0 comments/ 56306 views/ 40 favorites Babes and Boys By: fadedgiant The darkness closed in, no light filtered under the door, none invaded through the window. The drawn curtains even blacked out street lights. In my minds eye I knew my surroundings and easily maneuvered the obstacles in my path. I made my way to my bed and the comfort I hoped it would provide. I was emotionally drained. Physically, my body was tired from three hours of running from my feelings. I was mentally wide awake, hoping for sleep, and knew it would allude me this night. I wondered what was going on across town at my sister's apartment. ********** Just a few hours ago, my sister and I spent our usual brother and sister night together at her apartment. Every week, our practice was to spend an evening and sometimes the night together being ourselves with no one telling us it is impolite to scratch where it itches, and beer belches are rude. It is our one night of letting our hair down and telling society where to stick it. We are not romantically connected, let's get that straight. When we are together for our brother and sister night, we are brother and sister in every sense. We have dinner, talk, have a few drinks, usually beer, and support one another through the difficulties of being young 20­something's in an adult world that treats us like we should be older 50­something's. ********** My name is Stephen, not Steven as everyone seems to pronounce it. My sister calls me Steph. My parents were not to creative naming my sister Stephanie; I called her Fanny. Yes, a play on names, Steph and Fanny. Fanny is actually my older sister by a mere 21 minutes, yep, we are paternal twins. In three weeks we turn 23 and start our last year of college in the fall. The obvious question to most people, our parents included is, "Why do you have separate apartments when you share everything else?" I don't think either of us have a rationale answer other than needing babe space separate from boy space. Our rents are about equal and pooling our money on a larger two bedroom apartment would save us both a few dollars. We could afford better food at the grocery store and share household chores. The problem is we could not entertain unless we both wanted to entertain together. Let's not even begin a conversation about having overnight guests in our bedroom's, that would be just too much information. We were content with our current arrangement. ********** We both inherited height genes from our parents. I am just short of six feet two inches and Fanny is five feet eleven inches. Fanny has a basketball scholarship and rules the woman's basketball team from three­point land. I have a swimming and diving scholarship. We both earned the privilege to live off campus through academics and proven skills in our sports. We are not part of the party crowd although we get invited and do participate. We understand that fun does not have to involve heavy drinking or drug use. Fanny is golden blonde with crystal blue eyes. Her hair is usually tied in a ponytail, her signature hair style on and off the B­ball court. She has a sprinters body from years of sprints playing basketball. I am a similar build but stronger in the arms and broader in the shoulders from swimming. My hair is darker, more of a light brown than blonde. My eyes are green with a crystal blue halo around the green. I guess I am a typical swimmer, I shave or wax my body hair because hair can cause even the slightest drag slowing me down one or two tenths of a second. Yes, I shave there, too. Fanny and I have a closeness that only twins understand. Even in my present confused state, Fanny understood. She knew my confusion stemmed from tonight's conversation. She wants us to share an apartment our final year of college and "take on the campus together." How harmful would that be since we are well known as brother and sister, no one would challenge our sharing of apartments. None of this has to do with bedrooms or sleeping arrangements, it has everything to do with sharing one bathroom. Our class schedules and sport schedules are very tight and very similar. We would have to share the bathroom at the same time. How crazy would it be, me at the sink shaving while Fanny showers or me having a good dump while Fanny brushes her teeth. Then there is the whole nude thing. "That's all true Steph, and we can't change our schedules. However, we know our boundaries as siblings and we would never cross the line." It was that last phrase that got to me, "we would never cross the line." Was she saying that for my benefit, her benefit, or our benefit? "Would we?" Why the fuck did she add that last question; I was conflicted. Would we, the question echoed in my mind. I repeated the question to her, "Would we, Fanny?" "Of course not, that would be out of the question. Even though I think you are masculine and attractive, it couldn't happen." Fanny went red immediately