9 comments/ 118041 views/ 67 favorites A Shocking Discovery By: John988 Chapter 1 - Amazed It was only mid-afternoon when I walked into the apartment I shared with my twin sister, and she had already changed into her I'm-home-and-it's-Friday so-I-don't-care-how-I-look clothes. Today they were yoga pants and a university sweatshirt. "Comfortable, Sis?" I asked, a little teasingly. "Yep," Rachel replied, not even looking up from her text book. I crossed the small living room and walked into my bedroom. I didn't have a small room, but it wasn't large either. Opposite the door was a large window, with my full-size bed sitting beneath it. To the left of the door was my desk. Even with only moderately sized furniture, the room was quite full, but I thought it was cozy rather than cramped. I dropped my backpack on my bed and sat down at my desk to start on my homework. Calculus went well enough, if not slowly. My Art History textbook was written even more drily than my Calculus text, but even it had its moments. After four hours of studying, though, I decided a break was in order, and started mindlessly browsing the internet. It's amazing how little it takes to get me aroused. I was just scrolling through my favorite comedy site when I read a joke that was only mildly off-color. A couple more after that one, and my mind was solidly set upon one track. Before too long, I decided I was in the mood to masturbate. I glanced back over my shoulder to make sure my door was shut all the way (there was no way my sister would enter without knocking), then pulled up a private-browsing internet window and started searching. I prefer more delicate porn: pictures of young women posing in various states of undress, maybe some masturbation, and even a little gentle, lesbian sex. "Selfshot", "amateur", and "girlfriend" are some of my favorite search terms. You frequently have to wade through a lot of low-quality stuff, but, every so often, you stumble on someone really hot. I grabbed a hand towel, slid my pants down, and started to work up a rhythm with my left hand while my right clicked away. A set of pictures featuring a slim brunette caught my eye, and I flicked through them, watching as she slowly slipped out of her blue bra and slid her hand down the gentle curve of her body and into her matching panties. I could feel my climax building, but when I scrolled down past the ads in the middle of the screen to see what she did next, I was greeted with a solicitation to subscribe to her website. She was hot, but not twenty dollars a month hot. A few minutes later, I saw a thumbnail for a gallery that showed a girl with her full breasts snugged into a soft burgundy bra with black lace tracing. Girls in fine lingerie really turn me on, and I had a feeling that this one would be very satisfying. The pictures were taken with a cell phone and didn't show the girl's face, but her body was incredible. Her breasts were probably size 36C, and she had the wide hips and narrow waist of someone born with their beauty. With each picture I got more and more excited and pumped my cock faster and faster. With each click of my mouse, she stripped further, baring more of her body to me. She cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples, and rubbed her clit. In the last picture, she had her legs spread open and two fingers thrust deep inside her pussy. The force of my orgasm pushed me back into my chair, shut my eyes, and forced a long, low moan out of me. I sat there for a moment, recovering, enjoying the warmth that always comes after masturbating hard. When I opened my eyes and looked once more at the image on my screen, I realized that the girl had included her face in the shot. I recognized her instantly. It was my sister. I had just jerked off to my sister. Chapter 2 - Thoughts As children, Rachel and I were stereotypical twins. We were fiercely competitive and fought constantly, but we loved each other dearly. We always backed each other up against the playground bullies, and, in high school, helped each other out with our crushes. While there were several tense car trips and countless awkward dinners, we were there for each other when it counted. Our parents were nervous about us leaving home to go to college-we didn't turn eighteen until a month before our high school graduation-and suggested, rather forcefully, that we both attend the same school. As luck would have it, we found a university, in state, that offered the Journalism program that Rachel was interested in, as well as the Engineering program that I wanted. Neither Rachel nor I wanted to live with a random roommate, and we certainly didn't want to live in the dorms. When we spoke to our mom about off campus apartments, she