13 comments/ 78356 views/ 40 favorites Mike and Megan Ch. 01 By: XXNoraJeanXX We often think back to how it all started for us. It truly started one fateful summer day. We remember every detail quite well... I was lying on my back. Mike was pressed so close against my side and his closeness had made it hard for me to breathe. I found myself even holding my breath as he kissed me on my neck and nuzzled on my earlobe. I reminded myself to expel my held breath just as he placed his hand on my flat stomach. It was on top of my shirt, but I could feel the heat of it right through the cotton. His breathing was heavy. I could feel it on my neck as he continued to kiss me there. It felt incredible. He rubbed his hand back and forth over the fabric of my shirt, all the while bringing his hand lower and lower toward the bottom of the top. I knew he was going to push his hand up under my top. I felt nervous, scared and somewhat conflicted. My head felt foggy, and I knew what we were doing was wrong but it just felt so right. A small cry escaped my lips as he quickly slipped his hand under my top to caress my butterfly-filled stomach. I wanted him to push his hand further up my top, but I was too shy to suggest it. I wasn't even sure either of us was ready for the next step. I was not wearing a bra and I could see that Mike realized and appreciated that fact. My breathing grew heavy and ragged as he shifted his body partly over me so he could place his lips to mine for a deep kiss. I willingly parted my lips for him, and he gladly pushed his tongue into my mouth. I tasted him and he was so familiar and so divine. I couldn't get enough, but I was still unsure about my kissing prowess. Nervously my tongue had flitted about between our mouths. I was an innocent in so many ways. He knew this, and therefore had told me that everything we did had to be my choice. I could feel his raging hard cock, concealed only by his jeans, pressed firmly against my thigh. I knew he had silently prayed that he wouldn't find himself back in his room masturbating alone again. "Do you know when they will be home?" I whispered so softly. "They said they would be home late. He had a business meeting and she had a 'Weight Watchers' meeting and then she was going to run some errands." He answered distractedly while still caressing my stomach and raining small kisses along my jaw. "I'm just so nervous." "Meg, you know I would never push you. Well you should know that by now anyway. I would never hurt you or do anything to you that you were not ready for." I nodded in response. Slowly he removed his hand from under my top. I could think a little easier with it removed, but I missed the warmth of it against my belly. I knew what he said was very true. At times, I had almost wished he would force me or push me to go further. Then maybe I could have gone through with it sooner. We were born the same day in the same hospital. He was older by two and a half minutes. He was taller, heavier, and stronger. And yet, when I looked into his blue eyes, that were so much like mine, I saw so many similarities. One having been, that we both wanted to cross the taboo line from being just twins to being lovers. I had wanted him. I knew he wanted me. Inhale. Exhale. I had had such deep needs, but I was so frightened of being caught by Aunt Lyn and Uncle Doug. Losing my virginity to my own brother had also been a valid fear. The day we turned eighteen together had been the day this had all begun, it had been that very night that we had had our first real kiss with open mouths and eager tongues. Mike had not been a virgin, but I had somehow held onto my virginity. I wanted to make love to him so badly that I was almost wild with my need. I knew the feeling was mutual. It was clear to me that it was not my virginity that drew Mike to want me. I am sure that had been alluring, but we were also very much in love. For that simple reason he had always afforded me the safety net of moving snail slow when it came to intimacy. He never wanted to force me into anything, so when I did allow him to make love to me he could be sure I wanted it as much as he did. "Do you know about oral sex, Megan?" He asked quietly with his lips near my ear. "I am a virgin, not an idiot!" I answered sharply. "I want to do that to you, right now." He smiled ruefully, and I am sure my eyes had widened with my alarm. "That is sick Mike!" I looked him in the eyes. I was dead serious. "Do YOU know what oral sex is?" "Yes." "So you are honestly saying you want to lick me...down there?" My jaw hung open. I had never considered the things he would want to do with me. "Yes." He adjusted himself through his pants. "Can I?" "I don't know if you can." I said acting technical and snotty. "May I Meggie?" "I just don't know." I froze then, listening to something distant. "Did you hear that?" "Nope, now back to my question..." "No seriously Mike! I heard something. I think someone is home! You had better get out of here." I said with panic evident in my voice. I could tell he hadn't heard a sound and I wasn't sure I had either, but he respected my fears anyway. Uncle Doug had made it clear that he thought our relationship as brother and sister was weird. He had told Mike in no uncertain terms that he was to stay the Hell out of my bedroom. It pissed us both off to no end, but we were living under his and Aunt Lyn's roof so Mike walked the line. He dragged himself off of my bed. He took a long look at me and told me I was damn sexy. My fair skin had flushed pink at the unexpected compliment. His eyes were hooded. He was clearly aroused and hadn't wanted to leave, but he let my fears win out once again. Just as he turned to leave inspiration hit me, I sat partially up and grabbed his hand forcing him to turn back toward me. "I want to ask you something." I said and tugged his arm so he had to bend down close to me. I cupped my hand near his ear and whispered, much like children sharing juicy secrets. What I whispered obviously made him harder than before and he practically floated out of my room on cloud nine. No one had been home. The house was silent and still after he left. I felt no guilt this time though. We had a plan. The evening had moved along slowly, but soon it was late evening and I showered before bed. I washed and shaved with great care. I shaved my legs and made sure they were perfectly smooth. Then I shaved my underarms. Finally I lathered and shaved my pussy. I left a small patch of hair on my pubic mound. Mike had said he liked it when a girl was neat and tidy with a cute little patch of hair for him to nuzzle his nose into. I personally wasn't sure I had wanted his nose anywhere near the patch of hair I had left, but if he wanted it there I knew I would let him. There was very little I would have denied my brother. After my shower I had towel dried and decided to go to bed wearing just a matching bra and panty set. I never slept in the nude or even semi-nude. I was just far too nervous that my Uncle would make one of his surprise visits. He tended to do that quite often. I had found his behaviour creepy, but I lived in his home so I dealt with it. I had laid awake under my soft comforter in my dark room for over an hour. I was on my back and thinking of Mike, while I allowed my right hand to slide between my legs. I gently rubbed my clit with my index finger. Time seemed to be crawling. I wouldn't sleep. I had grown moist down there from my prolonged clit play. I had no intentions of making myself cum. It just felt good as it was. Finally when I thought I was going to go crazy, the door to my room opened. It was dark in the hall behind him so I couldn't see his handsome face, but I could see his outline sort of and I could hear his steady