised another reason I was so eager to return to the apartment: The frenetic pace of the holiday season would be locked out of our lives... at least, until I had to return to work at the video store the next day. 

As we at last made our way through Terminal 2, my big brother took my hand, leading me through the rushing throngs. Babies were crying, children were running amok, adults were hurrying to catch their flights, and people of all ages were practically yelling into their cell phones so they could be heard... even the people moving "slowly" were bumping others out of their way. The stress level was quite tangible. But my big brother was as effective as a bulky offensive lineman, creating a hole in the defensive crowd for me to pass through relatively unscathed. 

At last, we made it out of the secure area, emerging by the Terminal 2 Baggage Claim area. Everything was even more chaotic here, especially since the lengthy lines to enter the secure area extended well toward the nearest baggage return carousels. The defense became even more unruly, jostling me much more often as I was led through the area and finally outside to the crowded sidewalk. 

Yet, as my big brother led me toward the AirBART pick-up point, I was still able to remain calm. Just the simple act of holding my hand allowed his love to pour into me, to fill me with a calm and a sense of peace that seemed to be missing from the entire world at that very moment. While I was keenly aware of the hurrying people and the honking traffic all around us as we crossed the intersection toward the awaiting AirBART shuttle, none of it mattered to me – it was all essentially "white noise" in relation to the respectful love I felt flowing into me from my big brother. 

We joined the mob of people shoehorning themselves into the AirBART shuttle. We had to stand, and we were able to arrange ourselves so that I faced my big brother. Our luggage – just carry-on bags – secured between our feet, I wrapped my arms snugly around his waist and nestled my head against his shoulder. He held an overhead bar with one hand, his opposite arm securely around my upper back to hold me to him, protecting me from the noisy, chattering throng. As the shuttle finally began to move, everyone was jostled about due to the starts and stops associated with traffic around a major international airport during the holiday season. Yet, as much as I have always disliked crowds, I felt secure, pressed tightly against my big brother, feeling his heartbeat echoing mine. 

I felt a significant lengthening between us as the motion of the shuttle rocked me continually against my forbidden lover. Despite the hustle and bustle of the holiday travelers, his growing erection was essentially an island of normalcy, a familiar sword of calm decapitating the din around us. I whispered sweet nothings into his ear, and his hold tightened around me. To my surprise, I was a little reluctant to separate from my big brother when we finally arrived at the BART station. 

Even on the BART train, there was still a tangible sense of stress and hurriedness surrounding us. Once again, there were no seats available, so we stood, but at least the passengers were not packed in like sardines as had been the case on the AirBART. At last, we had a chance to chat quietly, falling into our usual banter. As the train approached Berkeley and more and more people disembarked, the crowd naturally thinned, and the overall level of stress lowered noticeably until, finally, we were nearing our stop. 

We were nearly home. We were nearly back in our safe haven, secluded from this busy, stressful, fast-paced world. 

It had been sunset when the plane landed; it was quite dark when we stepped out of the BART station. Once in our neighborhood again, there was virtually no traffic, and definitely no one joining us on the sidewalk – clearly, the students were still largely scattered across the country visiting friends and family for the holidays. Lights were shining through only a very few windows in the houses and apartments. 

Back in our cozy apartment at last, I locked the door behind us, shutting out the frenzy of the holiday season. My big brother turned on the lights on our tree, casting a cheery glow across the living room. 

A heartbeat later, I was in my big brother's arms, savoring a long, warm kiss. We left our luggage by the door and slowly made our way to the sofa, where the foreplay was lengthy and slow, the undressing process proceeding at the pace of continental drift, and the eventual lovemaking as gentle as a young chick's feathers. 

Despite the lengthy time without any sexual contact, neither of us was in a hurry. We took great pleasure in simply being alone together once again, our love once again expanding to fill the entire apartment with a tangible warm energy. And as we finally reached climax together, it was such a beautiful moment that tears of love and devotion trickled down my cheeks as my big brother and I sang softly together, our bodies and our souls joined as one.



Twins in College Ch. 17



Sunday morning, and the holiday break was very nearly at its end. I awoke to find my big brother's head upon my exposed chest, his ear pressed to my sternum. He had said a few times before how much he enjoyed listening to my heartbeat; apparently, the rhythmic sound was soothing him even as he slept upon me. 

The air in the apartment felt slightly cool, despite the temperature we usually maintain in every room. I reached down and pulled up the covers, almost completely covering his head. 

The way he would hold me as we drifted to sleep every night would always make me feel protected, as if I was as important to him as is pure gold to the world economy. I cradled his head to me in much the same way, wanting to protect him during the relative vulnerability of sleep. 

I closed my eyes, thinking of what I was doing at that very moment. I was naked, in bed with my own big brother, who was also naked. His ear was pressed to my chest, and my hands were ensuring that his head did not move from its current position. Anyone who saw us together in such a compromising position would be either repulsed and/or angry at our illicit relationship. 

Yet, I did not care. The love I felt for my big brother was as natural to me as the act of breathing. The sharing of my bed and my body was simply an extension of my love. The occasional tickle wars and the brief shoulder massages and the time spent washing our laundry all served to bring us even closer together and further strengthen the love I felt for him. 

His head shifted, coming to rest firmly upon a breast, as a hand slid across my stomach to grasp my hip. Clearly, he was still asleep. He definitely was comfortable in sleeping upon me, his own twin sister, and in touching my naked body. It was a touching moment, poignantly heightened by the gentle scratching of his lower face, certainly in need of a shave. 

Slowly running my fingers through his hair, I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly. My mind wandered a bit, thinking about our relationship thus far. We had been lovers for roughly eight months, and had spent half that time living together in Berkeley. I remembered the quick stolen moments we had shared while we still lived back east, able only to share a quick hug or kiss or grope so as not to arouse the suspicions of our parents. Of course, there was the wonderful summer weekend camping trip in the mountains, a weekend full of great conversations, fantastic views, and intense lovemaking. 

The head upon my breast shifted again while the hand upon my hip moved up my side to wrap around my ribcage. In a way, I wished my big brother's hand would wrap around certain other areas of my body instead, but I was not about to complain. I truly enjoyed his touches: soft and respectful, full of love and admiration. 

The life we had created for ourselves upon arriving in Berkeley was indeed a good one. As first-year college students, we both had our studies to consider, as well as our jobs. In some ways, my big brother and I were very much like a husband and wife two-income household. And while we each had our own bedrooms with all the requisite items for sleeping and working alone, we sometimes worked together, and we always slept together... typically completely naked. 

... as we were at that moment, on a semi-cool morning in my bedroom. Just how many times had we made love here in this bed, late at night before drifting to sleep or early in the morning to help chase the last remnants of sleep from our minds? How often had we retired here during the day, sometimes just for slow foreplay but other times just because our carnal desires needed to be sated? There were, of course, many non-sexual activities we had shared in this very bedroom, from massages to working on my computer to general freewheeling chats to just simple sleep. 

"My sweetest Victor," I whispered, stroking my big brother's head. "I love you so much." 

That seemed to be the key, for my big brother stirred at last, turning his face toward my breast to place a gentle kiss just above the nipple. I smiled as his lips kissed a short trail into my valley, ending with a kiss and a gentle nibble directly over my heart. 

"Good morning to you, too," I said softly, my hands caressing his head. 

Sliding upward in bed, he finally kissed the tip of my nose, eliciting a quiet giggle from me before his lips silenced me. He did not miss a beat as he reached for the covers and pulled them up to properly cover us and protect our nudity from the semi-cool air. I could feel a familiar lengthening against me, and I wondered what he was thinking as his tongue dipped past my lips. 

I lifted his head away from me, and we gazed longingly into each other's eyes. "I'm yours, big brother," I whispered. "Take me. Make love to your baby sister." 

"Only if you promise to accompany me to La Note for brunch." 

My response was a smile and a wink. 

We kissed again for a long, long time as my big brother lovingly played between my legs, his fingers gently probing my womanhood. I mewled softly into his mouth again and again as he masturbated me slowly, causing my passion to trickle from me. Languidly, I moved against his hand, thoroughly enjoying the illicit touches. 

He finally tore his lips away from mine and wrapped them around a nipple. "Oh please!" I begged softly, squirming from the sensations he was creating within me. But he ignored my pleas, continuing to finger me and suck me, occasionally taking the nipple between his teeth and tugging just hard enough to magnify the jolts of delight without actually hurting me. 

"Take me!" 

"Make love to me!" 

"Fill me!" 

"Please!!!" 

He ignored my every plea, playing my body like a professional musician performing with a well-tuned instrument. Although I felt a tremendous pang of embarrassment, I begged, I willingly debased myself. Tears even formed at the corners of my eyes and ultimately trickled down my cheeks. 

"I need you inside me!!!" 

"Use me!!!" 

"Ngyaaaaah!!!" He bit my nipple hard enough to hurt, yet the pain felt wonderful, inexplicably increasing my desire. 

"Big brother, please!!!!!" 

With that, he finally lifted his face from my chest and assumed the position above me. I eagerly guided him to my weeping womanhood, and as he kissed a tear from my face, he pressed into my sisterly body, his pleasurable entry slow and respectful yet still leaving me breathless by the time he was fully and snugly sheathed deep within me. 

I reached up for his shoulders and pulled him down upon me, his weight flattening my hard-ripped breasts. I needed to feel him within me. I needed to feel his body crushing mine into the mattress as he made love to me. 

Crush me he did. With his slow movements within me, his weight shifted continually upon me, creating a special rocking motion of its own, forcing me ever deeper into the mattress. It felt as if my big brother was smothering me with his illicit love, and from his naughty whispered comments in my ear, he was thoroughly enjoying every moment of the experience. 

...as was I, signaled by my heavy labored breaths, the air forced from my lungs by his crushing movements upon me, the smile upon my face. 

Clutching him fiercely with my legs and my arms, I bathed my loving twin with my own love, my lips parted wide in a silent cry, my eyes open to daylight yet seeing nothing but sparkling stars. My release triggered his which prolonged my own, and we rocked together intimately, performing the primal dance of lovers, our hearts pounding a beautiful rhythmic melody only we could hear or feel. 

*****

La Note was crowded as usual, and we waited outside on the sidewalk for a table to open up for us. My mind still reeled from our lovemaking, and it seemed as if our combined passion continued to slowly seep from me to anoint the crotch of my thong. 

"I hope I didn't hurt you this morning," my big brother said quietly with concern in his voice. We stood a good ten yards away from the other awaiting patrons, so it was quite unlikely that anyone would hear our conversation. 

I smiled at him, feeling a bit heady as I eagerly recalled the violent trembling of his body upon mine as he filled me with his illicit seed. "It was a bit hard to breathe," I admitted, "but I enjoyed every millisecond of it." 

"Good," he said with an audible breath of relief. 

"It is strange," I commented, "that you would be worried about hurting me like that given our end-of-semester festivities in the hotel." 

He actually blushed! My big brother actually blushed! 

At that very moment, we were called inside. After giving him a playful punch to the chest, I led the way, buying a precious few extra seconds for my fraternal twin to regain his composure before stepping into the small, crowded restaurant. 



Twins in College Ch. 18



I returned from classes, eager to just flop on the sofa and watch some mind-numbing TV for a while before my big brother returned from his college campus. I paused inside the doorway to our apartment building to check the mail, and was surprised to see a letter from my mother addressed directly to me. 

A few minutes later, as I sat on the sofa with some music videos playing on the television, I opened the envelope. Inside was a Frederick's of Hollywood gift card, as well as a short note:

"I realized while you were home for the holidays just how much of a stunning young woman you have become, and although you denied it when I asked, I'm sure that you must have a boyfriend. So here is a chance to buy something daring to surprise him. I hope you're still on the pill; if not, at least please buy some condoms so the surprise does not turn into a potential nightmare for you and the wonderful life you have ahead." 

Even though no one could see me, I blushed profusely. If only my mother knew just who would be seeing and enjoying such a "surprise" thanks to her unexpected generosity!!! 

I rushed to my bedroom, brought the laptop out of Sleep mode, and started shopping. Just the act of specifically shopping with my big brother's surprise in mind caused me to feel rather warm somewhere other than my face, and I was not at all embarrassed to feel warm in that part of my body. I finally made my purchase and closed the laptop just as I heard my big brother return to our loving abode. I went to greet him, melting into his hold as we kissed warmly. 

*****

My big brother's surprise finally arrived on a Friday, which was just perfect: I next worked late afternoon to midnight on Saturday, and his next shift was Saturday evening, so we could spend all of Friday night doing naughty things if we so chose and still have some time to sleep together (literally, just sleep) Saturday morning. 

I had a strong suspicion that we would so choose!!! 

I had until about 8PM to prepare before my big brother would return from work. I showered and shaved, applied a little make-up, brushed my hair, then streaked to my bedroom. 

Upon the bed, the mint-colored lingerie awaited: a lace-accented satin flyaway babydoll with a matching crotchless g-string. I eagerly dressed, admiring myself in the mirror mounted on the inside of the closet door, quite impressed with the image of femininity reflected back at me. 

I checked the clock on the dresser, then added a slight hint of perfume, something I rarely ever do. I then went around the apartment, lighting numerous candles in the living room and turning off all the other lights. After selecting a CD of slow instrumentals of romantic songs, soft music soon filled the dimly-lit living room. As my big brother and I were both underage, there was unfortunately not any wine to add to the experience I wanted to present for my fraternal twin, so instead I poured two glasses of sparkling grape juice, one of his favorites, and purposely waited in the kitchen for his return. 

Perhaps three songs later, I heard a key slipping into the lock. I took both glasses with me and stepped into the living room, into the full illumination of the candlelight, just as a very special person stepped into the apartment, his eyes wide at the atmosphere I had created especially for him. Then his eyes began to adjust to the dim lighting, and I felt a warm tingle within me as I saw his lips begin to curl upward in an appreciative smile, his eyes clearly drinking in the sight of his scantily-clad baby sister. 

"Welcome home, big brother," I said softly, perhaps too softly for him to hear. He finally closed and locked the door, shutting out the outside world. Setting down his backpack by the door and soon topping it with his heavy jacket, he slowly approached, and I stood my ground, a drink in each hand, smiling lovingly as I awaited him. 

Carefully, he took a glass from me, then we shared a long, slow kiss. Amazingly, we never spilled our drinks. Even though there was no alcohol in the apartment, I felt rather heady from the kiss, from his free hand gently stroking my breast. 

A song ended, as did our kiss. We gazed deep into each other's eyes in silence and, moving as one, we intertwined our arms and drank slowly, our free hands gently caressing each other. 

"I feel a bit overdressed," my twin finally said quietly, as if simply speaking would pervert the romantic atmosphere I had created for him. 

"I don't mind," I replied, unwinding my arm from his and taking his empty glass from him. "Stay there, and I'll return to undress you myself." He smiled at my wink and my giggle. 

A few moments later, I returned, stepping immediately into my fraternal twin's outstretched arms. The hug was long and tender as we swayed to the rhythm of the music, and eventually, we were slow dancing, our hearts in sync with the gentle music, my big brother's love seeming to flow through me as if it had replaced my own blood. 

"I still feel overdressed," he whispered. 

"Why should you feel bad about that?" I countered just as quietly. "I'm the one wearing lingerie!" 

We shared a soft laugh and a hug, then I stepped back a bit and began to undress my fraternal twin. My hands slipped up underneath his t-shirt to gently scratch his chest, then I withdrew my hands and slowly began to unbutton the garment, starting with the top button and working downward, gently placing a kiss upon the newly-exposed skin as I worked my way down his torso. I smiled to myself as my ears noted the quickening sounds of breathing coming from above me. 

The shirt completely unbuttoned, I reversed course, slowly rising, gently licking my way up my big brother's torso, up his neck, licking his lips. As I licked inside his mouth, I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and given that it took a few moments for his arms to again envelope me, I knew the garment had been banished to the floor. 

"Is that better?" I finally asked. "Do you still feel overdressed?" 

"A little." 

I kissed my way down his torso again, kissing his manhood through his jeans when I finally knelt again before him. For a moment, I thought of our BDSM interests, and thought it somewhat significant that I was kneeling before my big brother, the one who had dominated me and who certainly would master me again. I wondered if he was thinking as well about our end-of-semester stay at a hotel near Little Tokyo in San Francisco. 

"Submitting to me again?" he asked quietly. 

He was indeed thinking the same thing I was thinking. "Always, Master." 

My domineering big brother clearly considered it for a moment. "Not tonight," he said. "You clearly had something more romantic in mind tonight." 

I nodded my acknowledgement, gazing up into the same eyes I saw every time I looked into a mirror. I moved back a bit and slowly worked my way down his legs, kneading him through his jeans until I reached his feet. Fully hunched over, I used my teeth to try untying his shoelaces, and enjoyed his laugh descending upon me. But I finally gave up, resorting to my hands, which made my work much, much easier. 

The shoes removed and cast aside, I reached around behind my twin's feet to retrieve his discarded shirt and cast the garment aside. Then I returned my attention to the socks, and he assisted me by lifting each foot in turn so I could remove each sock and set it upon the growing pile of clothing. I then kissed each foot, licking the top of each toe as I caressed his ankles. 

Slowly, I worked back up my big brother's legs until I was kneeling before him again. I kissed the bulge at the front of his jeans as I unbuckled his belt, then helped him to slip out of both his jeans and his briefs simultaneously. 

Standing nude before me, my big brother looked longingly down upon me. He held back my hair as I slowly ingested him, taking in his meaty manhood, savoring the sweet drops leaking slowly from the tip. I felt an intense thrill, slowly moving my head back and forth around my own twin's significant erection. 

"My sweet baby sister," I heard softly from above me. Looking up into my big brother's eyes while my lips were wrapped snugly around his male anatomy must have presented a most obscene view for him. He smiled sweetly, lovingly stroking my cheek. 

This was not about making him pour his essence down my throat. This was about slow, long-lasting pleasure and love, about enjoying the intimacy of the overall experience. Several songs came and went, and although my knees and my jaw ached tremendously, I continued to please him, his sighs and his whispered comments spurning me on and adding to the simmering arousal within me. 

I wondered how this evening would end. In my mind's eye, I saw myself on the floor on my hands and knees, with my big brother clutching me tightly as he lay upon my back, volleying his seed into my body. Another scenario ended with me on my knees, my face covered with his incestuous love. Still a third possibility involved us relaxing in a bubble bath together, my big brother masturbating me to completion as I leaned back against him. 

Slipping from me at last, he knelt before me and gave me a long hug as my hand continued to stroke him, massaging my own saliva into his hardened manhood. I could feel him pulsing in my hands, leaking upon me. I smiled as I heard and felt his ragged breath against my neck. 

"Make love to me," I finally pleaded softly into his ear. 

A few moments later, I was on my hands and knees, my body being slowly and lovingly penetrated by my big brother. We both moaned softly as one being at the initial joining, and when he was fully sheathed within me, he bent over me, his arms wrapped snugly around me, breathing sexily into my ear. Thanks to the crotchless g-string, it felt so seductive yet so naughty to be wearing something yet still be filled by the forbidden phallus. 

Our lovemaking was slow and romantic. I was on my hands and knees for a while before I was hauled upward with my back against my big brother's chest; he unhooked the front of my babydoll and kneaded my breasts directly as we began to move faster and faster against each other until, at last, I was pushed back to my hands and knees, and he rutted into me rapidly with his hands fiercely gripping my hips, our voices joining in a lovers' duet. 

At last, clutching me tightly as he lay upon my back, my sisterly body was filled by the incestuous love I so desired. We trembled together like that for some time, basking in our love and admiration for each other. 

I never achieved orgasm while my big brother filled me, but he made it up to me in bed, one arm securely holding me from behind as he masturbated me to several breathy releases. It finally ended with a long, heartfelt cuddle as we drifted off to sleep together, sweet smiles upon our faces. 



Twins in College Ch. 19



In the past, Valentine's Day between my big brother and me had been celebrated rather simply, with just an exchange of greeting cards and perhaps a hug. 

In 2006, however, Valentine's Day would have a much more intimate significance for us both, as for the first time on this particular day, my big brother was also my dearest lover. 

Since before Halloween, I had been considering how to make Valentine's Day a very special one, a day which we would remember for millennia to come. Unfortunately, Valentine's Day was on a Tuesday, which meant that if we wanted to spend an entire day alone, we would need to skip all our classes that day and also call off from work. 

However, we decided that we should indeed take the entire day off, as it was our first Valentine's Day together as a young couple deeply and madly in love. Thinking fondly of our wonderful and memorable end-of-semester celebration in December, I suggested that we return to the same hotel near Little Tokyo, and – not surprisingly – my big brother wholeheartedly agreed and announced that he would make the appropriate arrangements. 

Neither of us had to suggest it: We both instinctively knew that I would be bound and beaten again for Valentine's Day. Instead of studying, I actually sat at my desk on several occasions, masturbating to thoughts of restraint and pain, imagining the exposed forbidden phallus pulsing strongly and menacingly before me in reaction to my struggles and my cries. When I should have been writing short opinion papers for a class, I was instead scouring the Internet for stories or video clips or sound files featuring young female slaves being teased and tormented while in various forms of restraint. 

Thinking ahead to the upcoming visit to the hotel, however, we would not have just one evening together. This time, I would be at my domineering twin's mercy for at least an entire day, and I was desperately looking forward to that experience. 

As the big day approached, we chatted about the upcoming experience more and more. In bed, my big brother would cuddle me, touching me lovingly while whispering into my ear how he would enjoy seeing me bound again before him, fighting the bonds as he alternated between giving me pain and giving me pleasure, making me cry out for more of each. And as I drifted off to sleep, my mind would be filled of those very same images, and there was almost certainly a smile upon my face as slumber at last overtook me. 

The big question which had been gnawing at the back of my mind for months, however, was what gift I could possibly give to my big brother that he would truly appreciate and which would be a significant symbol of our deepening relationship. I had already given him my heart, which he cherished with every touch, every glance. I had already given him my body, which he claimed almost daily to the unbridled delight of us both. I had even already given him one of my thongs, which was still mounted like a trophy on the wall of his bedroom. 

What more could I possibly give him? 

At last, the idea came to me. I went online, spent some time searching for the right place, made a number of phone calls to compare services and prices, and eagerly scheduled an appointment. 

*****

We both returned from our respective colleges to the apartment at the same time, stepping off different cars of the same BART train and grinning knowingly to each other as we ascended the stairs to the street level. Once safely inside our apartment, we kissed eagerly, a kiss which hinted at the mini-vacation ahead. 

My big brother finished his packing while I made dinner: salad and leftover pizza. We ate somewhat quickly, my bare feet nestled in his lap. While he washed and put away the dishes, I completed the last of my packing. With one final hug and his kiss to my forehead, we embarked. 

When we at last emerged from underground, nighttime had definitely fallen upon San Francisco, and the city lights looked rather pretty. Love was certainly in the air, quite noticeable by the Valentine's Day advertisements in the store windows and the greater-than-usual number of couples holding hands or – in the case of a young teenage couple two rows in front of us on the bus to Little Tokyo – making out without shame. I wished desperately that I could have kissed my big brother at that moment or simply held his hand, but I contented myself with pressing my thigh against his as I looked out the window. 

We stepped off the bus at last. Recognizing the neighborhood, it was easy to find our way to the hotel. And just as we were about to enter the hotel, my big brother stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. 

"You remember the safeword and the safesound we agreed upon, right?" he asked, his tone serious for once. 

"Yes," I replied with a nod, my tone equally serious. "'Hentai' and the sound of a siren." 

"Good. Now, once we step into the hotel, I am no longer your big brother and you are no longer my baby sister – at least, not until we return home on Wednesday." 

I nodded again. "I am your slave and you are my Master. I am yours to command and use as you see fit." 

"That's right. Are you ready for this, baby sister?" 

I smiled. Despite the deep love and the intense trust I felt for him, despite our previous experience with BDSM, I was a little nervous, which somewhat surprised me. I nodded. 

"I'm ready for this, big brother. I'm ready to be your slave. I want to be your slave." 

"Okay, then." He held the door open for me, and I stepped into the hotel, and thus, at last, I stepped into my eagerly-anticipated role. 

*****

I was amazed to be standing in the exact same room my big brother – my Master – and I had shared at the hotel for our end-of-semester mini-vacation. Everything was the same with the exception of the television set, which now had a built-in DVD player. "We could go to that video store in Little Tokyo and buy some anime to watch," I suggested, "perhaps some tentacle-sex hentai." 

"I think I'd rather watch you," my Master replied with a lecherous smile, "especially as you struggle for me." 

We did not engage in bondage play immediately. Instead, my Master sat in one of the chairs at the table, and I sat in his lap, facing him. If we were not wearing clothes, it would have been a nice position for slowly making love to him, or to simply have him filling me, each of us calmly motionless, as we held each other. Instead, we shared numerous kisses as our hands explored each other, as if we were two young teens each exploring the opposite sex for the very first time. Despite the intimate familiarity inherent with our relationship, it added a sense of (false) innocence to the loving atmosphere within our hotel room. 

"Stand," he finally instructed me, and I reluctantly complied, standing beside him. I wore a black skirt, baby blue blouse, white bra and thong, white low socks, and baby blue tennis shoes. My only other adornments were the usual small hoop earrings. 

"Strip." 

That command I fulfilled eagerly, although it took a lot of willpower to prevent myself from smiling with anticipation and ripping the clothes from my own bodt as I complied. I felt proud that my own twin brother – my Master – found my body so attractive, proud that my Master lusted for me, proud that my Master would ultimately use me for his own pleasure. 

Wearing only the earrings, I stood once again, my hands at my sides. "Part your legs, shoulder width," he ordered, and I obeyed instantly, instinctively clasping my hands behind me. Then he reached out and stroked my bare sex, his thumb brushing along the thin horizontal line of closely-cut pubic hair – my "third eyebrow," as he called it – which I had begun to sport since the beginning of the year. I sighed contentedly, closing my eyes, enjoying my Master's gentle touches. He continued to stroke me brazenly, and I rocked slowly against his hand and mewled softly as he extracted the wet love from my body. 

"Kneel." I obeyed again, saddened that his hand would no longer be touching me so intimately. But then he held the same hand to my lips, and I took my time in gently cleaning him, licking my own desire from him, savoring my own taste, and I rediscovered the reason why he likes to eat me. 

"Give me your thong and your bra." I retrieved the requested undergarments from the pile of clothes on the floor and handed them to my Master. Then, he surprised me by placing them on the windowsill, on the other side of the heavy red curtain, in the corner of the window, so that they were well out of my reach. 

"Get dressed. We're going for a walk." That statement startled me. 

Our walk was an unusual one for me. A few times previously, I had been out in public without wearing a bra, so that did not really bother me, especially since I also wore a heavy jacket. But to be out in public without any underwear whatsoever certainly made me feel uncomfortable. By its design, a thong inherently does not provide much coverage, but not wearing anything at all under my skirt made me feel truly vulnerable. Although the breeze was almost negligible, I could feel the cool air caressing my body where it should not be possible to be caressed in public, and I irrationally feared a sudden gust of strong wind blowing up my skirt and exposing me to the few passersby. 

"Are you nervous?" my Master asked, a slight hint of laughter in his voice. 

"Yes, Master," I replied quietly. 

"Good." 

We found a small coffee shop, a cozy place with the feel of a mom-'n'-pop operation. There were only a few customers inside, almost all of Asian descent. I sat at a table by the front window and waited for my Master to order our drinks. 

Sitting alone, I had a few moments to think, to reminisce about our previous stay at the hotel and anticipate the events of the current stay. My thoughts created a notable warmth and dampness at the base of my torso, and that concerned me a little, as I did not have a thong to contain the passion which may trickle from my body, which would thus create a wet spot upon my skirt. 

My Master returned with our drinks and sat across the small table from me, his legs brushing against mine. We slowly sipped our drinks for a long time, neither of us speaking until we were both finished. It was a comfortable silence, highlighted by the feel of my Master's legs touching mine. 

"My sister, my slave," he finally whispered. His eyes spoke volumes of the love he felt for me, causing my heart to swell within my chest and beat a little faster. 

"My brother, my Master," I whispered in reply, sliding my legs against his. 

"Let's go play." 

I simply nodded with a smile. 

*****

"No restraints tonight," my Master informed me, "other than my commands and your desire." 

I again stood naked before my dominant twin, enjoying how his gaze scrutinized my body as he slowly circled me, inspecting me. I have long felt my breasts are my best assets, and felt a special thrill each time his wandering eyes lingered upon my chest. I was definitely a little disappointed, however, that my Master was still fully clothed, for I would have enjoyed gazing upon his nudity as well. But his clothing could not truly hide his erection, as it created a noticeable bulge at the front of his jeans. 

Eventually, as he stood behind me, my Master pressed himself against me, his hands cupping my breasts and squeezing gently. Instinctively, I placed my hands over his. 

"No," he said softly but firmly into my ear. "Play with yourself. Use both hands. I'll take care of your chest." 

"Yes, Master." My eyes closed, I lost myself in our combined touches upon my body. A good fifteen minutes must have passed as we both slowly fondled my body. Small rivulets of passion meandered down my thighs while soft happy sounds escaped my upper lips. 

"I can hear you fingering yourself," he noted with a whisper in my ear. "It's a nice sound. It's a really beautiful sound. Can you hear it?" 

I could indeed hear the slight sloshing sounds as I continually thrust two fingers into my own body. "Yes, Master, I can hear it. It sounds dirty, but I like it." 

"Then keep doing it." He sat on the bed, unzipped his jeans, and brought his significant manhood out through the resulting hole. "Suck me." 

"Gladly, Master!" I had to wonder, Did that sound too needful, too desperate, too horny? 

A heartbeat later, I knelt between his denim-clad thighs, my lips forming a tight seal as my head was slowly pushed further and further down the hearty, magnificent phallus. As I suckled the masculine anatomy, I was all too aware of its symbolism. I was also very keenly aware of its power, surging behind the symbolism, gathering behind the hair-thin dam of will and waiting to unleash its fury either upon me or within me. 

I smiled at that thought, and my body cried with profuse happiness, the sloshing sounds suddenly even more prominent, at least to my ears. 

I could feel the blood flowing within, reinforcing his manhood, further strengthening that symbolism and continuing to heighten its power. In this state, it was as stern as a stereotypical drill sergeant, as angry as a Class 5 tornado, as strong as titanium, as hot as the sun itself. 

My Master filled my mouth, holding my head in place, causing me to gag. Yet I continued to finger myself, continued to cause my passion to spill down my thighs. Slowly, he allowed my head to ascend his solid manhood, allowed me to breathe without obstruction for several seconds, then he pushed my head back down upon his thick shaft. 

There was no hurry from either of us. I maintained a good steady level of arousal while my Master ensured I would please him for a long, long time. Neither of us were approaching a point of no return, but that did not matter – all that mattered was that we were together, alone, creating new memories in a place where other memories had been made previously. 

And many more memories would be created here in the seemingly endless hours ahead. 

*****

My hair still damp from our late-night shower together, I turned off the light and cautiously approached the king-size bed. 

"Go open the curtains," my Master commanded from underneath the covers. 

That seemed like a rather odd request to me, but, like a good slave, I obeyed. As I parted the curtains, I admired the lights of the city spread out before me. It was a most beautiful sight, and I stood there for several minutes, simply gazing across San Francisco, once again thankful that we had both chosen to come to the Bay Area for college. 

"Are you going to stand at the window all night long?" 

Only then did I consciously recognize that I was naked, potentially exposing my body to countless unseen eyes in the low buildings across the street. For just a second, I froze in fear – what should a young college girl do in such a situation? But then, realizing that any voyeurs would have already enjoyed seeing me in the flesh for several minutes, I simply backed slowly away from the window, retreating into the shadows of the hotel room, retreating to the bed, retreating to the protective love of my Master's hold as we together slipped into peaceful slumber. 

*****

Barely stifling an impassioned cry, I fell upon my big brother, my Master, trembling mightily from the intense climax, the first I had experienced in nearly a full week. 

It was a beautiful Valentine's Day morning. I was hunched upon my Master, mewing softly in post-orgasmic bliss, the daylight passing through the parted curtains to illuminate the memorable hotel room, the forbidden phallus still hard and pulsing inside my sisterly body, his hands gently stroking my hair and my sweat-covered back as I breathed heavily into his neck. I was making love to the one I loved, which was what really made it a beautiful Valentine's Day morning. 

"Rise up," he finally commanded, and I obeyed, straddling my Master as he impaled me wonderfully. I clenched around him, and felt his twitch of response. His hands reached up to my chest, and he gently tugged at each nipple, sending shockwaves emanating outward from those rock-hard points. 

"Make yourself cum for me." As he applied steadily-growing pressure upon my hard nubs, I fingered my clitoris quickly, my heart rate and my breathing increasing yet again. The pressure turned from pleasant to uncomfortable to aching to painful, and I cried out softly, strumming my clitoris faster and faster to counteract the twin points of pain being inflicted upon me by my domineering twin. 

"Cum for me. Cum for your Master." 

I rocked back and forth upon him, causing the fiery invader to shift repeatedly within me and increase my own arousal. My eyes were open, but my vision was clouded by lust, which enabled my brain to focus more upon the polar sensations of pain and pleasure. The complete opposite ends of the sensation spectrum battled for supremacy. 

Pleasure won. 

I suddenly felt as if I was being crushed, and was acutely aware of the powerful torrents of incestuous love surging high within my body. I gasped for air, but the inhalations were much warmer than usual, and only as I finally calmed from the powerful climax did I realize that my Master was kissing me fiercely while seizing me in a bear hug. He shook violently through his own orgasmic storm, rocking me wonderfully, and I clung to him, both admiring him in his greatest moment of vulnerability and partaking in the same vulnerability as I rode him throughout the powerful ordeal. 

Both of us gasping loudly, we hugged tightly, the aftershocks felt by us both. The air certainly smelt of our intense passion, and as my vision began to clear, I realized something significant:

The curtains were still parted wide. 

I did not care, and that realization surprised me. 

Not long afterward, my Master's stomach gurgled – softly, but definitely noticeable. We both giggled and shared a sweet kiss, then, finally, I disengaged from the forbidden phallus, sighing sadly as our physical connection was terminated. 

"Shall I go get breakfast for you, Master?" I asked, standing beside the bed, in view of the window, my head and upper body certainly visible to anyone in the low building across the street who might be looking up at our window. 

"Let's go together," he replied. "But I think we'd better shower first, so our loving scent won't scandalize everyone in the restaurant downstairs." 

*****

After breakfast, we returned to the small coffee shop we had visited the night before. Again, I wore neither bra nor thong, but instead of feeling nervous and embarrassed about it, I felt free and uninhibited. Again, there was no breeze, so the only way anyone else would know that I was naked underneath my skirt would be to place a properly-angled mirror between my feet as I stood beside my Master waiting for the vehicles to pass through the intersection. 

We took our coffee with us this time, walking down to Little Tokyo itself. We finished the coffee and finally began to peruse some of the shops. The shop with the Japanese antiques and furniture really fascinated us both, and as we meandered, we imagined aloud how we would decorate a house with such items. Of course, such fine furniture and antiques carries a high price tag, and we could only afford to decorate in such a manner by first winning the Mega Millions or the Super Lotto Plus. 

In time, however, we returned to our loving hotel room. My Master had barely closed the door behind him when he ordered me to strip again. This time, the curtains were closed, so I did not need to be concerned about exposing either my naked body or our incestuous love to the outside world. 

Of course, what would likely have been even more scandalous to a voyeur would have been seeing me willingly being whipped and spanked and whatever else my domineering twin had planned for me. 




Twins in College Ch. 20



I returned from grocery shopping to find my big brother was gone. In a way, that was good, as I had some quiet time to myself, which I occasionally needed despite the deep, intense love I felt for him. Yet, as I put away the food we would need for the next few days of our existence, I missed his presence – even just knowing he was, say, in his bedroom studying while I was in the kitchen would have lifted my spirits a bit. 

It was still only about 10:30AM on a Saturday, so he would be at work for several more hours. Knowing he would need to study a bit when he returned, I decided to wait and study when he did, so I figured I would go online and simply roam. 