after her revaluation and turned away to grab her beer and pulled hard on the can taking a long drink. "No, couldn't. Even though I find you feminine and attractive, it could not happen." Our cards were on the table and feelings exposed. "Fanny, I better go because we are not talking about an apartment together any longer. You know what I mean." "And, Steph, you know what I mean. Call me later, please." ********** I reached my cell phone and hit speed dial on Fanny's number although I had no clue what to say. Fanny answered as if groggy but not asleep. When I heard her voice through the phone, the depth of my emotional state gushed from my mouth. "Fanny, I love you!" "Why did you run away, Steph?" I heard a little tension in her voice and a little anger. "Of all the people in the world, why did you run from me? The only person who knows me better myself, and you ran from me." Now I heard soft cries of my sister and knew tears rolled from her eyes; tears filled my eyes as well. "Fanny," I'm sure she heard my emotion, "I didn't run from you, I ran from me. When you called me masculine and attractive, I heard more than your words. Then I said you are femenine and knew we changed somehow. The truth was out for both of us." "What truth is that, Steph? The truth that we think the other is attractive?" "Fanny, there is still a little Friday night left, and my car is over there. It will deliver you to my door if you want to talk some more tonight." I wasn't sure what we would talk about, yet knew talking would help. "I'll be there in 15 minutes. Steph...," Fanny paused, "Steph, I love you too." Fifteen minutes and I needed a shower. The apartment was in its usual 'a guy lives here' state but that didn't matter, I went to the shower. Fanny arrived with my car, the beer, and the snacks we were going to have tonight. I had a couple frozen pizzas if we wanted more. Once the bags were set down, we drew toward the other like magnets attracting. We hugged in a simultaneous embrace of man and woman. In that moment, our course was set although in uncharted waters. Fanny lay her head on my shoulder and I felt her breath on my neck; we did not relax our hug. I felt her lips pucker and kiss me gently on the neck. Only then did I move my head and she move hers so we could look onto the other's face. It was a deep and very penetrating gaze that lasted a mere second before being punctuated by a truely passionate kiss. In like minds that only twins share, our kiss broke and together we began saying, "Is this the line we will never cross?" Then before another kiss, we answered together, "Yes." ********** In the keeping secrets department, neither of us had secrets. We knew the other's sexual history and even the best writer couldn't fill a page with our combined sexual exploits. I can count the number of women I've had sex with on one hand and have three fingers left. Fanny told me about her first virgin sex. She wanted a pleasant experience with a guy she really liked and he just wanted some pussy. I held her, comforted her, and swore I would get her revenge. As fate had it, he had revenge taken out on him one night in a DUI coupled with a manslaughter charge. He is Bubba's boy now. Fanny and I date, yet it is never serious and Fanny hasn't tried sex since her first bad encounter. We are as much virgin as two non virgins can be. ********** When we did disentangle, we knew beer and snacks were no longer on the menu. We held hands and danced around the apartment to music we only imagined. Between imaginary songs, we stopped for another kiss before beginning a new dance. Through all this, we remained innocent of any fondling and groping. We knew that our innocence would soon be lost to the other; however, we only sensed the reality to come. We were like kids discovering ice cream, it tastes good and we want to savor it as long as possible. The music stopped playing in our minds as we sank into my couch, we felt a connection only twins understand. Call it extra sensory perception, telepathy, or any other paranormal term you want, we began communicating without words, smiling, little giggles, and nods. We felt wrapped in an aura of warmth, an aura of love. We did not ask what's next, in our minds, what's next was already happening. Fanny began moving ever so cautiously pulling at the hem of her knit top. Slowly her abs came into view then the bottom of her chest appeared and I made out the curve of her lower ribs. Higher she pushed her top until her demi­bra encased breasts appeared. In a final swift motion, her top was off and flung to the floor. Fanny's breasts are not large but they are full and firm. Her lace bra was a stark contrast to sports bras women wear. I saw her nipples poking through the lace. They looked stiff, kind of swollen, more than I could imagine. I noticed the front clasp as Fanny skillfully broke the seal. The bra fell away exposing my eyes to her