breathing. He came to the side of my bed. I hoped he would do exactly as I told him. It seemed the only way to make this happen. I knew I would have to relinquish my control in order to let this happen between us. He was silent. That was a good sign. He was going to play his roll and I was going to play mine. He pulled back my comforter and knelt on the bed next to me. A thrill of excitement raced up my spine. I did want this. Make me do this, Mike! I cried out in my own mind. He leaned forward and touched my breast. His quick intake of breath let me know that he was somewhat surprised that he had only encountered a bra as a barrier. Roughly he shoved it up over my breasts and he wasted no time in grasping one of my soft mounds and pinching the nipple rather hard. I gasped in pain mixed with pleasure. He lowered his mouth and sucked hard on the same abused nipple. This seemed all so very fast, but I knew this is what I had asked for. What I had told him to do. He smelled different that night, but nice. I assumed that he must have used new cologne to impress me. He had succeeded. I grew even more, moist between my legs as the assault on my breasts continued without any sign of relenting. I remembered I was supposed to be playing the role of a victim. I knew I should say something. "Please don't! Please don't rape me!" I cried out, trying hard to sound frightened. The words had sounded phoney in my own ears, so I vowed to use more conviction. Mike only responded by chewing my nipples harder, and when I cried out he shoved a hand over my mouth. A pulse of heat shot to my clit. He was really doing it! He was being rough and abusive. He was really raping me, and I was going to enjoy every second of it. Without ceremony he shoved a hand down into my panties. Gone were his gentle caresses of earlier in the day. Gone was the slow and easy love he had been affording me until then. I had been wild with desire. Mike moved further down the bed, abandoning my hard achy nipples. I lay like a rag doll as he yanked my panties off of my hips and down my legs. He threw them somewhere in the dark room. "Oh God! Please don't do this, I'm a virgin!" I whispered into the dark, when he released my mouth. He only grunted. I kept my legs as tightly closed together as I could. I knew he would want to pull them apart. It would all be part of the game. Mike wasted no time in tugging my legs open with a brutal forcefulness. I knew his roughness surely bruised the fair skin of my thighs. His fingers eagerly pushed their way past my outer pussy lips. He spread them and ran his fingers through my slickness. He had never touched me there before. I wondered if he liked it. I wondered if he could feel how smooth I made myself for him. I didn't dare ask. I wanted to talk, to ask him, but it would have ruined the atmosphere. "Please stop! You can't do this to me! Please..." I begged. Ruthlessly he shoved at least two fingers into me, but not very deep. It didn't hurt too much. It didn't feel good either. It just felt foreign. All of a sudden something didn't seem right to me. I had no idea what was wrong for sure, but hot tears began to run down my face and I cried in earnest. I wanted this to stop now. This wasn't right. My body began to shake violently. I wanted him away from me. "Casper! Mike! Casper!" I called out the safety word that I had told Mike I would use. It had been out favourite childhood show. He painfully rubbed my clit with his thumb, and I knew that he was not going to stop no matter how hard I cried. He pulled his fingers from my body and shoved them into my mouth. My mouth and throat were dry and I tasted nothing. I was too focused on him moving up between my legs. I cried out the safety word repeatedly as he moved his crotch in closer and closer to my pussy. His cock was poised at my entrance, and I was full on crying while making futile attempts to push him away. I didn't want this! This couldn't be happening. Something was not right. The bedroom door opens. The room is suddenly flooded with light. Mike stood in the door way looking shocked. Uncle Doug growled furiously. I sobbed with fear and relief for a split second. "Get the fuck out of here Mike! Your slutty sister wants a good fucking! She is as wet as a bitch in heat." Uncle Doug seethed. "No....I didn't realize..." I cried out without thought. "No! No! No!" Doug turned to look at me then, his eyes shooting daggers. He reached down and took his hard penis in hand and began to push into me. I screamed loudly. I pushed at him and thrashed wildly on the bed. I held him off as best I could so he wouldn't penetrate me. He was bigger and stronger and would over power me quickly. He only succeeded in getting the head of hic cock passed my vaginal entrance when Mike rushed forward and locked a strong forearm around Doug's neck. Even though they were similar in height and weight Mike seemed to have no problem pulling Uncle Doug off of me. They struggled and tussled wildly around about the room. It would only be a matter of time before Aunt Lyn would be awoken by this commotion. I scrambled to the top of the bed and folded myself into a tight protective ball. That had been too close. With a primal growl Mike launched himself at Uncle Doug knocking him off balance. Uncle Doug landed on the floor with a very loud thud, and Mike was right on top of him punching him hard in the head and face. Uncle Doug's face grew bloody with the barrage of punches. I could smell fear and desperation on the air. "You better have more than that Mikey! Cause I am going to fuck you up! Then I am going to let you watch me take your sister's virginity. And if you think your Aunt is coming to stop any of this you are deadly wrong you little piss-ant. She is out cold from the sleeping pills I slipped into her tea before bed. I've already had my way with her, and next with be our little Meg." I think something snapped inside Mike at that moment. He raised his clenched fist and smashed it hard into our Uncle's face. We both watched as Doug's eyes rolled back into his head and he was seemingly unconscious. Mike wasted no time. "Are you ok?" He asked over his shoulder as he rummaged around my desk. "I am fine. I am sorry." I felt ashamed. "What are you looking for?" I ask stupidly. "Packing tape would be great." He answered distractedly. "Ah Haa!" He held up a roll that I had had left over from a school project. Mike knelt down and rolled Uncle Doug onto his stomach. The older man remained out cold, but did groan slightly. Mike seemed to realize he would have to act fast. I watched as he pulled our uncle's wrists together and bound them with the tape. Mike was quite liberal with the tape, but I didn't relax until the older man's feet were bound as well. Just as Mike finished up, Uncle Doug regained consciousness. He was well beyond irate. "You...Fucking Bastards! Taking you pathetic orphans in was the biggest mistake of my fucking life! I'm warning you, when I get loose I am going to fucking rape you both and then kill you!" "Meg, get dressed." Mike commanded over the raging man on the floor. He tossed me some clothes. I was on auto pilot as I pulled the clothes on. "Mikey...she was revved for me buddy! She was hot and ready and wanting my dick. Don't flatter yourself that your sister wants you...she just wants anyone with a hard cock to make her a woman." Doug taunted from the floor. Mike's jaw visibly clenched but he just ignored Doug while he shoved more of my clothes and belongings into my travel bag. "Are you ready?" Mike asked, looking at me. I nodded. "Let me go!" Doug growled, not for the first time. We both ignored the vile shouts from my room, as we ran down the hall to Mike's room. I sat on the bed while Mike quickly dressed and then