Once in my bedroom, I first checked my e-mail... and was not really surprised to find another message from my fraternal twin. He often sent some rather good jokes, or links to interesting Web sites, or particularly steamy stories and images he had found online or received from friends, but I was a bit perplexed by the subject line: 

"Little Things" 

I opened the message, finding that he had attached an HCG image. Very much in anime style, a college girl was on her back on a bed, the pink sheets really bringing her lengthy blue hair to prominence. She wore only a panty with horizontal stripes in blue and white, with "Little Things" printed in English across the topmost stripe. Perched over her on his knees with one hand flat on the bed for support, a faceless guy in a blue shirt and blue jeans had his free hand down the front of her panty, clearly masturbating her; as is true of virtually all Japanese-created porn, the genital region was pixilated, so I could only assume that he has several of his fingers embedded in her small frame. His actions clearly had an effect upon her, for her hands clutched the pink sheet beneath her in a fist, and small drops of sweat dotted her body; her nipples were so prominently erect that even I felt compelled to suck them, and a nice blush colored her face and highlighted the large tear trickling from one of her closed eyes; her mouth was wide open as if she were questing for air or crying out in pleasure, and a prominent wet spot was visible on the pink sheet between her spread thighs. 

Even before I read the text of the message, the image reminded me very much of the events of the night before. Wearing just as little clothing as the beauty in the image, I had been in very much the same position upon my big brother's bed. With his hand down the front of my thong, my big brother had masturbated me for a long, long time, eschewing his own pleasure to ensure that my desires were well sated... several times over. And while I sensed a hint of embarrassment from the college girl in the HCG image, the knowledge that my own big brother was not just masturbating me but also closely watching me and savoring my impassioned sounds had made each glorious climax all the more meaningful, all the more powerful. My sweat-covered body had been gladly and proudly at his mercy as I writhed upon the bed in the seductive display that comes so naturally to a young woman once again climbing the mountain of ecstasy. 

"That's it... Cum for me, baby sister... Let yourself go... Enjoy it... Let your big brother please you... Go ahead and shred the bedspread... Scream as loud as you need... Tonight is all about you... I want to feel you cum again... Do you want to cum again?... You're so damn beautiful like this... Drench my hand..." 

With only his manipulating hand and his soothing voice, my big brother had been able to inflict pleasure upon pleasure upon pleasure upon me. I had relinquished all control to his manipulating hand and his soothing voice. Without needing to use any restraints, he had captured me, he had bound me to his will, and his will had been to batter me with carnal delight until I had felt I could no longer breathe, until my trembling body had at last fallen exhausted and limp and definitely sated upon his bedspread, quite wet from my sweat and my love. 

With only his manipulating hand and his soothing voice, my big brother had caused time to stand still. All that had mattered to him was me and my pleasure. All that had mattered to me was that each lewd motion of my body, each sharp cry passing my lips, each quickening beat of my heart had bound us ever closer together, even closer than we had been while still in the womb. 

The message my big brother had included with the image was quite appropriate: "Thinking of last night..." 

There was only one logical thing to do. I saved the attached image to my directory of HCG images, then set it as my wallpaper. Looking fondly upon the new wallpaper, I sat at my desk, my jeans unbuttoned, my hand inside my thong, and masturbated slowly for quite some time as my mind replayed the enjoyable memories the wallpaper evoked. 

When my big brother returned at last from work, I was playing Tekken 5 again and not faring too well, as fighting games definitely are not my forte. He bent down to kiss me between rounds, and I simply said the only thing that I could possibly say: 

"Thanks for the loving memories." 



Twins in College Ch. 21



All day long, I had been incredibly horny, a terrible condition which seemed to only worsen by the hour. Despite a few trips to the library restroom when I was supposed to be researching for a major paper, my fingers simply were not enough to gratify me. Being the one to restock the adult section of the video store that night simply exacerbated the situation: Being surrounded by all the various forms of sex for those fifteen minutes only served to make me even hornier. 

I was so thankful when midnight came and Joyna locked the door after the final customer had left the store. We began the closing process, and since Joyna has always been really uncomfortable in the adult section, it fell to me to go behind the curtain for the second time that night, which made me even hornier still. Yet, somehow, I was able to resist the urge to reach up my skirt and touch myself to try to relieve some of the pent-up pressure. 

Eventually, we heard my big brother's signature knock at the back door. Joyna admitted him in, and he politely helped by vacuuming while I counted the cash and Joyna finished packing the last of the old videotapes in the foreign section for the store's owner to take home the next day and sell on eBay. 

Finally, Joyna left the store with her uncle, leaving me alone with my big brother. I so desperately wanted to pounce on him right then and there, and I honestly do not know how I managed to keep such an intense desire at bay. Even if I had been shackled to the wall, I probably would have broken free and shredded his clothes before pulling aside the crotch of my thong and rapidly impaling myself upon him. 

When he put his hand on my shoulder and chastely kissed my cheek, my thong could no longer contain my passion. "Please don't," I pleaded breathily, "or I may not be able to control myself." 

He gave me an inquisitive look, but somehow seemed to understand both my need and my predicament. 

When we finally returned to our apartment, my big brother turned on the main light and closed the door, but then I was on him even before he could lock out the rest of the world. I practically flung myself at him, crushing my breasts against his back and forcing his chest into the door. My hands were all over him as I kissed and nipped at his neck. My body was immediately slithering against him, and I wondered idly if he could feel my arousal-hardened nipples through bra and sweatshirt and coat and coat and shirt. 

My big brother at least had the presence of mind to lock the door while I was assaulting him. "Shit, girl!" he exclaimed. "My innocent baby sister has suddenly turned into a real bitch in heat!!!" 

That vulgar statement made me particularly happy, in an inexplicable, lust-informed way. I responded by reaching around him, my hand dropping below the beltline, and fondling my big brother's lengthening manhood through his jeans. "How fast can you get this inside me!?!" I challenged with a heated growl in his ear. 

It was definitely fast. In less than thirty seconds, he was on his back on the floor, his sex saluting me proudly through the open zipper of his jeans. He thoughtfully held my skirt up for me as I squatted over him, so I could pull aside the crotch of my thong and sink down onto him. I lowered myself rapidly, groaning with primal lust as I felt my body being violated, my insides being pried apart by the thick manhood I knew much too well for my own good. 

I leaned forward, and with my hands gripping his shoulders, I fucked him, hard and fast and vigorously. At last, I truly felt whole, complete, feminine. 

We were both incredibly hot. Neither of us had undressed – that was definitely my fault, as I did not allow us the time to undress – so our coats were doing a flawless job of containing the heat rising within us. Even though I wore a skirt like I often do when working at the store, even my legs felt incredibly hot, such was the extent of my pent-up passion as it surged throughout my body in search of an escape route. 

As I continued to fuck my big brother as rapidly as I could, I was stunned by the force of his grip upon my left breast despite the coat I wore. His grip was the key, unlocking the dam holding back my first deluge of lust, and as the initial climax washed over my body, I no longer felt any discomfort from slamming my sex down upon the open metal zipper of my big brother's jeans. All I felt was a surge of adrenaline and a pulsating pistoning deep within me. If I cried out, I did not hear it, for the sound of my own heartbeat was thunderous in my ears. 

I collapsed upon his chest, my entire body spasming even as the intense heat began to overtake me. Yet I still wanted and needed much, much more. 

I believe my big brother sensed my distress, for he rolled us so he was upon me, then slipped out of my crying womanhood. Quickly, he unbuttoned my coat, parting the garment as much as he could. Briefly, he squeezed each breast playfully, then slithered his hands down my chest and stomach to the base of my college sweatshirt, exposing my stomach to his view as I instinctively arched my body to assist him. Only when the sweatshirt was bunched up above my breasts and the cups of my bra had been lowered did he finally lean back and pause for a moment to enjoy the incestuous view of his baby sister's sweaty body. 

"Please," I begged, already starting to feel better now that more of my body was exposed to the seemingly-cool air of the apartment. I glanced down at my big brother's jeans, and his sex seemed so beautifully obscene jutting forth through the open zipper. I reached out to manhandle his love-slickened manhood, and he visibly shuddered from my touch as he unzipped and removed his own coat, and then unbuttoned and removed his shirt. 

But next, instead of impaling me as I had expected (and truly wanted), my big brother slid backward toward the locked door. There was little room between my sex and the door, so he looked really awkward as he bent over in that small area. But once his fingers were inside me, my eyes closed and I was focused on the sensations he created within me. His free hand shot up to my chest, manipulating my heaving breasts and pulling at the rigid nipples to send still more pleasant sparks shooting throughout my body. 

My hands in his hair, I lost myself in my big brother's illicit actions. He fingered me, he ate me, he toyed with me. He showed me no mercy, and I definitely did not complain. He lovingly inflicted much more pleasure upon me while I humped his face and fingers and moaned and grunted and gasped and wailed and spewed lewd obscenities of encouragement. 

When I finally pushed my big brother away, I was limp and exhausted. I felt as if I would melt into a big puddle on the carpet, but I was finally, thoroughly, thankfully sated. My eyes closed as I gasped for air, I heard him move around me, but did not think anything of it until, a few moments later, I felt his white-hot love falling upon my face. Instinct caused me to open my mouth even wider to provide him with a better target, and I was appropriately rewarded. 

I remained there on the floor for a long, long time, even after my big brother had moved away from me. The cooling sweat made my body feel clammy, and my mouth was as dry as the Arizona desert in the midday June sun. Yet, in a way I had certainly not expected, I felt sated. I felt sated in body, of course, but also sated in mind and – most importantly – I felt sated in heart. 

I inhaled two glasses of water and took a long shower before slipping into my big brother's bed. He was already asleep, yet his arms instinctively enveloped me protectively as I pressed my naked body against his underneath the heavy warm covers. "Thank you for giving me what I needed, big brother," I whispered to him as I stroked the back of his head, knowing that despite his sleep, my sincere words were definitely heard. 

With my forehead pressed against his, I closed my eyes, and drifted into a deep, peaceful, sated slumber. 



Twins in College Ch. 22



I awoke that morning alone in my big brother's bed, the flannel sheets warm against my naked body. A few moments later, I heard the shower start, and thought of perhaps joining him, but instead decided to remain in bed, enjoying the feel of the sensual flannel. 

Clearly, I had fallen asleep again, for seemingly a heartbeat later, my forbidden lover was kissing me, his tongue gliding along my lower lip. I submitted to him, allowing him entrance into my mouth as his hand stroked a breast through the covers. 

That was as close as we came to true intimacy that morning, as we needed to prepare for our trip home for Spring Break. As I washed my hair in the shower, I thought fondly of our lengthy lovemaking the night before. Knowing that we would not be able to indulge in each other again until Wednesday night, it had been a particularly meaningful intimacy, slow and respectful, lasting well into the night with multiple releases for us both. 

But, eventually, it was time to finish packing. I was just about to zip up my wheeled carry-on when my forbidden lover stepped into my bedroom. He simply pulled me back into him, lovingly fondling my chest for a few moments. 

"I'm going to miss this," I whispered, "these small moments we share together." 

He squeezed my breasts through my sweatshirt and bra. "What I'll miss most is the honor of waking up in the morning next to the wonderful young woman I truly love." 

I sighed contentedly, wondering if my big brother's hands could feel the slight increase in my heart rate in response to his kind, flattering words. 

As the airplane banked to the left over San Francisco, I looked fondly upon the city, my big brother holding my hand as he shared the view. There was no one sitting around us, affording us this last moment of affection before arriving home for Spring Break. 

*****

"Where's Daddy?" I asked, surprised that he did not come to the airport to meet us. "Is he working on a Saturday again?" 

"Actually, no," our mother replied sadly. "A longtime friend from college is on his death bed after a severe skiing accident. Your father received the call late last night, and his plane took off about twenty minutes ago." 

"Damn," my big brother muttered. 

"So it's just the three of us, at least for now. He said he'd call tonight." 

It was an odd way to start the trip home. 

*****

Sunday afternoon, our mother approached me after lunch. "Care to go shopping?" she asked. So we left my big brother behind as he did some work on one of the computers, blowing out the accumulated dust inside the tower and installing a few new cards and a larger internal hard drive. 

I quickly realized why I had been specifically asked if I wanted to go shopping, for once in the car, I was trapped, captive. 

"What did you think of the gift card?" she asked shortly after we were out of sight of the house. 

I smiled. "It was quite a surprise," I replied honestly. "I definitely had not expected it, especially coming from a parent!" 

My mother laughed a bit. "I figured you would appreciate it. I hope your boyfriend enjoyed seeing you in whatever it was you bought." 

I felt a little warm, and hoped that I was not blushing. "He did." 

"So," she said triumphantly, "I was right. You do have a boyfriend!" 

I did not argue the point, for fear that it would somehow incriminate me. 

"He's a very lucky guy," she commented. "You're beautiful, you're smart, and you're intensely loyal to him." 

How would she know about the loyalty aspect? I wondered, but I tried to keep my expression blank and blush-free as I looked out the passenger window. 

"You're still on the pill, aren't you?" my mother asked, surprising me with the question. I only nodded, too stunned to speak. "Good, because I know that you don't want to be suddenly burdened with a child you are probably not mentally prepared enough to raise. Besides, for us women, having kids can really put a slowdown on a career – and if you do want to have a career, you will really need to carefully plan when you have kids." 

I simply nodded again, trying to figure out where this conversation was going. 

She was silent for a while as she navigated her way toward the highway, then finally resumed the conversation. "You will probably be surprised by this, but I have a confession to make, and I believe it will help you as well to hear this." 

I simply looked at her, an eyebrow raised inquisitively. 

"You never knew your Uncle Rob, but I believe I told you about how he died, right?" 

"A military training accident," I replied. "An engine malfunction in the helicopter he was in." 

"Exactly." She sighed sadly, clearly remembering. "I really loved Rob. I would do anything to be close to him, to spend time with him. We were closer than most brothers and sisters ever are, although not nearly as close as you and Victor are to each other, being that you two are twins.

"Anyhow, when I was home from college one summer and he happened to be home for a few weeks on military leave, we went to an off-campus party together, since he also knew people who were likely to be there. Not surprisingly, the alcohol was freely-flowing, and soon things quieted down as people paired off and went to semi-secluded locations. Soon, the sounds of sex were unmistakable coming from some of the rooms upstairs, and those downstairs and outside began get rather sexual as well." 

I suddenly wondered just how close my mother had been with Uncle Rob, the one family member whose photograph was perched atop the mantle yet who I knew very little about besides his untimely death. 

"Rob and I soon left, but neither of us wanted to go home yet and we needed to sober up first anyhow, and it was clear that both of us were rather... turned on by the sexual activity at the party. So we walked to a small park, went to the picnic pavilion, and in the shadows there, we... relieved our sexual urges. I'm sure that whoever came to the pavilion the next day must have wondered whose blood was on the cement floor." 

My mouth was agape. Not only had my own mother been in an incestuous situation, she had also lost her virginity to her brother. That pronouncement made me really wonder just what our "shopping trip" was all about. 

"The next two days, Rob and I both tried to act as if nothing had happened, but we finally had to confront it. We had a long, long talk, and finally we realized that 'as close as we had always been' was no longer enough. At that point, we became lovers – secret lovers, of course, but lovers nonetheless. And it was hard, because he was so often away due to his military career, and when he was at home, we only had short stolen moments together and the rare opportunity to run off somewhere to make love to each other." 

She slowed as she drove down an exit ramp. "It really hit me hard when we learned that Rob had died in the helicopter accident. Everyone else in the family thought I was so crushed because Rob and I had always been so close, even though he was some three years older than me. I don't believe they knew that he and I were also in love.

"So that's why I felt that it was fine for you and Victor to live together in Berkeley while going to college. I've just had an instinctive feeling that you two were in love, and seeing how you two interacted during Christmas Break reminded me so much of me and Rob trying to act nonchalant to cover our own relationship. 

"I don't believe your father knows about you two," she continued. "He certainly doesn't know about me and Rob. But most importantly, knowing how close and loyal you two have always been with each other, I want you to really, truly cherish your time together, because, as I found out the hard way, you never know when you will not be together again. Even if society's 'ethics' do not tear you apart, something tragic could happen to rip through your relationship." 

Turning into the vast parking lot, my mother's eyes immediately began to scan for a parking spot near the main mall entrance. "Even better, unlike me and Rob, you get to see Victor every day, which can make your love for each other all the more meaningful. There are a number of things that you can do to add even more meaning to your relationship, like occasionally wearing lingerie for him or simply massaging his shoulders when he's been studying for a while. I won't ask what you already do now, but at least you now know that you have my total support, and that if you want to do something truly special for him on occasion, I'll be more than willing to help you make it happen if I possibly can, okay?" 

I could only nod, still stunned at this revelation, this confession, this advice. We finally parked, and immediately, my mother reached into her purse. 

"Here," she said, handing me a small envelope. "You can spend it now, or you can wait and spend it back in California. I can promise you this: You and Victor will have the house to yourselves tomorrow, because I must be in the office all day due to prior commitments, and your father won't be back until Wednesday at the earliest, so you can indulge with your brother all you want tomorrow without needing to worry about one of your parents discovering you. 

"Now, you go do as you will, and let's meet at the coffee shop at the south end of the mall in, say, two hours, okay?" 

She held my gaze for a few seconds and smiled. "I know I just poured a lot of information on you. I know you must be incredibly surprised by all this. And, admittedly, perhaps I am living vicariously through you. But what is most important to me is that you are happy, and clearly, you are extremely happy with Victor." She patted my thigh. "So do whatever you believe will help to increase your happiness, whatever you believe will bring you two even closer together than you already are." 

My knowing smile joined hers, and she leaned forward to kiss my forehead. 

*****

There was no need to wait until Wednesday evening. 

After I heard our mother leave the house, I quickly shed my sleepshirt and thong and meandered to my big brother's bedroom. Opening the door slowly and silently, I discovered he was still asleep, on his back, his arms flung wide across the bed as if he was skydiving with the parachute beneath him. It was an odd sight, and an odd vision. 

Since I knew for certain that our mother would not be returning until dinnertime at the earliest, I did not bother closing the bedroom door. Even when I climbed up onto the bed, my big brother did not move, indicating that he truly was in a deep, deep slumber. I simply lay upon him, the covers between us preventing the skin-on-skin sensation we both enjoyed. Instinctively, his arms enveloped me as he slept. With my face pressed into the side of his neck, I felt myself drifting back into slumber myself. 

Nearly an hour later, I awoke to a gentle squeeze of my lower cheeks. Smiling into my big brother's neck, I gave him a gentle nibble before lifting myself up enough to gaze down into his sleepy eyes. "Good morning, love," I whispered before descending to kiss his lips. 

He suddenly seemed to recall where we were, for I felt my big brother instantly tense beneath me. I lifted myself enough to again look into his eyes, and I could see the fear of discovery within. He was about to protest the fact that I was naked upon him in our parents' house when I put a single finger to his lips to silence him. "Daddy's out of state and might be back Wednesday," I reminded him, "and our mother is at the office all day long due to prior commitments that she cannot break. We are entirely on our own until at least dinnertime." 

My assurance softened his expression. It took a few seconds longer for his just-awakening brain to process the meaning of my assurance, and he grinned. 

I had never expected that I would make love to my big brother in the family home ever again. We made love several times that day. I never had a chance to show him what I had bought the day before with the gift card our mother had provided for me, but then again, I was not really certain if I wanted him to know that our mother knew of our incestuous relationship and actually condoned it and provided the means to enhance it. 

*****

Our father met us at the airport as we were returning to California. He had just stepped off a plane after traveling all night, and he looked extremely ragged. We spent about an hour chatting at a coffee bar near the security checkpoint before our mother finally dragged him home. After the ordeal he had suffered through that week, he clearly needed to be consoled by his wife and then sent to bed, but the fact that he had been able to spend an hour with us had certainly meant a lot to him – that much had been clearly written upon his face as the hour passed. 

Landing in Oakland was an adventure as usual: Descending over the water and not seeing land until just seconds before touchdown always made me feel slightly nervous even though I knew that we were on the appropriate flight path. The familiar hand upon my thigh was a definite comfort, taking the edge off my nervousness. 

Once back in our apartment, my big brother and I embraced, then retired to the sofa, where I curled up in his lap as he held me. 

"You've learned something significant this week," he accused, "I could sense it. Is this something I should know?" 

A long silence passed as I debated with myself whether I should relay our mother's confession. She had not told me to never tell my big brother about her incestuous relationship, but I had assumed that her words had been for my ears only. 

Finally, I decided. 

"It's a good thing you're sitting down," I said, "because you'll be just as surprised as I was by this confession..."



Twins in College Ch. 23



Chapter 23: Cloned

I awoke first, and placed a gentle kiss upon my big brother's cheek. A subtle smile was upon his angelic, sleeping face, making me wonder just what he was seeing in his dream. Was he dreaming of us making love before a glowing fireplace? Was he dreaming of us dancing together? Was he dreaming of me submitting to his whims? Was he dreaming of us simply joking around? 

With one more kiss to his cheek, I slipped out of bed, donned my robe and slippers to thwart the slightly-cool air, and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. 

When I returned to my bedroom, my big brother was still asleep. It is rare that the scent of coffee does not awaken him, so I knew that he was in a deep sleep with a highly-enjoyable dream filling his mind. I removed my slippers and robe and slid back into bed with him, and he instinctively drew my naked body against his. His erection was unmistakable, pressing against me and signaling that his dream was definitely sexual in some manner. Was he dreaming of watching me squirm in bondage? Was he dreaming of my deepthroating him, even though I could not yet get past the gag reflex in reality? Was he dreaming of feasting upon my dripping sex? Was he dreaming of watching me having sex with another college coed? 

Was he dreaming of his twin having an identical twin? 

That was an intriguing thought... What if I had both a fraternal twin and an identical twin? In essence, what if I could clone myself? 

I tried to imagine that scenario from my big brother's point of view, with all other aspects of our lives together being equal. He would sleep at night with two of me: one of me on either side of him, each of me with a head upon a different shoulder as we all drifted into peaceful slumber. He would have two of me to dominate, two of me more than willing to submit to whatever pain or pleasure he wished to bestow upon either of me at any time. He would have two of me to meet him at the BART station after class or work, or two of me to have dinner ready for him when he returned to the apartment. He would have two of me to ogle, especially as both of me paraded topless or nude around the apartment. He would have two of me to entice him to a throbbing hardness, two of me to ultimately devour his incestuous seed. He would have two of me to make love to him on nearly a daily basis. He would have two of me to simply smile at him on occasion to make him realize just how lucky each of me was to have him as a big brother. 

And, I was certain, he would want to watch me make out with myself, as it would effectively be the "safest" way to indulge in his once-admitted fantasy of watching me doing naughty things with another girl. 

I reached for my big brother's solid erection, causing him to shudder in his sleep beside me. Resting my head upon his shoulder, I smiled, closing my eyes and envisioning my clone on the other side of him, also gently stroking his manhood, my hand occasionally touching mine. How strange it would be to open my eyes and see myself across my big brother's chest, looking back at me, reaching out to me, stroking my cheek, pulling me close to kiss my own mirrored lips...

With a soft moan, my big brother stirred, turning toward me, his arms instinctively wrapping around me. My arms surrounded him likewise, yet I still pictured a copy of myself pressed against his back, also holding him. 

I felt a kiss upon my lips and a hand upon my breast, and opened my eyes. My big brother lifted his head away and gazed down upon me, a soft smile upon his face. "Good morning, baby sister," he whispered. 

I blinked several times, my mind still caught in the haze between dream and consciousness. For a few seconds, I could still fee the presence of my clone behind him, but then that presence dissipated in the initial rays of daylight. 

Once again, I had my big brother all to myself. Reaching upward, I pulled his head back down to my face and kissed him, slowly and lovingly. His hand squeezed my breast a little more firmly, and I know from his touch that my clone had indeed been simply a dream, that I was very much and fortunately alone in receiving his sweet, respectful attentions. 



Twins in College Ch. 24



A gentle touch upon my shoulder violently startled me awake, but almost instantly, my eyes started to close again. Even though I recognized my big brother's hand upon me, it took several heartbeats for me to realize that I sat at the table, my arms folded atop a thick textbook. 

"Come to bed, baby sister," I heard softly as the familiar hand gently caressed my shoulder. "You won't do yourself any good at all by studying all night, especially if you're this tired just after midnight. Come to bed, please." 

I shook my head, partially in response to him, partially to try to clear my head. "I've got to keep going," I replied. "I'll be done in about two hours, I promise." 

Through simply my big brother's touch upon me shoulder, I could feel his hesitation; I could tell that he did not truly believe me. "Two hours," he warned, his tone clearly harsher than usual. 

A few heartbeats later, a gently touch upon my shoulder once again violently startled me awake. Once again, almost instantly, my eyes started to close again. 

"Come to bed," I heard, this time not nearly as gently. 

Slowly, I turned my eyes toward the clock on the VCR, and saw that it was only 12:30AM. 

He must have sensed that I was checking the time. "You're too damn tired, baby sister. Come to bed, now." 

The exam was so important to me, however, that I slowly shook my head in the negative. 

Reaching underneath my arm, my big brother roughly seized a breast, and, despite my fatigue, a soft sound immediately flowed past my lips. 

Then, however, I winced and grunted with pain as his hand clamped ferociously upon my breast. "You're coming to bed, now!" he insisted. 

"No! I can't!" 

"Stand up, slave!" 

That set the tone. Never before had my big brother "pulled rank" on me like that, suddenly engaging our master/slave hierarchy without first consulting me. Never had he attempted to dominate me in anger, for which I had been quite grateful, but I thought that I was really, really in deep trouble, that he would punish me in anger. 

As quickly as my exhausted mind could form the commands for my body to execute, I stood before my big brother, my master. 

"Strip!" 

He was clearly not happy with me. I did not bother trying to take my time or trying to make my disrobing particularly sexy for him. Instead, I stripped as quickly as I possibly could, for once taking no pleasure in the act, ultimately standing fully nude before him yet unable to feel any pride in displaying my sisterly body for his viewing pleasure. 

"I will meet you in my bedroom in five minutes," he informed me, the edge still quite evident in his voice as he glanced at his watch. "If you are even one second late, the punishment will be even more severe." 

Just shy of five minutes later, I stood just within the doorway of my big brother's bedroom. The covers on his bed had already been pulled back, and he was already fully nude as he closed the door to his closet. Seeing me, he gestured toward the bed, and while my eyes saw him naked before me, my mind was far too exhausted to take any pleasure in the vision. 

A few moments later, I was in bed with my big brother, my master, his body pressed snugly to mine from behind. "I set the alarm for 5AM," I heard faintly in the darkness as sleep threatened to devour my consciousness once again. "You can resume your studying then." 

"Yes, mas....." 

*****

I had to work the late-afternoon/early-evening shift at the video store, so when I returned from class and from work, my big brother was awaiting me, sitting at the table and reading a magazine. Immediately, I went to him, bending down to kiss him, but I sensed something "dark" in his kiss, and I knew that he had been serious the night before about punishing me. 

"Strip. Now." 

I hesitated only a millisecond before setting my backpack down beside the table and beginning to undress. This time, at least, my mind was clear enough to take at least a little pleasure in undressing before my master. His eyes, however, seemed cold and distant, scrutinizing and calculating, and that kept any delight held at bay. 

"Over the end of the sofa," he ordered. With a nod, I complied, bending over one upholstered arm, my chest pressed into one of the end pillows and my cheek pressed against an upholstered seat cushion. 

"Sometimes," he said with an exasperated sigh, "you can be so damn stubborn about the strangest things!" Slowly, he stood, and began to slowly approach me while unbuckling his belt. 

I knew instantly what my punishment would be. I just did not know how many kisses of the leather belt would grace my vulnerable flesh. 

"Last night, you were particularly stubborn. I know today's exam was important to you, but your stubbornness would have certainly earned you a much lower grade if I had not stepped in and pulled rank on you." 

"Yes, master," I whispered, more for myself than for any form of agreement with his statement. 

Nothing more was said. He removed his belt from his jeans, doubled it over, assumed the position, and struck me. 

By the fifth strike, I was definitely breathing hard. 

By the tenth strike, I could not remain still. 

By the twentieth strike, I was crying openly. Yes, I was suffering pain, and yes, I did like to have my master hurt me on occasion. 

The tears themselves were caused by the physical pain of the punishment, but the sobs were caused by the emotional pain of needing to be punished. 

When my punishment finally ended, he knelt behind me, pried apart my moist sex, and began to slowly eat me. Yet I could not take any pleasure in his loving gesture, so great was my distress and my shame at needing to be truly punished. 

Yet, even though I vowed to myself to never again do anything which would cause him to hurt me outside of agreed-upon play, I loved him even more for taking the initiative and truly punishing me to help me to become a better person, a better student... and ultimately a better baby sister. 



Twins in College Ch. 25



Typically, when we went to bed, my big brother would hold me.  He would sometimes align himself behind me, fitting himself against me like two identical spoons in a silverware drawer, an arm draped over me and holding me against him.  Often, his hand would cup one of my naked breasts, the warmth of his hand warming my heart as well.  This particular scenario would always bring a smile to my face and ensure that I had a very pleasant dream each night.  

Late one particular night, as we slept in my big brother’s bed, I awoke to a gentle squeezing of my breast and a telltale poking at the base of my torso.  Since I was facing the wall, I could not see the clock, so I had no idea what time it was.  I only knew that it was still rather dark, the faint light in the room coming from the screensaver running on my big brother’s laptop.  

I tried to determine if he was awake or asleep, without alerting him that I was awake.  His hand squeezed my breast again, and it took a bit of willpower to keep myself from moaning softly.  Despite his apparent erection, he was not actively trying to impale me, so I surmised that he was actually asleep, enjoying a rather erotic dream... hopefully a rather erotic dream featuring his twin baby sister.  

Despite still being a bit sleepy myself, I decided that if my big brother was awake, I would let him know that I was awake as well and more than willing to allow him back inside me.  But, if he was truly asleep, my plan would add realism to his erotic dream.  

Reaching back over my thighs, my fingertips found the hardened phallus I knew much too well for my own good.  At my touch, I felt his entire body twitch against me and his hand squeeze my breast a little more firmly.  Gently, I fingered his length, pressing the tip against my entrance to add his trickling lubrication to mine, and the soft brush of our sexes elicited a whimper from my lips.  

“I’m going to fuck you,” I suddenly heard in a low growl from behind me, “fast and hard.”  

My big brother was very evidently awake.  

Slowly, I slipped out of his hold, pushing the covers away and moving to my hands and knees upon the bed.  “Take me,” I offered, pleaded.  “Take your baby sister.”  

As my body was slowly, respectfully impaled by a familiar, hardened, fleshy sword, I moaned involuntarily, softly, the sound combining with the penetration to cause me to fully awaken.  My big brother slid his hands up my sides, igniting beautiful electric sparks along where his fingernails gently scraped my skin.  

“I’m going to fuck my baby sister,” I heard, a false menacing tone in the voice, “and I’m going to be hard and rough and violent with her.”  

I smiled.  “And she will thoroughly enjoy it,” I replied, almost certain that my big brother could hear my smile.  

My forbidden lover delivered on his promise.  At times, his hands gripped my breasts fiercely, his fingernails burrowing into my sensitive swells, hurting me just enough for the pain to be highly erotic.  At times, he would pull my hair, sometimes with a single hand, sometimes with both hands as if using my hair as reins, both situations causing my head to raise and my back to arch from the strength of his pulls.  At times, he would spank me with tremendous force, adding yet another source of pain and ever-growing to my existence.  

And through it all, he pounded me, turning my arms and my legs to jelly, causing my heartbeat to thunder vociferously in my ears and my entire body to tremble and quake violently upon the loudly-protesting bed.  He growled and spewed crass obscenities at me, and I responded in kind, our voices continually rising in volume, our banter continually descending ever deeper into the proverbial sewer.  

He announced his orgasm with a terrible roar, and I responded with a scream, clawing at a pillow as my climax consumed me and poured around his scalding male spear.  I collapsed at last, and my big brother tumbled upon me, still lodged within my sisterly body, his hands still roughly gripping my breasts, his breath hot and fast and hard against my ear.  I was being crushed into his bed, but I did not care – to feel him both within me and upon me filled my heart and my soul, making me feel used, of course, but also both loved and protected.  

“That is the last time you will cum until after the end of final exams, is that understood?”  

He had not called me “slave,” and he had not used a particularly stern or authoritative tone of voice with me.  However, the intent was clear, and I instinctively responded in the only manner which made sense:  

“Yes, Master.”  

And the countdown to the end of exam week began.



Twins in College Ch. 26



I was, in a word, frustrated. 

"That is the last time you will cum until after the end of final exams, is that understood?" 

My big brother, my Master, had given me an order, and I had no option but to obey. While Exam Week seemed to approach rather quickly as the end of the semester loomed, it also felt as if it was light years away – such was the state of my frustration. 

After all, after nearly a full academic year of making love to each other on very nearly a daily basis, I had become addicted to it, addicted to the intense climaxes which only my big brother could bestow upon me. Because of our near-daily copulation, I had almost never needed to satisfy myself, and when I did, the orgasms just did not compare. 

Yet, to be suddenly thrust into a situation where I could not achieve orgasm for such a long period of time was almost maddening. 

Rarely did I ever purposely disobey my Master. Only once had I ever really needed to be truly punished, not "playfully" punished. Yet as the days without gratification wore on, I thought more and more of purposely disobeying him.  

At first, it began innocently enough. After all, my Master had simply ordered that I could not cum until the end of final exams. He had not said that I could not play with myself and enjoy the climb toward a climax.  

My Master did not help matters at all by being sexual with me even more than usual. For once, he would often parade around the apartment fully nude while I was fully clothed, specifically to remind me of my prohibition against attaining the ultimate carnal pleasure. At least twice per day, he would insist that I suck him; he did not always cum himself, depending on when he would have me stop, but when he did, he almost always pushed me back so that he could release his incestuous seed upon me instead of inside my mouth. As we watched television together or cuddled in bed together, he would finger me, repeatedly bringing me to the precipice of delight before rudely hauling me back into the reality of my frustration. 

I thought it was going to come to a head on a Saturday night. I had been incredibly horny all evening long, and being the one to restock the shelves in the adult section of the video store did not help my situation at all. It took all my willpower to prevent myself from jumping my big brother and Master when he came to the store to escort me home. Purposely, I dallied a bit, until finally my other coworkers had left the store, leaving me and my sexual tormenter alone. 

"Please, Master!" I pleaded shamelessly. "Let me cum! Please!!!" 

He had the audacity to smirk. Clearly, he was enjoying my frustration, my wanton need. 

"Damn you, Victor!" I nearly screamed. "This is so unfair!" 

"Is it?" he challenged. "Will you think the same when you are finally permitted to cum again?" 

"Yes!" 

"Are you certain about that," he challenged again, "or will you be so consumed with finally experiencing an orgasm again that you will forget your place as a slave?" 

So that was it. He was simply using my orgasms – rather, my prohibition against having and enjoying an orgasm – as a new way to exert his dominance over me. I had actually expected that, but to hear him state it himself surprised me – surprised me enough to temporarily squelch my wanton need. 

...until we returned to our apartment. There, as soon as he had locked out the mundane world, my big brother ordered me to my knees before him, and without needing to be commanded, I released his hardening manhood and ingested him, reveling in the feel and taste of him inside my mouth, reveling once again in my submissive position to him, yet angry at him for denying me the what I wanted most while making me give him orgasm after orgasm after orgasm in the preceding weeks. 

In time, we moved to my bed, where we both stripped naked and I was ordered to truly fuck him, faster and harder than I ever had before. So great was my need that tears streamed down my heated cheeks as the pleasure generated my our quickening friction radiated from the point of our joining. And as the incestuous seed rose high into my body, I could take no pleasure in it, for his climax only frustrated me further, and I sobbed, loud and long, collapsing upon my Master and pleading with my broken voice. 

Ultimately, I was left alone on the bed, crying until my body had no more tears to shed. And then I felt it, quite unexpected: a sense of calm, a sense of servitude. In that moment, I knew that I existed to please my big brother, to please my Master in whatever way he defined, and that if my orgasm denial was the means to his pleasure, then I should and would gladly suffer it – if necessary, for decades.



Twins in College Ch. 27



"You most definitely need to get fucked." 

I stopped at the center of campus, my jaw hanging open in disbelief.  

"I mean it," Samantha said, barely skipping a beat and tugging at my hand to drag me toward class. "For several weeks, you've been... what's the word?  You've been fidgety, on edge, nervous, a bit bitchy which is not like you... Trust me, I know, and I can clearly see that you need to get fucked." 

My friend's sex life was not a secret between us. I knew much of what she had done previously, and she shared with me everything she did now that she was in college. I had grown used to her comments, like, "I'd love to kneel before him and have him cum in my face!" or "With her long fingers, I'll bet she'd fill me quite nicely if she wanted to fist me!" 

If only Samantha knew the truth about my sex life. She had no clue that I was getting fucked almost every day since late August... by my own twin. She had no clue that despite the prohibition against my having an orgasm, I was getting fucked fairly regularly. 

So, Samantha was wrong. In reality, I most definitely needed to cum. 

