8 comments/ 22976 views/ 6 favorites Reunited Twins Ch. 02 By: southensang It had been a couple hours since my sister and I had done what we were raised not to. As I lay there looking at her perfect face, I began to notice the small things that made her beautiful to me. The way her auburn hair flowed down the sides of her face to her back. The fullness of her lips calling out to me even though she was fast asleep. The cuteness of her nose, small perfectly formed like a button. I had an outpour of emotions, I began to imagine this melody while staring at her. I ran my fingers across her face ever so gently. I noticed how she reacted to the smooth caresses to her cheeks, lips, eyelids. She was mine, I was hers. There was no way around it. Glancing over at the clock I realized it was past three in the morning. Liz never slept past eight. It had been one of the only things mother took pride in, "Early birds always get the worms," she would always say. Funny I usually slept for four hours a night and she had never noticed that I got up early. The bitch. The melody in my head was beginning to take more of a compositional shape. Making small moves, being gentle as to not wake her, I made my way into the small recording studio that had once been meant as a guest bedroom. It came out naturally, though I say a bottle of Jack Daniels does add to the creative force of the mind. Before I had time to notice the clock in the hall rang throughout the house. I was nine in the morning. Liz would surely be up by now. Shutting all the equipment off I followed the maze of hallways that led to my room. The sheets were ruffled and turned on the bed, she had obviously gotten up. I didn't smell any coffee, that meant the front end of the house wasn't where she was at. I had just came from the studio end, there had been no sign of her there. It was only then that I heard her singing softly through the door. Walking over I pressed my ears to the door, she was singing my song. "You set me free, free to fly away from the shackles of life. Oh if only you had come along." Gosh she sounded good. I would have to get her on a record with me one time. Ever since we were little we would sing to each other. I didn't want to interrupt but without thinking about it I opened the door. The kit from last night was still laying out on the counter. I hurriedly put it away, even after all these years I was still embarrassed about myself. Weirdo John thats what I was, Liz was my polar opposite. Friends with nearly everyone in school, she never had a hard time finding friendship or keeping someone near. She just had a drawing power to her. She was in the shower, her image through the glass was mesmerizing. The way the water ran down her body, running freely over the curves, down past her pussy, over her firm hips, finally the long trip down her dizzyingly long legs. It was enough to drive me insane right there but I had to hold it together. Coming off as a sex crazed, blood thirsty nut would not go well. "Hey Liz glad to see your up, Need anything?" I said. Silently praying she wouldn't hate me for last night. "Hey you, where were you this morning? I got up and you were gone." She said poking her head out of the door to look at me. The image of her standing there behind the glass door dripping wet was enough to give me and instant hard on. "Yea sorry about that, had a thing in my head I had to get out." "Its OK, I just thought you were having second thoughts about last night," a look of fear came across her face. She was dealing with more then she was letting me know. After a few seconds of me staring at the floor making small circles with my right foot she said, "You weren't were you John?" Looking up at her, I noticed she was on the verge of tears. I walked over to her taking her head in my hands looking deeply into her eyes. "Before we did, yes I had doubts and hesitations, but now that its done no I don't. Nothing will ever come between us again sweetheart, nothing." I kissed her long and deeply. Out tongues fought hard against each others, battling for supremacy. "Can I get you anything sis," I said finally after what seemed like years of kissing. She gave me a quick look and turned off the water, "John if you wouldn't mind can I stay here awhile, I mean I understand things are starting to pick up in your life and you probably don't have time but I can be a housekeeper while your gone. Just please don't make me go," her voice trailed off, as did her eyes. As if she was looking for something far in the distance, she seemed to have forgotten where she was. I laughed out loud, taking a few steps back to sit on the toilet. "Sis your more then welcome to stay here, but I don't need a housekeeper I have one already. Besides we both know how your room used to look at moms." I could still hear mom in my head, "Why don't you keep your room clean like your brothers, you live like a whore, dress like one. Your never going to get a nice man and settle down unless you learn to pick up after yourself young lady." "What do you mean don't make you go? Sis what happened?" I looked back to her, still staring off into space. Slowly she came back to reality, the joy and happiness that had once filled her face now fled. She looked down at the floor her shoulders relaxed, with a sigh she looked back up to me. She slipped out of the door not bothering to grab the towel and sat down in my lap. Wrapping her arms around my neck she started her tale, "I was going to attend the signing