packed himself a travel bag. "Where are we going?" I finally asked. "We can't stay here. He is going to violate us both ten different ways and then kill us. We have to run." Mike said calmly. "What about Aunt Lyn?" "What about her? She married the bastard!" "We can't just leave her here at his mercy!" I cried. Mike shot me a dirty look and scowled heavily. "She is probably out cold! What do you want me to do?" "Can't we just take her with us?" I pleaded. Mike fell silent while he was thinking. "I am sorry Meggie, we can't take her. I will tell you what, I will carry her down stairs and we will call 911 before we run. We'll leave her by the door and the paramedics will find her quickly." Mike handed me our two very full and very heavy bags. "Let's go get her." I followed him again down the hall toward Aunt Lyn's room. As we passed my room we could hear Uncle Doug struggling with his constraints. His breathing was heavy, but he didn't seem to have made any progress with his escape. The door to Aunt Lyn's bedroom was wide open and the older woman was sprawled naked on the king-sized bed. It was evident that Uncle Doug hadn't been lying when he had said he had had his way with the deeply sleeping Aunt Lyn. From the redness of her pussy and breasts it was obvious that he had been rough and abusive with the unconscious woman. Fear trickled through me, at how close I had come to actually being raped. "Find her some clothes. Mike ordered. As always, I complied. He was always the more level headed of the two of us. I found her a tracksuit that I thought I could probably get her into while she lay sound asleep. Mike found another duffle bag in the closet and promptly began to fill it with various items. I noticed him grab a wad of cash from Uncle Doug's sock drawer, and a few pieces from Aunt Lyn's jewellery box. I continued to struggle to get the clothes onto my slightly heavyset Aunt, until Mike took that task over as well. I watch him look at Aunt Lyn's exposed breasts. I felt a pang of jealousy that I knew was ridiculous. Her breasts were bigger than mine with darker nipples. I couldn't help but wonder if he liked the look of hers better than mine? "Meg? Hello? Are you coming?" It was Mike. I refocused my eyes. He was now standing in the doorway to the room with Lyn hoisted over his shoulder. She was too heavy for him. It was written all over his face. "Grab the bags and let's go." He said through clenched teeth. I grabbed the bags and hauled them all down the stairs behind Mike. Lyn's head bobbed behind Mike's back making me wonder just how many sleeping pills Doug had slipped into her tea. My knowledge of sleeping pills was limited, but I always thought the person should be able to wake when stimulated enough to do so. "Mike, she is really out...you don't suppose we should take her to the hospital, do you?" "I don't know. Let's just get the hell out of here and call 911. She seems to be breathing fine. Her pulse was strong." Mike grunted as he takes each step heavily with the extra weight. We could both hear Doug yelling from upstairs. He was still secured, and as angry as a raging bull. Mike deposited Aunt Lyn on the sofa in the living room. He was breathing heavily, but managed to instruct me to call 911. He told me to tell the dispatcher everything. I do so quickly, but when the dispatcher insisted that I stay on the line and that Mike and I should remain on site, Mike disconnected the call and took me by the hand. "We can't stay, Meg. They will be here soon to take care of her. We have to run. Not for safety, but so we can be together. We have to go." Mike persuaded. We ran out the front door, with Uncle Doug's hollers chasing behind us. Mike pressed the unlock button to our Honda Civic. When we had combined money from out part time jobs, we had had no idea the little car we bought would later become our getaway vehicle. "Get in the car, Meg. I will be right back." He barked at me I jump in to the passenger seat. Mike tossed our bags into the backseat before taking the drivers' seat. Jamming the key into the ignition, he pounded his foot down on the gas-peddle causing the small car to almost bunny hop down the driveway. The car screeched out of the driveway, and off into the night with a whining four cylinder engine. Mike and Megan Ch. 01 We drove for nearly an hour in total silence. Neither of us dared to speak to the other. I was sure her heart must have been pounding as hard as mine, and surely she was in shock. I knew I was. I had no idea how this night had went so far off track. I had no idea if I had overreacted. I had no idea if leaving Lyn behind had been a good choice. I was scared witless, but I did know that I had to protect my sister. We travelled in silence for a while longer. It was strange, but I felt a level of anger toward her. Had she wanted him? How could she not have known it wasn't me? I was full of doubts, but every time I glanced at her beautiful sad face I couldn't bring myself to say anything. Two hours passed without a word. "I am sorry." She whispered. I looked at her for the first time in a while. Tears slid down her delicate face. She looked broken, and my heart broke for her. She sobbed. "Don't be." I said simply. "I should have known sooner Mike! I should have known as soon as he came into my room that it wasn't you. You and me...we're one. I should have known." "It was dark." "He smelled different. I noticed that. Why did I ignore it? I just feel so dirty."She continued to sob. "You couldn't have known for sure." I was lying to her. I felt she should have known. It pissed me off that she hadn't known. "But I got so wet..." She said in a small voice. This only served to fuel my anger. "Let's not talk about it anymore. Luckily for us both I came in when I did." I said softly, but it wasn't that simple. She was hurting and I was angry at her and at myself. "I know something now." She says finally, when we are just outside of a small Northern town called Blanch Valley. Over four hours away from our home. "What is that?" I asked. I was getting tired and my eyes were burning. "I know that I only ever want to make love to you." "Really?" I asked cautiously. She had been going back and forth for such a long time. One minute she wanted me as much as I wanted her and then next she thinks we are both sick and perverted for wanting each other. "Yes...really. I want to make love to you. I want to be with you forever." I kept my eyes on the road, but I reached over and took Meg's hand for a moment. The roads up North at night were so dark. My eyes burned so badly. "We have to stop somewhere Meg. Keep your eyes peeled for a motel. I need to sleep." "What are we going to do?" Megan asked, while watching out the window. "We are going to continue to love each other and we are going to create a life for ourselves. We are adults now and we can do this Meg." I smiled at her briefly. She looked so sweet and vulnerable with her long straight hair tousled, her eyes hooded and her lips pursed. "I want you." I added on a whisper. "We have nothing. We only have some clothes." Meg said more to herself than me. "Megan, I have been working since I was fourteen. Don't you think I have saved at least a little?" "Did you?" She asked sounding a little more optimistic. I nodded. She smiled. "I have enough to at least get us started. We just have to decide where we want to go. We will find a way. We will never look back."I told her soothingly. "Thank you, Mike. I needed to hear that." She sat silently for several minutes. "Mike, there is a sign for a place just 2.5 kilometres up the road. The turnoff is called Old Mill Road." "Perfect...we'll turn off there and see if we can get a room. Otherwise, we may have to find somewhere safe to park and sleep in the