And simply thinking about my need to cum made me even hornier, made it even more difficult to focus on the boring professor's monotone voice, made it even more imperative that I return to the apartment as quickly as possible after class. 

"...he shoved his cock in my mouth," I overheard from one of two young women sitting in front of me on the BART train, "and I could taste my own cum on him!" 

I tried – with difficulty – to focus harder on the book I was reading, but felt my nipples harden once again. My mind was no longer filled with the images of life on a futuristic space station, but with my big brother withdrawing from my dripping body and quickly forcing his cock into my mouth, making me taste myself upon him. 

"Did he cum in your mouth?" the other young woman asked, clearly interested in her friend's tale. 

The announcement of the next station drowned out any response, but in my mind's eye, I saw my big brother withdraw from my mouth and return to his previous position, filling me with such a brutal thrust that I gasped aloud. 

Quickly covering for my outburst, I feigned surprise at what I was reading, trying to keep my eyes upon the book even though I noticed several passengers, including the two young women in front of me, turn to look at me. 

When I finally reached the apartment, my need was so great that I knew I had to masturbate. But I opened the door and saw my big brother and Master sitting at the table, writing something. 

He looked up at me. "How is my horny baby sister?" he asked sweetly with a smile, a false innocence in his voice. 

"Frustrated!" I closed and locked the door, my frustration so great that I was very nearly ready to debase myself entirely and throw myself at his feet, crying and begging to be permitted to cum. 

Even worse, given that he was already home, I could not really masturbate like I had planned. 

"Come here," he ordered, standing. I set my backpack on the sofa and moved into his embrace, enjoying the feel of his arms around me yet becoming even hornier just from the close proximity. 

Without expecting it, I began to cry. A single tear trickled from my left eye, and the horniness within me was instantly joined by another emotion: shame. My need was so great that I was ashamed of my inability to complete my unusual task without crying, without a silent begging for mercy. 

"You've done well thus far," my big brother whispered to me. "I know you need to cum, and this lengthy period of denial has been really difficult for you, but you need to hold out just a little longer, understood?" 

"Yes." My voice cracked, and the tears came unabated. I sobbed long and hard as my big brother held me, stroking my hair, allowing me to unleash my sexual frustration upon his chest. 

When my tears finally ceased, he lifted my chin to cause me to look up at him, and he kissed away my tears. He sometimes commanded me harshly as my Master, but he always loved me sweetly as my big brother, and both of his roles made me feel more at ease compared to when I had entered the apartment. 



Twins in College Ch. 28



"Please, stop teasing me!" 

My big brother and Master had bought an under-the-mattress restraint system, consisting of a wide strap surrounding the mattress with a pair of D-rings, one on either side of my head. I wore a blindfold as well as the pair of fur-lined wrist cuffs he had bought recently and now used for the first time with a pair of double-end snap hooks to secure my wrist cuffs to the D-rings. 

Otherwise, I was completely nude... and completely frustrated. The pair of vibrating bullets inside me churned at the lowest possible setting, keeping me aroused without permitting me to cum and exponentially increasing the frustration I had felt for weeks. 

All I wanted to do was cum!!! 

My Master simply stood beside the bed, undressing slowly, drawing out the process, smirking at me the entire time and clearly taking great pleasure in my inability to achieve an orgasm on my own. My legs were free, and I tried to rub them together in just the right way to increase the pleasure building within me, yet it was not enough. 

"Master, please!!!" 

My entire body felt hot – not because of the slow rumbling of the two bullets lodged inside me, but because he had finally done it: My Master had succeeded at last in reducing me to whining, begging to be permitted to cum. 

It had been hard, it had been difficult, it had been almost crippling at times to come to terms with my exponentially-growing need, but at last, I had made it through the terrible weeks. 

...and my Master and big brother was mercilessly teasing me!!! 

Instinctively, I was pulling at my bonds, but clearly unable to free my wrists so that I could finger myself to climax. I began to babble incessantly, continually pleading for the orgasm I had so properly earned, debasing myself even more. The bedroom seemed even hotter, yet subconsciously I knew that it was due to my ever-growing embarrassment. 

Then, fully nude, he left me. 

"No! Please! Come make me cum!!!" 

I was ignored, my pleas falling upon deaf ears. It was too much to bear, and as I felt the pool of wetness expanding beneath me, still more wetness seeped from my eyes and trickled down my cheeks. My need was so great that I was shamelessly crying, fighting my bonds vigorously in the process, angry at my forbidden lover for imposing this completely unfair sentence upon me, my need to cum so desperate that I felt like I was crawling through the desert and nearly dead from severe dehydration. 

I was a sobbing, blubbering idiot, stilled and defeated upon the bed, when I felt my big brother sit beside me upon the bed. Opening my tearful eyes, my blurry vision saw him lean forward, and I felt him begin to wash me with a cool, wet washcloth. It was a beautiful, touching, loving moment, an act which helped to calm me and which demonstrated that despite the cruel sentence I had endured, he still cherished and respected me. 

When the washcloth finally was moved over my sex, I moaned aloud, lifting myself to press against the washcloth. Just that simple motion caused sparks of delight to spiral outward from the base of my torso. 

"From now on, whenever we are in private, you are to call me either 'Sir' or 'Master,' is that understood?" 

He held his hand in place, allowing me to hump the cool-but-warming washcloth. My breath and my heartbeat were both quickening, my ears not entirely focusing upon his words. 

"Slave, did you hear me?" 

The "s" word definitely caught my attention. 

"From now on, slave, whenever we are in private, you are to call me either 'Sir' or 'Master,' is that understood?" 

I nodded, not trusting my voice as he pressed his hand a bit harder against my weeping womanhood. 

"Good enough." He retracted his hand and tossed the washcloth onto his desk chair, then removed my wrist cuffs from the snap hooks, allowing me full use of my arms. 

"Go ahead," he said, "make yourself cum." He smiled, warmly and lovingly. "You definitely deserve it." 

My hands had begun working feverishly between my legs when he left the bedroom. I rolled onto my stomach, humping my hands as my fingers toyed with me and plunged into my body. In well under thirty seconds, I was screaming into a pillow, enjoying the first orgasm in weeks, my world was reduced to my body and my voice, as everything else in my life stopped. I was detached from the world as one climax slid into a second into a third. 

When I at last returned to reality, utterly spent yet still incredibly horny, I felt my big brother's hand upon my back, gently stroking along my spine. I needed several minutes to finally calm and recover, during which time I melted under his touch, forgiving him at last for the weeks of denial. 

"On your hands and knees." 

Slowly, I complied, my body not quite wanting to cooperate after such an intense string of orgasms. I rested my forehead on a pillow, looking upside-down down the length of my body. 

...and I was absolutely stunned, for my Master was affixing to me the belly chain with its detachable handcuffs charm – the same belly chain which had been affixed to my bedroom wall since our return from our Valentine's Day mini-vacation in San Francisco. 

"Oh my..." My voice suddenly failed me as tear of joy filled my eyes. 

We made love for the first time as Master and slave, and throughout, once I had found my voice again, I kept repeating "Master!" again and again and again, climaxing twice more before he filled me with his loving essence, claiming me as his, owning me as I had secretly dreamed for months. 

My big brother had been my forbidden lover, and had finally become my Master, and my joy overflowed my eyes for a long, long, long time.



Twins in College Ch. 29



"What do you think of her?" 

My eyes followed the nod of my big brother's head and spotted the out-of-place person in question: a young jogger, perhaps twenty years old at the most, wearing rather short red shorts and a pink t-shirt which had been raggedly sliced off below the breasts so that her taut stomach and lower back were plainly visible. Her long swaying hair was pulled back in a ponytail which sprouted through the hole at the back of her Oakland A's baseball cap. Her breasts were about the same size as mine, providing a nice visual enticement to watch her jog toward and ultimately past us. 

"So, what do you think of her?" 

This was the latest game between me and my Master: commenting on the various young women we saw. We sat at a table by the main window of a Starbucks in San Francisco's financial district, sipping our coffees and watching the people passing by. 

"She's a bit tall," I noted. "It would probably be easier for you to fuck her standing up than it is to fuck me while standing." 

We both grinned at my comment. If anyone sitting near us was listening, they did not react to what I had just said... or to the fact that my Master and I clearly appear to be related by blood. But what was most important is that I could make such a comment without fear that my loving Master actually would fuck another girl. I had no qualms with him admiring other girls, so long as he continued to follow the "look but don't touch" concept. 

...and I knew he would, which is why, between the support post for the table and the window itself, I brushed my ankle against his. He smiled with his eyes as he took another sip of his espresso. 

*****

As we rode BART back to Berkeley, despite all the people we had seen that day, that one particular jogger remained fixed in my mind. I remembered the sculpted leg muscles, the bluish-green eyes darting about to ensure she was not about to run into anyone, the nipples discernable despite her shirt and bra, the reddish-orange coloring at the end of her bouncing jet-black ponytail, the pale lips parted to facilitate her breathing. 

I wanted to see her again - not in my mind, but in the flesh. I wanted to see her completely naked, to compare myself to her, essentially to ensure that I was "better" than her, to assure myself that my big brother and Master would never leave me. 

...not that he was likely to leave me, in actuality, but somehow, there was something about her which made me a little cautious, a little nervous, a little jealous, but I could not quite place my finger on it. 

No one was sitting near us, so when I felt my Master take my hand in his, I did not flinch or withdraw. I welcomed his gentle gesture, especially at that moment, especially given the concerns floating around in my head. Then as he guided my hand over high thigh and to the front of his jeans, I smiled to myself, looking at the growing indentation I was caressing with his guidance. 

All too soon, our stop was announced, and I tried to retract my hand, but he held it against the bulge for a few seconds before releasing me. It was subtle, but it was a silent warning nonetheless: "Do not forget your place, slave. I did not tell you to stop." I nodded meekly, my eyes downcast, my expression solemn. 

As we stepped off the subterranean train, I thought again of the jogger, but I also thought of what had just taken place. I tried to imagine the jogger acquiescing to my Master's whims, tried to imagine her gladly suffering pain for his enjoyment or accepting humiliation in the hopes of receiving carnal pleasure afterward, but I could not. There was simply something about her, something intangible, which told me that she would not willingly submit like that - not to him, not to anyone. 

On the other hand, I had one very important advantage over her: blood. Throughout my dating career, I had been subconsciously looking for someone just like my big brother, and he had simultaneously been subconsciously looking for someone just like me. Once we both realized that the person we each wanted lived under the same roof and breathed the same air, our lives became even more heavily intertwined than for the typical set of twins. 

I could not imagine ever "going back" to a more traditional, socially-acceptable relationship. And as my big brother and Master ascended the stairs to street level, I could not envision him ever "going back," either. 

My Master might look elsewhere on occasion, but he would only ever touch me.  



Twins in College Ch. 30



My big brother had just escorted me home from the video store after the midnight closing. As he sat on my bed and watched me fondly, I took off my shoes and socks, and then removed the skirt. I was just about to remove the t-shirt when he spoke up: 

"Don't. I have an idea. Stay here." 

And with that cryptic statement, I was left on my own, standing in my bedroom wearing a t-shirt, bra, and thong, wondering just what my Master had in mind for me now, yet growing excited from the anticipation. It was an odd moment for an idea to suddenly come to him, especially so late at night, so something about what I was wearing must have triggered a memory. 

A few minutes later, he returned, carrying a single blindfold. "Roll up the bottom of your t-shirt so that your stomach shows," he instructed as he approached me. 

I thought about that for a moment. "Should I knot it instead to make sure it stays in place?" 

"That would be even better." 

As I obeyed, I wondered what his being able to see my stomach had to do with whatever he had in mind. Granted, it made my waist chain visible, and ensured that he could fully see my thong, but beyond those two points, I was a bit confused. Nonetheless, I knotted the front of the t-shirt just below my breasts. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I saw that it made my chest seem a little more prominent, and I assumed that this was exactly what my Master had wanted to see by having me do this. 

"Good," I heard him say, which turned my attention back to him. "Now put this on." 

He handed me the blindfold, and I donned it as instructed. Once it was properly in place, he took me by the hand and led me from my bedroom. He then stopped me, put his hands on my shoulders, and practically spun me in place, turning me around so quickly and for so long that I very quickly became dizzy. If I had been able to see anything, my world would have had a constantly-moving horizon, like being on a boat in the middle of an ocean. But then I was stopped – rather, my body was stopped, but my mind was still spinning – and led elsewhere in our haven of incest, until I was backed into a corner. 

"Sit." I complied, my mind still revolving. 

"Knees up. Spread your legs wide." I obeyed. 

"Put your right hand on your right knee, and slip your left hand inside your thong and play with yourself." 

"Yes, Master." 

I complied, the earlier anticipation having already made me a little wet. I enticed more desire from my body, then brought some of that moisture up to my clitoris, the initial touch causing a soft gasp to escape my lips. 

I could hear my loving Master walk away, leaving me sitting on the floor in a corner with a hand down the front of my thong. For my being in such a compromising position, I had assumed that he would be nearby, watching me, yet I could not even feel the caress of his eyes upon me. But I simply cast that issue aside, focusing instead upon the task quite literally at hand. 

An unknown amount of time passed as I continued to pleasure myself, continued to whimper and gasp and moan softly. 

"My baby sister is such a brazen slut." 

At the sound of his voice, I jumped, startled since I had not heard him return to me. But even as he chuckled at my reaction, my hand continued its work within my thong, continued to draw out more of my growing desire as I rocked against the questing digits. 

The unmistakable sound of a camera shutter startled me again, and for a moment, I felt as if I could not breathe. I was no stranger to my big brother's camera, but it had been quite some time since he had taken any pictures of me – illicit or otherwise – so that particular sound was quite a surprise. He chuckled again, then took several other pictures. 

Now I understood why he had wanted me in this position. I redoubled my efforts, my breaths breathier, my moans moanier, my squeals squealier. My body moved with greater force, greater need, against the fingers which penetrated me, the hand which cupped my sex. And the shutter continued to click, its unmistakable sound seemingly thunderous in my ears. 

Then the repeating sound of the shutter abruptly ceased, but my performance continued. I was breathing faster and louder, my breasts straining against the knotted t-shirt. And before I knew it, I heard a masculine groan, then felt my Master's incestuous love upon me, the white ropes binding me to him, the sticky warmth upon my stomach and forearm and left thigh as he continued to unleash his dominance upon his willing slave. 

"Make yourself cum," I was commanded. 

It did not take much longer for my body to succumb to the throes of ecstasy. Commanded by my Master, especially with his own cum upon me, how could I not comply? 

*****

When I awoke in my Master's bed in the morning, he was sitting at his desk, doing something on the laptop. When he heard me stir, he turned to greet me with a smile, then stood and approached the bed, allowing me to see the screen of the laptop... 

Clearly, he had already uploaded the pictures he had taken, for on his desktop was a wallpaper of me, sitting on the carpeted floor in the corner created by a closed door and an adjacent wall, blindfolded, t-shirt knotted below the straining breasts, my mouth agape, head thrown back, back arched a hand down the front of my dampened thong, knees bent, thighs parted, toes curled, with splatters of white upon my stomach and forearm and left thigh. 

It was quite a surprise to see myself like that, to see myself as my Master had seen me mere hours earlier, especially since I had never heard the shutter after he had coated me with his seed. In a way, it was embarrassing, a compromising picture, but mostly, it was beautiful, sexy, arousing. 

...and I wanted to do it again – for my Master, of course, but especially for me.



Twins in College Ch. 31



In a way, it could well have been any given tender family moment on any given Sunday morning. 

I knelt upon the floor between my big brother's thighs, my hands clasped together in my lap. Leaning back against the sofa, my eyes were closed as my ears focused upon the music of Hamasaki Ayumi. I probably had a slight smile upon my face, for "Bold & Delicious" was definitely one of my favorite songs. 

Slowly, deliberately, my big brother brushed my hair. He took his time, his fingers reveling in the feel of my many strands, his heart being poured into the act. It was such a simple thing, having my hair brushed, especially by him, but it meant so much to me – to us both – that my heart pounded faster than usual, threatening to burst from the love swelling and pulsing within. 

I sighed contentedly, reveling in the feel of the bristles against my scalp, the feel of my big brother's thighs pressed against my arms, the feel of the gentle tugs on my hair. I knew, deep within, that this was where I belonged, even though the sigh reignited a most unusual pair of aches. 

Granted, to an outsider, seeing a big brother slowly brushing his baby sister's hair would not seem at all unusual – especially in large families where the older children are expected to help take care of their much younger siblings, I am fairly certain that such activities take place quite often between an older brother and his younger sister. However, there were several significant differences to the scene we presented to the imagined outsider. 

First, my big brother is indeed older than me... but only by a few minutes. I have absolutely no doubt that he essentially shoved me aside to exit the womb first, asserting his dominance over me even before either of us had taken a single breath on our own. 

Second, kneeling between my big brother's thighs, I was completely naked, fully exposed, just the way he wanted me, and just the way I wanted to be – both for him and even for me. All I wore was the waist chain, the symbol of my submission to my big brother, my forbidden lover, my Master. 

Third, the tugs of my hair did not hurt, but the tugging of my nipples had created a dull ache. Gravity was working quite nicely, pulling the weighted nipple clamps and thus pulling at my breasts, but the pain had become bearable, and even somewhat comforting in conjunction with the tugging and brushing of my hair. 

In addition, my wrists were secured by metal handcuffs, the key on the floor about eighteen inches in front of me. "When you've had enough," my Master had instructed me before starting to brush my hair, "just lean forward and pick up the key, then straighten up and present it to me, and I'll release you from the handcuffs and the nipple clamps. Of course, that will cause the weights to sway and that will almost certainly hurt your succulent nipples even more. The choice is yours, of course, slave." 

An outsider would almost definitely find the scene quite perverse: a beautiful young woman, naked and handcuffed and silently and calmly suffering with a slight smile curling her lips upward, kneeling between her big brother's legs as he brushed her hair on a calm and serene Sunday morning. Most people would not find the scene "normal." Yet to me, and certainly to my big brother and Master, the scene was not just normal – it was actually quite tender, full of love and trust and devotion and respect, allowing us to connect on a deeper level even though I wore the weighted nipple clamps for the very first time and the handcuffs for the first time in several months. 

Setting the brush aside, my big brother and Master leaned forward. Wrapping his arms around my from behind, he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, his fingertips stroking the sides of my breasts, pressing my feminine swells enough to jostle the clamps and reignite the pain torturing my proud nipples. I cried out softly in reaction to the renewed sensations emanating from my chest, but otherwise I did not flinch. 

Such a perverse scene, at least to an outsider, yet I relished it, I craved it. The contrast between the innocence of having my hair brushed and the naughtiness of being bound and hurt by my forbidden lover filled me with an unexpected joy. I wanted to remain there like that for hours, for days, for centuries, suffering both because of and for my loving Master... and not-so-secretly adoring every precious second of the taboo experience. 

In time, he straightened again behind me. Picking up the brush once more, he resumed his previous self-appointed task, and I imagined the proverbial outsider turning crimson from watching our most unusual expression of love. 



Twins in College Ch. 32



We were back at the family home, spending not quite a full week with our parents. 

At least, that was how we justified it to them in making our travel plans. 

We were home for a few days. The best my big brother and I could muster were a few stolen moments here and there, my favorite being the morning when, with our parents both in the kitchen fixing breakfast, my forbidden lover entered my bedroom, pinned my body to the wall beside the open bedroom door, and humped me as he molested my willing body and swallowed my joyous whimpers. 

Fortunately, our parents both recognized just how much my big brother and I wanted to return to our favorite camping spot in the mountains, and graciously allowed us to go spend two days there. I had not expected they would allow it, as we were only visiting our parents for such a relatively short time, returning to California on a Friday so that my big brother and I could both return to our jobs on Saturday. 

As my fraternal twin finished packing the truck on a Tuesday afternoon, my mother caught me packing in my bedroom and gave me some advice: 

"Scream for him, loudly," she said with a wink and a grin. "He will really love that!!!" 

I blushed, profusely. Receiving sex advice from my own mother was incredibly awkward at best, even though she both knew about and definitely approved of the forbidden relationship. But at least I still had one key secret: She did not know that my fraternal twin was also my Master. 

When I finally slid into the truck and sat beside my Master once again, I was full of excitement. My body was practically vibrating with anticipation of our campout and of the illicit adventures we would have. 

And, just as importantly to me, I was looking forward to screaming for him – screaming of my love and my pain for his enjoyment, screaming loud enough to scare away any animals who might be in the area, screaming until I practically lost my voice and did not need a gag to be muted. 

"You're grinning, baby sister," he noted as he started the engine. "Is there something I should know about?" 

"Just looking forward to truly letting go," I admitted, quite aware of the smile upon my face, "unleashing my voice and screaming for you again and again." 

"Hmmm... I think I'd like that!" 

We laughed together for a moment, then began the journey toward our favorite camping spot. 

Once we were out of town, my domination began. 

"Off with the shorts and the thong," my Master commanded. That did not bother me much at all, as no one would be able to see me below the rib cage unless they were in a passing semi. I slipped off my sandals and began to undress as ordered, leaving the shorts and the thong between us on the bench seat. 

I looked at my Master and saw his smile as his eyes glanced over me and confirmed my compliance. 

"Do you like what you see, Master?" I asked in my best possible "innocent little girl" voice, smiling sweetly and batting my eyes. 

"Definitely," he replied, quickly returning his eyes to the pavement before us. "Now, I want you to make yourself wet." 

I maneuvered to lean in the corner created by the door and the back of the seat, my hair being whipped around my face by the wind. A slight concern passed through my mind at doing such naughty things in public, but no one but my big brother and Master could see anything which society dictates must always be hidden from view, so I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and began to finger myself. 

By the time we arrived at the base of the mountain, I had brought myself to the brink of orgasm at least six times, but had disappointedly obeyed my Master's commands and denied myself the release I so desperately craved. It was actually a letdown to don the thong and shorts once more, and that emotion surprised me greatly. 

Perhaps I had a deep-hidden desire to be discovered in a compromising position by strangers. Perhaps I was an exhibitionist at heart. 

*****

The campsite set up, the dinner dishes washed and put away, the bear bag hung, I straddled my Master as I massaged his bare back. We each wore only our swimwear, but I had a strong feeling that even that scant clothing would be shed before nightfall. 

Movement at the edge of my peripheral vision caught my attention, and I slowly turned my head to see a deer, a doe, slowly approaching the stream. She kept an eye on us as she moved cautiously, remaining alert, vigilant. "Deer to your right," I whispered, and my Master slowly turned his head in that direction. 

In a way, it felt like the calm before the storm. We both watched with interest as the doe made her way to the stream, dipped her head, and began to drink. My hands never stopped their work, functioning on auto-pilot as my attention was focused upon the wary creature gracing us with her presence. I wondered if she would return later, if our choice of campsite violated her sense of territory, if she would flee the state once my Master made me scream for him. 

*****

My ass was truly aflame, certainly impressively marked by the thin branch my Master wielded. Tears cascaded down my face, and rough tree bark scratched at my arms and the front of my naked body, for I was secured to the tree with rope linking the D-rings on the wrist cuffs and ensuring that I was continually hugging the tree. 

"I will not stop until you scream for me," he had threatened with his kind, soothing voice. 

I had lost count of how many strikes I had already endured from the thin branch. Ultimately, it did not matter. Either the fiery pain would become so unbearable that I used my safeword, or I would essentially admit defeat and scream loud and long for him. 

As it was, my body was shuddering almost violently in the aftermath of each bite of the thin branch. Each strike added a new line of searing pain to my existence, causing me to grunt loudly through gritted teeth. Even without the bonds, I would almost certainly have been hugging the tree tightly, somehow drawing a meager ray of comfort from its steady strength. 

Watching the doe had been the calm; this was indeed the storm. My tears fell unabated, my heart thundered rapidly, my breathing was rapid and shallow, and I struggled in my bonds even as I firmly held the trunk before me. 

More than anything else, this was a test. My Master was specifically testing my limit with this branch – he had said so before starting to hurt me. Yet, although this was simply a test, the level of pain was unlike anything I had felt before, giving the scene the semblance of a harsh punishment. 

Mentally, I was in turmoil. I could not decide if I could endure any more, yet I did not want to give in and admit defeat, whether via safeword or via scream. 

But then, suddenly, I felt as if I was floating. My body felt detached from my mind. The pain did not seem so bad, and seemed to actually be lessening even though I could still feel the bites of the branch... 

And then, I was laying upon my Master, his hands caressing my sweat-dampened back as a gentle cool breeze wafted over us. My ass still felt ablaze, and I was sniffling between whimpers into his neck. Nighttime enveloped us completely, with only the small campfire providing any light, and even the flames had nearly regressed into smoldering coals. 

It took some time for me to find the strength to lift myself up on my arms and gaze upon the loving face of my big brother and Master. His expression was one of concern laced with desire, and I felt a telltale solidification and lengthening beneath me.  

"I don't remember," I said in barely a whisper, not having truly found my voice yet. "Did I scream? Did I safeword?" 

He shook his head solemnly. "You had taken so much already and had not screamed and hadn't used your safeword, and I was afraid to give you any more so that the markings and the pain will be hopefully gone by the time we return. We don't want our parents to know that I've been purposely hurting you, even with your consent" 

I simply nodded my acceptance of his decision and rested my head upon his shoulder once more, flattening myself upon him. Only his swim trunks prevented a full skin-on-skin sensation. I sighed into his neck, my warm breath reflected back into my face.  

In a way, I was sad, for my limit had not been discovered, and that had been the point of the scene. But in a way, I was sincerely thankful that my Master was so practical, keeping my best interests in mind even when I might hate him for it... such as when he had ordered me to bed on the night before an exam. 

But that was yet another way that my Master, my big brother, my fraternal twin, my confidant, my greatest fan, had definitely earned my heartfelt respect and my undying love. 

*****

In the morning, I was kneeling beside the ashes of the campfire, purifying the water I had just drawn from the stream, when I saw my Master emerge from the tent. He came to me, as naked as the day we were born, and knelt behind me, enveloping me in his loving arms as I finished my self-appointed task. 

We remained like that for several long minutes, enjoying each other's company, listening to the sounds of Nature all around us. I leaned back into my Master's chest, smiling to myself as his hands moved to my chest to fondle my breasts through my bikini bra. 

"What shall we do today, Master?" I finally asked quietly, my hands upon his in a subtle signal for him to squeeze my breasts a little harder. 

"After breakfast and a short swim," he replied in my ear, "I think a hike to the top of the mountain would be in order." 

"That sounds great," I replied. 

His hands began to travel down my torso, leaving me fondling my own breasts, until they reached my waist chain, my "collar." I purposely had not worn the charms on this visit home, so as not to alarm our parents if they were to see the handcuffs charm in particular, but just the fact that I wore the "collar" and the fact that my Master was fingering it reminded me yet again of my place in our forbidden hierarchy. 

"Does your ass still hurt?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice. 

"Only a little," I replied, "more of a slight ache than an actual hurt. But I'm sure I'm still well marked. I can particularly feel it if I sit or if I lay on my back." 

"That's good to know." He gave me a gentle squeeze, then released me and stood, moving to stand in front of me with my face directly in front of his crotch. 

No verbal command was necessary. I looked up at my Master with a sweet smile, then accepted him into my mouth, eagerly anticipating my illicit breakfast. 

*****

The view from the summit was spectacular. We ate in silence, gazing all around us, my Master occasionally taking pictures (and not always pictures of the scenery) with his digital camera. When lunch was finished, we put the trash into the backpack, then we both leaned back against the trunk of the lone tree at the top of the mountain, a tree which clearly had weathered many a literal storm and was too damn stubborn to give way to destiny. 

As my Master held me close and I rested my head upon his shoulder, I smiled to myself, thinking about how the tree was just like us. Clearly, the tree was strong and able to survive on its own despite the many obstacles brought by the weather over the decades. We were strong as well, weathering the norms of society yet still maintaining a solid relationship while simultaneously surviving on our own in our first year away from the nest. 

"A lot has happened in the past year," my big brother noted softly, giving me a gentle squeeze. Once again, the quasi-telepathic link between twins made its presence known. 

"That's true," I responded, stroking his chest directly over his heart. "When we were camping on this mountain last summer, I had both a big brother and a lover, but not a Master." 

I did not need to look at his face to know that he was smiling. 

*****

"That's right, bitch, scream!" 

Between the pain of having my hair pulled so roughly and my body repeatedly filled so rapidly, I continued to scream, my throat feeling raw, my voice beginning to wane. Tears of delight clouded my vision of the flickering flames before me. I clawed at the ground, highly aware of my breasts whipping back and forth beneath me. 

"Master!!!" Then I wailed loud and long as another climax wracked my senses. 

With a triumphant bellow, my Master finally unleashed his white-hot love inside me. Our voices sang a primal duet which seemed appropriately fitting in this location. It was a beautiful song to my ears, but probably sounded eerie and haunting to the residents of this mountainside – after all, they were likely not used to humans, especially two humans fucking viciously in the night. 

As I lay on the ground, attempting to recover both my breath and my voice as our combined love trickled from my well-used body, I felt truly owned, moreso than ever before. I also felt strangely satisfied and sated on a non-sexual level, for I had screamed for my Master at last. 

*****

In the morning, our lovemaking was long and slow and tender, the extreme opposite of what had taken place during the night. Even as we were packing everything for our departure, my body still trembled randomly, as if remembering the passions my big brother and Master had unlocked. 

Once again, it was with great sadness that I left the mountain behind us. Once we were on the highway and he would not need to shift gears for a while, he took my hand in his. That was all the communication we needed, and it helped to bring a smile back to my face. 

*****

After a few more days of brief stolen moments, we were finally on a plane headed back to California. I wanted so desperately to cuddle in my Master's arms, but somehow was able to will myself into waiting until we had at last returned to our apartment.  

As I was unpacking my small suitcase, my Master stepped into my bedroom. In his hand, he held the same thin branch. 

We both smiled as one. 

The pillow certainly received an earful that night.



Twins in College Ch. 33



I was on my back upon the sofa, my head in my Master's lap, his hand gently stroking my hair as we rested in the darkness. We were both fully nude, our combined passions trickling from my body, the scent of our recent lovemaking quite pungent in the air. 

"I think it's time..." he said quietly, then fell silent once more. I kept waiting for him to finish his thought, but he did not for a long time. 

"I think it's time," he finally resumed, "that we take the next step." 

I was not quite sure what he meant. "'Take the next step' and get married?" I asked quietly. "I highly doubt the State of California would allow a sister and brother to marry each other." 

"Actually, I had another 'next step' in mind. I was thinking about us moving to another place." 

We had occasionally discussed this over the previous few months. Our lease would expire before the end of the summer, so we would need to either renew or move. 

I thought about it for a while. "We've made so many memories here," I said honestly, "and in a way, I'd like to stay here. It would make the memories more 'real,' at least to me." 

I could hear my big brother's smile; I could feel it in the way his hand stroked my cheek. "But what about creating new memories... perhaps even 'better' memories? If we could stay in this same neighborhood, would you be interested in potentially moving?" 

We had discussed this issue previously as well: Where would we live if we moved out of the apartment? Certainly, a small house would offer both more space and fewer neighbors in immediate earshot of my impassioned cries. There were apartment buildings within several blocks which offered more amenities, such as a pool and a weight room, but they were also astronomically more expensive even by Bay Area standards. 

"Do you have anything particular in mind?" I wondered aloud. Somehow, it seemed to me that my big brother and Master would not be presenting this scenario for discussion again unless he had a specific reason to do so. 

"Actually, yes," he admitted, the slight laugh in his voice evidence that he had anticipated my question. "There is one small house in particular along the edge of the park which I think would suit us nicely. Two floors plus basement, perhaps an attic as well. Small front porch. Compared to others, there's a little more space between it and the nearby houses. From what I can tell, the immediate neighbors are all students, renting houses or perhaps just rooms in the surrounding houses. It would mean walking an extra three blocks to the BART station every day to get to and from class, but I think it would work well for us." 

I thought about it for a while as I enjoyed the feel of my forbidden lover's hands upon me. I weighed several options, compared various scenarios, thought of the likely financial difference. 

What really weighed somewhat heavily on me was the financial aspect of a move. Our father had paid our entire first year's rent in advance for this apartment; after this lease lapsed, my big brother and I would be fully responsible for rent no matter where we lived. Plus, there would inherently be expenses involved with a move itself, even if just moving a few blocks away. We would also need to consider the time involved – the packing, the physical moving, and the unpacking, as well as informing friends, our respective colleges, and the companies we dealt with about our new address and phone number. 

"Let's go see this house tomorrow," I compromised. "Then we can revisit this issue. Fair enough, big brother?" 

"Fair enough, baby sister." 

I may be the slave, and he may be the Master, but we each knew when our status as siblings held top priority. This was indeed one of those times. 

*****

"I'll admit, I tend to frown upon students of the opposite sex living together here," our potential new landlord said honestly. "But since you two are twin brother and sister, I doubt I'd be seeing much 'drama' between you two... and less drama typically means much less to fix and no disputes over late rent payments. That's why I'm willing to offer the discount to you two." 

We stood on the porch, which was positioned five steps above street level. Across the street was the park, where a young mother was helping her baby boy to take his first steps as another young woman (a sister? a godmother?) watched fondly. Crime was fairly low in the neighborhood, especially around the park due to the many lights at night. 

We had been inside the house itself. There were a washer and dryer in the basement, along with the furnace and the water heater, all in one room; the other room was barren, with the exception of various O-rings sunk into the walls and ceiling. Simply seeing those O-rings had caused my loins to warm and my heart to beat a little faster as I imagined myself secured to them with chain or with rope, unable to protect myself, completely at my Master's whims to endure whatever pain or pleasure he chose to bestow upon me... 

The main floor offered a small kitchen, a small dining room, a small TV room, and a tiny coat closet. Upstairs were two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a pair of hallway closets. The house was already wired for cable in the TV room and in both bedrooms; one phone line was assigned to the house, but there were phone outlets in each bedroom and in the TV room. 

"And if you're willing to help keep the tiny yard looking nice, I'm willing to give you a further discount," she announced. "I keep a push mower and a small can of gas in the tiny shed out back, along with pruning shears and other things to maintain the shrubs and the flowers." 

I nodded imperceptibly to my fraternal twin. "I believe you have a pair of new tenants, Ms. Ovni," he stated proudly. 

Our new landlord smiled. 

*****

Cuddling in my big brother's bed that night, we chatted quietly about our new home... literally, a home. The apartment had been nice, and even with the discounts Ms. Ovni was willing to give us, it would still be a little more expensive than the apartment. However, we both felt positive about the move. In the morning, we would go back for one final look, and sign the lease if it all met with our approval. We could move in whenever we wanted, and she would only charge us a per diem rate to cover a partial month. 

"What did you think of those O-rings in the basement ceiling and walls?" I asked my Master. 

In the dim light emanating from his laptop's screensaver, I noticed his smile. "I was thinking about buying some chain and snap hooks, so you could be secured to the walls or the ceiling, completely vulnerable as I whip you, as I make your beautiful body turn an angry red." 

I felt the wetness begin, and I kissed his cheek. "I would love that, Master." 

He laughed softly. "You do realize," he noted, "that when most people move into a new place, they buy furniture, but we're thinking about buying things to restrain you and hurt you!" 

I buried my face in his neck, laughing with him. "So we're a unique set of twins," I responded. "That's all it means. We're just unique." 

*****

We became more unique in the morning, for that was when my big brother checked the California Lottery Web site and discovered that we were suddenly over $120,000 richer. His habit of buying lottery tickets had paid of at last. 

Not only were we incestuous fraternal twins with a Dom/sub relationship, we were also lottery winners. 

...or, almost. We did not match the Mega Ball, so we did not win the jackpot. 

Still, $120,000 is not something to dismiss very easily. 

Suddenly, paying rent ourselves no longer seemed like such a daunting responsibility. My big brother and I were both smiling as we signed the lease. 

*****

That night, as I knelt beneath his desk and further honed my fellatio skills, my Master visited numerous Web sites, making a list of bondage-related items to buy. I was not permitted to know what he was seeing, what he was considering purchasing, but it did not matter to me. I knew that he would make good choices and always keep my safety in mind. 

I smiled obscenely around his thick length, already imagining myself in various scenarios in the basement of what would soon be our first home together. Knowing how he thought, my Master would rather quickly turn the second room of the basement into a small dungeon. 

Sadly, I had to work at the video store the next day, so I would not be able to accompany my big brother to the East Bay Lottery District office to claim the prize. But that was just as well, for we both planned to continue to keep our part-time jobs, both because $120,000+ is not enough to live on forever, and especially because we wanted to keep ourselves grounded in reality. 