started spouting home invasion statistics. We finally talked her into it by finding an affordable, secure apartment and agreeing live together. She liked the idea that we would be able to watch out for one another. To our surprise, my sister and I got along better having an apartment to ourselves. Something about having control over our lives and being able to resolve our differences how we wanted made our life together so much easier. Sure, we had our disagreements, but things just seemed too petty to fight over anymore. But, as I sat there with my quickly shrinking penis resting in my limp hand, I wasn't thinking about any of that. I was thinking about the five-year-old whose hair I put gum in; the ten-year-old who blew out birthday candles with me; the fourteen-year-old who convinced her best friend to give me my first kiss. I sat there and watched my sister grow up alongside me. I sat there trying to puzzle through how we had grown up to her baring herself on camera and me masturbating to her. I was confused and a little disturbed, but, mostly, I was intrigued. Chapter 3 - Interlude I was still sitting there, absorbed in my thoughts, when my sister knocked on my door, startling me. "Jason," she called to me, "we're still on for dinner, right?" "Oh, uh, yeah," I stammered, "just give me a minute to get ready." Hurriedly, I cleaned myself up and put my clothes in order, but, as I moved the mouse cursor to close down the browser, the "Bookmark" button caught my eye. I don't know why-I certainly wasn't planning on returning to those pictures-but I felt compelled to save the page. Unsure of what was happening to me, I walked into the living room, joined my sister, and we piled into the car. A few weeks earlier, Rachel had broken up with her boyfriend, Matt. They had started dating in high school, and, for the first year of their relationship, things had gone well. But when he began studying at an art school on the other side of the state, things began to fall apart. The long distance seriously stressed the relationship, and, eventually, he decided that, as a self-proclaimed prodigy, Rachel wasn't up to his standards. She'd seen several hints in the weeks leading up to their break up, but it still cut Rachel deeply. Her friends had spent the last few weeks telling her that he didn't deserve her, and I'd been trying my best to distract her. On the drive to the restaurant, we made meaningless small talk: professors were complained about; classmates were mocked; and the school cafeteria was ripped to shreds. It was benign and glib, practically banal, but I was happy. For the fifteen minutes we spent in the car, everything was right with the world. I loved my sister, and she loved her brother. I had completely forgotten about her pictures, and life was normal again. Unfortunately, when we took our seats at a table near the back of the restaurant, my peace was broken as she took off her jacket and I looked at her in a decidedly un-brotherly way. Chapter 4-Angery and Ashamed Beneath her stylish, brown leather jacket, she wore a sleeveless, red and black blouse. I'd seen her wear it more times than I could count, but, that night, I saw things I had never noticed before. I noticed how subtly sensual the swishing of the silky fabric was and how the neckline scooped down to hint at her cleavage without baring it, and, by noticing these things, Rachel became entirely an different person to me. Suddenly, she seemed to be the girl from the coffee shop who I had thought about asking to dinner or the girl in my Math class who had recently started flirting with me or even Brittany, the girl I'd had a fling with the previous summer. She was my sister—would always be my sister—but I was starting to wonder what it would be like if— "Hey, something wrong?" she said with mild amusement traced with genuine interest. I realized that she had already taken her seat, while I was still standing, and sat down hurriedly, saying, "No, nothing's wrong. You just... You look very pretty tonight, and I guess I got distracted." "So distracted that you forgot to sit down?" she teased good-naturedly. With sincerity, she continued, "Thank you, though. Every so often, I do try to look nice." I barely managed to stop myself from complimenting her further and, instead, just smiled and looked down at my menu. In less than an hour, I had discovered porn of my sister, masturbated to it, and had begun to contemplate a romantic relationship with her. Way too much had happened way too quickly, and I decided that the best course of action was to keep to myself as much as possible until I could sort everything out. That, of course, did not happen, though. Rachel, who, as of yet, was oblivious to my