car. I can't go much further. I am so tired." I took the Old Mill Road turnoff and found myself on a dark and heavily wooded dirt road. There was no motel or hotel in sight. I looked to Megan, but she had somehow fallen asleep within the pasted few minutes. Just as I planned to turn around and head back to the highway a rustic looking Inn came into view. It was remote and basic but looked inviting nonetheless. The summer night's air was still humid when I jumped out of the car and rounded the front to the other side. For the second time in one night I found myself carrying a sleeping woman. Megan weighed quite a bit less and I carried her much like a father might carry his sleeping child. The main door was locked and no lights burned inside. I used my foot to knock on the door, but no one answered. I was just about to give up when finally the heavy door swung open and there stood a sleepy looking older woman. She looked to Megan and then to me. "May I help you?" The small woman asked, with a surprisingly strong voice. "Ma'am, I am so sorry to have awoken you, but my girlfriend and I could really use a place to stay tonight. Do you have a room available?" The strain of holding Megan was beginning to takes its toll. I was so tired. The Inn's proprietor seemed to notice. "Come in, come in!" She stepped aside and ushered me inside. Once I stepped over the threshold it opened up into a charming lobby area. I was beyond happy to see a sofa close to the main entrance. I gently placed my sister down, and she surprisingly remained asleep. I supposed she must have truly been exhausted. I silently wished it had been our love making that had exhausted her, and not the evening we had just endured. I look over my shoulder toward the older woman. She had stepped behind a high reception style desk at the other end of the lobby. She was watching me closely. "So, you kids need a room for the night?" The woman asked, when I walk over to her desk. She was a friendly looking woman, probably somewhere in her forties. "Yes Ma'am." I looked into her gray eyes, and saw kindness there. I liked it here already. I felt safe. "How much is a room?" She looked passed me to my sleeping sister. "She is so sound. Is she ok?" "Yes. She had a long night. We both did." "Don't call me Ma'am, call me Betty. Why don't we settle fees tomorrow? If you want to carry her, I will show you to a room." I nodded in agreement and went to collect my sister. I followed the woman down a long hallway on the main level. Betty opened the door to the second last room off the hallway. She flipped on the light and ushered me into the clean and brightly lit room. She placed the room key on the small desk near the door, while I put Megan on the bed. I looked down at my sister and she seemed so relaxed and angelic in her sleep. I found myself staring at her. "You really love her don't you?" Betty asked from the doorway. I turned to face her. She was smiling kindly at me, and I hoped she wouldn't notice the resemblance between Meg and me. I just couldn't have stood to see a look of disgust after all we had been through that night. "I do." I said sincerely. "Good. I will see you tomorrow. I will prepare breakfast for nine, if you are awake by then. Good night." Betty closed the door and I put the extra latch in place. I turned to look around. The room was small and almost perfectly square. There was the double sized bed with floral spread and of course my unconscious sister. There was an inane beach scene picture hung cock-eyed above the bed. Across from the bed was a wardrobe that held a TV in the top portion and had drawers on the bottom. A small desk sat tucked against the wall close to the door. It held a menu and some other brochures for local attractions. I noticed a small closet on the same wall that held the entrance to the washroom. I then realized that I really needed to take a leak. When I came back into the room Meg had rolled over, but was still sound asleep. I then realized that we were finally truly alone and together for the first time. I was so tired that my eyes were burning and blurry. I quickly undressed down to my boxer shorts. I thought about going back out to the car to get our bags, but I just didn't have the energy in me any longer. I was not sure if I should undress Megan or not. To avoid seeming creepy I decided to leave her in her clothes, but I did slip a blanket over her. I slid in next to her and turned out the light on my bedside table. Sleep came quickly over me and I slipped into disjointed dreams. I woke up feeling both starved and confused. I didn't know where I was. I didn't remember falling asleep, but when I rolled over I saw Mike and I instantly felt more secure. It didn't matter where I was, because he was there with me. The hunger however, I had to do something about. When I flipped off the covers I noticed that I was still fully dressed. I must have really passed out on him. I did have a habit of doing that sometimes; usually the combination of stress and lack of sleep would push me into a deeper sleep that normal and I could fall asleep just about anywhere. I glanced at the clock. It was already ten thirty in the morning! My heart jumped into my throat -- I was supposed to be in my first morning class by that time! I caught myself quickly it had just been a kneejerk reaction. It dawned on me then that I wouldn't be attending college anymore. I would have a new life, and a new adventure to face with Mike. I padded to the washroom, which wasn't hard to find in the small hotel room. I laughed softly at the fact that I slept in my running shoes. I sat down and urinated. The washroom was small and the fixtures were older, but everything was clean. I glanced at the shower. I wanted a hot shower, badly! I decided food would have to wait. I wanted to wash Uncle Doug's touch off of me. I wanted to feel clean again. Dropping my clothes onto the ceramic tiles I stood naked in the middle of the tiny room. There was a long mirror on the back of the door. I twisted and turned looking at my body, assessing. I was of average height, but with a delicate bone structure. I was quite different from my brother in that respect. He was several inches taller than me with a nicely toned body. Our skin tone was the same though, a nice olive complexion. We both had the same raven dark hair -- mine long and straight and he kept his cut nice and short. We had never met our father, but we were told he was Italian. Our mother was French Canadian. We got our light blue eyes from her. I was slender, maybe a touch too slender. I wondered if Mike would think my small breasts were too small. He had never been anything but accepting toward me, but I just wanted him to be happy. He was giving up a lot to be with me. We both were. I sighed and turned away from the mirror. I started the shower and make it as hot as I could stand. The skin on my breasts turned red from the hot water that raining down on me. It felt good. I scrubbed and scrubbed and the washroom filled with steam. I hummed softly to myself while I thought of Mike and how gallantly he had saved me. I felt that I owed him. I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear Mike come into the washroom. "Meg?" I was startled for a moment. He was right on the other side of the shower curtain. I could see his outline through the almost opaque curtain. My heart thunders in my chest. I didn't open the curtain when I answered, "Yes?" "Can I join you?" He asked tentatively. "Yes." I answered with only a little nervous hesitation. I watched as he slowly pulled the curtain aside and stepped over the side of the deep tub. He was already fully naked. I kept my eyes well above his bellybutton. I wanted to look lower. I was so