But at the moment, my reality was that my mouth was stuffed with my Master's manhood pressing against the top of my throat as he held my head in place with a single hand and continued his online shopping with his other hand. It was an arousing reality of the kinkiest, most forbidden kind, and I would not have exchanged it for anything else... not even a lottery jackpot. 



Twins in College Ch. 34



For several weeks, I had been honoring a new routine. It was one which meant that I would be hungry for a while, but I still somehow found a gentle pleasure in making my Master's Saturday mornings a little easier for him. 

The first step in the routine was perhaps my favorite: I was to awaken him with oral sex. Given the often-cool air of the Bay Area in the mornings and the fact that we almost always kept the bedroom window at least partially open during the night, it was somewhat difficult for me to draw down the covers and expose my naked body to the chilly air. But, with an eager heart knowing what was to come, I would indeed draw down the covers and slowly caress and kiss my way down my Master's enticing body, my nose filling with his unique scent. Once in position between his thighs, however, I would pull the covers over me as much as possible, then begin my Saturday morning compliance, gently holding his proud manhood between my fingers, suckling slowly at the tip, and ultimately lowering my head, ingesting him slowly, tasting him with my tongue, loving him with my mouth, fondling him with my hands. Between the cool air and the pleasure I was giving him, my Master would moan softly and shudder erotically, signaling his happiness, his desire. But when he had had enough for the moment, he would gently nudge my face away from his crotch, and the first step in the routine would officially end... although I typically would crawl back up his body and ultimately share a few lingering kisses with him before moving to the next step. 

The second step in the routine was for me to fix him breakfast. He never made a specific request; instead, it was my choice what to prepare for his morning meal. However, since I was not permitted to wear anything other than my waist chain – my "collar" – that meant that I could not go out to buy something, like freshly-made donuts or bagels, although I suppose that if I had asked, my Master would have allowed it. So, the choices came down to reheating leftovers or preparing something new; in either case, coffee was to be included, freshly ground from the ample stash we maintained and prepared not with the coffee maker, but with the French press instead ("Coffee made from the French press tastes more 'pure,'" he argued, although I could not really tell the difference). 

Once breakfast was ready, including the coffee, I was to come to the bedroom to inform him of such. If we had slept in his bed during the night, he might be sitting at his desk at this point, checking e-mail or doing something else online; if we had slept in my bed during the night, he was still there, enjoying the warmth of the covers. In either case, while my mind had become accustomed by this point to the cool air in the apartment, my nipples would still be fairly hard, drawing his attention. Having informed him of the status of his morning meal, I would then return to the main room and kneel beside his chair, awaiting him. 

Usually within a few minutes, my Master would appear, wearing at least a robe but sometimes more. He would sit at the table and eat and drink while I knelt upon the floor, my stomach rumbling softly and my mouth watering. With the exception that I was naked and kneeling upon the floor, it could have easily been any typical Saturday morning shared by any given brother and sister, such was the banter that passed between us. On occasion, he might reach a hand down to pat my head as if I was a dog (perhaps I was, as he would occasionally call me his bitch), but otherwise, he left me alone aside from the conversation. 

In the end, when my Master had finished his breakfast, he would instruct me to clear away the dishes and prepare his morning dessert. After kneeling so long, it would be difficult at first for me to stand and move freely again. But soon, his dessert was ready for him: 

Me, on my back upon the table, my sex already a bit wet in anticipation of the culmination. 

By the time the Saturday morning routine had ended, I still would not have eaten, but I would have been eaten quite expertly, thoughts of food pushed far from my mind. 



Twins in College Ch. 35



My big brother and I had agreed that Sunday would be a day I submitted to him. "Twenty-four hours," he had informed me. "Twenty-four hours in which you are no longer my baby sister and I am no longer your big brother. Understood?" 

"Yes, Master," I had replied quietly, hoping that none of the other BART passengers could hear my response. With a smile, I added, "I'm looking forward to it already!" 

*****

It began at midnight. Actually, it began well before midnight. 

Per my big brother's request, I was to be wearing nothing underneath my skirt at midnight when he came to the video store to escort me home. So, in order to comply with the order, that is how I went to work that night: skirt, no thong. It reminded me of the Valentine's Day mini-vacation in Little Tokyo, when I had been his slave during our trip, when I had been required to go outside wearing a skirt but no thong. But while I was a little concerned that someone might look up my skirt if I needed to walk up the stairs to the second floor of the video store, I felt much more at ease this time about being pantyless – or, more specifically, thongless – in public. 

Shortly after midnight, while I was (appropriately) restocking the adult section, my Master stepped past the curtain and grinned at me. I knew he was wondering if I had followed his orders, so I stepped over one aisle so that I would not be seen if someone else stepped past the curtain, then briefly lifted my skirt long enough for my Master to be assured that I had indeed obeyed him. He simply winked, and soon stepped back into the main area of the store. 

I was the last employee to leave, which meant my Master and I were alone for a few minutes in the video store. Just as we were about to leave through the back door, he suddenly grabbed my arm, turned me quickly, backed me hard against the door, and began assaulting me with his hands and his mouth. He swallowed my squeals and my groans as he molested me, and I eagerly gave myself over to him, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with me, to me. He pressed a knee between my thighs, and I clutched him tightly as I slid back and forth upon his knee like a shameless harlot trying to entice a potential customer into paying more. 

Then, just as suddenly, the much-welcomed molestation was over. I was breathless as we stepped out of the store and I locked the back door. Then, arm-in-arm, we headed back to the apartment, back to our refuge from the world, and into my submission proper. 

"One hard-set rule for your twenty-four hours of submission," my Master informed me as we neared our apartment building. "You will wear at most only a thong and a collar, unless we decide to go out somewhere. Understand?" 

"Yes, Sir," I replied, trying to hide a smile, "I understand." 

Once in the apartment, my Master had not yet even closed the door when he ordered: "Strip." 

I quickly complied. Jacket, t-shirt, skirt, bra, shoes, socks – all my clothes were tossed aside and I stood before my Master, wearing only my waist chain. The entire time, he had stood leaning back against the door, his arms folded across his chest, his face nearly expressionless – with the exception of his eyes, sparkling brilliantly, filled with admiration and love. 

"To your knees." 

I knelt before him, looking up at him, smiling, trying to give him by best "innocent little girl" expression... although it certainly was not convincing given that a true innocent little girl would never be naked in front of her big brother. By instinct, I reached out to him, stroked his thighs through his jeans, but then he took my hands in his and pushed my hands away. 

"Make yourself cum," he instructed me. 

For a moment, I actually felt self-conscious and shy about masturbating for him. Rarely had I masturbated at all since my big brother and I had begun living together, as he was very, very diligent about taking care of my sexual needs. Yet, somehow, I was able to lick my fingers and move a hand between my thighs and a hand to my chest, starting the climb toward the peak of sexuality. 

Slowly, he dropped to his knees before me. "Don't stop," he ordered, lifting my chin with his fingertips. We gazed into each other's eyes, and my heart melted, the action of my hands faltering for just a moment, but he did not seem to notice. Leaning forward, he kissed me, directly between the eyes, his tongue just barely brushing against the bridge of my nose. Somehow, it was a catalyst, causing my hands to move a little faster, to stroke with a little more pressure. 

I was surprised when my Master's other hand brushed against mine, but then not at all surprised when two of his fingers slipped up inside me as his eyes held mine captive once more. He smiled at my gasp of delight, his eyes narrowing as a devious thought passed through his incestuous mind. His fingers moved slowly inside me as I worked at my clitoris, our eyes remaining locked together until, at last, I closed my eyes and gave a not-so-quiet unladylike groan from our combined actions at the base of my torso. 

Faster and faster our hands moved. He released my chin and brushed the hair away from my face, kissing my cheek as his fingers continued to rise into me. Then he withdrew from me, my body instantly crying at the lack of tactile contact with my loving Dominant, but I figured that he was not truly about to leave me. 

I was right. After crawling around me, my Master knelt behind me, clutching me tightly as my hands worked at my sex and my chest, causing me to finally slip over the edge and plunge into carnal bliss. "Don't stop... Keep cumming... Cum all you want..." His supportive words in my ear prolonged and renewed my orgasm, his presence making the experience more intense, more meaningful. And when it ultimately ended, as I slowly calmed and basked in the afterglow of my self-love, I felt my Master's love surrounding me as his hands caressed me, comforted me. 

"I hope you enjoyed that cum," I heard softly in my ear, the familiar voice seeming distant, "because you won't cum again for quite some time." 

"Yes, Master." 

The scent of my sexuality seemed particularly pungent to my nose, adding to the headiness of the experience. The warmth and closeness of my Master made me feel loved and desired. The wetness trickling from my body made me feel incredibly naughty. And I cherished it all. 

*****

I awoke in the middle of the night, naked as usual for sleeping. As if in a dream – likely because I was trapped in that hazy neverland between slumber and consciousness – I thought I heard the all-too-familiar male voice in my ear whispering: "Suck me." 

I had no idea what time it was. I only knew that it was still quite dark, nary a hint of daylight gracing the bedroom. Yet, somehow, my body moved of its own accord, without any conscious acts instigated by my brain, pushing aside the covers and moving into position to comply with the softly-spoken command. 

Without a doubt, it was far from the best fellation I had ever given. I never truly awoke, thus I had no chance to truly put my heart into my Master's gratification. He must have sensed it, because, much too soon for him to even come close to filling my mouth with his seed, he whispered simply, "That's enough for now," and tugged at my hair to compel me to again lay beside him. 

He pulled the covers back over us both, draped an arm over me and cupped a breast, and kissed the back of my head. My Master squeezed my breast gently, and then I was lost to slumber. 

*****

I awoke to my Master's kiss upon my lips. It took a few moments for my mind to truly return to full consciousness, but when it did, I began to eagerly return the kiss, my hands holding my Master's head in place above mine. 

After the kiss, we simply held each other close, our naked bodies pressed snugly together underneath the covers, as was likely happening in countless other bedrooms across the Bay Area on that Sunday morning. Nothing needed to be said, so nothing was said – our communication was tactile, and even that was more than enough to remind each other of the deep love and respect and devotion which formed the foundation of our unique relationship. 

But, eventually, his stomach rumbled, and just as we both began to giggle over that unexpected sound breaking the solemn quiet of our cuddle, my stomach responded in kind. 

"Time for breakfast," my Master noted. "Why don't you go fix some scrambled eggs for us." The question issued like a command was a not-so-subtle reminder that for the day, I was his slave, to do as he ordered, to endure as he willed. "And put on one of your black thongs," he added as I rose reluctantly from the warm bed. 

Wearing only the thong and my waist chain, I was soon fixing breakfast. I was barefoot and in the kitchen, but certainly – and fortunately – not pregnant... certainly the way my Master – and my big brother – wanted me. 

Just as I was adding some diced ham to the eggs, he came into the kitchen and stepped up behind me. I did not need to see it to know what he was placing around my neck: the thin "Baby"-emblazoned collar. Then he wrapped his arms around my middle, pressing himself against my backside, and I noted happily that he wore only briefs, so that he was just as exposed as I was... although his chest was certainly not quite as socially interesting as mine. 

"My baby sister and my loving slave," he whispered into my ear before sucking gently at the lobe. That I could fulfill both roles for him filled me with pride; that he could fulfill both complimentary roles for me filled me with desire. 

After breakfast, my Master wanted something I did not expect: a bath. Specifically, he wanted me to bathe him. So, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, I did. I took my time in bathing him as we chatted quietly. And when he finally rose up from the warm water, I dried him thoroughly, taking my time, ensuring his pleasure from the mundane act, and ultimately I helped him into his own thong, the same one he last wore during our Valentine's Day mini-vacation. 

After that, we each spent time on our own preparing for the day; all that was "neglected" was the clothing. And when I was ready at last, I found my Master standing at the table, with several coils of white rope before him. 

I knew what was in store for me next, and grinned in anticipation. The only questions were how he would apply the ropes to me, and whether I would be bound to something. 

"Let's start simple," he said. Shortly afterward, I stood before my Master with my forearms lashed together behind my back. The position inherently caused my chest to be forced forward a little, and from the glances I noticed, he certainly appreciated the "extra view." Then he stepped up to me, his arms encircling my waist, and we kissed. It was a slow, respectful kiss, yet it was also a frustrating kiss in a way, because I could not return his gentle touches. 

Additional rope was wound around my upper torso, framing my breasts nicely. My Master made sure to pull the rope up as much as possible into the soft undersides, a simple act which carried such significant meaning in a way, making me even more aware of my femininity. Once he had tied the ends of the rope in place, he took another rope of a much shorter length and used it to link the upper and lower bounds between my breasts, somewhat cinching them together. The confinement of the most visible signs of my sex made my sex feel warm and damp, and I smiled shyly as my Master tied the ends of the rope into a bow, as if my chest was a gift to be presented to a lucky recipient. 

"Kneel." 

I obeyed, purposefully being careful since I did not have the use of my hands and arms to brace me as I descended to the floor. 

"Such expressive eyes," he commented as he took my chin in his hand and tipped my head upward. "But perhaps I can turn those into jealous eyes." 

As I knelt by the table, my Master moved toward the small TV cart. He turned on the TV, turned on the DVD player, and picked up the remote before returning to me. Kneeling behind me, he pressed Play on the remote, then set the controller down beside us and enveloped me in his arms. 

It was an adult DVD. After displaying the title on the screen for about five seconds, the action began. No impractical set-up, no foreplay – just straight to the fucking, with the camera on the floor underneath a Japanese babe's face as she was being taken roughly from behind. Scene after scene after scene passed in rapid succession, with one female body after another being plundered for the view of the unblinking eye. As the DVD played, my Master played with my body – sometimes pinching me, sometimes fondling me, sometimes biting me, sometimes fingering me, sometimes slapping me, always adoring me – raising my arousal and maintaining it at such a high level that my grunts and whimpers and moans essentially echoed those of the young women being reamed on the screen. 

Without warning, my Master fiercely grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, instantly causing my body to arch, a yelp of surprised pain escaping my lips. "Cum, bitch, and you'll regret it!!!" he growled into my ear, slapping my right breast one more time to punctuate his warning. 

And suddenly, I was bent forward, my face buried in the carpet, the wet crotch of my thong pulled aside. I shrieked from the forcefulness of his entry, from the sensation of being made so full so quickly. I cried out again and again as my Master rutted into me, pummeling my body hard and fast, clearly using me for his own pleasure, ultimately pouring his love inside me and filling my soul, then withdrawing and ordering me to kneel anew despite the painfulness of the position, making me watch for nearly another hour as one young woman after another was shown and heard succumbing to the delirium of primal pleasure, ensuring my sexual frustration as drops of white trickled onto the carpet beneath me. 

"Such expressive, jealous eyes," my Master commented, gazing into my soul once the DVD had ended. 

"Please, Master," I pleaded softly, knowing that was exactly what he wanted to hear. "Please..." 

"You can't cum yet," he stated matter-of-factly. "It's not even lunchtime yet, and you're already begging. I like that!" 

I could not help myself: I wailed sadly, wanting to cum not just for my own gratification, but also to show my desire, my love, for him, my big brother and my Master, so that he could once again see what no one else had ever witnessed.  

*****

By the time the rope marks on my arms had faded, it was time for lunch, and we agreed to go to a small, nearby Chinese restaurant. I was not surprised when my Master informed me that I was to wear a skirt with nothing underneath; the rest of the outfit I could pick for myself. 

The walk to the restaurant was not nearly as disturbing as the first time I had gone outside pantyless. Of course, this time, there was no wind, and it was also much warmer being mid-day in summer. There were few people out and about, since most of the students were gone, although one guy who passed us on the sidewalk did seem to be starting continually at my chest, making me wonder if my erect nipples were tenting my bra and tight ribbed tank top. 

I received plenty of second and third and fourth glances at the restaurant, as I was still wearing the "Baby"-emblazoned collar. Had these people never before seen a slave wear a collar in public!?!?! I had to smile to myself as I wondered how these same people would react if the rope marks were still visible upon my arms. 

On the way back to the apartment, we stopped by the house we would soon be able to call our home. Ms. Ovni had given us the keys already, even though we were not yet about to move in and actually live there, so we had easy access. 

Once inside, as soon as the front door was closed, I was backed against the wall of the short entry corridor, my hands pinned above my head as my Master kissed me slowly, pressing his lengthening erection to me. Things progressed to the point where he was truly molesting me, using his tongue to rape my mouth, causing my body to drip and my heart to beat so hard and fast that it was ready to leap from within my chest into his. And when he finally dropped a hand to lift my skirt and pressed his knee against my weeping womanhood, I went over the edge, riding him, smearing my desire all over the denim he wore, gasping and squealing and clutching him as he continued to possess me with his hands... 

Then he suddenly backed away from me and moved toward the stairs. "Crawl!" he barked over his shoulder at me, clearly expecting me to follow him. I was hot and bothered, and all I wanted was to be able to cum for him, but after a few seconds, my trembling body descended to the floor and began to crawl toward the staircase, my clothing somehow feeling quite constricting. 

There were two bedrooms upstairs, one a little larger than the other. "This one's mine," he said flatly as if it was already a well-established fact published in an encyclopedia. I did not argue – after all, it seemed fitting that a Master in this situation would take the larger bedroom while the slave was resigned to the smaller bedroom. 

...if she was to be granted a bedroom at all. She could have been ordered to live in a cage in the basement instead. 

Both bedrooms were larger than the ones we currently had at the apartment, but both smaller than our bedrooms back east at our parents' house. As I waited on hands and knees at my Master's feet, I tried to imagine how his bedroom might be arranged and decorated, tried to imagine how it would feel to wake up here for the first time with a different set of four walls surrounding us. 

"I just realized something," he noted aloud, dragging me away from my thoughts. "You're spending a lot of time on your knees today." 

"Yes, Sir," I responded simply, still feeling somewhat breathless from the molestation and knee-invoked pleasure I had endured downstairs. 

A few moments later, we went to what was to be my bedroom. Again, I tried to imagine what it would be like to wake up here with different walls around us. 

Yet, instead of a futon or a true bed, I could only picture myself awakening in a small cage, curled up into a tight ball, naked save for my waist chain, shivering slightly in the cool morning air, locked within the metal confines as punishment. 

"Stand and follow." 

My Master turned and left the smaller bedroom, heading for the staircase. Carefully, I rose to my feet, then followed as ordered, my knees protesting a little. As I had suspected, my Master led me down to the basement, into the second room, the room which would almost certainly soon become our dedicated BDSM playroom. 

"I want you topless, then hand me your bra." 

With his arms folded across his chest, my Master watched me closely as I slowly removed my t-shirt and tossed it on the floor at his feet. I then removed my bra and handed it to him, wondering just what he had in mind. 

"On your hands and knees." 

Once again, I was on the floor, the cement floor chilling my hands and my knees. At his gesture, I crossed the foot or so of space between us and unzipped his jeans and carefully withdrew the forbidden phallus. Already half-erect, his manhood swelled to fullness within my mouth. 

"Use a hand to play with yourself." 

I did, continuing to pleasure my Master as I pleasured myself. His taste was wonderful, his scent intoxicating, his feel in my mouth thrilling. As I worked, his hands cradled my head, his fingers toyed with my hair, his love tangibly surrounded me like a cocoon, my bra always held against my face. And when he was ready, he shoved me away, walked around behind me, dropped to his knees, lifted my skirt, and once again took his pleasure from my willing, dripping, sisterly body, taking me hard and fast as I cried out loudly and clawed at the cement. 




Twins in College Ch. 36



"Okay. Bye." 

That was indeed odd to hear as I opened the door to the apartment. Rarely would anyone other than our parents call us, and that was usually on Sundays, but it was a Tuesday morning and I was returning with the bagels my big brother and Master wanted for breakfast. 

"Who called?" I asked, closing and locking the door behind me. 

"That was Mom. She wants to come see us." 

"Oh? When?" 

"Saturday." 

That surprised me. Why would she want to come visit us all of a sudden... and especially on our moving day? 

"Aunt Justine in Seattle is having surgery early Monday morning," my big brother explained. "So Mom thought she would come visit us on the way there, then fly up to see her sister and help out with the kids during and after the surgery." 

"Oh." I went to the kitchen to prepare the bagels and start the coffee. But it still did not make much sense, especially since she knew that we would be moving on Saturday. 

"She plans to fly in late Friday afternoon, get a hotel nearby, help us move Saturday morning, and then fly on to Seattle Saturday afternoon." 

I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. At least our mother would not be insisting on staying with us, thwarting our final night in the apartment which had been so good to us. 

"Given that she's family, it'll be strange knowing she's in a hotel," my big brother said, "but it will at least allow us to truly enjoy our final night in this apartment." 

I smiled to myself. Once again, the telepathic link between twins had manifested itself. 

*****

Walking back from our mother's hotel, I felt something I had not expected: sadness. All of a sudden, it dawned on me that my big brother and I were about to leave the place which had provided us with so many memories, the place which had become more of a love shack than an apartment. 

And, sadly, it was our final night. 

But then, that gave me an idea. 

"Go sit on the sofa," I suggested as we finally entered the apartment. "Please your loving slave to entertain you, Master." 

"Sounds like a good idea," he replied with a smile. He pulled me close for a kiss, then released me so I could disappear into my bedroom and prepare. 

I worked quickly: shedding my clothes, locating "Love Shack" on my hard drive and burning it to CD, retrieving my rarely-used vibrator and ensuring that the batteries were functional, and quickly putting on the black mesh crotchless teddy I had bought with the first paycheck from the video store. 

When I returned to the living room, the lights were all off, with a trio of candles casting their glow. Although he had taken off his shoes, my Master leaned back on the sofa, smiling as he watched me, his eyes glittering as he noticed the vibrator in my hand. 

I went to the CD player, which we had not yet boxed for the move, and put in the disc and set the playback for single-song auto-repeat. Then I set the vibrator on the floor and stood. 

As "Love Shack" began to play, I began to dance. It had been a long time since I had done any vertical dancing, but I could tell from the smile and look of appreciation upon my Master's face that I had not lost any of my moves. While the choice of music was intentional, I was very quickly in a zone – the lyrics were a blur in my mind, as was the rhythm, for all I could sense was that, somehow, my movements were one with the music, my body essentially moving not of its own accord, but of the music's accord. 

Only when I felt the vibrator rising into my dripping body did I realize that I was on my knees, apparently having fingered myself during the dance given how wet I was already between my thighs. I wailed as I penetrated myself with the rumbling, fake phallus, my vision clearing just enough through the haze of music and sex to spy my big brother truly enjoying my lewd display, his manhood standing tall and proud through the zipper of his jeans, his hand stroking firmly yet slowly, his lips parted, his eyes fixated upon the base of my sisterly torso. 

I have no idea how many times "Love Shack" had played to that point. I only know that my body continued to move to the music as I used both hands to fuck myself with the rumbling vibrator. My voice drowned out the lyrics, my heartbeat took over for the rhythm, and I ultimately succumbed to a climax so powerful that my mouth opened wide in a voiceless scream and stars filled my clouded vision. 

I may have passed out momentarily, for my next recollection was of being on my back, the forbidden phallus rutting into me, my big brother's growls filling my ears. The churning vibrator still held firmly in my hand, I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders, my body meeting his every possessive thrust, my heart ready to burst forth from between my whiplashing breasts, my voice joining his in a primal duet unlike any we had sung before, and then my soul was battered with unending torrents of incestuous love, my ears filled with possessive proclamations, my body and my voice responding in kind. 

It was deep, deep into the night when I finally awoke, still underneath my Master's body upon the floor, although he was unfortunately no longer inside me. He slept soundly upon me, still fully clothed, his manhood pressed against my right thigh. I was still officially "fully clothed" as well, but thanks to the crotchless nature of the teddy, I was well sated, my belly full of my domineering twin's desire for me. 

For a moment, I thought back to our mother's revelation to me during our Spring Break visit. I thought as well about her advice to me just before my big brother and I had gone camping earlier in the summer. And for a few moments, I wondered what she would think if she knew of the way we had "celebrated" our final night in the apartment. 

Only then did I realize that "Love Shack" was no longer playing. Looking around, I saw that none of the electronics – the TV, the DVD player, the VCR, the PlayStation2 console – seemed to be functioning. I could not hear the low hum of the refrigerator. Clearly, a power outage had befallen the neighborhood. That was likely the only reason we had fallen asleep, for the music otherwise would certainly have kept us awake despite the satisfied post-copulatory fatigue. 

The sadness returned as I gently awoke my Master and twin and lover. Slowly, we made our way to our bedrooms to properly prepare for sleep, for Moving Day would begin with sunrise. 

*****

Fortunately, our mother did not say anything about the scent of sex still lingering in the air when she arrived. Then again, I am certain that she took a hotel instead of insisting on staying with us overnight specifically so that my big brother and I could fully enjoy our final night in the apartment. 

At 7:00AM, my big brother left to go get the rental truck. If all went according to plan, we could move everything in two trips, and have the rental truck back by 2:00PM at the latest. During the week, since we already had the keys to the house, we had taken over a few things here and there, reducing the amount of time required for the actual move itself. 

To my surprise, our mother did not ask about the forbidden relationship. She simply helped to finish boxing various things and made small talk as we worked. She did leave us about Noon, however, so that she could take BART back to Oakland International Airport and continue on her way to Seattle, but by that time, we were very nearly done with the move, unloading the last of the boxes from the rental truck and stacking them in the living room of the house. 

While my big brother returned the rental truck, I returned to the apartment, primarily to make one final check to assure myself that we had truly removed everything which belonged to us. Slowly, I opened every cupboard and door, looking for anything which we may have missed, but finding nothing. 

Ultimately, I sat on the floor where the sofa had been, and I leaned back against the wall. The sadness washed over me once again. So many memories... 

"Those," I recalled a real estate agent saying in a recent Century 21 commercial, "you get to take with you." 

That brought a small smile to my face and lifted my heavy heart a bit. It seemed so strange to me that I had lived in this apartment for not quite a full calendar year, yet I felt such a strong, intimate connection with it. 

I stood and made my way to the narrow balcony for the final time, enjoying the cool breeze. A few moments later, I glanced down at the sidewalk to see my big brother approaching the building, his eyes clearly upon me. Yet even in my consuming sadness, I still felt a little "guilty" that I was not wearing a skirt to give him a peek at my thong, and that "guilt" made me smile and oddly lifted my spirits. 

I met my big brother as he entered the apartment. Nothing was said as we simply held each other for a long, long time, each of us thinking back on the memories we had made and shared here. It was only when his stomach growled a little loudly that we knew our time in the apartment was done. 

Our neighbor Valerie was gone on two weeks of vacation visiting family and friends; she and I had said goodbye before her departure. So there was no reason to linger in the apartment, in the building. Reluctantly stepping from my big brother's arms, I gave the barren living room one final look, then moved toward the door. 

"Wait." He moved around me and opened the door, then turned to me and, to my surprise, picked me up in his strong arms. When we had been alone for the first time when we moved in, he had carried me into the apartment as my big brother and my forbidden lover. Now, he was carrying me out of the apartment as my big brother and my forbidden lover and my caring Master. 

Then he set me down, and closed and locked the door with sounds of finality. 

*****

Following lunch at a nearby Subway, we returned to the house. We stood on the sidewalk for a few moments, simply admiring it, simply wondering what memories would be created within its walls. 

"It's not the same as the apartment," I said softly, still feeling a twinge of sadness from "losing" our former dwelling. 

"No, it isn't," my big brother agreed. "Actually, it's better." 

Slowly, we made our way up the few steps to the porch, and then he opened the door. This time, my big brother, my forbidden lover, and my Master carried me inside. He set me down and closed the door before kissing me, his hands cradling my face, and, somehow, the sadness I had been carrying within me evaporated like the morning dew, allowing me to respond to him in kind, allowing me to once again assume my subservient role as his hands and his tongue began to possess me, consume me. 

Contrary to our plans for the afternoon, no unpacking was done. On the floor of the short entry corridor, we loved each other for several hours instead, repeatedly bringing each other to the brink of ecstasy and denying each other that exquisite pleasure until, finally, a sweet orgasm overtook me, my teeth sinking into his shoulders as I bucked violently from the force of the many turbulent tsunamis surging through my trembling body. Shortly afterward, his warm, gooey love was splattered across my face and in my hair, his body shuddering powerfully as I stroked every last drop of his desire from him. 

And there I lay, trembling from the aftershocks of our lovemaking, until it was time for me to get ready for my usual Saturday night closing shift at the video store. It was a very interesting memory of the first hours spent in our new house, our true "love shack." 

*****

It was well after midnight when my big brother escorted me from the video store to the house. To my surprise, there were still people in the park across the street, and they appeared to be playing a card game at one of the picnic tables. The neighborhood itself was relatively quiet – some soft music coming from an open window of a nearby house, and a college-age guy riding by on bike. The serenity was nice, although I knew that once classes began again at the universities and the colleges in the Bay Area, the neighborhood would no longer be as quiet. 

Once in the house, there were fewer boxes to be found. While I had been at work, my big brother had set up the television, VCR, DVD player, and gaming console. ("I took a break and did some racing at Road America," he admitted later, although he did not say which game he had played to race at Road America.) The refrigerator had a little more food in it, so he had gone to an area convenience store as well and bought a few items. The curtains we had bought were all hung, which I was certain had not been too easy to do by himself. 

I yawned, fatigued from the move and from the job. "Want to go to bed now and deal with the rest of this stuff in the morning?" he asked. 

"Yes," I replied, "and it already is morning." 

"Okay," he replied, "but you're not going to bed per se." 

That was the signal which transitioned us from a brother/sister relationship to a Master/slave relationship, and that transition caused my mind to awaken. "What did you have in mind?" 

"You'll see," he replied with narrowed eyes and a small grin. 

He was right. I did not go to bed that night. 

Instead, I was ordered to drag one of the futon mattresses down to the basement playroom. That did not surprise me much, as I had suspected that we would spend our first night sleeping in our playroom. What definitely did surprise me, however, was that the mattress was for my Master alone. 

I was not even permitted to sleep on the floor. Instead, I was backed against a wall, new leather cuffs added to my wrists, and secured by short ropes to nearby bolts in the wall. The addition of a blindfold made my naked body suddenly feel exposed. I felt extremely vulnerable when I heard my Master part the curtains on the playroom windows, even though the lights had by then been turned off and it would have been virtually impossible for anyone outside to see me. 

I did not sleep much on our first night in the house. However, despite my fatigue when I was released at daybreak and permitted to sleep upon the mattress while my Master lovingly massaged my backside with my favorite herbal oil, I would not have had it any other way. 

For the first time, the house truly felt like a home. 



Twins in College Ch. 37



I awoke during the night to the soft sounds of my big brother and Master typing resolutely at his laptop. Certainly, it was unusual for him to be working at his laptop so late at night, especially given that this was still summer vacation. From the body language, he was quite intent on whatever it was that he was doing, and if he heard me roll over in his bed, he did not visibly react. 

Through my half-open eyelids, I watched my Master for a few moments. He was the embodiment of work, typing with the intensity and the desire of a professional concert pianist, each hand moving with a purpose, each finger performing its intended duty with both precision and grace. Even in those few times when he needed to backspace to remedy a typing error, the movement was fluid, the sound lyrical. 

As my eyes began to close at last and I drew the covers tightly around my naked form, my mind began to drift, wander, dream, fantasize... 

I was the laptop, my keys repeatedly and rapidly struck in a semi-rhythmic manner which was both jolting and massaging. My many keys each bore the unique fingerprints of the ten tantalizing instruments of my painful pleasure. Each teasing touch caused me to gasp in soft, sharp, staccato tones while displaying my myriad reactions upon my glorious screen. As time passed and he continued on and on and on with his important work, I was joltingly massaged faster and faster and faster, harder and harder and harder, my staccato gasps sounding louder and louder and louder in the darkened bedroom. One stroke at a time, one strike at a time, my vast memory filled slowly, cataloguing every minute detail of every wonderful sensation, retaining it all and filing it away to relive at some point in the future. I did not know or even care about why; I simply accepted the intricate attentions of the one person who possessed me, used me, owned me. 

The attentions ceased abruptly. 

No, they did not cease. They only hesitated, for soon I was being slowly penetrated by a round, large disc; I was being accessed by a means no one but my Owner had ever been permitted to use. I was very quickly filled, and very quickly, my insides were churning in a most exquisite manner, causing me to hum and whine softly in response to the action taking place well within me, warming me in an arousing manner. 

The strikes and the strokes resumed moments later, and I was ecstatic!!! Penetrated to the extent that I could consume no more, my keys rapidly jolted but yet lovingly massaged, whimpers and hums escaping me involuntarily as I slowly radiated an inhuman heat, I was at the climax of my existence, eagerly serving the purpose for which I had been created: an object to be possessed and used by my Owner wherever and whenever and however he saw fit, even though I somehow instinctively knew that it was 3:47:08AM Pacific Daylight Time and my Owner should thus be asleep in his bed, the very same bed where his beautiful, adoring, naked slave awaited him patiently, awaited his loving attentions. 

My screen filled with an orgy of reactions to my Owner's ministrations, I fully accepted the continual caresses, the never-ending battery, the perpetual churning inside me. I completely surrendered myself to him, my Owner, until at last he stopped abruptly. 

No – fortunately, he did not stop. He simply pressed a fingertip to my "V" key and held it there, not truly pressing the key, but simply fingering me, his fingertip slowly sliding back and forth across the surface, absently, as he considered the myriad reactions beaming proudly from my glowing screen. More than anything else, this small, simple act teased me, causing me to yearn for more, making me want to beg to be touched more forcefully... 

With a single heartbeat, I was human. I was a very willing slave, a young sister acquiescing to the incestuous love generated by the gentle fingering of her throbbing clitoris and the adoring gaze of her minutes-older Master. 

"Be still, slave," he threatened quietly yet sternly, his voice carrying the delicious promise of agonizing pain if I did not comply immediately. "You are nothing but an object, and an object does not move." 

I stopped writhing against the moving finger, eagerly accepting this late-night granting of pleasure. I remained as inert as a laptop, my face beaming with an orgy of reactions to my Owner's purposeful ministrations... 



Twins in College Ch. 38



I was pressed with my back against the wall, my hair and my bra the only things even attempting to thwart the coolness of the wall from permeating my heated skin. 

My feet were well off the ground, wrapped tightly around my big brother's waist as he stood before me. His chest held me to the wall, making me his own personal pin-up girl. His hands cupped my ass nicely, his long fingers curling into my soft flesh to further support me, to better ensure that I did not unceremoniously fall to the floor. 

"Master!" I cried out due to habit, even though he was not dominating me at the moment. He was purely my forbidden lover, repeatedly impaling my hungry sex with his meaty manhood. Yet hearing his illicit title seemed to be a catalyst, inspiring him to drive himself ever deeper into my sisterly body. 

How I wished that I was not wearing a bra, that I was fully naked. Although it would have been an awkward position for him, I wanted – needed – to feel his teeth closing around one of my nipples, closing and tugging as he suckled the surrounding feminine flesh and battered the small sensitive protrusion with his expert tongue. 

Instead, I was being crushed into the wall, my big brother repeatedly forcing himself ever further into my all-too-willing body, increasing the pleasure which was growing exponentially deep within me. 

"Oh fuck!!!" I clung tightly to him, my arms wrapped fiercely around his strong shoulders – for more than nineteen years, the very same shoulders upon which I had cried away my sadness and pains, the very same shoulders upon which I had rested my weary head, the very same shoulders upon which I had deposited my concerns and my fears, and the very same shoulders were supporting me yet again, giving me something upon which to anchor myself through the timeless and turbulent dance of two destined lovers. 

His breath was hot against my neck and shoulders as he continued to rut into me. His moans of desire and his groans of restraint touched my heart. 

Imperceptibly, I attempted to open my legs even further for him, to allow my big brother even greater access to my illicit charms, but my thighs instead suddenly clamped even more tightly around his waist again, trapping him within a human vice as I succumbed to a tumultuous climax, wailing unabashedly, clawing at the supportive shoulders as a bonfire roared inside me and multiple bright solar flares obscured my vision. Suddenly stilling himself as he impaled me fully, using my body as a well-lubricated sheath for his fleshy sword, he grunted repeatedly and loudly – louder than I had ever heard before from him, his voice thunderous in my ear – as he attempted to ride out my all-consuming orgasm, as my body bucked and twisted as much as possible in the precious lack of space between his chest and the wall. 

As I slowly calmed, the vice grip of my thighs lessened, and I was ultimately standing on my own feet once more. My legs shaky, I was thankful to still be pinned to the wall, otherwise I would likely have collapsed to the floor in a puddle of incoherent desire. Having disengaged from my weeping womanhood, my big brother stepped back, his hands gripping my shoulders, the flame of love clearly evident in his eyes, his face flushed from his relentless pounding of my body. 