exclusive territory. My eyes moved to her face; I saw her glow. Our minds remained connected as I began drowning in her gaze. Every emotion I could encounter in a life time, I encountered in Fanny's gaze at that moment. I began unbuttoning my shirt holding my eyes on Fanny's beaming and gleaming eyes. My shirt joined hers. When words did return to our mouths, we gasped together, "You're beautiful." This set off another round of dancing to tunes in our minds as we hugged and kissed skin to skin. The dance continued until we reached the bedroom. This time, I took the lead unbuckling my belt, popping the waist button and sliding the zipper of my pants down. Gravity took over and my pants fell to my ankles. I kicked them away. In my underwear, there was no mistaking my hardened condition. Fanny motioned me to her, placing my hands at her breasts, inviting me to get acquainted. Her hands went to the elastic band of my briefs, her fingers pushed through that restriction, pushed my underpants over my hips, and my cock greeted her. Fanny's fingers, well trained in firm but delicate grip on basketballs, took my cock in her hands. What Fanny did next was totally unexpected. She went to her knees, played my cock in her hands, then opened her mouth. Her tongue flicked across the throbbing head of my cock. Then she smiled taking me into her mouth. I had never felt such a wonderful sensation and our mental connection told me that Fanny had never experienced this either. She was clumsy in her efforts; however, I would never have known it. She had me at my breaking point, she knew I was there, and simply nodded. I came a bucket of cum in her mouth. Fanny tried to contain it in her mouth, yet some escaped and rolled down her cheek and fell to her breasts. She swallowed some to make room for more. That was the best orgasm I ever had and when I finished cumming, Fanny swirled the concoction in her mouth and swallowed. I went to my knees before her and we shared the deepest kiss our passions could produce. My hands began searching the waist of Fanny's pants finding the little side zipper and opened it. My fingers touched her forbidden flesh as firmly and gently as hers touched mine. Was it instinct or our mental connection; however, Fanny knew I wanted to give her what she gave me. Fanny rose from her knees while swiftly removing her pants. Her scant lace panty was all that remained. As Fanny did to me, I did for her. My hands slid up her thighs finger tips barely making contact, Fanny began breathing big gulps of air as my fingers touched the lace covering her lovely butt, she moaned and her body shook. I guided her to the bed. My fingers snaked into the waistband of her panty as I began removing her last piece of modesty. What greeted me was a tiny heart shaped tuft of hair above an otherwise shaved mound. I kissed her right on that little heart. Fanny sat on the edge of the mattress with all her attributes exposed. I began kissing the insides of her thighs and she leaned back on her elbows. As I came closer to her secret inner passage, her arms failed in their support. On her back, Fanny gripped at the bed covers and thrust her hips at my face. I licked at her pussy as she had licked at my cock. Fanny released some of her aroma onto my tongue causing my immediate addiction. I kissed and licked around her outer lips and found her tiny bead at the center of her being. A kiss and lick at it send Fanny into a screaming orgasm. Her womanly cum bathed my face, filled my mouth, and continued for several long seconds until she screamed, "No more!" I did not want to stop, I wanted her to suffocate me. I gave her a few more gentle licks then rested my head on her stomach. I became suddenly aware of Fanny crying. Our mental connection was not working now and I was concerned that I did something wrong. "Fanny, why are you crying. Have I done something wrong?" I rose to see her tear streamed face smiling at me. She beckoned me to her and we began another round of passionate kissing. "I'm sorry, Steph. I'm sorry I can't give you my virginity. I'm sorry you can't be my first." "But, Fanny, I am your first. You gave your body to me in the womb. We lay naked together for nine months. Now we can lay naked together for the rest of our lives." I was not sure if I said the right thing, I hoped I had. Fanny reacted swiftly and decisively leaping atop my reclining body showering me with tears and kissing each tear drop from my face. "My sweet Steph! You know what I mean but you make it sound so simple." "Fanny, it is that simple. We tossed and turned in the womb and I was the first to touch your beautiful body. Now I am poised to be your first, I hope only, lover." I held Fanny tightly until she calmed from her emotional state. When she smiled looking me in the eye, I knew we were about to consummate our love. We kissed and caressed our bodies, we both came alive with new higher levels of