curious, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Mike moved in close to me and lightly pinned me against the cool wet tiles at the back of the shower. He moved in even closer and pressed his lean body against mine. I could feel his hardness pressed against my abdomen. Without meaning to a low groan escaped my lips just before he claimed them in a dangerously passionate kiss. He drank from me, and I from him. He poured his needs into me and they served to heighten my own needs and wants. Hot water fell over us as he broke the kiss to allow his lips to move magically over my face, across my jaw line and down my neck. I moaned softly and found myself pushing my hands into his wet hair. My nipples were already tight aroused peaks when his mouth made it to them and claimed one. He sucked at my breasts, licked them and nibbled them. This sent daggers of desire directly to my feminine core. I had never been this aroused. I had never wanted this deeply. I had never been so sure of anything before in my life. I threw my head back as Mike knelt in the tub and moved his mouth lower to my stomach. He kissed me there as if he was worshipping me. I thought I was going to lose my mind. He moved lower and kissed the small patch of hair I had left on my pubic mound. The shower was growing slightly cooler, but I felt so hot all over that it felt good. Then he stopped cold. "Let's go back to bed." He said with a voice even deeper than it usually was. "Yes..." I whispered just above the sound of the rushing shower water. I couldn't move. I felt frozen in my state of arousal. Mike took over. He turned off the shower and pulled back the curtain. He ignored his own wet and naked body and wrapped me in a towel. Taking me by the hand he helped me climb out of the tub. I felt like a child being taken care of, but it felt sweet and nice. He pushed my wet hair back from my face and kissed me gently on the lips before wrapping a towel around his narrow waist. Turing his attention back to me he dried my hair and then my body. I was swept away with emotions as he lovingly rubbed the white terrycloth towel all over my body. I felt his eyes on my body the whole time. I didn't feel self conscious at all, just loved. I knew I was who and what he wanted, just as he was who and what I wanted. We were one. We wanted the same, loved the same and felt the same. Once he was done, he carelessly tossed the wet towel onto the small counter and quickly dried himself. I watched him then. I looked at him, and he was breathtakingly beautiful and virile. I willingly let him take my hand and lead me back into the main room. He brought me to the bed. We kissed. He stretched out on the bed and then pulled me onto the bed with him. Possessively he pulled my naked body to his. His rock-like manhood was pressed firmly against my side. No clothes shielded its heat from my skin. "I want to make love to you now." Mike said softly into my ear. Lust danced over my skin, right along with his wandering hand. "Please." I heard myself say. I was lost, having abandoned all thoughts and just decided to live in the moment. I explored the sensations he was creating, and the desires he lit within me. We kissed and he caressed more. He took my hand and placed it over his erection. The feel of him surprised me. His shaft felt hard but silky soft too. While the engorged tip of his rod felt thick and smooth. I wrapped my fingers around him and I could feel him pulse in my hand. I was thrilled by this. I moved my hand up and down the shaft exploring, but not really knowing what I was doing. When he groaned I stopped suddenly, afraid I had hurt him. I had never even jacked another guy off before. I felt so out of my element. "Don't stop...it feels good." "But I thought..." My words trailed off. I lost my train of thought. My head felt thick with my desires I had never felt before. "Shhhh..." He placed his lips over mine and my hand over his erection again. This time when he groaned I didn't pull away. His hands and mouth played over my upper body. Every so often he pulled his penis from my hands and kept it out of my reach. I sensed he was nervous about ejaculating too soon. I knew he wanted this to be just right for me. He always promised to make my first time special. My breathing caught in my throat as he rained kisses across and down my belly. I was pleasantly stunned and nervous. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what he was going to do next. I wanted to ask, but feared it would break the magical trance we were in. He stopped, sensing my nerves. He looked into my eyes, while his mouth sat poised over my womanhood. His eyes were so intense with his own desires. He looked as if he wanted to devour me. "May I?" He asked, as if reading my mind. I nodded. I was not sure about allowing him to place his mouth on my womanhood, but my body was practically screaming yes! And then I really did scream when his mouth lowered between my legs, and he ran his tongue over my outer lips. It tickled slightly at first, but that passed quickly leaving only a darker more sinisterly delicious sensation. He used his fingers to spread my vagina open. His tongue was slow as he loved me with it...licking my clit, sucking my labia, and lapping at my vaginal opening. My stomach convulsed, as I shoved my hands into his damp hair and held him in place while he nibbled lightly on my overly sensitive clit again. My thighs spread winder on their own vocation. When I felt a tremor run up my spine and down my legs, I knew something big was about to happen. I knew I was going to climax hard. My lips opened and a low moan escaped into the room. It was guttural, almost primal. "Come for me Meggie!" He licked. My chest heaved with my effort to breath. "Uh...Uhhhh!" "Oh baby, you taste so damn good." He sucked. Sweat beaded on my skin. I was hot, but shivering slightly. "Uh...uh...uh..." "I love you Meg. I love you." He clamped down on my clit one last time and flicked it wildly with his tongue. I felt my body blast off. My back arched from the bed. My hands tightened in his hair. I knew I was pulling his hair, but I didn't care. I felt and existed in a wonderful place of lapping pleasure. "Oh...my...God! Mike!" I gasped. I have never felt such a strong climax while masturbating. I felt light headed. "Good baby. Good! Fuck, you are hot!" Mike was sitting back on his haunches now. He looked like the Cheshire cat with a big grin. I could still feel my ebbing orgasm. My muscles felt fluid and loose. It was hard to focus my mind or eyes. Mike leaned down and placed kisses all around my mouth. I could smell my musk on his lips, and it appealed to me. "Kiss me." I said shyly. Mike crushed my mouth with his, without hesitation. I tasted myself on him. "Make love to me..." I said when he finally lets me up for air. I spread my legs further apart. "It might hurt a little." Mike whispered cautiously. "I don't care. Make love to me. Make love to me. Make love to me." Mike reached down between us and ran his hands over my vulva. "You are good and wet. That will make this easier and more enjoyable." He assured me. I was calm as he pressed the head of his penis against the entrance to my virgin body. I only tensed once as he pushed a little further in, and then there was a sharp pain that caused me to hiss. He stopped abruptly, staying perfectly still poised above me and inside me. "I am sorry." He gritted out. He was using extreme control and I could see what it is costing him. "Ok Mike. Ok. It doesn't hurt too badly." I was being semi-honest with him. It still hurt, but the pain was subsiding rapidly leaving a mixture of pain and pleasure that was somewhat intoxicating. He pushed deeper into me and my hooded eyes rounded with shock. He looked directly into my eyes