party. The one last night where you where at the record store meeting people and signing your new album. Well I was in line with your album, god you probably weren't even a hundred feet away when this guy started talking to me, telling me I was beautiful, what he would like to do with me. I finally had enough and walked out setting my things down. On my way out of the store I noticed that a couple of the guys where following me out. I began to run to my car when they broke out into a run." She looked down at the floor. Still she told me the reason of why she had showed up on my doorstep in the middle of the night. As she resumed her story she began to shake. "They had caught up to me just as I had began to unlock my car. They took turns John, turns raping me." She fell apart in my arms sobbing. I myself was in shock, my own sister had been raped while I was a few hundred yards away inside signing stupid autographs. "The worst part is that I knew one of them. Lance McHenry from middle school, he always had a crush on me since high school. I guess it was his way of getting back at me for never going out with him. I had been saving myself John, hoping someday you would come back and sweep me off my feet. But those were just dreams, the dreams of a stupid little girl." "Hey Liz you don't have to worry about anything anymore. Move in with me, stay here." I wiped the tears from her eyes as she struggled to form words between fits of uncontrollable sobs. "Oh thank you John, thank you." She seemed alright now the sobs were at a minimum. I left her to get ready while I brewed some fresh coffee minus rum. While the coffee brewed I returned to the bedroom. Not only to bask in her glory but to slap on fresh sunblock. Damn lights, the electrician had promised that a person with photo sensitivity wouldn't be affected. I didn't have photo sensitivity but I didn't want to come right out and say "hey I'm a sang vampire and have really sensitive skin don't let the lights hurt the skin or I'll kill ya." God the press would have a field day with that one. "Hey beautiful, what do you say to you getting ready, grabbing some coffee, and heading out to buy to more then one pair of clothes." I said after my ritual of slathering on as much SPF 80 as possible. She spun around on her heels, "Oh John you don't have to, I wouldn't want to impose." The grin on her face though gave her away, Liz had always like shopping, she didn't have nice things, normal clothes but still she had a plethora of them. "Nonsense your my girl now, if I feel like taking you out and spoiling you rotten I will," a smile quickly formed on both our faces. The drive was smooth. Of course it was my 2008 Saleen S302E Sterling Edition, cost me a pretty penny. At over one hundred grand it was meant for serve my need for good looks, as well as being able to evade any damn paparazzi. I drove to one of the many designer stores in LA. Before getting out of the car I threw on a pair of sunglasses, it was a small chance at hope. Maybe someone wouldn't recognize me. It felt nice for once to be normal. Liz had so much fun while shopping. I almost died laughing when the clerk asked her if she needed any lingerie. Of course out of respect I kept my distance in the store only stealing glances when the clerks were too busy finding new things to wear for her. The checkout had been a thing to remember. The glasses that had hid my face fell off as I leaned forward to sign the check for the clothes. I tried to pick them up and put them on but the damage was done. Two high shrills erupted from across the store. "Well there went the evening," I thought to myself. "Oh my God, Jessica look who it is!" one girl who couldn't have been more then twenty two screamed. The girls came running over wanting me to sign almost everything they owned. I couldn't say no, they were after all my fans, the ones who were responsible for me having the money to treat my sister with clothes. "Hi," I said while shoving my glasses back on. The clerks were both wide eyed once they realized who I was. After ten minutes of chatting to them I put my arm around Liz's' waist and pulled her close. Hopefully that would signal to them I wasn't interested in anyone. The girls got the message they still hounded me with questions, but with less of a body language of throwing themselves at me. Liz introduced herself but left the word "Sister" out of the conversation. With a slight squeeze of my arm she got my message, "Thank you." Then they said the magic sentence. "Please can we have just one photo for out facebook pages?" "Sure," I said flashing a smile. They stood on each side and I put my arms around them made a rock out face and closed my eyes, the flash would have blinded me. After what seemed like many goodbyes Liz and I gathered our things and headed towards the car. Well that hadn't been as bad as some spontaneous fan meetings. One girl had asked me to marry her once, she was only thirteen, I was twenty three. "Gosh Jessica, he is so down to earth. Its like he is normal not famous," one friend exclaimed to the other. Giggling like there was no tomorrow, sometimes female fans could be well for lack of a better word, childish. "I know, whoever Liz is, she is extremely lucky. If I had his piece of ass in my home. Mm mm girl you don't even want to know," Emily said. "They must really be in love, did you see the way he was putting himself in front of her all the time. Almost like he was protecting her." "Em you don't know