"My dearest baby sister," he whispered as the final natural light of the day filtered through the closed curtains. His voice was breathy, full of desire and respect for me. 

I kissed him, not even attempting to be gentle. I assaulted him with my mouth and groped him with my hands, and he immediately responded in kind. We each heightened the other's level of arousal in a never-ending feedback loop until, at last, he pulled me roughly to him, his fingers immediately working at the clasp of my bra while I hugged him fiercely, threatening to never release him from my needy grasp. 

The sudden release of the clasp also released the tigress within me, the tigress typically caged by my submissive role. I growled savagely, clawing at my big brother's back and causing him to gasp aloud from my deep scratches. Then I jumped upon him, wrapping my thighs around his waist again and causing him to stumble backward and yelp with surprise. A second later, he had fallen into a sitting position on my futon, still clearly stunned at the ferocity of his usually docile baby sister. 

Yet I was too damn horny to truly enjoy the reversal of roles. I was too turned on to do anything but attack, attack, attack. I rocked my clitoris against his dripping phallus as I bit him again and again, each bite eliciting a low rumble from his throat and a tightening of his fingers upon my shoulders. He received no mercy from me as I clawed him roughly, marking him as my mate. 

"You're like a bitch in heat!!!" my big brother finally spat out, and only then did I realize that I had slipped out of my submissive role, that I was no longer in my proper place. But I was too horny to care, too turned on to think about the potential consequences, about how I would likely be punished later for suddenly switching to a top role. 

I shoved my big brother to his back upon my bed and seconds later had his hearty sex embedded within me. I rode him hard and fast, a stiffened arm supporting me as I leaned over my forbidden lover while my free hand rubbed my clitoris rapidly. Obscenities I rarely ever use spewed from my lips as I quickly climbed the carnal mountain, his groans loudly joining mine as he again attempted to restrain himself and ride out my oncoming orgasm. 

My arm gave out and I collapsed upon him, screaming into his neck as tidal waves of desire pummeled my body. Unable to resist the milking actions of my sisterly sex, my big brother filled me with his love. He made nary a sound, clutching me tightly to him as his primal passion was so intense that he could not breathe. 

Later that evening, as we both sat naked cuddling on the sofa in the darkness while watching an old samurai film on television, my body still felt abuzz with the intense energy we had created in my bedroom. It had been some time since I had been so intensely horny that I was still filled with such a deep sexual itch for so long. In time, my big brother sated that desire as well, this time not fucking me, but slowly making love to me, bending me over the arm of the sofa and taking me from behind, taking me like a bitch as he pulled just enough of my hair to remind me of my place, of his dominance over me. 

Earlier in the evening, I had fucked my big brother, and that had been indeed thrilling for my body. As the film ended, I was making love to my Master, and that was far more fulfilling for my soul. 



Twins in College Ch. 39



"What do you think of her?" I asked quietly. 

My big brother and I were at Fisherman's Wharf, leaning back against the railing, Alcatraz standing tall and ominous in the distance behind us. We were watching the people passing by, and I nodded my head toward a young woman in a thin, white blouse and thinner white skirt, her black bra and panty both quite noticeable and causing many heads - male and female alike - to turn and track her as she sauntered along. Even a little girl of maybe four years old stopped and stared with her mouth agape as the white-clad woman approached us. 

"Nice chest," my big brother commented softly, nearly in a whisper. "I think her breasts would look quite nice if they were each surrounded by a thin leather cord. Just think of how they would look bound like that and treated to a long, hard flogging." 

"Very red and very marked," I responded, seeing that very image in my mind, my own breasts aching slightly as if they had minds of their own, remembering how they had received a similar treatment a few days earlier. I smiled to myself, and then noticed her subtle smile as she glanced directly at me. 

At that moment, as our eyes met, I felt as if I knew her, as if I had seen her previously and had perhaps even chatted with her. But neither of us said anything as she continued on her way, the short skirt barely covering just enough of her lower body for her to legally walk in a public place. 

"I think she likes you," my Master commented, adding a playful punch to my shoulder. I punched him in return, albeit not so playfully. Somehow, deep inside, I wanted to be punished that night. 

I was, and my breasts were truly sore afterward. 

*****

It was nearly midnight when she entered the video store. Wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a denim jacket, I almost did not recognize her at first, and she did not seem to notice me at all as I knelt to restock a low shelf. I discreetly tracked her with my eyes as she returned a pair of DVDs to the main counter, then ascended the stairs purposefully, apparently knowing what she wanted to see... or at least which section of the store would provide something of interest for her. 

I finished at the lower shelf and returned behind the counter, retrieving the box of adult DVDs to be restocked before disappearing behind the curtain. It was very nearly midnight, so the few remaining customers would be leaving soon and I could begin counting down the register. 

I was again kneeling to restock the lower shelf of the lesbian section when I heard the subtle whisper of the curtain being brushed aside. A few seconds later, I saw her again, and she stood beside me, at least appearing to look over the DVDs on the upper shelves. 

"Can you recommend something I might like?" she asked, her voice as smooth as silk and as captivating as a leather cuff. I could tell that her voice was natural, and could easily imagine men and women alike swooning whenever she opened her mouth. 

"That depends," I replied honestly, putting another DVD into its place before standing before her. "What do you like?" 

"Have you seen any of these?" she asked, gesturing generally to everything in the adult section. 

"I have rented a few of them, yes," I replied honestly, although a little hesitantly. To speak about adult DVDs with my big brother and Master was almost as natural to me as sleeping naked with him virtually every night. To speak about adult DVDs with a stranger - even a cute stranger - was a little unnerving. 

"For yourself or for your brother?" 

That shocked me for a moment, but I could not tell if she was aware of my initial surprise at her comment. But then I reminded myself that we had seen each other at Fisherman's Wharf just two days earlier, so she would have seen my big brother and recognized the resemblance between us. 

"Actually..." I began, then stopped myself before admitting that my big brother and I had always watched them together. 

"You two looked good together Thursday afternoon, you know," she said, filling in the silence. Her arms crossed beneath her breasts, my eyes were very nearly drawn downward, away from her face. "If I didn't know any better, even though I'd never seen you with him before, I'd say that you two were lovers trying to hide that fact despite being almost constantly joined at the hip." 

She definitely recognized my renewed shock, because she smiled and gave a slight yet dainty snort, her eyes glittering. "Honestly, can you recommend anything I might like?" she asked. 

It took me a second to recover. "Again, that depends on what you like. What turns you on in general?" 

"I play both sides," she admitted freely, the statement sounding just as natural to her as my bond with my big brother and Master was to me. "Sometimes I like it hard and fast and rough, sometimes I prefer to be treated like a fragile butterfly. Lately, though, I've been more interested in girls being gentle." 

I thought back on the last few titles I had rented, as well as the descriptions on the back of the various DVD cases I had stocked over the past few weeks. After a moment, I remembered one which my Master and I had both enjoyed, and moved down the row to the solo section. It took a few seconds, but I finally spotted it and pulled the case from the shelf, handing it to her. 

"Night vision, about four hours," I said. "At least in theory, night vision cameras were hidden in these bedrooms to capture all these babes enjoying themselves, taking a long time to warm themselves up with fingers and toys before finally enjoying a good cum." 

She smiled, her eyes alight as she scanned the images on the back of the DVD case. "Sounds good," she finally said, looking at me again, scanning my body from head to toe, making me feel both nervous and sexy. 

"I'm gonna lock up," my coworker Amber called out. 

"Okay," I called back. "I'll be up front in a moment to check out this last customer." 

"Okay," Amber replied. 

"Anything else?" I asked the beautiful stranger before me. 

She seemed to think for a moment. "How about something with ropes or thin leather cords?" she asked. "Specifically something with cords wrapped around a woman's breasts?" 

She had actually heard my Master's comment!!! I began to feel hot in the face. 

"Never mind," she said, as if changing her mind. "Just this for tonight." 

A few moments later, I scanned her rental card and her name appeared on the computer screen: Regina Cheval. I made a mental note of that and finished the checkout process, all the while knowing that she was checking me out, and just that simple act made me feel warm well below my face. 

Since I did not see Amber, I escorted Regina to the door. "Your brother was right," she said as I unlocked the door and she stepped onto the sidewalk. "I do like you." 

Somehow, I was not surprised, yet her admission - and my big brother's perception - still stunned me. I closed and locked the door behind her, standing there a few moments longer than necessary to look her over as she turned to walk away. Then I hurried back to the computer and called up the Customer Records section of the store management application we used. 

In less than twenty seconds, I knew: I truly had seen her previously. She had come to the store on several occasions throughout the summer, always checking out rather late on a Saturday night, and always renting either one or two adult DVDs - never anything more "mundane." Judging by the titles in her rental record, she seemed to prefer the bondage, lesbian, group sex, and Asian genres of porn, along with some hentai. 

Somehow, I knew that I would meet Regina Cheval again. 

*****

"Do you remember that white-clad baby with the black underwear that we saw and commented about on the Wharf on Thursday?" I asked my Master as we cuddled in his bed. 

"Absolutely," he replied. "Did you somehow learn who she is?" 

"I did," I answered. "She's a customer at the video store. Her name's Regina Cheval." 

He thought about that for a moment. "Sounds rather refined. With a name like that, she probably comes from a lot of money." 

"It's possible. That's the sense I had from her tonight." 

"Oh?" 

I told him about our encounter at the video store, providing all the details about our interaction in the back room. 

"Perhaps I should meet her," my Master finally said. "Maybe we should invite her to join us sometime – go out to dinner somewhere, get to meet each other." 

My response was a kiss to my Master's neck. His arms tightened around me. 

"She seemed to have no issues about you and me being more than just twins?" 

"No concerns at all, which really surprised me a bit. At least, no concerns from what I could tell." 

He rolled me to my back and lowered the covers a bit, exposing my chest. "Perhaps soon you will have two people sucking your nipples at the same time," he whispered, then lowered his face to my bare chest. 

The prospect of adding a third person to our loving existence made me nervous, but it also made me curious. Despite the late hour, that prospect, combined with my Master's gentle treatment of my right nipple, also made me a bit horny... 



Twins in College Ch. 40



I could tell that my Master was definitely enraptured with Regina. Certainly, she was quite beautiful to look at, captivating the attention of everyone in the restaurant. But what truly drew him in, I believe, was her voice: Smooth and breathy in a way which was clearly either instinctive or so well-practiced that it had become second nature for her, each syllable which departed her dainty mouth tugged at my ears as well. 

The first part of our evening together focused on my big brother and me. We each spoke in low tones so as not to unduly disgust the patrons and restaurant staff around us. I did the majority of the talking about our illicit relationship, yet Regina's eyes split their time equally between each of us. She seemed fascinated at the tale of how my big brother and I essentially "found" each other. What I specifically did not mention, however, was anything which might cause her to even wonder if we were more than just fraternal twins and destined lovers. 

In time, the conversation switched to her, and I was indeed fascinated by the rather different life she led. 

Regina was born into a wealthy family as the youngest of three daughters. She never knew her eldest sister, who drowned in a neighbor's pool when the adults were too involved in their own conversation instead of properly watching the children. Her other sister, Marlene, had shocked the family by joining the Army, and was stationed in Iraq on her third tour of duty; contact with Marlene was sporadic at best. Her parents both traveled heavily in their respective careers, each of them spending much more time overseas than in the States. 

While always popular with the guys in middle school and high school, Regina had long felt an affinity for girls as well, and had finally started to explore that when she came to the Bay Area for university. That was when she also became involved with phone sex work, and she quickly became so popular that it ended up changing her lifestyle, forcing her to essentially become a vampire: awakening about 5PM, eating breakfast and handling any necessary errands before returning to her apartment to begin her shift, wearing a headset and usually nothing else until about sunrise, then finishing any other errands as stores opened for the day before finally returning to her apartment and falling asleep. 

She did get a regular weekend: Saturday and Sunday nights were her nights off, which explained why she always only came to the store on a Saturday night. While she might occasionally go to a club or a bar specifically to troll for a one-night-stand, Regina was tiring of it and was looking for something with a little more permanence, even if true love was not involved in the relationship. 

"So you're looking for a few friends-with-benefits?" my Master asked, still keeping his voice low. 

"I suppose I am," Regina replied honestly, her voice equally low. The conversation lapsed for a moment as the waiter came to clear away the dishes. "Because things have gone so well with the phone sex work, I had to drop out of the university after not even three full semesters. It was simply not possible for me to work all night and then handle classes all day. Something had to give, and even though I honestly do not need the money, the phone sex work is certainly more enjoyable than taking classes, many of which had absolutely nothing to do with a major in English." 

"What types of things are you looking to do? What are you interested in?" 

"Perhaps your sister can explain that," Regina replied with a wink and a smile. "I'm sure she's looked up my rental records." 

I probably blushed at that comment, for I certainly felt a bit warm in the face. "I did," I admitted quietly, and Regina and my Master both laughed at that. "All adult titles, which certainly piqued my interest. Some lesbian, some Asian, some group sex, some hentai, some bondage." 

"Hmmmmmmm..." Upon hearing that from my Master, I knew exactly what he was thinking. 

A loud squeal of tires outside caught everyone's attention, and the following crash was unmistakable. "Oh, no!" Regina exclaimed, standing quickly. "Excuse me!" And she hurried out of the restaurant. 

"What do you think of her?" I asked quietly. 

"Regina sounds like a very interesting person," my Master replied calmly, his eyes still darting toward the front of the restaurant even though we could not see the front window from where our table was located. "She's definitely unique. I just wonder how we can really provide what she's looking for if things go turn sexual between her and us. I can tell from the various looks she has given us – especially you – that she is interested in us as potentially more than just friends, but I think that requires a separate discussion, between just you and me." 

"Agreed," I confirmed. "I do think she'd be fun to be around, even as just friends. But..." 

"But what?" 

I shook my head. "Never mind. It's best that you and I talk separately." 

"Okay." Underneath the table, my Master took my hand in his, and we simply gazed at each other for a moment. My nervousness began to fade as I felt his love and his support and his understanding flowing into me. 

Regina returned a moment later, her face displaying an expression of tremendous relief. "It wasn't my baby," she announced with a sigh. "But whoever owns the black Bentley will be rather upset. It looks like the driver of the El Camino had at least three too many drinks. I find that a little odd on a Sunday night." 

Eventually, the conversation turned back toward the sexual realm, and I was not at all surprised when my Master – still holding my hand beneath the table – began to ask about Regina's phone sex work. 

*****

As we lay naked in his bed together, my Master pressed himself up against my backside, an arm draped over me, his hand cupping a breast. His dimmed screensaver provided a little light in the darkness, displaying random images he had recently taken of me in various forms of bondage in the basement playroom. 

Until that moment in time, only my Master had ever seen me bound, seen the painful tears I shed joyfully for him. Thus far, only he knew of my servitude, although Regina probably suspected that my big brother dominated me, owned me. 

I thought of what it might be like to have Regina sitting on the other side of the basement playroom, watching as I undressed for my Master, or serviced him, or accepted his restraints, or endured pain for his pleasure, or enjoyed his violent lovemaking, or smeared his white-hot love all over my face and chest. I thought of what it might be like to be secured to the wall and forced to watch as my Master did all those things with Regina. I thought of what it might be like to engage in lesbian activity with Regina, to feel her bare breasts against mine, to feel my fingers inside her as her fingers probed inside me, to kiss her passionately as my Master watched avidly. I thought of what it might be like to team up on my Master with Regina, or have her and my Master both team up on me, or have my Master and me team up on her. I thought of what it might be like for all three of us to share a bed – perhaps this very bed – together. 

I had a difficult time trying to imagine it all, yet, despite the unease I felt as I thought about being part of a threesome, my curiosity was still rather prevalent. 

But my greatest concern was that the addition of a third person – especially a second woman – would greatly change the wonderful bond which connected my Master and me. I did not want the camaraderie, the friendship, the love, to ever change between us, and I was concerned that adding Regina to our relationship might indeed drive a wedge – albeit certainly an unintentional wedge – between us. 

So many thoughts passed through my head, and almost all of them were "negatives," concerns. I did not even realize that I was crying until I was rolled to my back and my Master kissed a tear from my cheek. That was when I gave in and let the tears surge forth in earnest; I held nothing back as my forbidden lover clutched me tightly, rolling to his back and allowing me to cry upon him shoulder... 

*****

I awoke to a gentle massage of my upper back. Slowly, I stirred, rolling over and looking up at my big brother, my Master, noting the expression of concern upon his face. I simply smiled, taking his hand and placing it directly over my heart. 

"This is only for you," I whispered in the dim light of the early morning, "and I certainly hope that your heart is only for me. If we can agree to that, then I think I can accept another person to share our intimacy." 

He bent down and kissed my lips, our hands pressed together between our hearts. 



Twins in College Ch. 41



I had gone to campus to buy my textbooks for the fall semester. With my plastic hand basket nearly overflowing and my arm nearly being separated from my shoulder by the weight in my hand, I decided to take a look in the apparel section. I had not planned to buy anything; my intention was simply to see what was new for this year, determine what I might be able to buy later as gifts for family and a few close friends from high school. 

When I saw it, I initially did not believe my eyes. I stopped and looked hard at it, still in disbelief. I approached, and, to my amazement, it did not disappear – I truly had seen it. 

"It" was a regular white bra with the college mascot on the left bra cup. 

Not a sports bra. Not a bikini bra. A regular bra. 

I stood there perhaps another thirty seconds, staring open-mouthed at this most unexpected item on display on a headless mannequin. Short of sex toys, this was perhaps the last thing on Earth that I would have expected to find in a college bookstore. 

"I'd suggest you buy one or two right now." 

A saleswoman's voice shocked me from my surprise. She stood beside me holding a plain cardboard box with a FedEx sticker on top. 

"For some reason, management only brought in twenty of those bras," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "We put them out just before we opened today, but this is such an unusual item that I'm sure we'll be sold out by 10AM at the latest." 

I bought two. The guy at the register gave me a smile and a wink. 

*****

My opportunity came two days later. "Go put on some old clothes you don't mind seeing destroyed," my big brother and Master instructed me after I had washed and dried the dinner dishes. "Then meet me in the basement playroom." 

In my bedroom, I looked through my closet at the older clothes. I had a pair of tight blue denim shorts with multiple holes and rips in them; while once in a while I would wear them in the house (or previously, in the apartment) for my Master's visual pleasure, especially since they allowed peeks at my bare rump since I always wore a thong, and they were not something I would ever wear in public ever again, so I figured they would be good to wear for whatever devilry my creative Master had planned. Given all the thongs I owned, I just picked a black thong at random. I of course chose one of the bras with the college mascot on the left bra cup. And, to cover the bra until whenever my Master either ordered my out of my top or removed it himself, I specifically chose a black t-shirt with a very faded, nearly indistinguishable print of the painting "The Scream" on the front. I decided to eschew all footwear and jewelry. Once dressed, I made my way down to the basement playroom. 

It did not take long for me to find myself standing against a wall, thick leather cuffs upon my wrists and ankles, my spread-eagle stance mandated by the short chain connecting each cuff to a nearby bolt in the wall as my mouth was filled with a penis gag (a new acquisition) and my world cast into darkness by the thick leather blindfold. In the cool air of the basement playroom, goose bumps formed upon my skin, and my nipples hardened within the bra. 

I smiled as best as I could, more to myself than to my Master. This was where I belonged: chained to the wall, ready and eager to accept the kinky whims of my big brother and Master. Instinctively, I arched my back a little, subtly making my chest more prominent for his view, hoping to entice either a fondling or a beating of my twin swells. 

"It's too bad you're not wearing a skirt," I heard. "If you were, I'd fuck you right now, standing up – just lift your skirt, pull your thong aside, a force my way into you." 

I whimpered around the penis gag, tonguing it, wishing it was instead the forbidden phallus I was licking. 

Before long, I received my wish. My Master applied a whip to my chest, starting slowly, flogging me lightly, making me whimper and moan around the penis gag and causing the crotch of my thong to moisten. Keeping the whipping light and erotic, the many leather tails worked slowly down my body, down to just above my knees, then slowly back upward until my Master's attention was against focused upon my breasts. 

"You writhe beautifully," he said softly, the admiration and love in his voice sinking deep into my swelling heart. I had become so involved in the gentle flogging that I had not been aware of my motions, but it did not matter to me. 

All that mattered was that I felt safe and cherished, even though my "gift" to my Master might well be destroyed. 

A rather harsh strike to my breasts caused me to groan aloud and momentarily fight my secure bonds, my breath quickening in reaction. I could feel my Master's eyes upon my chest, and I knew even before I felt the next rough strike of the leather tails exactly what he wanted to see: 

...my breast rising and falling rapidly and jiggling as I danced under the onslaught of the flogger. 

When he finished, my breasts ached, but in a very good way. They continued to rise and fall rapidly as I tried unsuccessfully to slow my breathing. The thin sheen of sweat upon me chilled my skin in the cool air of the basement playroom. 

Yet I was still fully dressed. I knew that would not last much longer. 

It did not last much longer, for I heard my Master walk away, then return a few moments later. "And now to use a safety device we have fortunately never needed to use before," he said, his voice soft and loving, providing a nice contrast to the pain he has inflicted upon me seemingly a few heartbeats earlier. 

I felt the familiar fingers at the bottom hem of the right leg of my tight shorts. That was indeed odd, feeling his fingers carefully slither underneath the denim, for he had never done that with me before when I was wearing shorts (skirts were another case altogether). Then I felt a thin line of cool metal against my right inner thigh, and I initially thought it was a knife. 

I froze in place as a chill ran up my spine. Ever since we were young children, my big brother had known that I hated knives and needles and anything else which could pierce the skin, so I could not understand why he would invoke knife play. My breath quickened, as did the beating of my heart, and I actually contemplated using my safesound. 

Then I felt the right leg of the shorts loosen subtly. The denim was being cut with scissors or something similar. That calmed me, eased my worried mind, and all thoughts of my safesound were instantly returned to the forgotten shadows of my kinky young mind. 

The slow exposure was odd, yet invigorating. One snip at a time, my tight jeans were cut off my body. Small areas of denim would brush my legs as they separated and glided toward the floor. I eventually reasoned that my Master was using the EMT scissors, since he had specifically mentioned "a safety device we have fortunately never needed to use before." 

Once my shorts had been completely snipped from my body, I felt my Master's nose pressing into the wet crotch of my thong. It was both further arousing and extremely embarrassing to have him sniffing my sisterly charms, and when through the thong he kissed me directly upon my clitoris, I could not contain my voice, even with the penis gag still filling my mouth. 

The EMT scissors were again put to use, removing my thong one snip at a time. As the thong was definitely made of a much thinner material than the shorts, it did not take long for me to become bottomless. 

To my pleasant surprise, my Master then made good on his statement from earlier: He fucked me, withdrawing from my body each time he sensed that I was about to climax, using me to achieve his own pleasure while not allowing the ultimately pleasure to befall me. Yet when at last I felt his brotherly love rising high inside me, I felt satisfied, albeit certainly not sated, for I had clearly served him well in providing him the pleasure he sought. 

As his love trickled down my left thigh, he hurt me. Yet again, the whip graced my chest, but with much less warm-up this time before increasing the force, increasing the discomfort, increasing the pain. It would have been interesting to have a video camera trained on me during the flogging, so that I could later see just how much I struggled against my bonds and hear just how much I cried out around the fake phallus. 

The final strike to my breasts was so powerful, so violent, that even the penis gag could not contain my piercing howl. Tears trickled down from underneath my blindfold. And almost immediately, my shirt became the new target of the EMT scissors. 

By the time my logo-emblazoned bra was revealed, I had mostly calmed from the painful punishment of my breasts, and actually smiled around the penis gag as I heard my Master's soft inhalation of surprise. The snipping stopped for several minutes as he caressed me through the bra, focusing on the left cup, as if trying to assure himself that he truly was seeing the mascot of my college on a bra. 

...a bra being worn by his twin sister. 

But just as I was truly beginning to enjoy his illicit touches, the bra was cut from my body. Three snips of the EMT scissors was all that was necessary to render me fully naked, fully exposed. 

*****

That night, we slept in my Master's bed, and when I stepped into his bedroom to sleep with him, he looked up at me with an expression of disbelief, for I was wearing the very same bra. 

"But I... How did you... I don't get it!" 

I laughed. "I bought two," I replied with a wink. 

Usually, I sleep fully nude with my big brother and Master. That night, I wore only the bra, and even in my sleep, I could feel his hands upon my chest throughout the night. 



Twins in College Ch. 42



It was about 8:45PM when the Muni bus finally arrived. Being a Friday night, the bus was truly packed, and only by extreme good fortune did we find a lone empty seat, an aisle seat near the back of the bus. Like the loving gentleman he truly was at heart, my big brother and Master graciously offered to let me sit, but I had another idea. 

"That's okay," I said. "I'll just sit in your lap." 

With a slight nod, he smiled - not with his lips, but with his eyes. I instantly responded in kind. 

I sat in my big brother's lap as the bus began to move, and he immediately wrapped both arms around my middle. The conversations around us suddenly became much softer in overall volume. The old man sitting between us and the window stopped reading his book, glancing from me to my big brother repeatedly, an unreadable expression upon his face. A group of teenage girls openly gawked at us, especially at me. I heard someone behind me muttering something under his breath. Yet my big brother leaned back in his seat nonchalantly and closed his eyes as I absently watched the San Francisco night life passing by as the bus rolled on through the gathering night. 

I had to wonder: Did we ooze incest? Was it really so obvious to the other passengers that my big brother and I were truly in love? Was it somehow evident that we had made love on nearly a daily basis for well more than a year? Could everyone else somehow recognize that my big brother was also my Master, dominating me and commanding me and sometimes even hurting me for his pleasure while I gladly endured it all? 

As these and other similar thoughts passed through my mind, I could feel my nipples hardening. My bra seemed to become rather snug as it supported my breasts. Suddenly, I wanted the soft cups to be replaced by a specific pair of masculine hands: warm, loving hands which both supported my subtly-swaying flesh and gently kneaded them like two balls of dough. 

At the same time, I glanced back at my big brother and Master as he opened his eyes and gazed briefly at me, smiling subtly. I could feel a lengthening, a hardening, within his jeans. 

Was it the close proximity which was arousing us both? Was it the fact that we were in such close proximity in public which we both clearly found arousing? Were we both "closet exhibitionists" at heart? 

That last question made me want to suddenly stand up, turn to face my big brother, unzip his jeans, produce his wonderful manhood, and give him the best fellatio of my young life to date, not stopping until he erupted in my mouth with a raucous roar. As I envisioned it, feeling my thong dampening and my nipples tightening even more, I so desperately wanted to do it, even though I knew that we would certainly be arrested. 

Yet, in my mind, the public scene definitely did not end with my Master's surging climax. Instead, I would be ordered across his lap, my head in the crotch of the stunned old man sitting next to him as my skirt was lifted, my wet thong lowered, and my bare cheeks spanked long and hard and mercilessly as I kicked and struggled and cried out with each delicious strike of my Master's bare hand. 

Only when I felt my big brother's arm stiffen around my middle did I realize that I had been rocking gently in his lap, my motion encouraging his arousal. I noticed that his breathing had changed subtly, in a very good way - only someone who truly knew him so intimately would know that such a change signaled his arousal, his hardening need. 

At last, our stop was announced, and I reached behind the old man's head to pull the cord to signal the driver to stop. Yet my mind did not stop, for after the spanking, I envisioned my Master furiously fingering my sisterly body, not even slowing down until I screamed of my love for him... directly into the old man's crotch. 

When the bus finally stopped moving, I stood quickly and pressed my way through the throng of passengers, stepping onto an equally-crowded street. A heartbeat later, my big brother was standing beside me, reaching for my hand so he could lead me through the masses to the nearby BART station. In the bustling crowd, we were no longer big brother and baby sister, we were no longer Master and slave, we were not even illicit lovers - instead, we were simply two people hurrying along while trying to navigate the river of people, much like two salmon swimming upstream to spawn. 

We made it to the BART platform just as a train was entering the station. Mixing with the crowd, we hurried onto the train, and I was pulled along from car to car until we arrived at last at my Master's intended destination: the last row of the last car. 

There were only eight other couples in the car, all scattered about, and none of the couples were paying any attention to any of the others. So no one noticed my big brother's smile as we sat and my hand immediately went to the front of his jeans, reigniting his arousal. 

"Nnngh!" I heard from one of the young women elsewhere in the car. Clearly, her significant other was doing something particularly naughty to her. Clearly, she was not at all ashamed to let everyone around her know that her significant other was doing something particularly naughty to her. I saw a few heads turn in her direction briefly, and noticed a guy smiling appreciatively. 

I was rather horny myself, and I sincerely wished that my significant other was doing something particularly naughty to me at that very moment. But he contented himself with placing a hand underneath my skirt and gently scratching my inner thigh. 

It may have contented him, but it further aroused me, promising something which, given our rather close resemblance, he really could not (safely) deliver at that very moment. 

...but that did not stop my imagination from again leaping into fifth gear, picturing my Master sliding his fingers over the crotch of my dampened thong, pressing the thin garment into my weeping womanhood, not allowing me to reciprocate and slapping my hand away whenever I attempted to touch him, frustrating me even as he teased me to the point where I could finally no longer hold back my spiraling need and moaned aloud as his fingernail brushed my clitoris in just the right way... 

Our stop was finally announced. Reluctantly, my Master withdrew his hand, and I retracted mine. We shared a knowing glance and a sly smile, then he stood and gestured for me to walk in front of him. 

...presumably, I suppose, so that my body would shield the other passengers from seeing the bulge at the front of his jeans. 

We were back on street level in Berkeley when I finally had an opportunity to glance at my Master's crotch once again, and I could see no obvious evidence of an erection, no obvious evidence that he was lusting after his baby sister and lover and slave.  

The air had become cooler, and in a way I wished that I had not worn a skirt, especially because the cool air chilled the drops of passion trickling down the inside of my left thigh. But I also relished the thin trail of desire descending my leg, as it was a nice, tangible reminder of what I had thus far imagined. 

As we passed by our former dwelling, I thought I could very faintly hear Valerie's sweet voice crying out in ecstatic bliss. Her bedroom light was on, but I could not see any shadows against the closed yellow curtains, so I could not tell if she was enjoying some solo fun or if there was someone else present to inflict pleasure upon her. 

That made me wonder, in the back of my mind: Would my Master want to inflict pleasure or perhaps pain upon me when we returned to our cozy home? 

I was not sure which I wanted more. I was horny, so pleasure definitely sounded like a wonderful idea. Yet I had not been hurt in several days - not even a playful spanking. I also had not been restrained in any manner in nearly a full week. 

Once inside the house with the door closed and locked behind us, my Master grabbed my shoulders, turned me to face him, and pushed me to the floor in a not-so-gentle manner. I knelt immediately, my hands reaching for the zipper of his jeans even before I hissed through clenched teeth at the jarring impact of my knees upon the floor. 

In no time at all, a particular erection was trying to force its way down my throat as a pair of hands held my head in place. No other word could possibly describe it: In the dark entry corridor, my mouth was raped, and my body was dripping because of it and everything else that evening leading up to that very rape. It was a bit scary, much like enduring a severe flogging while being restrained and unable to flee, yet it felt good to relinquish the control of my body for my Master's use and pleasure, even if it was difficult to breathe and my lungs were starting to protest the lack of oxygen. 

Suddenly, I was shoved backward, my mouth and throat finally unobstructed. As I gulped air as rapidly as possible, I watched avidly as my Master walked past me into the living room, his male anatomy bobbing before him like a symphonic conductor's wand. "Crawl and follow," he ordered, and I quickly complied, following him as my chest continued to heave, my breasts swaying erotically beneath me despite the bra I wore. 

"Sit on your big brother's cock," he instructed, sitting himself on the sofa, "and tell him all about those naughty thoughts in your head on the way home." 

It did not take me long to comply, to pull aside the wet crotch of my thong and hold up my skirt and impale myself upon the forbidden phallus, groaning aloud with intense need as I violated myself upon my big brother's meaty manhood. 

Even though I was relating numerous naughty thoughts in the darkness, we did not fuck. Instead, we slowly made love while we were both officially still fully clothed. 

"My baby sister has such naughty thoughts about me," my big brother finally commented in a mock-menacing tone when I had finished telling him what I had envisioned. "Stand." 

Reluctantly, I stood before him, my skirt falling back into its socially-acceptable position. A new river of desire began to trickle down each thigh as I stood in the darkness. 

"You are to be punished for having such naughty, nasty thoughts," my Master informed me as he stood as well, beginning to unbuckle and remove his belt. "Now bend over the edge of the sofa." 

Less than a minute later, I was biting my lower lip, groaning from the pain, trying to keep from crying out as my Master lashed into my ass, the skirt raised and the thong lowered to provide him with an unobstructed target. I grabbed a pillow from the sofa and placed it underneath my face, for my Master was indeed being merciless, especially since he was not bothering to warm me up at all. The pain was intense, the blows were rapid, and the pillow received an earful. 

When my punishment ended, even as I continued to cry into the pillow, my Master violated me, reaching underneath me to also toy with my clitoris, his other hand seizing a breast somewhat roughly. He fucked me until my orgasm triggered his, bringing the unusual evening to a nice close. 

That night, as we clutched each other in our sleep, my dreams were filled of the naughty thoughts I had had that evening, and when I awoke in the morning, I was hornier than I had been in weeks. 

Fortunately, my big brother was more than willing to alleviate my sexual hunger, and there were no strangers present to disapprove of our forbidden love. 



Twins in College Ch. 43



The first day of classes was upon us. 

My big brother and I both awoke earlier than usual, purposely so that we could take our time preparing to head off to our respective colleges. It was not a lazy morning, but it was certainly a leisurely morning as we showered together, pausing occasionally to kiss or touch intimately, followed by a breakfast of waffles, strawberries, and coffee – all consumed in the nude. 

Finished with breakfast, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, lacing my fingers together behind my head. A few moments of comfortable silence passed before I smiled and finally asked, "Enjoying the view?" 

The laugh which reached my ears traveled immediately downward and filled my heart. "I always enjoy any view of you, clothed or otherwise," my big brother replied. "I could gaze at you all day long." 

"Especially at my chest, right?" 

"I certainly wouldn't disagree with that statement." 

My smile widened, and I knew even without opening my eyes that his smile had grown as well. 

I wondered if another part of him had grown. Carefully, I lifted my left foot, and my suspicion was confirmed. "Does seeing your baby sister naked make you horny, big brother?" I asked with a fake innocence. 

His answer was not vocal, but tactile, as he pressed my foot against his lengthening manhood. Never had I felt anything lengthening against the sole of my foot before, and it was at once both odd and thrilling. 

"Go get dressed for class," he instructed me. "I'll clear away the breakfast stuff." 

"Okay, if I must." 

Eventually, I was ready. Looking in the mirror, I liked how my breasts strained a little against the slightly-tight black button-down shirt; the red cups of my bra were just barely discernable through the material, adding a hint of subtle sensuality to my appearance. With my hair held back in a ponytail by a red satin ribbon tied into a large bow, my dangling silver earrings were very prominent. The red miniskirt was new, purchased three days earlier and sporting a pair of embroidered black Chinese-style dragons near the hem, their lips approaching as if about to kiss, with their long tails wrapping around behind me to form a heart symbol just below my cheeks. My red-painted nails, a light coating of red lipstick, and a pair of black sandals completed my return-to-college outfit. 

I wondered idly if my chosen clothing would prompt any of the male professors to break their professionalism and look at me more than just once or twice. 

I went in search of my big brother and met him as he ascended the stairs. I twirled for him, the miniskirt flaring out just a little, but probably not enough for him to catch a glimpse of my black thong. He smiled and spread his arms, and I eagerly stepped into his embrace, feeling quite overdressed since he was still as naked as the day we were born. 

Without question, I felt safe, cherished, desired, loved. I felt as if I had truly found my place in the world. I was a baby sister, a lover, and a slave, all to the same person, and it all felt right, perfect, and even necessary. 

Releasing me, my big brother bent down to kiss each breast, then he knelt before me. Raising my miniskirt, he tugged aside the crotch of my thong, then began to lick me, slowly, gently, enough to arouse yet clearly without the intent of bringing me toward climax. My eyes closed to better enjoy the sensations, my head tipped back of its own accord as my hands toyed with my big brother's hair and held his head in place in a silent plea to continue. 

"I must've done something very, very good in a previous life to deserve you," I whispered as my breath and heartbeat both quickened. He did not respond; he simply continued to apply his tongue to my sex, savoring the nectar of my love. 