while he pushed the last of his length into my body. I have never experienced such a feeling of fullness. I felt a pressure low in my belly. It was uncomfortable for a second, but then started to feel wonderful. He was so deeply buried within me that I could feel his testicles against my ass. One second I never wanted him to pull out, but the next I just wanted him out. It was a world-wind of sensations. This is when he began his rhythmic strokes back and forth; in and out. He filled me so perfectly, that it was as if he had been made perfectly for me. Our bodies were meant to fit together like a lock and key. "Oh Mike!" I called out as he hit a magical spot deep within me. I didn't feel like myself anymore. I felt changed. Mike and Megan Ch. 01 "You are so tight." Mike whispered with his face so near mine, and his blue eyes drilling deeply into mine. "Am I hurting you?" "Not any more. This is...blissful..." I smiled wanly, and he picks up his pace. I raised my hips to meet his thrusts. I wanted to be a good lover for him. I wanted him to be pleased with our lovemaking. Mike reached for my hand, but I was unsure so I pulled away. "Trust me Megan. I need you to come. I want us to come together. Let's work together." He pushed into me again...and again...and again... I let him take my hand and he pushed it carefully down between us. "Rub your clit for me. Rub it." I did as he said. At first I felt weird about it, but when he moaned with lust I become more confident and really started to work my clit as I have on occasions alone. Before long I could feel a gentle fluttering in my abdomen that promised to become a deep clenching orgasm. The flutters turned to tremors and ran down my legs and up my body. My nipples hardened into tight peaks, and perspiration beaded on my skin. I was gasping for air, but relinquishing any control I still held onto. I was giving everything over to my eminent orgasm. Mike seemed to be able to sense I was close. He seemed to be holding onto his own release by a thin string, when he suddenly plunged into me, and pulled my body tightly to his. He short stroked into me with rapid movements of his hips. He went so deeply inside me, when I felt my vagina grab tightly around his hard penis. Then I felt his penis jerk inside me and hot seed flooded inside my body. It splashed against my cervix. "Ohhh! Fuck!" I growled as my climax thundered through my body, heating my blood and leaving me breathless. Mike dropped forward with his full weight on my body. He was heavy and breathing like a man that just finished a marathon. We were sweaty and I could smell our sex on the air. I enjoyed his body on mine, but he rolled off quickly to allow me to catch my breath. I tried hard to regain some composure. "You swore!" Mike accused playfully, after a while. "Yes, I did." I admitted. "Tsk! Tsk!" "I can swear, Mike. I just choose not to do so very often." "Say 'cock' for me." "Cock!" I repeated. "Say 'cunt' for me." "Umm...Cunt!" "Good girl, now just one more. Tell me that you loved my cock in your cunt." He smiled wickedly at me. "Mike! I don't love that word." I paused. "Fine, I really did love your cock in my cunt." Mike folded me into his arms. I feel a little sore between my legs. "Did I hurt you?" "I am a little sore, but happy. I love you." "I love you too." Mike got up off the bed, leaving me feeling a little alone. "Where are you going?" "To get a wet cloth, and then I need to get out bags so we can look semi-decent. Then we need to think about some food, because I'm starving." "Oh, me too!" My body felt a little used and abused, but in a good way. I couldn't wait to make love again. Mike returned with a warm wet washcloth. He was gentle with me as he helped me shift onto my back. He spread my legs and cleaned me at my apex. "You bled a little. I am sorry." "Don't be. We made love. We finally made love, Mike. We are together now." I smiled at him, but that faltered when he pressed the washcloth to my sensitive clit. "If I wasn't so damn hungry, I would want to have my way with you again right now!" Mike said. "Ok, I better go get out bags before I dive back onto that bed. I watched as he turned and threw on the clothes he wore yesterday. "I'll be right back." Over their lunch, that Betty had kindly allowed them to make in her kitchen, they clinked their cans of Pepsi and smiled. "To us!" Mike said. "To us and our future!" Meg added. She smiled at her lover; at her brother. To be continued... Mike and Megan Ch. 02 **Hello everyone, I had a lot of requests to tie up this story. I know I left it a long time. I wasn't sure what to do with it. I have given it some closure with this story. I also changed tenses. I hope that doesn't bother anyone. I was already more than halfway through when I realized I had wrote the first in first person. Enjoy!** Meg heard the hotel room door open and close. The room was so dark. She fumbled for the bedside table lamp, but it was nowhere to be found. "Mike?" She asked into the darkness. No one responded. Meg stilled suddenly feeling the cold prickle of danger running up her neck. Mike wouldn't play such jokes on her. Not when they had just narrowly escaped their uncle's wrath. She was safe here. He would always protect her. "Ok, this isn't funny Mike. Please turn on the light." She said hopefully. She heard footsteps move around the foot of the bed. Her heartbeat kicked hard in her chest and her mind raced in so many directions all at the same time. Maybe it wasn't Mike. Maybe she was sitting here like an idiot while in real danger. Uncle Doug's ugly face floated through her vision. Had he found them? Had he come to hurt them? Would he do worse than hurt them? After all they had left him bound with tape on the floor of his own house. They had called the police and ambulance too for Aunt Lynn whom he had drugged and raped. Wouldn't he be in police custody? Maybe they couldn't hold him since Aunt Lynn was unlikely to press charges. She couldn't imagine that he had found them, though. They had drove and drove for hours. No one had followed them. And they were tucked away in a nowhere inn in a small nowhere town. Breathing. Meg could hear breathing. It was so near to her ear that her breath caught painfully in her chest for several long seconds. "Go away." she whispered airily. "I am going to fuck you." Came the cold dead voice. It was her Uncle's voice, but with a different quality to it. It was colder and more menacing, which was hard to imagine. "I am going to rape you and kill you." Meg screamed as loud as she could, but no sound came out. A large heavy hand landed firmly over her open mouth. "Don't you fucking dare." came the angry bark. "You asked for this you little bitch." Meg felt a strong hand pull her leg violently. The quick movement sent her flying backward so she now lay flat on her back on the bed. The bed that had previously felt comfy and safe, now felt like a rock beneath her. She wanted to beg and plead, but she was simply too scared to even form words. Her breathing was fast and her heart pounded faster. Where was Mike? Why wasn't he hear to save her? She turned her head toward where she knew the door was, even though she could see nothing but dark shadows. Hot tears rolled down her heated cheeks as her panties were ripped from her prone body. She cried in earnest now. She didn't want this and she didn't want to die. Suddenly she knew she had to fight. Feeling his heavy body over her, she couldn't be sure what she would connect with, but she brought her knee up viciously anyway. It connected with a soft area she could only hope was his balls. She screamed now and the sound reverberated around the room. "Meg! Baby! Wake up! It's only a dream..." Megan opened her eyes to look into the concerned