desire. I was hard and Fanny was rocking her hips trying to capture her prize in the warm wet confines of pussy. When she got it right, she gasped and moaned loudly. Slowly she slid my cock into her. She grimaced some, she smiled, she sighed, and she moaned until she had taken my entire length. It was a long adjustment for her and when she was comfortable, she sat up and saw herself in the dresser mirror. She looked at us reflected in the mirror as if we were some distant 'they' that were not us. She bent her head deeply and looked where we were joined, twins joined at the hip. Fanny's naive gestures were teen like rather than adult almost 23. Fanny suddenly shivered and her pussy muscles compressed my cock. She whined a bit then cried out as another orgasm released its energy through her body. ********** The aura we experienced dancing around the living room returned, we were one body and one mind. I felt Fanny's orgasm through our mental connection, I felt what she felt and I wanted her to feel it more. I flexed my hips upward slightly pressing hard against her mound. Fanny clamped against me again as another orgasm overcame her. Fanny's aura glowed white­hot as she experienced a multiple orgasm. I became engulfed in her glow, it was warm and comfortable and the glow rose until I could not restrain myself. My own orgasm hit and I flooded my sister's womb with my sperm. Fanny had another orgasm, not as strong as before. Our mental connection told me she was emotionally and physically wiped out as was I. Fanny relaxed, her body lay atop mine, my cock shrank as she tried to hold me in her. A sudden shock of knowing swept through me, we did not protect ourselves from pregnancy. "Fanny, what if we made a baby?" I asked the question without shock or concern. "If we made a baby it will be our baby and our baby will be beautiful." "Do you want to put a baby in me, Steph?" My answer came in an instant, "Yes!" "Steph, I'm pretty sure it didn't happen tonight. My period is in a couple days. We will have to start using precaution until I can get on birth control. Are you releaved?" "A little bit, maybe, and a little bit no. What I am afraid of is how we tell our family of our love." "Does that mean we are apartment hunting tomorrow? Steph, I want a baby with you, too. We have to wait a couple years for that. Is that okay?" I smiled at my sister, my twin, my lover, "You already have one picked out don't you?" "I am only slightly naive." I flung my sister to the mattress and began another round of kissing and foreplay. When we were ready, Fanny begged me to mount her and we made wild and energetic love until our mutual orgasms spilled love juices and our sexual aroma filled the bedroom. In an exhausted heap, we slept. ******** I awoke to hearing Fanny on the phone. "Mom, I have some exciting news. I am in love with the most perfect person in the world and I know he loves me." There was a pause while mom talked. "It is so exciting, we decided to get an apartment together." Another pause. "Of course Steph knows, he is going to help me move. He is excited, too." In my mind I could almost hear mom's concern over her daughter living with some man. "Mom, I am not going to live with just some man. I am not going to ruin my scholarship. I am going to finish college." I heard Fanny drop the big bomb. "Mom, Steph and I are in love and we are lovers. We are getting an apartment together just like you wanted." So much for how to tell our parents. "Steph, are you awake, mom wants to talk to you." I was awake and wishing for anything else than the conversation about to take place. I stumbled naked into the living room where my equally naked sister sat. "Yes, mom, it is true. ... I think we have known it for a long time. ... I finally accepted it yesterday. ... Yes, I finally accepted it, Fanny was way ahead of me. After all, she is 21 minutes older and it took me time to catch up with her feelings and emotions." I hoped a bit of humor would lighten the moment, Fanny buried her head in a cushion to stifle her laugh. "Mom, I am not making light. I love my sister, I am in love with the beautiful woman my sister is. Mom, I am ready to undergo whatever I have to to have Fanny in my life, make her my wife, and have your grand kids with her. I mean whatever!" Fanny took the phone from me. "Mom, after you and dad think about it for a while, I hope you will accept it just as we have. Bye, mom. Call later if you want to." Fanny and I searched the other's eyes seeing equal determination. Fanny spoke the obvious, "That went over like a fart in church." When we stopped laughing, Fanny said we needed a shower and needed to change the bed sheets. She went off to shower after finding all her clothes. I set about finding something for our breakfast. ********** As I showered, the thought that our sex creating a new life continued to bother me. I dressed and found Fanny finishing a bowl of cereal