who she is? You went to her birthday part in the ninth grade." Jessica explained, "Thats his twin sister Elizabeth. Eww she always said she felt special about him, god can you imagine what they do at home? Oh just wait till the reporters hear about this." "Its none of your business or mine what they do in their home Jessica." Emily was angered by her friends words. Nobody deserved to have their life thrown out for the whole world to see. "And you better not let this leak to anyone, or I will tell your mom that you lost your cherry to half of the football team!" "You wouldn't dare!" "Try it bitch," Emily was serious, she remembered Elizabeth now. That sweet fragile girl, she had always been looking for someone in her life. Jessica was not about to mess that up. With just a few clicks of her phone the photograph of John Morris, Jessica, Elizabeth,and herself was lost. Gone, having never existed. "Fine don't you ever talk to me again." Once we were inside the car it was as if we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Small touches on the thighs, shoulders, face. It was pure magic. About halfway home Liz undid her seatbelt and leaned her head against my shoulder. "What did you have in mind for this afternoon bro?," she said relaxing into my shoulder. "I intend to finish what was started last night sis, "my hand made its way down to her thigh. Starting with gentle touches, I rubbed back and forth. With each stroke coming further and further closer to her pussy. Her breathing had deepened, letting out slow moans. Her nails dug into my arm only intensifying my rubbing. We were finally home. Only in the safety of the garage did I kiss her. In one quick motion I picked her up, out of the car seat and into the house. We didn't make it to the bedroom, we needed each other then and there. With an animalistic growl she began tearing off my shirt. In one swift move she pulled my jeans and boxers off. Shoving me into the nearest chair she straddled me and slowly lowered herself onto my dick. Her pussy was warm and welcoming, as she slid down my cock. Letting out an "Ohhh" as she reached the bottom. She stayed there letting herself get used to being filled. I looked up and her face was mixed with feelings of extreme pleasure and pain. While she was still sitting on my member I took one of her nipples to my mouth. Nibbling it and sucking, one then the other. Leaning my head back I kneaded her breasts until her hand came up and pulled them away. "John somethings wrong, " she said as she looked into my eyes. I couldn't figure it out. What had I done wrong? Granted I had no experience but I knew from common sense this is how its done. "Whats wrong love?" She didn't answer but started to lift herself up. About halfway up she stopped and a cringe shook throughout her whole body. I knew something was wrong now. She was supposed to be enjoying sex, not be in pain. I looked down as she was still lifting herself from my cock. There was small amounts of blood all over her and myself. "Shit, Liz what did they do to you?" "Oh my god, John I can't please make it stop it hurts," she was crying now. I picked her up and set her in the chair pulling myself out in on quick motion. I held her down as she screamed in pain. "Come on, Liz lets get you to the doctor," I cradled her in my arms to the bed where she layed down still sobbing. I got my cell and dialed Craig, my personal doctor. "Hello?" Craig sounded irritated. "Hi Craig this is John, I was just wondering if you could come out I have an emergency," trying to hide the terror in my voice. What had those perverts done to my sister. They were going to pay. If it took every ounce I had and every cent I owned, they would pay. "Sure man, thats what ya pay me for right?" I sat with her on the bed holding her hand telling her it would be alright. Soon Craig arrived, he let himself in and made his way to the bedroom. When he caught site of the blood between her legs it set him off. "Jesus man, I thought you would have respect for women, not cut them open to feed a psychological fantasy. " A little more then a year ago I had tried to ask him some questions about my condition but he clearly still hadn't accepted it. He rushed over to her and asked her who she was and if he could call anyone next of kin to let them know how she was doing. "She's my sister Craig, She was raped last night." whew here goes nothing, "She was complaining about a pain when she discovered she was bleeding thats all," god please let him accept that. He wouldn't believe the truth. "Oh, sorry about jumping to conclusions man. Do you mind if we have some privacy," he said shifting into doctor mode and slipping latex gloves on, "I need to examine her." "Oh please John don't leave me," she reached for my hand," please stay." "Miss I really need to begin, John if you want to stay you can but try to keep her still." Craig lifted the small piece of clothing and began his examination. "Looks like nothing from here. He spread her lips and more blood oozed out. "Shit, she's got vaginal tearing John. Whoever raped her did it very forcefully. I am assuming of course that you have reported this to the authorities." He gave both of us a hard stare as he set the clothing back down. "Not yet, I was to ashamed at first." She looked at me while speaking to him. "Well there isn't much I can do other then prescribe medication for the pain. " He gave a reassuring look to Liz. "These should heal in a few days to a couple weeks." She looked