face of her brother. Her brother and her lover. She pressed close as sobs continued to wrack her body. She was shaking badly. The dream, not the first she had had, was so vivid and so awful. "Mike, he will come for us." She said with absolute certainty. "He is probably in jail, Meg." "What if..." "What if nothing, Meg. He can't find us here. I will protect you." Mike shifted and sat up. "I am starving, let's go find some breakfast." Mike felt so let down after all their love making into the night, Meg woke up talking about Uncle Doug again. She kept having terrible nightmares and there was nothing Mike could do to protect her from them. He needed a game plan. He had to come up with a way to protect his sister and create a life for them. He had huge dreams. They would get a house eventually. He would work and take care of them. They might even have babies. He had read all the studies on incestuous relations and babies. There were a lot of off-putting scare tactics like the baby would be deformed. However, plenty of babies were born healthy and perfect. Life was full of chances, and they would love their baby no matter what. He realized he may be a bit naive, but what was life without some dreams. Mike had to be a man now. He had to take care of his sister and somehow find a way to make a life for them. Maybe it was old fashioned of him to think that way, and he knew Meg was also a very capable person, but he still felt he needed to set in motion a path to a life for them. After lunch, Meg went back to their room to settle into a warm bath. She still felt a bit sore from their love-making. Mike was still trying to wrap his head around it all. Making love to his very own twin sister was incredible, and even more amazing he had taken her virginity. It stunned him that what they had done had felt so right and so perfect; how could others ever find it disgusting and unnatural? Nothing had ever felt more natural that pushing his cock into his twin sister's hot wet cunt. Her body was truly a perfect match for him. Still floating on his personal high, Mike found the Inn Keeper, Betty, in the main lobby. She had a bucket of gardening tools and she wore a wide brimmed sun hat. She was just heading out the main door. "Hello Betty!" Mike hefted the heavy bucket from Betty's hands. She gave him a grateful smile. "How are you and your girl friend, Michael?" Betty smiled. Mike studied her face. Did Betty suspect they were siblings? He couldn't tell. "Wonderful! Great!" Mike was feeling euphoric and couldn't contain his enthusiasm. Betty looked at his face and smiled knowingly. Mike followed her out onto the veranda, down a few steps and around to the front gardens. "Some days I think I should sell this place. I love it with all my heart, but the upkeep is a lot of work." Betty grumbled as she stretched her back. Mike looked up at the big old inn and then around at the extensive gardens and lawn. It sure did look like a lot of work. "Do you have staff?" "I have my sweet Gracie. She cleans. You'll probably meet her later if you're still here. I don't have many other guests right now, so no rush for check-out if you plan to do that today. I won't charge you extra." Betty said kindly. "Well, that's why I came looking for you actually. Would it be alright with you if we stayed on for a few days, maybe the rest of the week? I have the money and I am more than willing to pay upfront! I promise we will treat the room very carefully." Betty was knelt down by her garden now. She looked up at Mike and squinted against the sun. "I had mistook you two for brother and sister the other night. However, after seeing you two together , I think I was wrong." Her voice held no disgust. Mike felt his stomach tighten. He didn't like to lie to this friendly lady, but he would surely protect himself and Megan no matter what. "She's the love of my life." He said as a roundabout. "Well Michael, you two are welcome to stay as long as need be. Might Megan be into gardening at all? I could pay her if she was willing to maybe help me out with watering and pulling weeds." Mike smiled a huge smile. He felt very welcome all of a sudden. "I will ask her, Betty! Thank you so much." Mike paused. "Do you think there might be any work in town for me? I am handy with cars." "Let me make a few calls and I will let you know, Michael." "Thank you so much, Betty." Michael hurried back to his room and to Megan. Megan heard her brother come through the door. She was still relaxing in a hot bath. She was keeping the anxiety at bay as best she could by thinking about the beautiful night she had shared with Mike. She tried not to think of all the what-ifs but they crept in. What if Aunt Lyn was in the hospital? What if Uncle Doug had given her too many sleeping pills? What if the police suspected she and Mike of doing something wrong? After all, they had left Doug bound in her room no less! By the time Mike made it into the washroom, already naked she noted, she was in a full blown panic. Tears were streaming down her face. "Baby! What's wrong?" Mike came to the side of the tub and knelt. He wrapped his arms around Megan as she began to sob. "The police are going to be looking for us! We will never be allowed to be together." She sobbed brokenly. "What? What makes you think that?" Megan spilled her rambling worries. Mike had had the same concerns, but hadn't wanted to scare her. "Listen, we're adults, not runaways. And we didn't do anything wrong. Uncle Doug raped Aunt Lyn, after tricking her into taking too many sleeping pills. He then attempted to rape you! Even if he lies and they do try to come find us, we have not done anything wrong." Megan's tears still came, but they had slowed. Her face was a bit red and puffy, but to Mike she was still totally stunning. Gently he stood and then eased himself into the bathtub with her. He sat behind her with her tucked between his legs. He was semi hard having her so close. He suspected he would always be semi hard around her naked body. He hoped he would be able to control himself otherwise now that they had finally crossed the line from being just brother and sister to true lovers. Mike told Megan about Betty's offer of work. She was exited and looked forward to helping Betty. "We will stay here for a bit, Meg. You can earn a little helping Betty, and I will find something nearby. Maybe we can look for a small rental in the area." Megan nodded. She still didn't feel convinced of their safety. "It will be okay my beautiful sister." He kissed her neck. Slowly Mike began to caress her perfect body. His hands slid over her skin under the water. Softly Megan sighed. "Are you still sore?" "I think I could handle more love making...." Megan smiled back at her brother. "Cumming inside you was the hottest damn thing!" Megan's face flushed prettily with a light blush. "Mike?" "Yeah?" "Will you do that thing again?" Megan was being shy and coy. "Hmmm which thing, baby?" Mike knew very well what his sister wanted, but he wanted her to ask for it. "Well, I wasn't too sure about oral sex at first, but it felt so good. Would you lick me?" "Where?" Mike asked, feeling excited. "My va..." Mike looked into her innocent eyes and shook his head before she could finish the clinical sounding word. "My pussy, Mike! Please lick my pussy again!" She giggled as he moved fast to haul them both out of the tub. They dried and rushed to the bedroom. Tumbling onto the bed their kisses were hot and hungry. Their hands explored and caressed. Mike loved how passionate his sister was becoming. She was so responsive to his touch and kisses. Her cunt was also dripping even before his mouth got there. He breathed deeply enjoying the sensual scent of her aroused pussy. "You're so wet." "Am I too wet, Mike?" She