and toast. "Fanny, I am still concerned for us. Maybe we did make a baby last night. I will buy you the morning after. Will you take it?" Babes and Boys "Steph," Fanny spoke sternly and deliberately, "if a baby is in my body, we put it there and I want it. Besides, I know my body rhythm better than you and my period should start in three days or less. If you buy anything, it should be condoms for when I am not safe. When I get on birth control we will be safe." I knew Fanny's cycle and knew in my mind she was right, however, I also knew that we could easily count the days wrong. "Fanny, do drug stores sell condoms in case lots?" Fanny blushed a beautiful crimson that my heart leap. "Fanny, I love you and always have." "Will you carry me across the threshold of our new apartment?" I nodded the affirmative. "Call your management office. If they have people on a waiting list, you could get out of your lease early with no penalty." I discovered the rental office had people waiting for an opening and offered to let me break the lease at the end of the current month, ten days. "The move is on. Let's go visit the place you have scouted out." ********** The apartment Fanny showed me was about half way between our current apartments. It had two bedrooms, large two vanity bathroom with shower and tub, perfect for our schedules, and an open kitchen/living area. The rent was just slightly less than our rents for two apartments and immediately available. The rental office offered us free rent for the final days of the month. "Here are the keys, move in," we did not waste any time signing the lease. We kept our enthusiasm under control until we went back to see our new apartment alone. I put the key in the door, turned it, and the door swung open. I turned to Fanny and took her into my arms for our first kiss at the threshold of our new life. When I scooped her up and carried her across that barrier, I knew it was the right thing. I set Fanny down in the middle of the room, looked into her eyes, smiled and said softly, "Honey, I'm home." "Close and lock the door, Steph," was Fanny's coy reply. We made love on the floor with complete abandon. ********** My apartment had minimal content and easiest to empty. We spent three days emptying my belongings into our new apartment and scouring the old place. Friends with pickup trucks helped us move my apartment for the payment of gas, pizza and beer. One of our mutual friends commented that Fanny and I behaved more like lovers than brother and sister. Fanny answered, "We are twins, you know. We have the closest bond two people can have. So, if we behave like lovers, it is because we have been together since sperm and egg collided over 23 years ago." The moving crew attacked Fanny's apartment and had her moved out in equal time. We scoured her apartment and both had our move out inspection. Our rental managers commented they had never seen college kid apartments sparkling at move out. We got most of our security deposits back. ********** The thought of having a baby dropped to zero when Fanny began her period half way through emptying my apartment. The first night in our new apartment, Fanny's period was over and we were free to make love. I made sure we used condoms since Fanny hadn't gotten on birth control yet. She has an appointment in two days. During the week of moving, our parents did not call us; we began feeling disowned. In the next day's mail forwarded from our previous addresses, we received letters from home. We felt huge amounts of apprehension as we opened our letters. Fanny read her letter in silence as I read mine, then we passed our letters to the other to read. There were parts written by our mother and others written by our father. The letters were long and took us on a journey from conception to birth. Our histories as children poured out in their text. We read their longings for us to marry dream mates and give them several grand children. They poured out their emotions in the letters although the letters did not condemn us or disown us. Each letter concluded with the message of their plans to visit us. When we read the date of their arrival, we realized the delayed mail delivery prevented us knowing that tomorrow was their arrival date. I scrambled to call with our new address. There was nothing to explain, they knew we were already living together. ********** "What are we going to do, Steph?" The concern in Fanny's voice was real. Usually the more direct, Fanny wasn't being assertive as she normally is. "Fanny, we stand our ground; we are legal adults. We sleep in our room whether they stay with us or they stay in a hotel." As we sat looking at each other and holding our letters, our mental connection returned; I felt Fanny's anguish. "Their letters did not condemn us, Fanny. They did not disown us. They may be unhappy with us but I am up for the fight." I drew Fanny close to me and felt tears moistening