plight, gave me thirty seconds of respite before launching into the newest story about her friend Emily who, while actually being quite a good person, tended to go through boyfriends like bakers go through flour. Fortunately, most of the evening continued in this vein: Rachel chattered on, and I contributed perfunctory oh's, really's, and wow's. Everything was going well until just before our waiter delivered the check. Rachel had just finished a rant about her English professor's overly complicated graded scale, when she leaned in slightly and asked seriously, "Jason, what's going on with you? You've hardly spoken a word since we sat down, and I'm not really sure the words you have said count." "Nothing's going on," I said, trying desperately to sound convincing. "I'm just tired." "You didn't seem tired on the way over here." "You're not going to let this go, are you?" "Nope." "Fine," I conceded, knowing that, when my sister latches onto something, she never lets go, "but it really isn't appropriate to talk about in public. Can you wait until we get home?" "Yeah, I guess," she sighed. I hailed the waiter for the check, then, and we left the restaurant five minutes later. There was no casual banter on the way home, just Rachel's brooding silence and my brain running at top speed, scrambling to figure out just how much I was going to say to her. I finally made my decision as we stepped into our apartment. "Well, we're in private," Rachel said as she sat down heavily on the far end of the couch. She really hates it when things are kept from her. "Alright, so this is really embarrassing," I said, sitting down next to her, confident that, while it would be awkward, I would be able to get out relatively unscathed. "I saw the, uh, porn that you posted online." For several seconds she just sat there, staring at me, before replying, "Come again?" "I was in my room this afternoon...you know... when I found a gallery of you stripping and, um, pleasuring—" "Whoa, hold on!" she interrupted. "I have never posted anything like that." "No, it was you. I saw your face, and it was definitely you," I insisted. "Look, we can act like this never happened if you want, but you asked what was making me act so weird." "Show me." "Wait. What?" "You say you saw me, and I say that's impossible," she said standing and walking toward my room. "Let's settle this." I followed her into my room and sat down at my desk. With Rachel watching over my shoulder, I didn't dare use the bookmark I'd made, so I slowly trudged through page after page of smut, trying to remember which one held my sister's secret. After a few intensely awkward minutes, I found it. "I'd really rather not look at these again, so, here you go," I said, offering her my chair and the computer and taking a seat on the corner of my bed. It wasn't even ten seconds after she started clicking through them that I heard her growl, "I'm going to kill him." "What are you talking about?" "Matt. I'm going to kill Matt," she said, turning to face me. "I texted him these back in October, and now they're on the internet for everybody to see!" She turned back to the screen, appalled, and started crying. As I walked over to try to comfort her, two images stood out in my mind: me punching Matt; and Rachel, sitting half-naked on her bed, texting pictures of herself. For several minutes, nothing happened. She sat in the chair, too crushed by the realization that she had been laid bare before the whole world to move, and I stood behind her, massaging her shoulders and softly consoling her. But, when she lifted her head to speak me and noticed the gold star next to the web address, things turned sour. "Jason," she asked warily, "why is this page bookmarked?" The color instantly drained from my face; my body froze stock still; and all that came out of my mouth was fractured stammering. "Jason," she asked with burning eyes and accusatory tone, "why did you save these pictures?" "I—I—I...," was all that I could manage to say as I backed away from my rising sister. "I'm your sister, Jason," Rachel screamed. "I'm your sister!" Chapter 5—A Conversation It is impossible to accurately describe how I felt as my sister stormed out and barricaded herself in her room, loudly slamming the door shut. Fear over losing my twin sister, one of my closest and oldest friends, made me numb. Guilt over my deception and my betrayal made me question my entire character. In the end, it was too much for me to handle, and I fell asleep, fully clothed and on top of my covers, while I lay there trying to figure out how I could even begin to get my life back on track. When I woke up, I was curled into tight a ball and my bedside clock read 11:00 AM. The smell of fresh coffee led