sounded apprehensive. "No baby, you're perfect. Completely perfect." Mike slid his tongue over her pussy lips enjoying the sweet taste of her. He used his fingers to spread her open and then took his time feasting upon her pussy and juices. He particularly enjoyed shoving his tongue into her cunt hole. Then he pushed two fingers up inside her and finger fucked her hot cunt while licking her throbbing clit rapidly. Soon he brought her off twice back to back. She quivered and moaned loudly. He worried that Betty or maybe the clearer Grace might hear them, but then he didn't care. He wanted to devour his sister, and right now that was all that mattered. Rolling her over to her stomach he spread her ass cheeks. She wiggled nervously but let him do as he pleased. With lust Mike dove in and ate his sisters little tight asshole out like a starving man. He licked around her rim enjoying the feel of her puckered skin. Then using his stiff tongue he probed her asshole until she squealed loudly. He stopped long enough to shove fingers into her cunt, then went back to tonguing her asshole. He did this until she was gasping with pleasure. "Mike...oh my God....Mike..." She rolled onto her back and a little out of reach. "I need to catch my breath." Mike sat up. His cock was throbbing and standing very hard and very ready. "I want to pleasure you." Megan declared. "Tell me how!" "Suck my cock." Mike stroked it while looking back at his sister. Her eyes rounded. "I might not be good at it." "Yes you will be. Please Megan." Megan got up and circled around the bed. Like a perfect slut lover she lowered to her knees. She was very tentative with her touch as she took over stroking his cock. Mike watched her every move. Some of his most vivid dreams were coming true. Megan on the floor between his legs stroking his cock was surely one of them. "Lick it." He coaxed. She did as he asked. She licked slowly and just a little. She moved back for a second with her little hand still firmly wrapped around his cock. She licked her lips. Mike could see she liked it. She licked again this time from the base to the tip. Mike took his cock. "Open your mouth." Megan complied and Mike pushed his cock inside, but not too deep. She was just learning. He'd teach her to be the perfect cock sucker. He'd teach her to be a lot of things he desired. However, he also aimed to be a passionate and attentive lover for her. "Suck my cock, Sis." Mike couldn't lie to himself. He got a naughty bit of pleasure in calling her "sis" while they fucked. She slowly and carefully sucked. Her teeth didn't touch him, which he thought was pretty good. She didn't take him very deep yet, but it felt good none-the-less. He stood up and automatically she accommodated by raising up on her knees. She opened her mouth again and Mike stuck his dick back in. Again, not too deep but deeper than before. Slowly he began to fuck her face. It felt good, and he found himself saying things that excited him as he did this to her. "I am going to fuck your tight wet cunt, Sis. I am going to blow a huge load inside you. My hot cum deep inside your pussy. I can't wait to make you pregnant one day. My baby inside you growing. Your own brother's baby inside you." Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and had to be inside her. Sitting back down on the bed he helped her up. Turning her to face away from him he had her sit back on his cock. He held her and helped her lower herself. She was just as tight as she had been before. Impossibly tight and Mike really had to concentrate or he knew he would blow his load way too soon. Megan gasped a little with pain as she lowered taking him fully inside her pussy. It felt good, but she was still a bit tender from before. He helped by putting his hand between her legs and rubbing her clit. Soon, she felt nothing but fullness and pleasure. They were really getting their rhythm. Really enjoying their lovemaking, when the door suddenly opened. Mike had forgot to put the extra lock. And he had neglected to put up the no room cleaning sign. The naked couple engaged in raw hot sex found themselves face to face with a beautiful young black woman just a bit older than themselves, and wearing a maid's uniform. "OH! I am so sorry! I did knock. I just came to clean...." Mike pulled a blanket around himself and Megan. The maid was already closing the door. Megan was breathing hard. She had been right on the verge of cumming. Mike had felt it with the way she had tightened around his cock. "That was so embarrassing!" Megan cried. Mike could barely speak. He needed to empty his balls. "I ...need to cum...." Megan was still a little shell shocked at being caught. Mike stood, lifting her off him. Without ceremony he spun them both around and bent his sister over the bed. With her face against the blankets he moved behind her and plunged into her again. He fucked her hard and deep. She moaned loudly. He hoped she would cum again, but he was too far gone. He needed to cum inside her. Soon enough he did. With a primal grunt he spilled his hot seed into his twin sister's cunt. After his cock stopped twitching inside her he could feel by her clenching walls of her pussy she had cum too. It was a split second decision. Mike jumped onto the bed and lay on his back. "Meg, straddle my face and feed me our cum." Megan wasn't too sure about this, but it sounded sexy and fun. She did as Mike instructed and straddled his handsome face. She felt him lick her pussy and felt his cum leaking out of her into his mouth and onto his chin. He ate their cum until she came again. Then finally he let her lay down next to him. They kissed and she could taste their mixture. It was perfect. This man was perfect. She loved her brother. Betty saw Gracie come racing down the hallway. "What's the matter sweetheart?" "I messed up, Betty!" Betty looked at the pretty young thing's face. "Gracie, what did you do?" She asked with a smile in her voice. "That young couple! I walked in on them...." "Oh? OH!" Betty giggled softly. Gracie looked at her forlornly. "Betty, this isn't funny! They were fucking like rabbits!" Betty laughed in earnest now. She leaned in and kissed the younger girl fully on the lips. Gracie kissed back. "It was an accident. I bet they actually enjoyed it. I have had couples that purposely made it so I would walk in on them, not to mention all the ones that fuck in the gardens and on the lawn." "They were shocked for sure, but I did knock." "I am sure it will be fine, lovely girl. So, what was your impression?" "I only caught a glimpse, but they're related for sure. I'd almost say twins to be honest." Gracie surmised. "I'd say for sure brother and sister." Betty said thoughtfully. "While isn't it funny they'd land here in our unassuming little den of sins. They're in the right place." "You're gonna help them out?" Gracie asked looking at her boss and lover. "I suspect they are running from something. However, they clearly love each other. Love is honest and good. I don't care if they're blood siblings. I think we should help them out. What do you think? "I think we should." Gracie agreed. Gracie leaned in and kissed Betty again. "I am done most of my cleaning what do you say we take a break and go to our room?" "Oh Gracie, you have the best ideas." The two women went hand in hand up the stairs. Betty smiled as she leaned back and enjoyed Gracie's mouth on her body. She would help the sweet young couple. Help them create a life together. Help them figure out whatever they had run away from. She was certain they had run. Betty was open minded and had a giving heart. Mike and Megan had landed just where they needed to be, even if they didn't know it yet, but right now she would make love to her beautiful Gracie.