my shirt. "Steph, you'll fight for me, even against our parents?" Her sobs were not fear any longer, they became tears of joy as she snuggled for sexual foreplay. I held her face in my hands and swept away the tears. Fanny looked at me with an expression I learned is her make love with me look. When she raised her head to me lips and kissed me, a charge went through my body. I placed one arm around her shoulders with my other hand working on lifting her T-­shirt over her breasts. Fanny's nipples responded immediately swelling in her dainty lace bra. Fanny pulled the hem of the T-­shirt over her head and flung it to the floor. Her hips already rocking and rolling in anticipation. I enjoyed her front clasp bras and this one opened quickly exposing her beautifully firm breasts punctuated by sexually excited nipples. Fanny let the bra drop from her shoulders as I raised my shirt over my head. The excitement of Fanny and I skin to skin never failed to excite me and I was excited. Still holding her with one arm, my free arm searched the zipper of her jeans and the button at the waist. My palm eased into the waist band of her jeans and into her panty. Fanny was already moist and ready; she wiggled out of her pants and panty. "Get naked, Steph. I want to feel you in me bare." "What if we have an accident and you get pregnant?" Usually more cautious, Fanny threw caution to the wind. "Steph, try to remember to pull out." I pulled my pants off and Fanny leapt into my lap. She did not continue foreplay. She sat on my cock and buried it deeply in one thrust. Fanny sighed and moaned possessed by her desire. She rode hard making her hips pound mine. She rubbed her little clit against me on each down stroke; her orgasm built. I tried to prolong the inevitable; however, Fanny made that impossible. When she slammed her hips into mine and screamed her orgasm, I tried to lift her off me so I could cum. "No! In me! Cum in me, Steph." I lost all rational thought as waves of sperm laden semen pumped into my sister's fertile womb. Maybe we made a baby maybe we didn't. What we did do is confirm our love and if baby makes three, then so be it. Our orgasm subsided as we hugged and kissed ourselves back to rational thought. "Fanny, I came in you. You are not protected." "I am very much protected and you are my protector. Steph, you have to learn something about a woman's fertile cycle and the life of sperm." As my cock slowly retreated, I felt a mix of our mutual offerings spill from Fanny's pussy and pool where we joined. Fanny became matter of fact explaining a woman's fertile cycle and the potential life of sperm in her womb. "So, you see, I am not fertile for another eight to ten days and your sperm can only live for maybe four or five days." Although I had gone mostly soft, Fanny gripped my cock holding it in her. She slowly moved against me as her desire built. Fanny wasn't done and her activity helped resurrect my failing cock. "Fanny, you really want a baby don't you?" It was as much a question as a statement of fact. Our mental connection was too strong. "I want to finish this basketball season, Steph. But, the truth is, I want to have our babies and I am willing to risk what I have to if it makes us happy. Will a baby make you happy, Steph?" I lifted us up from the couch, pages of letters flying. I laid us both on the floor, pulled Fanny's legs high and locked my arms behind her knees. It seemed I could feel her cervix as my cock drove full and hard into her womb. "Fanny, we will make beautiful babies, won't we." The crescendo of our orgasm made us both scream the other's name. I emptied another load of life making sperm into my panting sister. Another maybe three weeks before we find out if baby makes three. We vowed no more unprotected sex until birth control is in place. ********** The morning of our parent's arrival found us scurrying to clean the apartment, shower, and get dressed. Fanny's phone rang with the announcement, "We'll be there in about 15 minutes." Time stood still, we held our breath as the knock came on the door. We looked at each other with matching expressions of facing the unknown. We both stood at the door greeting our mother and father. Mom and Fanny burst into tears and hugged. Dad was much more somber and subdued although we could tell he was feeling a lot of emotion, too. "We drove up to spend the day and tonight with you," dad announced. "You do have a room for mom and I to sleep tonight?" I almost choked on my own tears as he asked if we have room for them. Was this their way of saying they are not going to try breaking us up? Fanny choked on her tears as she held my hand. "Yes," she sobbed. "We have room for you." "Good," mom said. "Lead the way to our room." Fanny took mom's over-nighter and led the way to the second bedroom. Along the way, I heard Fanny state an undeniable fact. "This is our room, you and dad have this room." Mom and