When he at last stood before me and my thong and miniskirt were back in position, he kissed me, and I tasted myself upon his tongue, upon his lips. It added yet another bond to our forbidden relationship, our illicit love, our taboo desire for each other. And even as we walked toward the BART station together, I could still taste the slight, subtle remnants of my love upon my lips, and knew that the lingering taste was even stronger for him. 

We rode together until he had to disembark to change trains to go to his college. After having had him all to myself at almost any time I wanted or needed to be near him throughout the summer, it was sad to be separated, even though I knew that we would be together again by late afternoon. But knowing that he carried the lingering taste of my love with him made the parting easier, and also caused me to look forward to the return home.



Twins in College Ch. 44



At last, it was time. After several weeks of occasional meetings at various restaurants, after several weeks of chatting briefly with her on Saturday nights at the video store, it was time. 

Fortunately, I was able to swap my Saturday closing shift for a Friday closing shift, which allowed Regina to come to the house for an evening of play on Saturday. Throughout the day, I was torn between excitement and nervousness. I was barely able to study while my big brother and Master was at work, and when he returned home and tried to start studying himself, he was also not able to concentrate nearly as much on his homework. Ultimately, we both simply gave up, retiring to the sofa. 

As I straddled my Master's thighs facing him, I wondered what Regina would think if she were to walk into the living room at that very moment, and see him fully dressed with me – his sister – wearing only a thong and straddling him. Regina knew about our Master/slave relationship, and seemed particularly intrigued that such a relationship would develop between a brother and sister, but to "know" about something and to actually see it can be two different things. 

I arched my back a little, pressing more of my breasts into my Master's manipulating hands. My eyes closed, I concentrated more on the sensations emanating outward from my chest, and I wondered if he could feel the quickening rate of my heartbeat. 

Eventually, it was time for dinner. I simply made a light salad for us, and we ate slowly and in silence, each of us clearly contemplating the events ahead. We were both quite aware that bringing Regina into our relationship – even for just one night – would almost certainly change our dynamic. In time, we chatted quietly and wonderingly about that, but even though I said that nothing between Victor and me would ever change, deep inside, I wondered just how that could be true once Regina stepped into the house... 

*****

I was just stepping out of my bedroom when I heard the doorbell finally ring. As I descended the stairs, I saw my big brother open the door to reveal her. 

Regina looked wonderful. She wore a form-fitting skimpy black dress with black heels, gold earrings, and a gold necklace which plunged into her cleavage. It was a simple outfit, yet it looked marvelously refined, and it certainly wore her quite well. 

I watched as she wrapped her fingers over my big brother's shoulder and kissed his cheek, then turned to me as I approached. "You look rather tasty," she acknowledged, then kissed my cheek as well. 

While Regina had taken the "refined" option, I had taken the "subtly sexy" option. My breasts strained a little against the slightly-tight black button-down shirt; the red cups of my bra were just barely discernable through the material, adding a hint of subtle sensuality to my appearance. With my hair held back in a ponytail by a red satin ribbon tied into a large bow, my dangling silver earrings were very prominent. The red miniskirt sported a pair of embroidered black Chinese-style dragons near the hem, their lips approaching as if about to kiss, with their long tails wrapping around behind me to form a heart symbol just below my cheeks. My red-painted nails, a light coating of red lipstick, and a pair of black sandals completed my appearance. 

"Two truly beautiful women in my house," my big brother commented as he closed and locked the door. "How did I ever get to lucky?" 

Regina laughed gaily, while I smiled and blushed a little. I was still quite nervous about becoming sexual with Regina, and I told myself that I could back out if I wanted to. But, deep inside, I did not want to back out of this. Something about Regina drew me in every time I was in her presence, but this time the "something" was even stronger than usual. 

Turning to me, my big brother offered his arm, and I gladly accepted. He then turned to Regina and offered his arm again, and she accepted as well. Secretly, I was thankful that he had offered an arm to me first, as that could be a subtle sign to Regina that no matter what, for him, I came first. 

We sat on the sofa together, my big brother in the middle as we engaged in idle chatter. Slowly, the volume of our conversation lowered until, finally, we were silent, Regina and I both stroking my big brother's chest and thighs and planting kisses upon his cheek and his neck. Clad entirely in black with his erection quite prominent at the front of his slacks, he leaned back, enjoying our touches as he held us close to him, caressing our shoulders. When his face turned toward me, my lips sought his eagerly, and as my hand glided over his concealed manhood, he moaned softly into my mouth. 

Our kiss lengthened, the intensity slowly rising. We both whimpered occasionally, and when I felt both of my big brother's hands upon me, I squealed with delight. It felt so right for him to hold my head in the position he desired, to have my mouth violated by his tongue. 

"So beautiful and loving." Regina's silky voice invaded the moment, yet that was nothing compared to the shock I felt when suddenly a third hand was upon me – specifically, upon my thigh, slithering up underneath my miniskirt. 

...and to my sheer amazement, my legs parted of their own free will. It did not matter that it was someone other than my big brother stroking my thigh. It did not matter that it was not even a guy stroking my thigh. My legs parted for her, for the third person in what was already a most unusual relationship frowned upon my virtually everyone in society, and when her fingertips finally stroked my sex through the crotch of my thong, she sighed softly, almost certainly in reaction to the wetness gracing her fingers. 

Moving as if with a single mind, we all shifted position so that I was on my back, with a leg hooked over the back of the sofa and a leg dangling toward the floor. My big brother knelt beside me, kissing me anew, one hand stroking my hair and the other hand releasing the top few buttons of my blouse to slither inside and fondle my chest through my bra. For her part, Regina also knelt upon the floor, half-laying upon the sofa, holding aside the crotch of my thong and sampling the nectar seeping from between my petals. 

I had fantasized about this for years: being the center of attention while two people ensured my pleasure. Yet I had always envisioned two guys doing such naughty things to me. Recently, I had envisioned my big brother somehow cloning himself so that both he and his "copy" were producing the twin sources of delight. 

I was definitely glad that my big brother was one of the participants. Without him, I would have been far too nervous to enjoy anything. With his presence, he was the anchor of familiarity, and I subconsciously knew that I could depend on him to protect me, to keep an eye on me to ensure that I was enjoying the experience, and to keep an eye on Regina to ensure that she would not do anything to cause me any kind of distress. 

When my big brother lifted his lips away, I was gasping for breath. Reaching for him, I pulled him upon me for a hug, and suddenly mewled into his ear as Regina changed her tactics, slipping a pair of fingers inside me and focusing her tongue upon my clitoris. 

That was how I soon achieved my first orgasm of the night: hugging my big brother fiercely as I was fingered and eaten by another woman for the first time in my life. And even though my blouse was partially unbuttoned and my skirt and thong had been nudged out of the way, I was still fully dressed – in fact, we were all still fully dressed. 

My big brother eventually escaped from my grasp, standing, but Regina quickly took his place. She kissed me, slowly, tentatively. It was the first time I had ever kissed another woman on the lips, and that act also allowed me to taste myself. Perhaps a second of hesitation surged through me before I relaxed into the moment, into the kiss, into the woman. As her hand slipped inside my blouse to squeeze a breast through the bra, I whimpered softly into her mouth, becoming more and more comfortable with her, with the situation. I cradled her head for a few moments, then allowed a hand to travel downward, and for the first time ever, I squeezed a breast other than my own, reveling in the soft warmed emanating through the thin slinky black dress she wore. 


For a time, my big brother was actually forgotten. All that existed was Regina and me. We kissed and touched, slowly exploring each other. I heard a zipper at one point, but that sound and its meaning did not truly register in my mind. All I knew was that, somehow, despite the fact that my heart and soul and body belonged to my big brother and Master, the intimacy with Regina felt good, proper, and I felt no shame in moaning softly into her dainty mouth. 

Eventually, Regina moved, slowly applying her lips to my chin, my neck, my exposed chest. For the first time in a long, long time, my eyes fluttered open, and I watched my big brother slowly approach me, the forbidden phallus standing proud and tall through his unzipped slacks, his hand slowly stroking, a drop of clear desire hanging from the tip. 

As Regina finished unbuttoning my blouse and lifted my breasts out of the cups of my bra, I reached up to my big brother. He moved his hand out of the way, allowing me to stroke him instead. Our eyes met, and, even though there was another woman suckling at my left nipple, he and I connected in a way we never had before. It was as if Regina's intimate presence reinforced for us the bond that my twin and I had shared since long before we were even born. 

Thus far, virtually all the attention of the intimate evening had been upon me, and I was beginning to believe that my big brother was starting to feel neglected. With my free hand, I gently nudged Regina's face away from my breast. "Suck him," I whispered. "Taste him." 

The glimmer in her eyes was unmistakable. Clearly, while she had been tantalizing my senses, she had long looked forward to the very act I wanted her to perform. With one final kiss to my nipple, she repositioned herself, kneeling before my big brother, her hand replacing mine upon his solid shaft. 

My blouse fully open, my breasts hanging free over my bra, I slowly sat up on the sofa, looking up at my big brother's face again. As Regina slowly took more and more of him into her small mouth, as her red-painted lips stretched obscenely around his girth, he looked from her to me, reaching a hand to me and, when I accepted, lifting me to stand beside him, drawing me to him and wrapping his arm around my waist. I simply hugged him, listening to the soft sounds of someone else giving my big brother fellatio, yet, to my amazement, I was not feeling any jealousy, any animosity. 

"You taste good," she whispered. I looked down my big brother's torso and watched as his manhood slowly disappeared into someone else's mouth. At his subtle shudder, I smiled, then turned to face him again. 

"Does it feel good?" I asked softly, even though I could feel the answer already as another subtle shudder consumed him. As we kissed again, I began to unbutton his shirt, stroking his chest as his bare flesh was revealed, reveling in the feel of his heartbeat. I was a little startled when Regina wrapped an arm around my lower left leg, but continued with my self-appointed task, ultimately breaking the kiss to push the shirt over my big brother's shoulders to allow it to fall unhindered to the floor... then he did the same to me and also unclasped my bra, so that moments later we were both topless with Regina kneeling before us. 

Slowly, I kissed my way down my big brother's torso, until I was finally kneeling before him, before my Master. How many times had I been in this position, looking up at him with love and devotion, awaiting his command? Yet now there were two young women kneeling before him – one devoted and loving slave, and one person who knew that he was a Dominant and had expressed an interest in submitting to him. I wished for a moment that I knew exactly what he was thinking, having two beautiful young women kneeling before him. 

"Your turn." Regina pointed my big brother's hardened staff toward me, then leaned to me and kissed my cheek. 

It was odd to stroke my big brother's manhood with someone else's saliva coating him. It was downright strange to take him into my mouth and taste someone else's saliva upon him. But the drop of love which graced my tongue was familiar, calming, sweet, and I closed my eyes, savoring his taste, savoring the moment, even as I heard Regina stand and begin to undress, her dress sliding softly against her skin. 

His hands in my hair, I felt at peace with my mouth filled by my big brother's forbidden phallus. Even when I felt Regina kneeling naked behind me and hugging me, gently kissing my shoulder, it felt right. The nervousness and the concern did not resurface; the threesome felt as if it was predestined, just like the illicit love between me and my fraternal twin. I allowed him to control the movement of my head, and allowed her to fondle my hanging breasts, and I felt no shame whatsoever as my hand slipped up underneath my skirt to brush aside my thong and draw more of my nectar from my sex. 

The scent in the living room was powerful. It was the scent of sex, of desire, of lust, all of it being slowly and respectfully revealed, as if we were all working together to peel an onion, slowly prying back each layer in the quest for the raw passion at the center of our group dynamic. 

"My beautiful baby sister," I heard, my big brother's voice becoming breathy with need. I noted how he twitched inside my mouth, especially when his dripping tip brushed the top of my throat. 

"Do you like watching your sister sucking you?" Regina asked, her silky voice both soothing and challenging. Then, in my ear, she asked me, "Do you like sucking your brother?" 

I moaned my response around the oral invader, which caused my big brother's fingers to tighten their hold upon my hair. My body rocked slowly against the action of my fingers between my thighs. 

"Make me cum," he whispered, his voice even breathier than before. 

I pulled my head back out of his grasp, releasing him from my mouth. "You make him cum," I said softly to Regina. "Make him cum all over your face." 

Regina and I swapped positions. Topless, I leaned into her back, my breasts pressed nicely against her, my nipples attempting to burrow into her skin. As I fondled her naked breasts, I looked up and locked eyes with my big brother, and I saw that even though it was someone else sucking him and trying to draw out his seed, it was still me he desired most, it was still me he wanted pin down and fuck with ruthless abandon, it was still me who he wanted to make scream for him. 

It was still me who held the key to his heart. 

"Cum on Regina," I said softly to him, giving him my consent. With his lips parted as he panted, he nodded. 

I slowly stood and stepped to the side, giving my big brother an unobstructed view of me as I unzipped and then removed my skirt, and then stepped out of my thong. Turning around, I bent over, proudly displaying my sisterly charms as I removed my sandals. 

Apparently, that was exactly what he needed: a visual catalyst. With a barely-restrained groan, I heard my big brother begin to unleash his seed, and stood and turned around to watch as a jet of white practically leaped from his tip to her left eyebrow, joining the other sticky white ropes already upon Regina's smiling, beaming face. 

Without even thinking, I knelt beside our guest, and when my big brother had no more to give, I began to clean her face with my tongue, lapping up the lust upon her skin. "Damn that's sexy!" he sputtered between gasps, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around us both as I finished cleaning his essence from her face... 

*****

After rest and drinks, we all made our way down to the basement playroom. My big brother and Master was still fully dressed, his manhood tucked away so that he could step outside without being immediately arrested, while Regina and I were both still fully nude. 

I was quite impressed with my big brother: Even though he had two beautiful young women parading around without a single stitch of clothing, his eyes were not continually bulging out of their sockets, nor was he constantly drooling or perpetually trying to touch one or both of us. His eyes did tend to linger on me a little longer than when he looked at Regina, and that made me extremely happy, as it was yet another subtle signal to our guest that she was clearly second fiddle compared to me, that I was without question his primary concern. 

"Kneel." 

I immediately dropped to my knees outside the closed door of the basement playroom, my hands resting upon my thighs and my fingertips curled over my kneecaps – exactly the way I had been instructed by my Master. After a moment of hesitation, Regina copied my position, although her hands were placed further up her thighs. 

My Master smiled at us both, then knelt before me, caressing my cheek and kissing my forehead. "Good slave," he acknowledged, and I returned his smile, my body warming from his touch and from his praise. 

Then he turned to Regina, caressing her cheek and kissing her forehead as well. "As far as I am concerned," he told her, "I only have one slave: Vicki. But I definitely will not complain if you decide to submit to me as she has willingly chosen to do." 

She nodded, and he stood anew, towering over us both. "You've previously expressed interest in our BDSM dynamic, in how we play," he reminded her. "This is your chance to watch us in action." 

With that, he opened the door to the playroom and turned on the red light inside, gesturing for me to follow him into the chamber dedicated to pain and pleasure. As he had not told me to stand and walk, I crawled behind him, my nipples hard and goose bumps upon my skin due to the cool air in the basement. Behind me, I heard Regina crawling as well, and I had to wonder if she would eventually become a slave sister to me. 

I had to admit to myself that that could indeed be an interesting scenario: an "incestuous threesome" between a true brother and a sister and a slave "sister." I smiled at that prospect, but knew that there would need to be several play sessions between us all before she might truly become a slave sister to me, and a second slave to my/our Master. 

"I think you should both be secured to the walls," my Master announced. Looking at me, he gestured for me to stand; as soon as I had complied, he motioned toward the wall opposite the door, and I walked to the designated area and waited. 

I watched as Regina also followed my Master's gestured commands, ultimately standing with her back to the wall just to the right of the door. After retrieving a pair of wrist cuffs from a nearby dresser we had purchased at a recent yard sale, he returned to her and kissed her forehead, calming her enough to lessen the "deer in headlights" expression upon her face. Soon afterward, the cuffs applied, double-ended clips connected each cuff to a nearby bolt in the wall, spreading her arms nicely and rendering her vulnerable. 

From her visibly-quickening breathing, she recognized her vulnerability, yet despite the fear in her eyes, she said nothing, watching my (our?) Master closely until, with a final kiss to her cheek, he left her, coming instead to me. 

I had been chained to that particular part of the wall quite a few times, and the wrist and ankle cuffs simply hung from the short chains emerging from the bolts in the wall. After turning me to face the wall, my Master applied each cuff, ultimately rendering me helpless and perhaps even more vulnerable, as I would most likely not even see what was about to happen to me before I felt it actually happening. 




Twins in College Ch. 45



I had known that it would happen eventually. In fact, I was absolutely certain that it would happen eventually. And it did. 

It had begun Wednesday night, just before midnight, when my big brother had been perched between my thighs, eating me expertly once again, making me cry out in the darkness of his bedroom while my thighs crushed his ears into his skull and my fists pulled at his hair. At that moment, I had not been a slave, nor even his twin sister – instead, I had been his fated lover. 

That changed as soon as I had regained my senses and found myself being cuddled in his protective arms, my nectar being dotted upon my face as he kissed my cheek and forehead. Even in the afterglow, I could sense that my role had suddenly changed. 

"For the next three days, you will not cum, is that understood, slave?" 

That confirmed that my role had indeed changed from much-loved woman to much-loved slave. 

The next three days were difficult. Thursday was not too bad, until that evening when I was ordered to keep a dildo inside me throughout dinner and my evening studying. Friday was a little worse, as I locked myself into a bathroom stall in the campus library and masturbated myself to the edge of insanity, then properly obeyed my Master's order and did not allow myself the pleasure I craved. Saturday was pure sexual torture, since my Master had swapped shifts with a co-worker who needed to have Sunday off, allowing my Master to tease me all day long, to finger me or eat me or fuck me at will and then abruptly stop just as I was about to climax. 

My need was so great that I was almost in tears as I dressed for work Saturday night, and since I was the only video store staff who had absolutely no qualms about being in the adult section, I knew that I would be going behind the curtain a few times to restock or perhaps to check inventory. 

It was shortly after midnight when my big brother knocked at the back door, and my colleague Amber let him in as usual. He helped Amber vacuum while I counted down the register and put the money into the safe, then Amber left, leaving me alone with my big brother, my Master. 

"Master," I said quietly after locking the door behind Amber, "I need to cum. Please!" 

"Are you finished with your work?" he asked, his tone flat and authoritative. 

"There are a few more DVDs to be stocked in the adult section," I replied, "then I'll be done." 

"Go finish your work first." 

I was kneeling on the floor, sliding the last of the DVDs into place on a low shelf, when my Master appeared beside me, towering over me. "Get on your hands and knees, facing me." 

Never before had he ordered me with such brazen authority in the store. I almost did not know what to do, and after I had hesitated a few seconds, he grabbed me by my hair and forced me to look up at him. "Do not make me repeat myself, slave." 

The moment he released his painful grip on my hair, I assumed the commanded position. I was then surprised when he reached inside his jacket and produced a pair of metal handcuffs. Kneeling before me, he cuffed my wrists together. I was by no means helpless, but in my mind and in my heart, I was bound with no opportunity for escape. 

...yet, I definitely did not want to escape. 

My mouth was used first. My Master unzipped his jeans, brought his hearty manhood through the opening, and used my mouth for his pleasure, his heavy testicles slapping my chin, his distinctive musky scent threatening to overpower my nostrils. Never had I been used by my Master in "public" before, and it produced a wonderful thrill that made me particularly animated, even as his fists in my hair guided the movements of my head – my entire body was in motion, and I knew that if I had a tail like a cat or a dog that it would have been twitching with excitement to mirror the excitement swelling within me and dampening the crotch of my thong. 

But he soon had enough of my mouth, and I knew instinctively what was next. He walked around behind me, knelt, lifted my skirt, lowered my thong to my knees, and pressed himself into me. 

A most unladylike sound was forced from my lungs as my body was lovingly violated. Those sounds continued as my Master remained still; I was so damn horny and so desperate to cum that my body instinctively did all the work until, at long last, my much-needed climax was realized, tears of joy and thankfulness streaming down my cheeks. 

As my orgasm subsided, I felt my Master withdraw from me. He raised my thong back into position and helped me to stand, then simply held me as I leaned back into him, my body still aquiver, my heart still pounding, my senses still somewhat scrambled. 

It was well known amongst the video store staff that on occasion, a customer would be in the adult section and would start to masturbate while reviewing the many titles kept behind the curtain. Several customers had been in the adult section that night, and given that I was the only staff member who went behind the curtain during any of my shifts, I had a cover story ready when I dropped by briefly on Sunday to check on a new staff member's progress. All that was said was, "Someone was probably masturbating back there last night, because when I came in today to open, I could still smell the scent of sex back there." I just shrugged it off, and soon left the store. 

But as I walked home, I smiled to myself. Not only did the scent of sex linger in the adult section, it was also the scent of sated desire, yet only two people on the planet would ever know of that. 



Twins in College Ch. 46



He touched me. 

It was not a touch meant to be erotic. It was not a touch one would interpret as being "too forward." 

I was not submitting to him. I was not fully or even partially nude. 

We were not even in private. 

We were in one of the many used bookstores in Berkeley, and I was reading the description on the back of a fantasy novel about medieval witches fleeing persecution yet working to save the kingdom from an impending war. 

Then my big brother stepped up behind me, and he touched me, his hand alighting upon my shoulder. 

Almost instantly, I felt weak. My knees seemed to tremble. My legs turned to strips of rubber. My heart beat noticeably faster. 

He touched me, and my body responded like Pavlov's dog reacting to the sound of a bell. He touched me, and my body responded like an addict succumbing to a highly-craved drug. 

He touched me, and I felt as if I would melt into the floor. 

"Are you okay, baby sister?" he asked me, concern noticeable in his quiet voice. 

I did not trust my voice. I simply nodded, leaning forward a little to brace myself against the shelf. 

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a bit quieter, the concern much more noticeable. 

I nodded again, finding my voice at last. "I just needed to be touched, that's all." I turned my head toward my big brother, smiling sweetly. "I'm okay." 

It took a few seconds of gazing into my mirrored eyes for my fraternal twin to finally believe me. He smiled in return, his eyes sparkling, his concern giving way to his undying love for me. 

*****

We sat at a table in the center of the main room at La Note, waiting for our food and sipping the tasty French Roast coffee we enjoyed so much. La Note is such a popular place that there is very little room between many of the tables, and the tables themselves are smaller than one might expect, so it is not uncommon for people at the same table to knock knees. 

Because of the extremely close proximity inherent in dining at La Note, my big brother trapped my right knee between his knees. Above the tabletop, everything between us seemed fairly normal: We appeared to be just like any other brother and sister, about to enjoy a nice meal together at a nice restaurant. 

Yet beneath the tabletop, where virtually no one would notice, the tactile contact turned my legs to jelly. I slumped forward a little more upon the tabletop, my braless breasts falling further away from my chest to inadvertently provide my big brother with a better view down my dress. 

"Are you okay? You're suddenly much quieter." 

The all-too-familiar voice seemed distant. I felt detached from my own existence. All I could focus on was the fact that I was melting, that I was turning into a puddle of oozing ecstasy dripping off the chair. 

"Hey..." He took my hands in his, and my mind dissipated into mist inside my head. I was stoned from his touch, floating on an unfelt breeze, flying higher than a transatlantic jet. 

Yet I would not have wanted it any other way. 

*****

His soft, barely-audible sigh was really a long, slow, extended exhalation, then I heard nothing at all. On his stomach upon my bed, he was as naked as the night we were born, his muscles as soft as dough. He was extremely calm, extremely limp, extremely pliable as I touched him, barely stroking his oil-slickened back with my fingertips. With his eyes closed and his lips parted slightly, he was the personification of peacefulness, of contentedness, of complete surrender to the loving touches of his baby sister. 

Yet I was not immune. In the darkness, I touched him, and felt my own fingertips transforming into rays of brilliant sunshine, warming me as I warmed him. 

In time, I laid beside him, gently touching his back. In the dim glow of my laptop's screensaver, I felt as if I was touching an angel, a god, an entity greater than my mind could ever hope to comprehend. 

"I understand," he whispered, his voice barely audible even though his face was a mere inch away from mine. "Now I understand..." 

He did not open his eyes to see my smile, but I know he sensed the corners of my mouth turning upward. I continued to touch him, to cause him to feel as I had felt throughout the evening whenever he had touched me. There was indeed something special occurring, for neither of us had ever had such a profound reaction to the other's simple touch. 



Twins in College Ch. 47



Twins in College Ch. 47: Breasts

I still do not know why, but suddenly, out of the blue, I was so much more aware of them than ever before: 

Breasts. 

Granted, I had two breasts of my own: breasts which I loved to present to my big brother, breasts which I preferred to have unhindered for his gaze and for his touch. I enjoyed having him massage my breasts, lick my breasts, bite my breasts, squeeze my breasts, rest his head upon my breasts, and even severely whip my breasts. 

When in public, I enjoyed the attention others would often grant to my breasts. I especially liked the reactions of complete strangers when I wore a top with a plunging neckline, revealing a good amount of feminine flesh while still remaining socially acceptable, providing others with a nice view of my cleavage. I also liked the way I looked when I wore a tight-fitting top, my breasts straining as if fighting to be free of the garment. While I did not swim very often, I enjoyed wearing a bikini, displaying my breasts to the general public in a way which was socially acceptable yet which left scant little to the imagination. 

Suddenly, as I crossed my college campus between classes, the breasts surrounding me all beckoned to me, all demanded that I pay them my full attention: small breasts, average breasts, large breasts, high breasts, low breasts, covered breasts, nearly-uncovered breasts... The eye candy was abundant, making me ever more aware of my own breasts as I crossed the campus. 

A pair of bouncing breasts captured my attention as I spotted a young woman enjoying a late-morning jog across campus. I tried not to stare, tried not to look too intensely, while still admiring how they moved underneath her loose-fitting t-shirt. Tied back in a ponytail, the bobbing of her hair added to the overall visual appeal as she jogged toward me, and I had to consciously restrain myself from turning my head to watch her pass me on the wide sidewalk. 

Ahead of me, a college girl was on her back on one of the stone benches, her fingers interlaced beneath her head, the position causing her breasts to strain nicely against her fairly tight shirt. Discretely, I kept an eye on her, admiring the twin curves as they rose and fell from her chest, admiring the gentle rise and fall that signaled her breathing. 

Is this how my big brother views me? I wondered. Is this what he sees when I lay around nude for him? Is this how he reacts whenever he openly admires my chest, whether I am wearing clothes or not? 

I slowed a little, wanting to reach out to the girl on the stone bench and touch her - specifically, touch her breasts. I wanted to feel her breasts beneath my hands, feel their pliability as I closed my hands around them, squeezed them, kneaded them, manipulated them. 

...much like how my big brother would adoringly manhandle my breasts. 

I longed for my big brother's touch just then, to have him suddenly come up behind me, reach around me, and grab my breasts, initially squeezing them hard enough to be uncomfortable, then simply cupping them with his hands essentially forming a human bra as I leaned back into his chest. 

I glanced at the college girl on the bench one more time, and noticed her slyly glancing at me as well. I smiled, and she seemed startled initially before she returned the smile. It was a shared smile of recognition, so very similar to the smiles I had so often shared with my big brother: a shared smile of two individuals thinking the exact same thing. 

...and she and I were not even fraternal twins. 

At last, I made it to my class. The professor was fortunately male, or else I would have had yet another pair of breasts beckoning to me throughout the hour. As it was, my mind kept drifting, kept envisioning the many breasts I had seen on the way to class. As soon as the class had ended, I chatted briefly with one of my teammates about the next intramural volleyball match, then started back to Berkeley proper to work an afternoon shift at the video store. 

However, the breasts beckoned to me yet again, their appeal more and more alluring. I may as well have been a drug addict, craving a fix. Eventually, I simply could not take it any more. 

I had to touch a pair of breasts, even if they were only my own. 

I practically dove into the Linus Chemistry Building, and quickly spotted the restroom. I locked myself into a stall, took off my blouse and my bra, and began to fondle my breasts. 

My nipples were as hard as bullets, and each brush of my hands across my nipples closed the connection, sending electrifying sensations surging throughout my body. I thought yet again of the jogger, and especially of the college girl who had been laying on the stone bench, and imagined that I was actually touching their breasts... 

I was amazingly wet; I wondered if my thong could actually contain my desire. Somehow, I was able to remain quiet, so as not to call any undue attention to myself even as I heard a few people enter and exit the restroom. 

It was with some sadness that I finally donned the bra and blouse anew, and made my way to the video store. 

Upon arriving home that evening, I found my big brother cooking spaghetti for dinner. I stepped up behind him and hugged him tightly, enjoying the feel of my breasts pressing into his back. 

"My breasts are yours, Master," I whispered as he stirred the spaghetti. 

On my Master's order, I spent the evening naked, my breasts on display for him throughout dinner and as we studied together at the table. It was with great pride that I was later chained to the wall of the basement playroom, my back arched, my breasts thrust forward to provide better targets for my Master's flogger, the whipping light and erotic to cause me to moan and writhe sensuously. And that night in my bed, his hands seemingly never left my breasts as he made love to me, and when he could hold back no longer, he withdrew from my body and spilt his passion upon my heaving breasts. 

The next day, as I entered the BART station on the way to class, I recognized that my "fetish" with breasts had passed. Just as quickly as it had begun, it had come to an end. That saddened me in a way, but the previous twenty-four hours had certainly left me feeling more feminine than ever before.



Twins in College Ch. 48



Since Halloween was on a Tuesday, the neighborhood's official trick-or-treating time was scheduled for Sunday October 29, to provide for maximum safety for the many young children going from door to door in the quest for candy. 

After several weeks of indecision, my big brother and I finally agreed upon a scenario: I would be a naughty schoolgirl, and he would be the strict disciplinarian principal. I already had everything I needed, as did he, so there was no reason to go out and buy any costumes, just candy. 

I purposely waited until the day before the event to buy the candy, and I bought plenty of it. I secretly hoped that it would all be gone by evening the following day, so that I would not be tempted to eat it all myself. 

Then again, I told myself, I could also feed any leftover candy to my big brother and Master, and make his seed taste even sweeter than usual! 

I looked forward to the trick-or-treating. There is something almost magical about seeing all the little kids in their costumes. 

*****

Looking in the mirror, I quite liked the image I saw. The white blouse allowed a semi-transparent view of my black bra, and the red plaid tie helped draw my eyes to the black straining against the white. The bottom of my blouse was tied into a know to allow the garment to show off my stomach. The red plaid pleated miniskirt showed off my legs quite well, but it was long enough to hide my black thong. The knee-high white socks also drew attention to my legs. Brown Mary Janes, pigtails, my old black glasses, and my belly chain (my "collar") completed my naughty look. 

I went downstairs and found my big brother wearing his suit and his favorite black Mickey Mouse tie. He looked quite impressive, very much the counterpoint to the naughty image I wanted to portray for our visitors. And from the way he smiled upon seeing me descend the stairs, I knew that I had succeeded in achieving my desired reaction. 

"Let's make you look like an even naughtier schoolgirl," he suggested, stepping toward me. Loosening the red plaid tie, he released several of the top buttons of my blouse, providing a peak of my cleavage. His smile meant that he had achieved the desired result with me, and the hug we shared moments later confirmed his desire as I felt it grow against me. 

"Stay here," he said, then walked away, returning with the yardstick, the one purchase we had to make in order to provide more realism to the scenario we intended to present for our visitors. I knew what was about to come, and eagerly accepted the ten strikes with the yardstick, enjoying the warmth and the pain generated across my lower cheeks. 

In time, the trick-or-treaters began to arrive. My big brother and Master stood behind he, his presence unmistakable as he loudly and repeatedly threatened to spank me with the yardstick unless I handed out all the candy faster and faster. For my part, I played the nervous schoolgirl, handing out candy as the children and their older relatives came by the house, and secretly reveling in the not-so-discrete glances of the teenage boys and many of the men (and some of the women). I felt desired, sexy, and while I maintained the role of the nervous schoolgirl, I felt wonderful. 

When the trick-or-treating finally ended, my Master maintained his role. "Close the door, young lady." I did and turned to face him, maintaining my role as well, shuffling my feet nervously as I looked down at his feet, fidgeting with my hands. 

He stunned me by moving to my side and quickly and firmly grabbing my upper left arm. Before I could react, the yardstick smacked my backside. I hissed through my teeth at the impact, even though I had known that the yardstick would eventually be used to hurt me. 

"Such a naughty schoolgirl," he admonished me, "not wearing your uniform properly, especially with those top buttons undone and showing off your cleavage." He spanked me again with the yardstick, then turned me to face him and drew me close, hugging me with his left arm. Instinctively, I held him tightly, secretly wishing he would beat me again with the yardstick instead of simply sliding it across my ass. I felt him growing hard against me, and knew that my beating was soon to come. 

When the yardstick did finally strike me again, I gasped aloud, my eyes closed to savor the sting. "Beat me, Master," I pleaded with a whisper, falling out of my role. 

He did. He honored my request, adding numerous strips of discomfort to my existence. His actions caused me to move against him, against his hearty erection. My hands moved to his ass, clutching him, squeezing him, and thoroughly enjoying my faked discipline. He never truly struck me hard, nothing truly painful, but it was enough to satisfy my desire, my need, especially since it had been over a week since he had last beaten or spanked me. 

By the time the yardstick was finally cast aside, I was breathing hard, clutching my Master tightly, still squirming against his long, hard erection. He held me close, his love enveloping me, filling me, protecting me. 

*****

That night, as we cuddled nude in bed after making love, we chatted about the trick-or-treating, the kids' costumes, the subtle and not-so-subtle glances I had received. We eventually compared it to Halloween 2005, when we had dressed like Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Kamen and decorated our apartment with a Sailor Moon theme. While Halloween 2005 had been better sexually, Halloween 2006 was better in that, if we so chose, we could dress in the same outfits and essentially take our roleplay elsewhere, including in public. 

I dreamed of that, of being a naughty schoolgirl on a field trip, needing to be disciplined before returning to the school... 



Twins in College Ch. 49



I awoke in my big brother's arms, feeling his kiss upon the tip of my nose. Slowly, I stirred against him, my nude body pressing against his underneath the covers of my bed. When I finally opened my eyes, I had to close them again as he was about to kiss my left eye. 

"You're silly," I giggled, giving him a gentle squeeze. 

"I can't help it," he replied just as quietly. "You're beautiful." 

That compliment warmed me and brought a smile to my face. "Even when I'm barely awake, you make me feel beautiful... and sexy." 

"You're definitely very sexy," he affirmed, punctuating his agreement by squeezing me between my thighs, and my body involuntarily pressed against his hand. We shared a knowing smile, and I am certain that my eyes mirrored the deep, heartfelt love I saw burning in his eyes. 

His hand did not move from my sex. He continued to squeeze me gently, rhythmically, and I continued to press myself into his hand. "No," he chastised me softly as my eyes fluttered closed, "look at me." I gazed into his eyes and I lost myself... 

I had read many fantasy novels in which people would look into the eye of a dragon and see unbelievable things, or see the past, or perhaps see the future. That moment was a very similar one for me, for as I gazed into my big brother's eyes, I saw something at once fully believable, deeply desired, and utterly unlikely: 

I saw myself, wearing a pure white wedding dress with a long train, holding a beautiful large bouquet as I slowly walked down the lengthy center aisle of a massive cathedral, my smiling lips and sparkling eyes unmistakable through the veil, my father looking quite smart in a tuxedo as he escorted me toward the alter where a priest stood watch and my forbidden lover awaited with such a bright, intense glow of radiating love that everyone in the cathedral should truly have been blinded... 

A tear fell down my cheek, for that vision would never become reality. As gently as a warm summer breeze, the tear was plucked from my cheek long before it could tumble to the pillow. As each tear of sadness trickled from my eye, my big brother kissed it away, his hand still continuing to apply its sweet pressure to my wet womanhood. 

"I love you, baby sister," he whispered, then he kissed my lips softly. He swallowed my quiet sobs as I continued to move against his squeezing hand, my heart breaking knowing that the vision I had seen in his eyes would never come to fruition. I would never be permitted to have the stereotypical big church wedding which virtually every girl dreams of from a young age. I would never be permitted to marry – at least, I would never be permitted to marry the one person I truly loved, the one person who knew me better than anyone else on the planet, the one person who completed me so perfectly that we were essentially two halves of a whole. 

He made us whole. Even as I continued to cry, he rolled me to my back, slid over me underneath the covers, and slowly filled me, fulfilling me, completing me, continuing to kiss the tears from my face as I clutched at his back. He made love to me, slowly, respectfully, and gradually my sobs were transformed, molded into soft cries. I pulled him down upon me, making him crush me, his weight driving the breath from my lungs as he continued to move lovingly inside me, his breath in my ear both warm and invigorating as he whispered sweet nothings to me, his fingers tangling in my hair and tugging just enough to be erotic without truly hurting me. Even with his weight wonderfully crushing me, I arched up into him, my feminine swells pressing into his chest, my fingernails dragging across his shoulder blades, my voice quiet yet full of eternal love, with a new stream of tears canvassing my cheeks. 