me into the combined kitchen/dining area, where Rachel, who was dressed for a run, was already enjoying a cup and reading the news. "You look like hell," she noted. I could tell that she was apprehensive, but I sensed genuine concern. "Rachel, I'm so sor—," "Stop. Just...stop," she interrupted. "I have a couple questions." "Yeah, okay," I acquiesced, unsure of where this was going but happy that it didn't start with yelling. She wrestled with herself for a few moments before asking with trepidation, "Did you masturbate to those pictures?" "Yes, but I honestly didn't know it was you," I rushed to explain. "Your face wasn't in any picture but the last, and I finished before I realized." "Then why did you save them?" she asked after mulling over my response. My only answer was weak and would most certainly seem like a lie, but I knew that I had to give it anyway: "I honestly don't know. It was just...automatic." She didn't scoff or launch into some tirade like I thought she would. Instead, she sat there calmly, sipping her coffee, pursing her lips, and thinking. I knew that she needed her time, but that didn't make waiting any easier. "So, you were just jerking off to pictures of some hot chick, oblivious to the fact that it was me. When you found out, you saved the web page, probably out of shock and curiosity more than anything else," she said, more to herself that to me. "I guess that, at worst, that only makes you mildly perverted." "Yeah, I guess so." This time the silence lasted for several minutes. I began to wonder if I should say something and was caught completely off guard when Rachel finally spoke. "Have you ever thought about us before?" she asked, without accusation or anxiety. "I mean, have you ever thought about us as a couple?" "Um, well, the thought kind of crossed my mind last night," I stuttered, "but I wasn't able to give it a whole lot of thought." "I thought about it back in junior year. I was feeling lonely, and—I don't know—you were there. You were always there for me, and I thought 'Well, what if?' But then I met Matt, and, well, you know how that ended." I had no idea where she was headed, but I was beginning to feel that my life might not be as ruined as I thought. "And then, after I'd calmed down last night—I called Matt and tore him a new one, which was pretty therapeutic—I thought about it again. And now I'm thinking that you're still here and that you certainly seem interested in me, at least physically. Are you interested in me, Jason? Can you see yourself dating your twin?" "Yes, yes I can," I said, my mouth dry and my hands trembling with anticipation. "Could, could you see yourself sleeping with me?" she asked, with a shy smile and timid excitement. "Absolutely," I said, leaning across the small table. We met each other in the middle, and, for the first time, my sister and I kissed each other with passion. Chapter 6—Love The instant our lips met, everything else melted away. I stood up and pulled Rachel into my arms, aware of nothing besides our tongues dancing around each other and the warmth of her body pressed against mine. Never breaking away from each other for more than an instant, we made our way to my bedroom, stripping as we went. The last time my sister and I were naked together, we were too young to understand the difference between our bodies. But as we fell into bed, as I fondled her soft breasts and she raked her nails across my back, I understood. I understood the depths of our lust as I gently pinched her nipple and she slid her tongue deftly up my neck to my ear. And as I teased her lower lips open with my head and felt her body tense with anticipation, I knew we truly loved each other. I thought to go slowly at first, but she was ready and accepted me hungrily. My cock slipped easily into her wet pussy. When I could go no deeper, I pulled back just to the point of coming out before thrusting myself in again and again and again. The heat of her body, her moans in my ears, and the warmth of her sex drove me into a kind of frenzy, and I began pumping faster and faster, in constant rhythm with Rachel. "Jason," she cried, "come for me, Jason!" Hearing my sister, my sweet, twin sister, call out to me as my lover instantly pushed me over the edge. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly, as I rammed myself inside her as deeply as I could, letting my orgasm overwhelm me. It was the most intense pleasure I'd ever felt, and, feeling her pussy tighten around my cock, knowing that Rachel was coming with me, because of me, made it infinitely better. Spent and elated, I reluctantly removed myself and collapsed on the bed beside her. "I love you, Rachel, so much." "I love you, too, more than you'll ever know."