Fanny disappeared into the second bedroom and didn't come our for many minutes. Dad and I sat in the living room area in a brief uncomfortable silence. "You are about to celebrate your 23rd birthdays, Stephan. We planned to come for your birthdays and celebrate with you. I guess you know you surprised us before we could surprise you. Tell me everything." "Dad, the everything is knowing that I never want to be away from Fanny. We are connected, just like your letters said, from the moment of conception. I didn't plan to become my sister's lover and didn't plan to fall in love with her. Now I am both and she with me." "You know that your mother and Stephanie are having the same conversation" I didn't answer because the answer was obvious, I waited for him to continue. "Stephen, you know that incest is morally wrong even if it is not wrong between two adults. Have you worked out how to live in a society that calls your life choice wrong?" "We are stronger than you may think, dad. No, we haven't thought that far ahead and for our last year of college, we will not stretch the fabric of society outside these walls. We will devote ourselves to school and sports then work out details." "Here is Stephanie and mom. Get ready to go out for lunch and some shopping." Fanny smiled and nodded, our mental connection told me all was fine. Tension that we felt with our parents arrival remained yet diminished. "Steph, come on, we have to change." Fanny called me to the bedroom to change clothes, to change clothes together, with our parents in the apartment with us. I was frozen in my seat when our mother told me to stop delaying. I forced myself up to follow Fanny into our bedroom. "What did dad talk to you about," Fanny asked. I related the basics and about society. "Screw society," I stated as a protest. Fanny looked at me with fire and passion in her eyes, "I would rather screw you, Steph." We didn't have time to complete Fanny's wish although we did take time to hug, kiss, and playfully grope. "Steph, tomorrow mom is going to my appointment with me." It was a matter of fact statement that needed some discussion, that would have to wait. We changed into comfortable clothes for an afternoon with our parents. ********** It was not easy to read our parents feelings, yet as the afternoon evolved, Fanny and I felt sure they were handling our life choice even if they didn't fully accept it. They asked questions of us about what we needed for our new apartment as if we were brother and sister sharing expenses at college. They bought us a few things to brighten the living room, some kitchen utensils, and bathroom items. Mom and Fanny smiled at dad and I as they slipped into a Victoria's Secret. That evening we ate out before taking all our purchases back to our apartment. Mom and dad helped organize the living room better. We moved furniture to create better seating, focused lights, and hung a few decorations on walls. Mom and dad announced they were off to bed. There was no fanfare, just good nights and they disappeared into the second bedroom. Fanny whispered to me, "I hope they keep the noise down." Fanny and I followed them a few minutes later. Behind our closed bedroom door, emotion sprang from Fanny first as she slumped onto the mattress. I scooted behind her scooped her to my chest. "Fanny," I whispered into her ear, "I love you," and punctuated it with a chaste kiss on the top of her head. I just held her. "Steph," Fanny sighed. "Steph, my brother, my love." Even though Fanny tried to disconnect from our mental link, I knew there was something Fanny needed to say. I also knew it was not my place to try prying it out. "I like you holding me, Steph. I need you next to me." I gently rocked Fanny in my arms waiting. "Steph, why should I go on birth control?" I sensed this was the big question and I knew all the logical reasons in favor. "Fanny, you know all the logical reasons and I am not going to say them. I also know that if we don't use caution, the next egg you produce will become our beautiful baby. If you want a baby, I want a baby." I left it there knowing Fanny had more to say. "Steph, a baby now is moving too fast isn't it?" I wasn't sure if this was a question I was expected to answer, I said nothing. "I want a baby, I can't explain why I feel conflicted about birth control. Help me, Steph." "There is no person in the world I am more committed to than you, Fanny. A baby now is moving too fast. We are just beginning our new life together and we need to finish school. When we graduate, we can move on and move away where no one knows us and be open about our love. We can wait a couple years before babies come along. Fanny, if you want a baby, I have the hardware." I hoped the final line would defuse Fanny's emotions. "Yes," Fanny smiled, "you have the hardware. Not tonight though, I have an appointment tomorrow. We don't want any slip ups do we?" I grinned, "No