"I love you, baby sister," he whispered, and that was the catalyst. As my orgasm washed over me like an incoming tide, he continued to whisper into my ear: "My sweet sister... My eternal love... I'm always yours... I will never leave you..." 

Only when my arms finally fell to my sides and my back was once again pressed against the mattress did my forbidden lover finally sit back upon his knees, slipping out of my wet sheath, his new position inherently pulling the covers away from me, exposing me to his appreciative eyes. After a few moments to recover my breath, I was straddling his thighs, impaling myself upon his lengthy manhood, moaning sweetly into his ear as he held me close. 

We remained joined like that for a long time as the natural light in the bedroom continued to brighten around us. Neither of us moved except for the occasional kiss or caress. My chest pressed to his, I could feel his heartbeat mirroring mine almost exactly, yet I would not have expected anything less from my cherished twin. 

Yet still the sense of sadness befell me. My eyes closed, I saw myself holding my big brother's hand, family and friends cheering and throwing seeds into the air as we emerged from the cathedral as a married couple and descended the steps toward the awaiting limousine, the birds of the area descending upon the unexpected feast as the assembled crowd followed the limousine when we began to drive away... 

The tears fell anew, yet I began to rock back and forth, feeling my forbidden lover touch me everywhere, both externally and especially internally. It almost felt as if he was stroking my heart, as if he had a pair of invisible hands reaching into my chest to hold my heart with the care of an expert artist painting an egg shell. 

"Brother!" I cried into his ear, clutching him tightly as I continued to rock back and forth upon him, my tears wetting his shoulder as he held me close and stroked the back of my head. When he at last succumbed to his desire, his hold on me tightened into a bear hug, crushing me as his love rose up into me like a high-pressured fountain, his grunts of release melodious in my ear, his orgasm triggering mine so that my love poured around him, bathed him, my voice singing with his even as my tears continued to fall... 

As we cuddled under the covers, I was finally asked the question I had known was coming: "Why so many tears this morning?" 

I sighed sadly, holding my forbidden lover a little tighter. "It really hit me that I will never be able to be your wife. We'll never be able to have a big wedding with family and friends. We'll never have a wonderful honeymoon in some exotic location. I'll never mother your children and grow old beside you. It all just hit me all at once. I love you so much, big brother, but I have no right to the benefits of a lifelong love like a married woman would have. It just hit me all at once, that's all." 

He nodded, giving me a squeeze. "It bothers me as well," he admitted, "but I didn't realize it was such a crushing issue for you." 

We lay there for a long time, cuddling in the nude, our love warming us but not providing any comfort for our inability to marry. 



Twins in College Ch. 50



"Your father and I have decided that since your Uncle Herbert hasn't been able to truly have Thanksgiving for the six years he's been working in Germany, that we would go to visit him this year." 

"That's nice, Mom," I said, sitting on the porch with the cordless phone, watching some kids play in the park across the street. 

"You and Victor are welcome to come home for Thanksgiving if you'd like," she offered, "even though we won't be here. Then again, knowing you two, that's probably exactly what you'd like!" 

I blushed, and the laugh heard across the miles made me blush even more profusely. 

"We'll be gone the Tuesday before Thanksgiving to the Tuesday afterward, so we won't see you at all if you decide to come home from college for the holiday. We can arrange to have one of the neighbors pick you two up from the airport and get you back if you'd like." 

"That's okay," I said. "We can either get a cab each way, or perhaps rent a car. There are also a few door-to-door shuttle services we could use." 

"True enough. Okay, then. Let me know if you two will be coming for Thanksgiving. If you are, I'll make sure the house is stocked with food and snacks for you." 

"Sounds good. I'll check with my big brother when he returns from work." 

"Good." Then my mother's voice took on a different tone: "Be a good baby sister for him, okay?" 

I knew exactly what she meant, and I blushed yet again. 

*****

"Well, we can either stay here for essentially free," my big brother reasoned as he was sprawled out upon the sofa, his head in my lap, "or we could pay the airfare and shuttle fees to go home. In either case, it will be just us." 

"Very true," I acknowledged, stroking his hair. "Then again, it would be worth it just to be back home for a while, even though it would be just us." 

"So you think we should go?" 

"It's not like we can't afford it!" I answered with a laugh. 

He smiled up at me, reaching upward to caress my cheek. "Then let's do it." 

"Then that settles it," I said. 

"That settles it," my big brother agreed. 

On impulse, I spit in my hand and held it out to him. He grinned, spit in his own hand, and we shook on it, sealing our decision. 

*****

I clutched my big brother tightly as I stood before him, naked save for the waist chain, earrings, and a thong. His hand down the front of my thong, he fingered me to yet another powerful orgasm as I cried out past his ear. 

When I had calmed at last, it was time to get dressed. When we left for the airport, the crotch of my thong was still nicely damp, a perpetual reminder of the illicit moments I had shared with my big brother. 

...and a precursor to the many illicit moments we would share over the long weekend. 

*****

As we approached the security checkpoint at Oakland International Airport, an officer with a police dog approached us. The officer paid us no attention, but the dog looked directly at me, its nose definitely atwitch. I wondered if once again, a dog was quite aware of my forbidden love for my big brother, and I blushed slightly. 

Fortunately, the officer did not notice, as he was intently listening to whatever was being said in his earpiece. My big brother, however, did notice, and made a snide comment about it one we were clearly out of earshot of the officer. 

*****

The Southwest flight was almost completely full. Fortunately, we were in the "A" group and were able to have first selection of seats. We opted for the last row on the left side of the plane, as usual. No one sat next to us, and the only person to sit across the aisle from us fell asleep even before the plane pushed back from the gate. 

Underneath the blanket we shared, my big brother and I held hands. We chatted quietly, often gazing out the window at the world beneath us. It was a calm, quiet flight, fortunately with no screaming children. Being literally above the clouds was rather fitting, as that was how I felt at the moment, knowing that I would be both returning home for a few days and able to spend that time alone with my big brother. 

"Will you be dominating me during this long weekend, Master?" I asked softly and sweetly, in my best possible "innocent little schoolgirl" voice as I batted my eyes. 

He only grinned and squeezed my hand. 

*****

In the commotion which follows an airplane landing, when everyone stands and stretches at once and tries to stampede off the plane, my Master leaned toward me. "You want me to dominate you? Then let it begin right now. Take your purse into the lavatory with you and take off your thong and put it in your purse. You are to wear nothing under your skirt until we get home, and then we'll reevaluate the situation. Understood?" 

"Yes, Master," I replied softly, trying not to smile too much. 

I had to wait to enter the lavatory, but when I did, I very quickly removed the thong. Lifting it to my nose, I inhaled my natural scent, recalling with a smile the multiple orgasms inflicted upon me earlier in the day. 

I had been granted several orgasms already, but my Master had not enjoyed a single climax yet that day. I had a strong suspicion that he would orgasm before I enjoyed another one, and that was fine with me. 

*****

We finally arrived at the family home, a light dusting of snow covering the street and the driveway and the grass. Our parents had left the lights on inside, and for just a moment, I nearly expected them to open the door and greet us. 

But I was happy that they were not even in the country. It felt right to share Thanksgiving in the family home alone with the one member of the family I loved the most. 

Our mother had indeed stocked the kitchen with food and snacks. Even though only two people would be in the house for the next few days, there was enough to feed the entire offensive line of any NFL team. 

Despite our travel fatigue, I made dinner for us. I still did not wear anything underneath my skirt, and I wished that I was not wearing anything at all. But, with the exception of a thong, I remained fully dressed - as did my big brother - until after dinner. 

After dinner, while I washed the dishes, my big brother built a small fire in the fireplace. By the time I had finished my task, the living room was aglow in dancing light, the curtains closed to ensure our intimate privacy. 

He sat on the floor before the fireplace, gazing into the flickering flames. I knelt behind him and wrapped my arms around him, and we remained like that for a long time, enjoying the quiet, enjoying the heat and the orange glow, enjoying the respectful love. 

I must have actually fallen asleep like that, for I suddenly found myself on my back upon the sofa, my big brother settling himself upon me. His weight pressing me into the sofa felt wonderful; his gentle kiss to the side of my neck added a nice touch to the moment. The fire had burned low, and the air was slightly cool, but my big brother warmed me, both with his body and with his love. 

Slowly, my big brother aroused me. It never took much for him to arouse me - just a touch, just a glance, just a single whisper - and he very soon had my body dripping directly onto my skirt and my whimpers filling his lungs. His hands electrified my skin as he slowly ground himself against my mons. I wrapped my arms around him, but then he took my hands and placed them on the sofa on either side of my thighs. 

"Don't touch," he said, "just feel." 

"Yes, Master." 

It was difficult, for I love to touch my big brother, to hold him close, to caress his body. Yet it was also thrilling, to be restrained by only his soft-spoken command, to be the object of his apparent desire, to feel his hardness continually pressing against me as his hands ignited my skin and his lips left burning marks upon my neck and cheeks. His slow, thoughtful, loving adoration aroused me further, causing my heartbeat and my breathing to both quicken noticeably. 

In time, he slid off me, kneeling on the floor beside the sofa. Our eyes met, and I could see the flame of love and desire burning brightly within him. I started to reach for him, but he slapped my hand away; I was still bound by his command. Once my hand had been replaced, he touched me again, one hand on my chest and one hand stroking my hair. 

"I want to make love to you," my big brother whispered. "I want to slowly slide into you, feel your body give way for me, slowly fill you and listen to you gasp and moan for me." 

His words aroused me even more than the action of his hands. 

"And when I am fully inside you, I want to kiss you, long and slow and deep as I slowly back out of you and fill you again." 

"Yes..." I whispered, both picturing and feeling the scenario he created with his words. 

"We won't be Master and slave, and we won't be brother and sister. We'll simply be two longtime lovers loving each other slowly all night long, right here, here on the sofa, or maybe before the fireplace, slowly adoring each other until we cannot take any more and finally realizing a beautiful climax together, just as the sun finally rises..." 

"Yes!" 

"Do you want that as well?" he asked in a whisper. 

I wanted it, and he gave it to me. We did not last until sunrise - instead, sunrise brought about the third climax for each of us, and only then did we finally go to bed. 

*****

It was nearly noon when my big brother finally awoke, joining me in the shower. We held each other close as the warm water cascaded down upon us, and in time, I picked up his favorite soap and his washcloth and began to wash him, just like a dutiful slave washes her loving Master. When he had been fully cleaned, he leaned against the wall of the shower, watching me as I washed myself again, slowly stroking himself in a not-so-subtle signal of what he wanted from me. 

Kneeling before my big brother and Master at last, I clasped my hands behind me and closed my eyes, opening my mouth, my face upturned like a baby bird waiting to be fed. 

He fed me. He grabbed my hair to guide my head as he wanted, so that he could use my mouth to bring about his own pleasure, but, ultimately, he fed me, and, perhaps because we were in the family home once again, his love was particularly tasty. 

*****

Our parents called from Germany as I was standing naked in the kitchen, fixing what was to be Thanksgiving dinner. My big brother spoke with them for quite some time before he brought the cordless phone to me. Because I was in the middle of cooking, I did not talk long, but it was indeed strange to be naked while speaking to our father, even though he almost certainly had no idea of just how close my big brother and I truly were. Even our mother both knew about and actually condoned the forbidden relationship, being naked while speaking with her was nearly as strange. Fortunately, I had the excuse of cooking to cut the conversations with our parents short, and that brought the "strange" feeling to a much-needed end. 

Dinner was a small turkey, dressing, baked potatoes, salad, and football. It would have been nice to be able to have some wine with dinner, but since we were not yet of legal drinking age and our parents were not home to serve it to us and supervise our limited consumption, we decided not to open the wine which our parents had left behind for us, especially since several neighbors and family friends - including a police officer - knew that we would be home for Thanksgiving, and it would not have been out of the question for any of them to call or drop by just to check up on us. 

As we finished dinner, my big brother seemed to suddenly have a realization, which was imprinted upon his face. "Wait a minute," he said. "What about dessert? I don't recall you making anything for dessert." 

"Two reasons," I replied. "One, we've just eaten a lot, so I think we can wait a bit for dessert. Two, dessert does not need to be 'made.' Okay?" 

He gave me a very quizzical look. "You've baffled me, baby sister." 

I simply smiled, somewhat proud of myself. After all, it was not often that I could confuse my big brother like this. "Let's save dessert until, say, halftime of the second game." 

Following dinner, still fully naked, I put away the leftovers and washed the dishes, then joined my big brother and Master, laying on the sofa with my head in his lap. His hand naturally drifted toward my chest, cupping a breast and squeezing occasionally as we watched football and chatted about everything and nothing. 

As halftime of the second game approached, I reluctantly extricated myself from his arousing touches and went to the kitchen. There had been a can of whip cream in the refrigerator when we came home; I quickly found it and shook it, then made my way to the dining room table. Once on my back upon the table, I set the can between my thighs, not touching me but certainly close enough that I could sense the cold emanating from it, cooling my thighs and my damp sex. 

When I heard the first half come to and end, I called out to my big brother, inviting him to come have his dessert. The expression upon his face when he saw me was of surprise laced with great appreciation. I laughed softly, fondling my own breasts to further entice him to come to me. 

He kissed me first, a slow, lingering, adoring kiss. As the kiss lengthened, as I felt as if I would melt upon the table and drip down to the floor, he caressed my cheek, and even traced a heart symbol with his fingernail. 

"Dessert, indeed!" he whispered when he finally stood erect once again. We shared a loving smile and I reached for him, for his jeans, touching him in a way a baby sister should never touch her big brother, but that touch lasted only a few seconds before he stepped back and made his way around the table. 

He sat at the end of the table, and moved the can of whip cream to the outside of my left leg, then used my legs to pull me toward him, ultimately positioning my legs over his shoulders. "I like this view," he commented, and we both shared a quiet laugh together. 

...until I took the can and pressed it to me, directly between my thighs, directly against my moistened sex. The cold caused me to gasp instantly, and my initial reaction was to push the can away. "Endure," was all my Master had to say, and my hands fell to my sides upon the table, the cold seeping through my body even after he had finally relented and pulled the can away. 

"Good girl," he praised me. "Maybe I will eat you for dessert after all." 

"Please," I whispered. 

"Please what?" 

"Please eat me." 

"Please what?" 

"Please eat me, Master." 

Leaning forward, he applied his tongue to my sex for the first time in several days, and the sound which rippled past my throat was unlike any I could remember having ever made previously in my life. He established a slow rhythm, his tongue moving across my feminine stage like a world-renowned ballerina performing for an audience of expert critics. My hands played in his hair as he tongue and eventually his fingers played in my body. I could not remain still, nor could I remain quiet; my big brother and Master was loving me, and I could not restrain my natural responses. 

Halftime ended, and still he was sampling my nectar, still he was suckling my clitoris as if it were a nipple which could give him milk, still I was crying out softly as he lovingly manipulated my body to another beautiful climax. There was such a strong connection between us at that time that the Pope himself could have walked into the house and I would not have cared. 

Yet, in the back of my mind, I wished that Regina could be here to witness this intimate moment, this unselfish giving of myself to my big brother - and to her, if she were present to join him in the partaking of me. 

He relented, and I glared down my body at him, then instantly softened my gaze as I watched him pick up the can of whip cream, shake it again, and prepare to anoint me with its contents. 

The first touch of the cold topping upon my clitoris made me shudder, then made me groan softly. Seconds later, the cold was replaced by warmth as the all-too-familiar lips closed around the dollop of white and the gentle tongue drew the cold substance away from my feminine body. The resultant sucking was the icing on the sensation, adding another layer of delight to the experience. 

"My baby sister is rather tasty," he quipped, looking directly up my body at my face. I tried to imagine what he was seeing, with my face essentially "framed" by my breasts due to his position between my thighs. 

"There's more of me, you know," I replied softly. 

Throughout the third quarter, I was essentially a Baby Sister Sundae. Whip cream would be added to my body, usually to my breasts, then slowly licked away. After a quick trip to the kitchen, my big brother and Master returned with an unopened bottle of ice cream topping, and my body was soon a chocolaty mess, yet neither of us minded at all, so long as we were careful enough to not allow the topping or the whip cream to trickle onto the table or - even worse - onto the floor. 

As he finished watching the game, I showered alone, my body still "remembering" the cold of the whip cream and the warmth of his tongue. As I washed the last of my Master's dessert from my skin, I smiled, promising myself that I would do this for him again sometime soon. 

...perhaps when Regina next came over to play. 

*****

"Are you sure you don't want to join me?" I asked as my big brother and Master massaged my bare back. 

"I'm sure," he replied. "You know I don't care much for large crowds, the day-after-Thanksgiving crowds especially." 

"Okay." 

Daylight had not yet graced the sky, yet he was willing to awaken with me, spend a little time massaging lotion into my skin, and send me off to spend unknown sums of money. In fact, while I showered, he even made French toast and coffee so that I would not need to stop my spending to find something to eat. 

It was with a full belly and a big smile that I started the truck and drove toward the nearest mall as the first rays of daylight whispered across the far eastern horizon. 

Certainly, was looking for gifts for the holidays, but primarily, I was shopping for something to use as a nice surprise for my big brother, my Master, my lover. 

I found what I was looking for, and part of the surprise was not found at the mall. 

I presented it to him that night after dinner. As he was watching the news, I entered the living room, wearing only the waist chain, and knelt before him, the packages across my upturned palms. 

He smiled, using the remote to turn off the news and leaning forward to retrieve the packages from my hands. 

To his credit, my Master engaged in long, fulfilling foreplay with me even before we made it to his bedroom. He had me so wet, so desperate, that I was pleading, begging for him to finally undress and simply fuck me, not even caring about the packages he had yet to open. He had to pin me down to keep me from trying to rip off his clothes, and even the familiarity of my deeply-felt submission to him and him alone was not enough to calm me enough to wait for when he was ready to finally take me. 

Finally having had enough, he slapped me - hard - across the face. He had never done that to me before in any role, and the sudden act stunned me long enough to humble me, to remind me of my place in our illicit relationship. As the shock consumed me, then and only then did he finally open the first package, a pair of thickly-padded cuffs with lengthy tethers, and ultimately secure me to the posts of his bed's headboard. 

The foreplay resumed, yet the shock of the slap remained with me even as my body moved against his hands and against his mouth. He played my body exquisitely, like a cherished ancient violin, producing such beautiful sounds from me that they pulled even at my own heart as I pulled against the secure bonds. 




Twins in College Ch. 51



With a final violent trembling, I collapsed forward, falling onto my big brother's heaving chest. We clutched each other fiercely despite the shared post-orgasmic haze, and I moaned softly into his neck upon feeling him twitch within me. 

It was a very climactic way to begin the day. 

*****

As we strolled through Berkeley on that Saturday afternoon, shopping and stopping for coffee and just generally enjoying the sights and sounds of the holiday season, I kept thinking back to the morning. At times, I could have sworn that I felt my big brother's hands gripping my breasts and I impaled myself upon him. Standing in a used bookstore perusing the fantasy section, I was almost certain that I could hear my big brother's grunts as he tried to hold back his furious desire. As I leaned against him while we stood in line at a family-owned coffee shop, my body remembered how he had gently stroked my clitoris with his fingernail to send additional shockwaves of ecstasy coursing throughout my being. At random times throughout the day, I heard the echoes of my own passionate cries ringing in my ears, each time reverberating inside my skull before fading into the background noise of the holiday throng. As I grabbed my big brother's arm to prevent him from being run down by a speeding car, I recalled how the skin of his shoulders had given way to the growing pressure of my fingernails. Sitting across a coffee shop table from him, I again envisioned the contortion of his face in those final moments before he had volleyed his hot incestuous love deep into my core. 

As we sat together toward the back of a bus to return home, I took my big brother's hand and pressed it firmly to the crotch of my jeans. No one was sitting near us, and we continued to chat quietly, but the message was unmistakable. And from the gentle pressure of his fingers, the message had definitely been received. 

"I've been thinking about this morning all day long," I finally admitted, my voice softer than it had been. "Every little thing reminds me of this morning." 

He only smiled, his eyes alight with typical male pride that he had thrilled me to such an extent that I was thinking about it even as dinnertime neared. My smile mirrored his own, for I felt so proud to have someone fulfill me and thrill me to such an extent. 

"I've been thinking about it today as well," he admitted, his voice equally quiet. "I've always liked having you on top of me, riding me, your breasts and your hair bouncing nicely as you rise and fall." 

I grinned, even as I blushed. I could feel my chest heating, then my neck and my face. Then I moaned softly as my big brother's fingertips applied more pressure, one finger positioned perfectly with only my jeans and my thong thwarting a direct tactile contact with my clitoris. 

If any of the passengers in front of us had heard my moan and noticed the expression upon my face and the physical similarity with my forbidden lover, I did not notice and I most definitely did not care. 

*****

Once back at the house, the desire which had been simmering all day long finally reached its boiling point and would not be denied. The front door was left slightly ajar as I was pushed back against the wall, a knee pressed into my crotch. With one mind, my big brother and I both dropped our bags to the floor. 

"I want you," he growled, "now!" 

There is no graceful way to describe the ungraceful act of two heated individuals hurriedly stripping each other. It can best be equated to a fumble in football: Suddenly, everyone in the vicinity of the oddly-shaped "ball" start doing anything possible to gain control of it and beauty and gracefulness be damned. We were no different, for we were simply grabbing at clothing and doing anything and everything possible to render each other naked. I only know that as I was stripped, the neckline of my t-shirt was ripped, and at one point, the back of my head hit the wall fairly hard. 

Then, suddenly, one leg wrapped around my big brother's waist, only wearing my socks and with my bra barely hanging on to my shoulder by a single strap, I was impaled rapidly, my sex spread open so quickly that I screamed from the swiftness and the pain as I clawed at my big brother's back. 

He mauled me as he fucked me, and I did the same to him. We growled and yelled and spat obscenities between rough gropes and hard bites and deep scratches, the pleasure and the pain intertwining to further propel us into the realm of the primal. If people were walking past the house as we fucked, they certainly received an earful, for we were not loving humans - we were raging beasts. 

When we at last collapsed into a sated tangle on the floor of the entryway, only then did I realize that either the door has been left more than just slightly ajar or the significant evening wind had blown it further open. Fortunately, no one was standing on the street or in the park watching us, and in the two cars passing by in opposite directions, the lone drivers would have been too focused on not hitting each other to have noticed us. With a nudge of my foot, the door closed at last, and I let my head fall back onto my big brother's arm as I tried to regain my breath. 

*****

Sitting on the sofa that night watching Perfect Blue again, I turned to my big brother at one point and pulled at the neckline of his sweatshirt, revealing several prominent bite marks upon his shoulder. We gave each other a knowing smile, and his hand rose to my chest, reigniting the dull ache from where his fingernails had burrowed deep into my feminine flesh. 

Even several hours later, we were both still well marked, our bodies bearing the claims we had made on each other, signifying to anyone who might see our bare skin that we were indeed the closest - and perhaps the most primal - of fated lovers. 



Twins in College Ch. 52



"How would you like to have an end-of-semester mini-vacation like we did last year?" my big brother asked me as soon as I had entered the house. 

"Back to Little Tokyo?" I asked. "Back to the hotel? That sounds good." 

"Better," he replied with a grin, helping me out of my jacket. 

That had me intrigued. Whenever he grinned like that, I knew that he had an idea that I would simply adore. 

*****

We drove for hours, up into the mountains, up into the snow and ice, the four-wheel drive on the SUV certainly getting a workout. While he had never previously driven a real vehicle with four-wheel drive, all the experience with racing games had taught him how to do it, and my big brother had virtually no trouble whatsoever. 

At last, we arrived: a small secluded cabin, well off the beaten path. Even before he had parked the SUV, I was hugging my big brother, thrilled at his surprise. 

One long weekend alone in the snow-covered mountains... and it was still daylight on Friday. 

This was definitely worth the complex trading of numerous shifts at the video store which would leave me working virtually non-stop for four days straight between Christmas and the end of the year. 

"How did you find this place?" I asked, finally separating from my big brother. "This is beautiful!" 

It was indeed beautiful. The small cabin with a narrow wrap-around porch was perched in the middle of a wide clearing, with about a foot of pure virgin white snow covering the scene. The mountain sloped gently upward to the north to the summit, and a fairly significant descent, fortunately barricaded by a snow-covered wooden fence, marked the south side of the area. 

"Some online research," he replied with a wink and an I'm-not-divulging-my-secrets smile. 

The interior of the cabin was just as beautiful as the exterior. Dark wood dominated the furnishings: table, four chairs, king-size bed, dressers, armoir, cabinets, mantle, bookcase, coffee table... Dark colors dominated the decorations: a lot of navy blue, dark gray, black. It seemed as if the cabin had been designed for darker passions, for painful pleasures. 

That was just fine with me. 

The kitchen was already stocked with food, both ready-to-eat microwavable meals and enough supplies to prepare our own food for up to a week, even though we would only be at the cabin until about midday Sunday. Then again, in a snow-prone area in winter, it made sense to ensure that we could survive for up to a week if necessary. 

There was fortunately running water and a flushing toilet. Granted, I had been camping quite a few times, including twice during the winter, but having running water and a flushing toilet made the weekend even better, even before the weekend had really begun. There was also electricity, which was an added bonus. In case we did get snowed in for some time, there were numerous candles and countless gallons of bottled water in a closet, and a generator outside with fuel for the generator stored in a small shed behind the cabin. 

We had everything we could possibly need for the weekend, including the most important thing of all: We had each other. 

As a special bonus, there was even a tall, albeit artificial Christmas tree in the main room, already decorated beautifully with ornaments and lights and fake snow with a wide white skirt at its base. Underneath were a few gifts, each bearing my name written in my big brother's handwriting. Clearly, he had planned this weekend well in advance, and had even sent these gifts ahead to be placed here prior to our arrival. 

I hugged him close, a tear in my eye from the joy I felt from his thoughtfulness and from the overall surprise. But I could not open the gifts until the following morning, for that would be, as he said, "our special Christmas." 

*****

As the sun set, I leaned against the railing of the wrap-around porch on the west side of the cabin. Standing behind me, my big brother held me snugly, kissing the back of my head. Nothing was said as we enjoyed the quiet and the beauty of Nature, far away from the noise and the busy lifestyle of Berkeley. 

We stood on the porch until the final rays of daylight had disappeared from the sky. Clouds were moving in to obscure the stars and filter the light of the moon, but the scene remained beautiful and serene. Snow had been forecast for that night, adding another layer of purity to the mountainside. 

"Let's go back inside," my big brother finally whispered into my ear. "I believe dinner and wine would be appropriate for tonight." 

"Wine?" I asked, surprised, and he laughed softly into my ear. 

"Wine," he confirmed. "The management only knew that I was paying with a credit card. They didn't know that neither of us are twenty-one yet, and they provided a bottle of wine when they stocked the cabin for us." 

I had tasted wine previously. Back home, our parents had occasionally allowed us to drink wine, but only in their presence and only a very little, and only if we were not planning to go anywhere that night. But there was definitely something appealing about having wine on our own for the first time, thousands of miles away from our parents, seemingly millions of miles away from any other humans. 

After giving me a final squeeze, my big brother offered me his arm, which I gladly accepted so he could lead me back inside. 

Dinner was indeed nice. We dined by candlelight, sharing a meal of spaghetti, salad, bread, and wine. The alcohol went to my head quickly, even though I was very slow to drink it, and I had quite a heady feeling by the time we had finished eating. While my big brother cleared away the dishes and the leftovers, I stretched out on the sofa, my eyes closed, definitely thankful that I was not planning to drive anywhere but wondering how I would fare in one of the racing games if we had brought our console with us. 

Soon, my big brother knelt beside the sofa. I could still smell the alcohol upon his breath, and somehow, it was an aphrodisiac for me. Perhaps it was the fact that I was also feeling a little tipsy which delighted my mind. Perhaps it was the thought that guys sometimes take advantage of young college women who have been drinking, and while I would never accuse my big brother of taking advantage of me, he certainly did take me regularly. 

His hand upon my breast somehow felt warmer than usual. He simply nonchalantly rested his hand upon me, as if submitting himself to a handscan to enter a secure military installation. I placed my hand upon his, and we shared a long, loving gaze in the dim candlelight of the main room. Certainly, he could feel the beating of my heart through my breast, and he could thus feel the rhythm of my forbidden love for him. 

I sighed contentedly when he at last bent forward to kiss my neck. He squeezed my breast, my sigh turning into a soft moan. When his lips finally met mine, I was ready to melt; he could have molded me into anything his heart desired and I would have acquiesced without a second thought. 

"I like the smell of the alcohol on your breath," my big brother whispered, and I had to giggle, for I could very easily have given him the exact same observation. 

However, his renewed kiss silenced me. In fact, his renewed kiss sucked the breath from me, emptied my lungs, leaving me gasping when his head was finally lifted away. Yet his hand was still upon my breast, rising and falling as my lungs vied for oxygen. 

"My beautiful twin," he complimented me, causing my heart to swell within my chest. "My better half." 

I laughed openly at that for a moment, which brought a smile to his lips. "How can one twin be better than the other?" I challenged him, squeezing his hand upon my breast and thus causing him to squeeze my breast anew. 

"You may have a point there, baby sister," he acknowledged, then silenced me with another kiss. 

We bantered back and forth for a long time, our comments interspersed between kisses. Yet his hand never moved from my breast, only giving an occasional squeeze or caress. 

"Turn on the tree lights," I finally requested, barely able to discern the alcohol on either his breath or mine. Only then did my big brother remove his hand from my breast, and even though he was never more than a few feet away from me, I felt a slight sadness at no longer having him touch me, especially there. 

Fortunately, the sadness was short-lived, for a few moments later, multicolored lights flashed in the room: red and green and yellow and orange and blue, the lights on the tree blinked in random patterns, adding a cheeriness befitting of the holiday season. I knew my eyes were sparkling even before I saw how my big brother smiled at me as he returned and again knelt beside the sofa, his hand returning to my breast and squeezing with lust as he kissed me in earnest. 

When he pulled away and moved his hands to the top of my sweater, I was definitely ready, needing to be naked before him. I wanted to give myself to him, to give and give and give and give and give and give until he had taken everything within me. Yet he moved slowly, purposefully, respectfully, lovingly, unbuttoning my sweater with the care of someone unwrapping a gift which is known to be extremely fragile. 

He parted my sweater, then bent down to kiss my stomach through the camisole I wore. My hands in his hair, I guided him, directing his lips back toward my chest, where he kissed me directly over my heart, his lips lingering there for quite some time before his hand slipped underneath the camisole, stroking my skin before ultimately kneading my breast through my bra. 

"Please, big brother," I pleaded softly. But he backed away, withdrawing his hands and his lips, and ultimately standing beside the sofa. I reached for him, stroking the noticeable bulge at the front of his jeans, looking up at him with heartfelt desire. 

He took my hand, and pulled me up to stand before him. We embraced in the dancing multicolor light emanating from the tree, our hearts practically beating in unison. Even as the kiss lingered, he moved his hands to my shoulders, slipping the sweater from my frame. 

I stood there as my big brother adored me, kissing me and touching me as he undressed me, camisole, jeans, socks, bra, and thong ultimately joining the sweater upon the floor. All I wore was a loving smile as he picked me up and carried me to the darkened bedroom, depositing me at the center of the king-size bed. 

Once again, I was fully naked while he was fully clothed. While he was clearly not dominating me, I thought of my big brother for a moment as my Master, my Owner. I was his to command, his to pleasure or hurt at his whim, his to mold into the woman he desired by any means he deemed necessary. As these thoughts filled my mind, as my desire continued to seep from me, I watched as he moved about, finding the matches and lighting the few candles scattered about the bedroom, bathing my nudity with the dim flickering light. 

"Please," I whispered as he returned to the bed. 

His reply was to lay beside my naked form and take me into his arms. The slight chill in the air had hardened my nipples quite nicely, and they were pressed firmly into his covered chest, yet I was certain that he could feel those small hardened buds attempting to bore through his clothes to grace his flesh. 

We kissed as we moved against each other. My big brother's hands seemed to set my bare skin aflame. His covered erection was unmistakable against me, then became even more prominent as I was rolled to my back and crushed underneath his weight, the meaty manhood heavy upon me. "Please!" I begged between kisses, yet my plea was ignored as he continued to move against me, continued to paw me, continued to kiss me, continued to tease me. Each time I tried to remove his sweatshirt or reach between us to unbuckle his belt, he shoved my hands away, and ultimately, I groaned aloud with lustful frustration. 

Finally, he began to move down my body, his caresses and kisses turning into scratches and bites. As his actions intensified, I yelped more and more often, secretly hoping my body would proudly bear the markings of his fingernails and his teeth for days and even years to come. When he was at last positioned between my legs, he pried me open with his fingers and pushed his tongue into me, and that alone was very nearly enough to push me over the precipice, as signaled by my voice and the pressing of my thighs against his ears. 

He played me. His lips and his tongue and his fingers and even his teeth played me like a cherished instrument, and I sang accordingly, performing a symphony of one for an audience of one. I clutched at his wrists, at his head, at the comforter. My body lurched and twisted of its own accord. The pleasure was so intense that tears trickled down my cheeks. 

When he at last lifted himself from the vice of my thighs, I could do nothing more but lay still upon the massive bed and struggle for air as I watched him stand and undress, taking his time, seducing me, ultimately rendering himself naked before me. My big brother was evidently ready to plunder me, to use my body for his own pleasure. 

The sheathing was swift and fulfilling in its own right. We kissed briefly, then I clutched at him with my arms and my legs as he made love to me, his pace ever quickening, his thrusts ever harder, my cries ever louder. The only pause came when he suddenly withdrew from me and manhandled me to position me on my hands and knees before plowing into my body anew, painfully gripping my breasts for leverage as he fucked me with wild abandon, rutting into me with a solitary purpose, and I enjoyed it immensely! 

My belly full of incestuous love, I lay upon the large bed, sated, satisfied, my entire being abuzz as he lay collapsed upon me, his breath hot in my ear, his hands still cradling my breasts. "Dearest sister," he whispered, twitching inside me as my body continued to milk the love from him. 

"Dearest Master," I replied softly between my own gasps for air, for we had transitioned from the respect of fated lovers to the potential harshness of BDSM. 

*****

I awoke first, before the first hint of daylight graced the sky. For a few moments, I simply listened to my big brother's gentle breathing, then slipped from the bed to light the candles, my nipples hardening and goose bumps forming upon my skin from the cool air of the bedroom. 

When I returned to the bed, my big brother awaited me with open arms and a handsome smile. I slipped under the covers with him and melted into his hold, sighing contentedly into his neck. 

"There once was a baby sister..." he began, and proceeded to tell a story about how he had perceived the events since our arrival at the mountainside cabin. And at the end of the story, he slowly entered me and made love to me as daylight finally overpowered the candlelight. 

*****

As I sat on the sofa in the multicolored light of the tree, my big brother handed me one of the gifts, a small package which was short and rectangular and rather flexible. "At least it's not ticking," I chided him, and we laughed together. Kneeling before me, a position he rarely would ever take with me, he caressed my lower legs, warming them as they stuck out from underneath my robe while I slowly removed the metallic pink wrapping paper. 

It was not particularly surprising when I found a Supergirl outfit in my lap. Remembering a previous mini-vacation when I was dressed as Wonder Woman and was bound and subjected to my Master's whims, remembering the several times we had discussed that event, I grinned at my big brother, my Master, both of us knowing that before the end of the day, I would a Supergirl, helpless and able only to endure whatever pain and pleasure he chose to bestow upon me. 

"You like having a captured superheroine all for yourself, don't you?" 

He laughed in response. 

"Of course, you know what this means for next October..." I suggested. 

"We'll see," he replied as he leaned toward the tree to bring me another gift. 

This one was a small box, also wrapped in metallic pink wrapping paper. When I finally opened the box itself, I was perplexed by the greenish rock-like object inside. 

"Kryptonite," I was informed, and it made sense. Clearly, instead of simply having a helpless superheorine before him, my Master planned for us to truly roleplay my helplessness. 

I liked the idea. 

"This one is entirely unrelated," he said as he handed me the final gift. Also wrapped in metallic pink wrapping paper, I had a strong feeling that it was still more clothing. I paused to guess what it might be -- a corset? skimpy lingerie? 

To my surprise, it was a regular black t-shirt with large white lettering across the chest declaring "Kiss me with leather." 

Knowing that the belt he usually wore was made of leather, I figured that before the weekend had ended, I would be wearing this t-shirt as he applied the belt to me. That prospect made me smile. 

*****

Typically, I do all the cooking and cleaning, except on the semi-rare occasion when my big brother wants to cook. Given that he had prepared dinner the night before, I was rather surprised when he chased me from the kitchen so that he could fix breakfast for us. For a moment, I had no idea what to do with myself. So I decided to get properly prepared for the day, finally emerging wearing the "Kiss me with leather" t-shirt and a black thong with a red print of feminine lips at the front. When I finally answered my big brother's call for breakfast, he whistled appreciatively, his eyes undressing me even as he served French toast and eggs onto two plates. Yet even after breakfast was finished, he would not allow me to clear away the dishes. 

So instead, I went outside again, looking out across the valley at the opposite mountainside. The snowy morning was beautiful, quiet, serene. A few flakes of white descended from the sky, adding to the covering upon the ground. Pulling the hood of my sweatshirt over my head, I stepped off the wrap-around porch, enjoying the sound of the virgin snow crunching underneath my feet as I walked toward the fence. A few birds chirped nearby somewhere, but otherwise, all was quiet. 

The quiet before the storm. 

I envisioned myself hogtied in the snow, dressed in the gifted Supergirl outfit, shivering from the cold and screaming from repeated blows from my Master's belt. How would Supergirl react to such a situation? I wondered. Would she really scream from the pain? Would she endure it as silently as possible? Even if surrounded by kryptonite, would she be able to break free of her bonds and launch a counterattack? 

Could I ever counterattack upon my Master? 

Would I ever counterattack upon my Master? 

Eventually, while I was still lost in my thoughts, I felt a hand upon my shoulder, and turned directly into my big brother's embrace. 

Two lovers stood in the quiet of winter, holding each other close as their lips formed a heartfelt seal, completely oblivious to the cold and to the falling snow. 

*****

Perhaps an hour later, there was no silence. There were plenty of screams, plenty of tears, plenty of struggles. 

I would be a poor substitute for Supergirl, even if she really was surrounded by kryptonite. I simply could not imagine Supergirl ever screaming quite like I did, with a voice shrill and piercing. 

But, I reasoned to myself, at least I did not plead for mercy. Bound to the table, completely unable to protect myself, the bullwhip my Master had secretly bought and brought with him was used to batter my body, especially my feminine features. Never had I endured as much pain as when he focused his attention between my legs, my skirt bunched up around my waist to provide him with unhindered access to my sex. 




Twins in College Ch. 53



The holiday break was about to come to an end. My big brother and I had gone home for four days, and spent three days in Seattle to celebrate the start of 2007 with a mutual friend from high school. I had spent as much time as possible working at the video store, while he had decided to quit his job and was looking for something different. We had bought our textbooks for the coming semester at our respective colleges, and were rested enough to resume our educations. 

However, it had been a long, long time since we had made use of the basement dungeon. If anything, my Master or I would go to the basement, gather a few supplies, and bring them upstairs. The main reason was that the dungeon itself was not connected with the rest of the house's heating system. There must have been a reason for that when the house was built, but neither of us could truly understand it. 

On the final night of the holiday break, however, we went to the basement dungeon together. In fact, my big brother and Master carried me down the basement steps and through the front room of the basement, the proximity of the furnace making me feel quite warm in my sweatshirt and jeans. I turned the knob, and was carried into the dungeon itself. 

The bolts, the chains, the floggers on the walls, the self-assemble spanking bench we had bought, the dressers full of supplies... it was all instantly familiar, and I felt quite at home. I could also feel the change of air temperature, sending a small chill down my spine. 

"Your choice tonight," he whispered as he set me down on my feet. "You choose what and how." 

We shared an illicit gaze as I thought about it. He reached up to stroke my cheek, his hand quite warm against my face. 

At last, I decided. "Blindfold me," I requested, "with my wrists chained above me. Use a spreader bar between my ankles. Then just touch me. Just touch me..." 

"That sounds quite nice," he replied softly before kissing my forehead. 

It took my loving Master a few moments to gather the supplies, then he returned and positioned me to stand beneath a pair of chains dangling from a strong bolt in the ceiling. I liked it, standing away from the walls, since that would allow him to touch all of me, not just one side of me. 

His actions were slow, thoughtful, caring. There was a lot of eye contact between us and more than a few contented smiles as he applied each wrist cuff and connected it with a double-headed clip to one of the dangling chains. My arms were not quite directly over my head, the chains loose enough to give me a bit of slack, important for struggling in my bonds when I was being paddled or spanked or whipped while in this vulnerable position. 

My sex was already beginning to moisten in anticipation. "Master..." I whispered despite myself, and he kissed my forehead again, then started to slowly work his way down my body, touching me like a brother should never touch his sister, adoring me like a man should always revere a woman. As his hands kneaded my ass and his lips kissed the crotch of my jeans, I wondered if he could smell my desire, if he knew that I was already wet for him. Despite the cool air in the dungeon, I secretly wished that instead of a thong and jeans, I was wearing only a miniskirt, without a thong, so that he could better smell my desire and see my love for him trickling down my legs. 

Even as he applied the ankle cuffs and connected them to either end of the spreader bar, I felt my Master's forbidden love for me. It was evident in the slow, graceful, methodical motions of his hands. It was evident in the time he took to ensure the security of the buckles, the strength of the snaps, the slightly-strained parting of my legs. When he finally looked up my body once more to inspect his handiwork, I saw the genuine excitement, still evident after all this time, of having his forbidden twin helplessly bound before him of her own free will. 

Standing at last, my Master reached into the back pocket of his jeans and withdrew the blindfold. We shared one last loving gaze before he plunged me into a world of erotic darkness. 

He touched me, and I responded. Five millennia could have passed -- I lost all sense of time as he touched me, his hands sculpting me into a whimpering young slave leaking her love. As he touched me, he kissed my neck and my face, his lips burning upon my skin. He had me writhing -- writhing against the bonds, writhing into him, writhing with the energy growing inside me. 

"You are quite the vision of desire," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot against me. His fingers scraped across a breast, catching the nipple just right, causing me to gasp softly and instinctively tug at the chains holding my arms erect. 

"You are also quite vulnerable right now," he noted. "You can't see what will happen next, so you're unprepared for everything. You can't defend yourself if I decide to get rough with you, if I decide to begin hurting you, so even though you're fully clothed, you really are quite exposed. But that's part of the fun for you, isn't it? You like to give up control to me, don't you?" 

"Yes, Master," I responded breathily, the crotch of my thong uncomfortably wet. "But I know you'll always keep me safe. Hurt me, please? Hurt me, Master?" 

His soft sound of approval was music to my ears. I rocked against him, against his solid erection, glad that he was also enjoying this experience, enjoying touching his baby sister. 

"How should I hurt you tonight?" he asked softly as he roughly gripped a breast. Despite the sweatshirt and bra, I could feel the pressure of his fingernails attempting to burrow into my tender skin. 

"The heavy leather flogger," I replied. "Right at my chest, with no warm-up." 

"No warm-up?" he asked to confirm. 

"No warm-up," I acknowledged. 

He did not leave me immediately. Instead, his hands roamed down my sides, then held me in place for several minute as he humped me. I angled myself so that my breasts were constantly brushing against him, my nipples hard as pebbles and striving to break through my clothes and his to touch his bare skin. Instinctively, I pulled against the chains holding my arms upright, nicely frustrated by my inability to wrap my arms around my big brother and Master as he derived his pleasure from me. 

After a long, lingering kiss, I was released and left alone in my bonds, stewing in my own juices. I whimpered sadly, pouting slightly and hoping that he would see it, that it would entice him to hurry and return to me. The air no longer seemed quite so cool, likely because I had been worked up to quite a significant warmth that my sweatshirt was beginning to feel confining given how it entrapped my body heat. 

There was truly no warm-up. He let into me with a purpose, the sound of the tails splitting the air barely registering in my mind before they befell my proud swells. The sting was wonderful, something I had been missing, and I danced as best as I could with the spreader bar between my ankles. 

After perhaps ten seconds for the initial kiss of the leather to seep into my soul, my Master truly hurt me, unleashing his loving fury upon my chest. I cried out into my world of darkness, fighting my bonds and performing the dance of a pained slave, tears ultimately emerging from underneath the blindfold, sobbing openly, my body instinctively trying to escape the blows yet my mind trying to force my torso to arch into each oncoming strike... 

We did not make love that night. Instead, my big brother spooned behind me in bed, a hand fondling a still-aching breast. 

"They say, 'You always hurt the ones you love,'" I commented absently as I felt sleep begin to overtake my consciousness. 

"Then you know just how much I truly love you," I heard him say quietly into the back of my head. 

I fell asleep with a satisfied smile upon my lips. 



Twins in College Ch. 54



We had traded small gifts in the morning before heading off to our respective colleges for classes, so I thoroughly expected that the evening would simply be about us dressing nicer than usual and going out to dinner at a nicer restaurant than usual. 

When I returned from my classes on Valentine's Day, the house was empty. I knew that my big brother and Master would return about an hour behind me due to his class schedule, so I went into action to surprise my forbidden lover. 

I knew that I did not have the time to fully shower and wash my hair and paint my nails. I had at least painted my nails the previous evening, so that part was completed. But I did do something which I knew would truly shock my big brother, for it also surprised me. 

For the first time since I could remember, I went to my bedroom closet, and actually selected a dress -- specifically, the dark purple velvet dress which clasped my body so firmly that it was truly a second skin. 

Granted, I would almost always wear a skirt when working at the video store, and would sometimes wear a skirt to class. While I owned heels, I rarely ever wore them. This time, in addition to the velvet dress, I selected a pair of shiny black heels. 

In short, I would truly look stereotypically feminine. 

I knew that my big brother would have his hands on me all evening, which was exactly what I wanted! Even as I prepared for the evening, I kept caressing the soft velvet myself, enjoying its sensual feel and admiring how well it showed off my graceful curves. 

Eventually, I was ready. I sat on the sofa, my legs crossed in ladylike fashion for once, the heels somewhat uncomfortable due to the lack of wear yet confining my feet in a way which made me think of being hindered, being restricted, being bound. As I watched the local news, my hands kept caressing the velvet, especially the velvet covering my breasts, causing the crotch of my thong to dampen and add my natural scent to the hint of perfume I had added to each wrist. My mind wandered, and I imagined my red-painted lips and my red-tipped fingers wrapping around the forbidden phallus as was fed an eternal love... 

I could well have showered and washed my hair, for my big brother was over an hour late coming home, but when he did finally arrive, he was beaming, even before his eyes befell me. 

"Oh my...!" he exclaimed, clearly stunned to see me in a dress, and in the velvet dress in particular. "Vicki, you're so elegant!" 

I simply could not be mad at him, even though he was so late without explanation. I stood and approached him, feeling slightly wobbly due to the heels, and his arms wrapped around me so tightly that I knew he would be touching me all evening long. His desire was evident, solidifying and lengthening between us as his hands roamed my back, and our lips fused together. 

When we at last stepped back from each other, I was breathless, heady with love, my heartbeat definitely accelerated. The embrace had affected my big brother as well, his nostrils flaring slightly in his quest for oxygen. 

"Come," he finally said, taking me by the hand and leading me to the front porch. 

Parked on the street in front of the house was a Mitsubishi Eclipse. It was pristine, the glow of the nearby streetlamps reflecting perfectly off the polished silver. 

"It has all of fifteen miles on it," he proclaimed, "and it's now ours." 

I shrieked with delight, flinging myself against my big brother once again. As we were standing on the front porch, his hands were much more chaste upon me, but it was clear that he was also excited at having the car. 

"And I have one more surprise for you," he whispered into my ear, "but it'll wait until after dinner. I need to go get changed." 

He gave me the keys and I practically glided to the Eclipse. I fawned over it, sat inside it, inhaled the new car scent, and I was still giddy when he finally returned, sliding into the passenger seat. 

"Drive," he instructed, and, grinning like a fool, I was more than happy to obey my Master. 

*****

After dinner, I was the passenger, a massive smile seemingly tattooed to my face as we drove through the Berkeley night. My big brother kept a hand upon my velvet-covered left thigh, and I secretly thanked every deity I knew that he had bought a car with automatic transmission so that his hand remained upon me -- just as it had throughout dinner. 

"I have one more surprise for you," he said quietly as he turned off Solano Avenue and headed into a residential area. 

Two blocks later, he parked the car in the driveway of a two-story house with blue siding and an attached garage. I was confused as to why he was stopping here, especially since there were no lights on in the house and there were plenty of parking spaces on the street around us. 

"Open the glove compartment," he instructed, turning on the interior light of the car. 

I did as instructed, finding a pink envelope with what was clearly a greeting card inside. The card itself was simple: "A note of love for you on this special Valentine's Day." 

Inside, however, the card was blank, with a key taped to where an inside message would usually be printed. 

It took me a moment to truly understand the significance of the key and of the location. "You mean this house is ours?" I asked, the disbelief evident even to my own ears. 

"This house is ours," he confirmed, beaming once again, "a place to truly call our own." 

The house was no larger than the house we were renting, and was actually a similar configuration inside, only with more storage space, smaller windows, and a larger hot water heater. Two window-unit air conditioners were stored in the basement, presumably for those very few summer nights when we might need the units to allow us to sleep. With the exception of a stove, refrigerator, washer, and dryer -- all brand new -- the house was unfurnished. The floors were all covered with an off-white tile, including the basement floor. The front porch was so tiny that it was not even noteworthy, but the back porch was large enough for a few chairs, and looked out upon a small yard lined with manicured shrubs. 

But best of all, it was our house. 

The basement also had a "front room" and a "back room." As we stood in the back room, we decided that it would become our new dungeon, but that we would not destroy the place by placing so many eye bolts in the walls and the ceiling as previous tenants had done at our current residence. As we stood at the center of the back room, my Master behind me with his hands upon my stomach, I could almost see myself, naked, kneeling upon the floor, a spreader bar connecting my ankle cuffs, a penis gag filling my mouth, weighted clamps upon my nipples, a blindfold over my eyes, chains dangling from a lone bolt in the ceiling to ensure my cuffed wrists were raised high above my head, my hair streaked with my Master's illicit love. 

"Just think of the fun to be had in here," he whispered into my ear, a hand slowly sliding up the sensual front of my dress. "If we had a rack, right in the center of the room here, right where we're standing..." 

I could definitely picture it: A strong oak rack with thick heavy chains affixed to wide leather cuffs. I could see myself upon it, my limbs stretched tight, tears spilling from my eyes, my face contorted with pain, my jaw quivering... 

"Just think of how beautiful you would look, naked on the rack, your limbs pulled taut, perhaps with a vibrator inside you to help counteract the pain if you had been a good slave recently..." 

His hand finally reached my chest, roughly seizing a breast through bra and dress. I moaned softly at my loving Master's touch, pressing my chest more fully into his hand. 

"I could simply leave you like that, not even touching you, not even using a crop or a cane or a whip. You'd be hurting, and we both know you'd be enjoying it. And with the vibrator working inside you, you'd also be wet, your hips writhing in reaction to the pleasure within you, a contrast of pleasure and pain..." 

Both hands were roughly groping my breasts, squeezing and pulling. My fingers interlaced behind his neck, I willingly made myself vulnerable to my Master's touches, my body moving of its own accord against him in reaction to the work of his hands. 

"Hurt me, Master," I pleaded quietly with breathy voice. "They say, 'You always hurt the one you love.' Love me, Master. Love me hard for Valentine's Day, please..." 

"My baby sister is so damn kinky," he laughed lowly into my ear, squeezing my breasts even harder to better emphasize his words. "But that's okay, because I like to see you hurting for me. I enjoy hurting you, baby sister. I love hearing your cries and watching you fighting your bonds." 

"Yes, Master," I whispered in acknowledgement. 

He hurt me with his love for me. Since it was February 14, he applied his belt to my backside fourteen times in each room of the basement, in the kitchen, in the living room, in the entryway, in the bathroom, in each bedroom, and in the garage: 126 times in all, and I had to keep count for him. By the time he had finished with me, tears were streaming down my face, causing my make-up to smear and run, but I was smiling, even though it hurt to sit as he drove us back to the rented house. 

...back to where he bent me over the kitchen table and made love to me, his body continually slapping against my still-aching cheeks, a hand pulling my hair just hard enough for the pain to be erotic, his other hand playing with my clitoris to cause me to repeatedly douse him with my eternal love, my voice ringing out with pride even after he had filled my soul. 

As we cuddled that night in bed, I had to ask: "Will we get a rack for the new dungeon, Master?" 

He was silent for quite some time. "We could certainly afford it, of course, but I don't know. If we had a rack, I might be tempted to leave you there, aching and hurting for hours at a time." 

We both laughed softly, for we both knew that he would never leave me that long in bondage -- certainly not in an earthquake-prone area, and definitely not on my own. I hugged him close, hoping that we would eventually buy a rack, that I would be stretched painfully for him, perhaps even as he forced himself inside me and used my body and my pain for his illicit gratification. 

I hoped that a rack would be his gift to me for Valentine's Day 2008, which would mean that in the coming year, I would need to be the best slave possible for him. 



Twins in College Ch. 55



At the request of many students at my college, an intramural spring volleyball league had been established, and my old team regrouped with the exception of Stephanie, who was spending a semester studying in England. One of my classmates, Julie, took Stephanie's slot on the team, and was a good asset, especially being good at spiking given her height and her high vertical leap. 

As before, my big brother came to all the matches. The rest of the team was accustomed to seeing him in the stands watching us, but Julie seemed not to like him from the beginning, even though she had to my knowledge never spoken with him. There was just something in her eyes whenever she spotted him in the thin crowd, something I could not quite identify: not hate, not contempt, but similar yet quite different. 

It was a Thursday night, and we had won both our matches with shutout victories. In the second match, I had served two aces as our final points of the night. Needless to say, everyone on the team was excited about the wins, and we later learned that no team had ever scored back-to-back shutout victories since the intramural volleyball league had been formed in the mid-1970s. But before heading to the locker room with the rest of the team to shower and prepare to leave, I ran up into the stands and shared an enthusiastic hug with my big brother, so proud of the team's accomplishment that I barely heard his congratulatory words – I only felt his strong, protective, loving arms around me. 

After stopping to get a Gatorade from a vending machine, I finally made it to the locker room. Because of my delay, most of the team was already leaving when I stepped out of the shower, but I noticed Julie was sitting on the bench near my locker, slowly tying her shoes. 

"That was a great spike to end the first game tonight!" I congratulated her. "Did you really try to spike it off the guy's head?" 

As I entered the combination into the lock, Julie laughed softly. "Actually, no, but I'm glad I did. I vaguely know him. Last year, he and my then-roommate briefly dated, and I found out he was also dating three other girls at the same time. A spike off the head is the least of what he deserves!" 

As I took my clothes and belongings out of the locker and set them on the bench, I remembered the look of shock in his eyes that he had flashed at Julie after the incident. She had spiked the ball off his head, and the ball had instantly bounced high into the air, landing in an adjacent court where another volleyball game was underway, so his team had no chance to recover the point. 

"Listen," Julie said quietly as I unwrapped the towel and began to dress, "something isn't quite right." 

"Oh?" 

"I think it's good that you're close to your brother," she said, and while I tried not to show it, I felt as if my stomach had just been ripped out in a Mortal Kombat fatality. "I knew a brother and sister – also twins – in high school, and they were also fairly close. I'm sure it has something to do with simply being twins. Maybe there's a special bond that forms during those nine months before birth. I don't know. But the way he watches you so intently, it's..." 

I hoped I was not blushing, even though I felt warmer despite wearing only a thong and a bra at that very moment. Clearly, from her tone of voice, Julie suspected something unusual between my big brother and me. 

"He enjoys volleyball as well," I said, interrupting her. "In fact, he used to play in school." That part was true – he played for two years in middle school before he gave it up in high school to focus more on marching band and Boy Scouts and participate in a few school plays. "After our games, on the way home, he'll give me tips on how to improve, and tell me what I did well. He's effectively a personal coach." 

"Okay..." Julie definitely did not sound convinced. "But I've seen the way he looks at you. He may be a personal coach – I suppose I can buy that. But the way he looks at you, it's almost as if he's also..." 

"Also what?" I asked as I donned a college t-shirt, hoping there was not a sense of challenge in my voice. 

Julie shook her head. "Maybe I'm just seeing things," she said, finally standing and putting on her jacket. "It just seemed that perhaps he was hugging you a bit too long tonight after the second game, that you were clinging to him just a little too tightly." 

That was it. Julie definitely suspected something illicit, incestuous, between my big brother and me, yet I hoped I was hiding my concern as I simply shrugged. "You're right, we are very close, and it probably is because we spent nine months in such a confined space before he shoved me aside to enter the world first. We've always been close, we've always done almost everything together. Even our mother says that Victor and I may as well be handcuffed together." As soon as that last sentence had left my mouth, I instantly regretted it, for it was a bit too close to the truth to really be mentioned to someone who did not approve of our forbidden relationship. "I can't and won't apologize for the bond between us. That's a very key part of who we are, and that won't ever change." 

That shut Julie up. I tugged on my jeans as she clearly mulled over what I had just said. A few moments later, she donned her backpack and left without saying anything else. 

I gave a silent sigh, finished dressing, and returned to the stands, sitting beside my big brother without a word. We watched the final two points of another volleyball game, then left the gymnasium in silence, headed back to the car. 

Only then did either of us speak. "What has my baby sister feeling so troubled?" he finally asked. 

I sighed aloud before answering, looking out the passenger window and not at him. "Julie suspects." 

"I know," he replied quietly. "I can see it in her eyes whenever she looks at me." 

As my big brother drove us home, I informed him about the confrontation in the locker room. "Walking away without saying anything else is a troubling sign," he said at the end. 

"I know," I acknowledged. 

We did not make love that night, although we did both sleep together naked as usual. My final conscious thought was to wonder what Julie would think if she were to sneak into my bedroom right then and see my big brother sleeping with me with an arm draped over me and a hand gently closed around a breast... 

That night, I dreamed of being in the shower in the locker room, pinned against the cool tile wall as my big brother made love to me underneath the hot spray. I envisioned Julie walking into the shower area and seeing us, finally having visual evidence of our incestuous love. 

I awoke instantly, at once horrified and horny, my heart beating rapidly for diametrically-opposed reasons. Yet he continued to sleep beside me, unaware of my distress and my arousal. 

I catnapped the rest of the night, my fingers occasionally playing between my legs as I tried to lessen the horniness within me, but by daybreak, I was so thoroughly unsuccessful that I gave in to my need, getting up, retrieving a vibrator from my bottom dresser drawer, and sitting in the chair at my desk, facing the bed and my sleeping big brother as I penetrated myself with the toy. 

I gave my big brother quite a show, yet Julie's near-accusation had worried me so much that I simply could not reach climax, not even after I joined me and licked and fingered my clitoris as he worked the vibrator inside me. 

We ultimately both gave up, and I cried, the concern so overwhelming that I could no longer even attempt to hold it at bay. The vibrator slipped out of me and fell to the floor as my big brother took me into his arms, holding me despite the awkward position for him. 

Even though I was already on campus, I almost did not go to my 2:00PM class, primarily because I was uncertain if I could face Julie again, not so soon after the confrontation, but I forced myself to go because to not be there would be an admission that her suspicion about my big brother and me being lovers was indeed correct. Instead, to my surprise, Julie did not come to class. The good thing was that I did not need to face her and endure whatever questions had come to her mind overnight. The bad thing was that I did not know why she was not in class and whether her absence had anything to do with me and my forbidden lover. 

As I left class and headed toward the BART station to return home, I began to feel more at ease. I had not seen Julie, so she had not asked more pointed, probing questions to confirm her suspicion. By the time I was in my big brother's arms again, I had returned to my normal self, thoughts of Julie and her suspicions cast aside, and I could actually take pleasure in his long, warm, loving hug. 

"I love you, big brother," I whispered. "I'll always love you." 

"I know," he replied just as softly. "That's part of what makes you so special to me." 

We kissed. His arousal grew between us. I whimpered into his mouth. He clutched at my chest. My nipples hardened within my bra. A low primal growl rose from deep within him. The crotch of my thong was noticeably damp. 

Everything else was a whirlwind of activity. I remembered stripping my big brother as he stripped me. I remembered kneeling before him as his hands held my head in place, causing me to gag around the forbidden phallus. I remembered him spanking me hard several times, just because that was what he wanted to do at the moment. I remembered him bending me over the back of the sofa and pulling my hair harder than usual as he fucked me like a wild tiger. I remembered my screams sounding distant and otherworldly. I remembered hearing his triumphant roar as his incestuous seed graced my back and mixed with my hair. The details of what happened in the interim, what occurred to bring the evening's copulation from one point to another, was lost in the frenzy, in the need. 

*****

The following morning, as my big brother remained asleep in my bed, I sat at my desk, downloading my e-mail from overnight. I was very surprised to see an e-mail from Julie awaiting me, and even more surprised when I saw a Web link with the message, "You'll want to see this." 

"This" was pictures of my big brother fucking he from the previous evening. Someone had clearly been standing near a living room window taking pictures of the entire event. My face was hidden by my hair in most of the pictures, but in one picture, my head was thrown back, my hair a blur, my eyes clamped shut but my mouth wide open, my fingers curled into fists upon the seat of the sofa – I was clearly in the throes of an orgasm. 

...with my big brother's face prominently displayed in the very same picture. 

Clearly, Julie had followed me home, and waited. 

I cried, my loud sobs instantly awakening the love of my life, because I knew that I could never return to campus again. 

To make things even worse, an hour later, I received a phone call from a police officer. Our parents had been killed overnight, involved in a seventy-five car pile-up on a snowy, icy highway during a whiteout. 

My big brother and I suddenly had only each other.



Twins in College Ch. 56



Relatives I had never even heard of before came for our parents' funeral. Uncle Herbert even came from Germany, which surprised everyone. As my big brother and I were still so relatively young, our relatives had decided that they would all give us some money, whatever they could afford to give, to better ensure that we would be well taken care of since we could no longer rely on our parents for assistance. That was good, because with a new car and a new house, we suddenly had much larger bills than usual. At least we would be able to pay off the car and make a significant payment toward the new house. 

...a house which was still unfurnished and had only been used thus far as a location for my big brother and Master to lovingly hurt me with his belt. 

Even despite the money from our relatives, our parents had assured that we would be well-to-do financially. My big brother had used some investments in his name to put the down payment on the new house, but we learned of even more investments our parents had made in our names when we were babies. As heirs, we gained a tremendous amount of money, plus our parents' vehicles and the family home, plus some land in the Colorado mountains our father had purchased several years earlier with the intent of building a cabin for his retirement days. 

It felt so strange to be in the family home with half the family no longer living there. When my big brother and I had been there for Thanksgiving, our parents were in Germany visiting Uncle Herbert, but we knew that they would be returning. This time, we knew that they would not be returning, ever. 

I cried a lot. My big brother shed some tears as well, especially at the wake and at the funeral, but he was very much the stronger person. To his credit, he did not try to console me. Instead, he simply held me, rocking me, kissing the tears from my face, stroking my head lovingly. And once our relatives had finally left us, when we could finally share the same bed again, he would hold me securely throughout the night, protecting me as best as he could from my own mind. 

Yet as he held me, as he tried to calm me, in the back of my mind was the concern over Julie having discovered my incestuous secret. 

At least our parents' deaths gave me the perfect reason for suddenly leaving the college. I had sent e-mails to my professors and to people in the administration informing them of the tragic news and my need to return back east to take care of things, and in their replies they all seemed to understand. The college granted me an Emergency Withdrawal, meaning that the semester's grades would not count for me, and for that I was incredibly thankful. 

But after nearly two weeks in the seemingly-empty family home tending to the issues revolving around the death of our parents, I was nearly at the end of my wits, and my big brother also clearly needed a change of scenery. 

"We need a getaway," he announced one afternoon, "and I know just where to go." 

*****

The following morning, we drove toward our favorite camping spot, parking the car and hiking up the snow-covered mountain. It had been several years since I had last been camping in the snow. But despite the cold temperature, I felt better, for I was away from the seemingly-empty house and back in a place which held much better memories for me. Yet as we trudged up the mountainside, I could hear our parents arguing in my mind: 

"Camping? Now!?!" our mother challenged. "You can't go camping now. Girls don't do things like that!!!" 

"She'll be just fine," our father countered. "Victor's a pro at winter camping after so many years in Boy Scouts. So long as Vicki doesn't mind seeing some yellow snow, she won't have anything to worry about." 

"Are you okay?" my big brother asked, squeezing my hand. 

I nodded and tried to smile for him, but I probably made a feeble effort at it. I felt a little of his inner strength flow from him into me, up my arm and directly to my brain. It helped, at least temporarily, and we trudged along the blazed trail toward our special spot, the location which held such wonderful and fulfilling memories for us both. 

*****

That night, I straddled a log beside the fire, a thick wool blanket wrapped around me. The snow fell softly, a big white flake occasionally landing upon my exposed face. I gazed into the dancing flames as my big brother held me from his position behind me on the log. 

"Do you remember the first time we came here?" he asked me. 

I nodded, instantly remembering that hike as teenagers, hearing the stream and venturing off the trail to find this small clearing and the natural shallow pool at the bend of the stream. Neither of us had brought any swimwear, but, knowing that nothing would happen between us, we both stripped down to our underwear and jumped into the water, enjoying the coolness on such a hot summer day. If I had been told then that a few years later, my big brother would be seeing me wearing even less on a regular basis, I definitely would not have believed it. 

"Aren't you cold?" I asked, feeling him tremble slightly behind me. 

"A little," he admitted, not even trying to be cool and give me a white lie. 

"Go on to bed," I told him. "I'll be okay. I'll put out the fire and join you soon." 

"Are you sure?" 

"I'm sure." 

"Okay." He gave me a gentle squeeze and kissed my cheek before retiring to the tent. 

I sat there for a long time, watching the flames slowly burn lower, watching the snowfall slowly thicken. The forecast had been for three inches of snow to fall overnight, meaning that the tent would indeed be covered with white come daybreak. 

Being away from the family home, sitting alone on a mountainside and staring into dancing flames as virgin snow fell upon me, it somehow brought me peace for the first time in weeks. 

Just as I was about to put out the fire, I saw my mother standing just beyond the flames, my father behind her with his arms around her waist, and they both smiled upon me. 

I blinked, and they were gone. Inexplicably, they had been there, yet they had vanished just as quickly. But, somehow, I knew: They had died instantly, without pain, and – equally important to me – they both knew of my illicit relationship and they both approved. 

When I slipped into the sleeping bag with my big brother, he accepted me into his arms and kissed my forehead. "You seem more at peace now," he commented. 

"I am," I acknowledged. "They approve." 

"I know." He hugged me close. "Dad and I spoke about it once, before Mom told you about her and her brother. He cautioned me to be careful, but his main concern was that we both be happy, even if that meant a relationship with each other." 

"Did he know you were making love to me almost daily?" 

"I didn't tell him that, but I think he somehow knew it." 

Because it was cold, we were not naked in the sleeping bag, but that did not stop my big brother from punctuating his last statement by stroking my chest. For the first time since I could remember, I genuinely smiled, shuddering from his touch. 

Once we were both warm, we reached for the clothes we would wear in the morning, chilling us both so that our teeth clattered together but certainly a necessity so that we would not need to deal with cold clothing in the morning. And as we slowly warmed again, we touched, we kissed, we hugged, our hearts warming along with our bodies, and as we warmed, sleep began to overcome us so that, with the exception of the temperature and the location, we could very well have been back in one of our beds in Berkeley, back in our haven of love. 

*****

In the morning, as we descended the mountain hand-in-hand, I definitely felt better. That this had been the location where I saw our parents one final time had truly put my soul at ease. 

The biggest test, however, was returning to the family home. To my surprise and relief, I had no issue returning home. Our parents approved of the forbidden relationship, and I knew that they looked down upon us and gave us their blessing. 

I wondered if they watched us that evening, as before the glowing fireplace, my big brother made love to me, ultimately giving me my first climax in weeks, an orgasm so sweet that I cried joyously as I clutched him to me, bathing him with my love and causing him to fill me with his devotion. 

*****

I stood in the doorway of our parents' bedroom and sighed sadly. For a Sunday morning, they should have been there, still asleep, but they were gone. Yet as my big brother stood behind me with his hands upon my shoulders, I felt better about the future, a future without our parents. Granted, the children are destined to bury the parents, but to lose our parents so soon, to be so young ourselves and truly on our own, it brought reality home. 

"I guess we are now officially the man and woman of the house," my big brother commented quietly, his hands slipping off my shoulders and down my arms. 

"Are you saying that we should move into here?" I queried. "It would certainly be odd." 

"Perhaps," he acknowledged, his arms wrapping around me. "But that assumes that we'll keep the house. Granted, the house is paid in full, but we don't need both this house and the one we just bought off Solano." 

I nodded, leaning back into him, feeling protected, cherished, loved. My eyes still lingered upon the bed, forever empty. 

"What if we were to go somewhere else?" I offered. "What if we sold both houses and left the Bay Area and moved somewhere completely new to us both?" 

"Where would we go? Somewhere in the mountains? the desert? farm country? oceanside? a major city?" 

"It needs to be somewhere where we can continue taking classes, even if we're just marking time for a few years." 

I felt him nod against the side of my head. Stroking his forearms, I was conflicted between the love for my big brother and the loss of our parents, between the love for my big brother and the discovery of our relationship. 

"Let's sell the new house," he said. "I'm sure it will sell quickly, certainly by the time the lease on the rented house is up. And if necessary, we can always move back here for a while before we finally settle down somewhere else, if that's what we're going to do." 

I turned around in my big brother's grasp and held him tightly. Psychologically, it would be easy to sell the new house, since we had never actually lived there – I had only been in it once, on the night of Valentine's Day. As for the family home, however... 

"Let's stay here, at least for now," I said. "But this bed definitely has to go, especially if we'll ultimately turn this into our bedroom." 

"Okay." He kissed the top of my head, and I felt entirely at peace, for our love had begun in the family home, so it seemed only fitting that we live in the family home. 

*****

Regina sat beside me on the sofa, holding my hands. I had just told her about why I had not been at the video store for several weeks, about the death of our parents, and Julie's discovery. 

"So you and Victor are heading back east," she said, the sadness evident in her vouce. "I'll miss you both. I know we haven't played much, but it has always been fun." 

I could only nod, my expression somber. 

"I think you'll sell the new house rather quickly. It's in a good neighborhood, yet not too far from a BART station and just off Solano." 

I tried to smile, but it was difficult. Regina took me into her arms, hugging me close and kissing my neck. 

*****

Everything that had not been donated to charities or to thrift stores was packed into the U-Haul. My big brother would drive the truck while I drove the Eclipse in a weeklong cross-country journey back to the family home, back to where our illicit relationship had begun. 

Yet, there was one last thing we wanted to do in the rented house, one last thing we needed to do. 

My hands upon his chest, I rode my big brother slowly. Our breathing filled what had been the basement dungeon, our clothes strewn haphazardly around us upon the floor. 

"My sweet baby sister," he whispered, reaching up to caress my cheek. 

I was so very wet, my body filled by the forbidden phallus which I knew all too intimately for my own good. As my mind filled with the images of our love in this house in particular and in the Bay Area in general, tears began to form and they ultimately cascaded slowly down my cheeks and onto my big brother's bare chest. As the twin sources of my love bathed him, he pulled me down onto him, holding me tightly as I stilled upon him, my body and my soul still full of him as the energy of our love enveloped us both. 

My body clenched around his invading anatomy, and his arms tightened around me. Together, we whimpered as one, our twin sounds filling our ears and our hearts. 

And then, somehow, I was upon my back, my ankles hooked over my big brother's shoulders, crying joyfully as he burrowed ever deeper into my sisterly body. I cupped my breasts for him, knowing he would enjoy the vision of my presenting my twin swells to him, knowing it would inspire him. 

I did not achieve a climax during our last California lovemaking, but that did not matter to me. With a primal groan of release, my big brother and Master filled me with his love, his desire, his life. I cried through it all, and was still weeping happily as he stood and dressed, gazing upon me, clearly enjoying the sight of his seed seeping from his baby sister. 

At last, we stood on the front porch for the last time. In clear view of anyone in the park or in the nearby houses, we embraced, then drove to Ms. Ovni's house to turn in the keys before embarking upon the long journey to the family home. 

...to our home: the place where our forbidden relationship had begun, and the place where our fated relationship – as Master and slave, as boyfriend and girlfriend; as lovers, as siblings – would continue.