slip ups means no slip ins?" Fanny turned in my arms, smiled, "No slip ins." ********** Fanny and mom went to Fanny's GYN appointment. They left dad I alone for the couple hours of the appointment. I had worries about the conversation we would surely have. I made the first move. "Dad, let me take you back a month. Fanny and I had our usual brother and sister night. The conversation drifted into sexual innuendos that I didn't want to talk about." I told the whole story, that I ran away from Fanny because I was confused. I told of calling her hours later, inviting her to come finish our night together. "Dad, that call started with my confession of love." "That is one thing I wanted to know. What happens when you and Stephanie want to go public? How will you hide your birth?" The look on dad's face was concern and nothing else, or he had a mask on. "Dad, Fanny isn't sure about using birth control. We talked last night about having babies now. The future begins when she comes home from her appointment. We want children, even if the schedule is off. I want her to finish her last season and graduate with me. Later we can move somewhere as husband and wife, maybe somewhere we can legally marry. If baby makes three, then I'll accept her decision." "What if aunts, uncles, and cousins cut you out of family events?" I heard more in that question than dad may have wanted to say. I took the little opening he gave me and went all in. "Dad, you said aunts, uncles, and cousins. Does that mean you and mom understand even if you don't accept our new reality?" I didn't get an answer but the change in facial expression made me believe mom and dad are, at least okay with the turn of events. Fanny and mom returned from Fanny's GYN appointment, they were laughing, their continence was happy and excited. Mom announced that she and dad wanted to stay another night, at a hotel not in our apartment. They told us to meet them for brunch at 10:00 tomorrow. They left shortly there after. ********** With parents gone, Fanny leapt into my arms making no pretense to hide what she wanted. "Steph, if you are not naked in ten seconds..." Fanny was already stripping. "Don't plan on any rest, my body needs your body all night long." Fanny tried getting my cock in her before I could get my briefs off. When my briefs finally cleared my hips, Fanny threw herself at me, wrapped her legs around my waist and took my cock in her pussy in one swift motion. She was possessed as she pounded herself against me. Her moans were loud and grew louder as she drove herself to an orgasm. "On the floor, I'm not done with you," Fanny commanded. Fanny dropped her weight on my cock and seconds later came again. Fanny chanted with each stroke and thrust, "I... love... you... Steph!" She did not slow her pace and her chanting continued. As her third orgasm approached, Fanny screamed, "Cum Steph! Oh god, cum! Please cum!" I thrust my hips off the floor in perfect time with Fanny's hard down push. Our hips met with force as we both came. My sperm flooded my sisters womb as her cum jetted from her tight love nest. I didn't know if we were protected and at the moment, I didn't care. Fanny lay on top of me. My spent cock only shrinking a little bit, we stayed joined. My hands roamed Fanny's back finally coming to rest on her firm warm butt. I made gentle pushing motions with my hands keeping us both stimulated. "It is okay, Steph. I'm protected." It was a whisper followed by a whimper as my cock touched a sensitive spot. "It wouldn't matter, Fanny." I worked us to a seated position as my cock returned to full strength making Fanny wiggle with anticipation. Our bodies molded together, we were one body, connected by sex and also connected by our mental bridge. We hugged, kissed, sighed, and moaned as we began a slow passionate love making. "It wouldn't matter." We lost track of time as we cooed and loved each other. We were loving the touch of bodies with no desire to push the other. We knew this was a special moment in which love trumps lust. After several more minutes, Fanny began moving more strongly as her need to cum became greater. We reached our peaks together and came again. ********** "Steph, ever wonder why mom and dad are understanding of us? I mean, no lectures, not trying to make us break up." "I admit it isn't what I expected," I said seeing in Fanny's eyes and sensing through our connection that she has a secret burning her. "You have something to tell me, don't you Fanny." "Steph, you know Uncle John is mom's brother, right." "Well, yeah," came my sarcastic reply. "Where is this going?" "What you don't know, is what mom told me this afternoon. Aunt Rita is Uncle John's sister." ********** The revelation of sibling love in their family brings to a close this episode of Babes and Boys; however, expect Steph and Fanny to return. Their journey is not complete and curves in the road challenge their lives.