up at me and panic set in. Putting her hands over her face she began to sob. Only after Craig had gave her two pills did she finally calm down after about an hour. "Geez man what did you give her?" I said looking into the room. Liz was sleeping heavily having not moved a muscle in two hours. "Vicodin, One every four hours. John," he said taking my shoulder and pulling back outside the room," The other was just a pill to let her get some sleep. Look John this is one of the worst cases of tears I have ever seen what exactly happened?" I told him the whole tale. The four men taking turns raping my sister. How she had wandered for miles to my doorstep. Having a hot shower and then sleeping for most of the night and day. "Well like I said, I can't do anything. John I know its not my place to tell you what to do but you have to report this. Otherwise they can just do this again to another persons sister. And they," he put his hand on my shoulder," might not have the resources you can give her." He got his things and made his way to the door before turning around, "Just remember give her one every four hours, call me if you need anything. I'm so sorry man. God, four of them on someone that small it must have been brutal." When he was gone I called the police and reported the incident and gave them the name of the one she had known. They wouldn't get away with this, they had picked the wrong guys sister to fuck with. Reunited Twins Ch. 03 It was heaven on Earth. Here I was, twenty five, with the love of my life, and I was on tour. The next show was also my last in the tour, Rome. The tour had lasted for a year and a half, now we could finally go home after this last show. It couldn't get any greater then this. I was getting to see the world with Liz, my sister, my love. "OK yea, uh huh. Got it. Hey John got it. Mmm hmm yes there too," my manager was rattling away to some promoter on the phone. The van hurdled us from the airport to our hotel. Flying through the streets of Rome at an incredible pace, the scenery seemed to blur. The limo with escorts in place were taking another route. Hey when you want privacy sometimes its easier to deceive the public at large. I was especially private when it came to Liz and I being seen together. I had nearly flipped when new magazines had the headline "John's New Squeeze" on the cover. She wasn't a squeeze, she was my angel and now as we flew down the streets she lay across the seat, her head resting in my lap. She must have been worn out from the constant flights, stops, shows, road trips, etc. I couldn't blame her. Last year I had nearly past out on stage from exhaustion but now I had learned to get used to it. It had been two years since she had came to live with me. My first album that was released prior to her living with me had sold a whopping 45 million copies worldwide. The follow up had almost doubled that. Life had been perfect, not to mention the sex. We were like a newlywed couple every time we were alone together. Our bodies always seemed to cry out in hunger. We were only too happy to oblige. The scenery changed constantly around us. Sometimes I would look up in the sky after making love and wonder where we were, only to realize it didn't matter. I was with her. "OK here we are. Hey Rob drop them off around back," Jim my manager told the driver. As the van pulled to the back entrance we opened the doors and hopped out. It was strange not hearing the moans of fans, the grabbing of your clothes, the excitement in the air. I poked my head back into the door. My angel lay still, sound asleep in the seat. " Hey Liz, we are here babe." I rubbed her cheek and she stirred. Her eyes opened slowly taking in her surroundings only to focus on me afterwards. A smile formed across her lips, "About time," she yawned, "I thought we were just gonna go straight to the show without any sleep." She sat up and exited the van. Turning back to Jim I asked, "Hey what room?" "Hang on one sec big guy, yea thats what I'm saying. Movie this summer and come out with the soundtrack at the same time. Have everyone jumping up and.." "Jim what room!" Liz and I both said, annoyed at Jim. Man we had done a show, had a twelve hour flight, and had like seven hours before the next show. I needed some goddamn sleep. Jim put his hand over the phone, "Umm I think its 312. Oh yea I'm back. See that what I'm talking about come out with a bang right here the whole world will be talking," and just like that he was off again. The van pulled away with him still rattling off. I loved Jim, greatest manager ever but his phone conversations were annoying as hell. I put my arm around Liz and we headed inside. We made our way to the room and entered. At least Jim had honored my request, no fancy suite just a regular room. "Oh god I'm dying for a shower," Liz said after trying out the bed. She went in the doorway and grabbed her clothes from the pre-packed bag in the room. "Hey mind if I join ya?" "Of course not silly," she let one of the straps fall down onto her arms. Her cleavage looking more and more savory. I composed myself and went into the bathroom. She had already began to undress while the water warmed. "You know I don't think I will ever get bored with you," I said taking a breast in my hand and giving it a little squeeze. "John not tonight, here lately it seems thats all we do. Tonight lets just enjoy each others company," I continued to play with her breasts and she let out a laugh, "If you don't knock it off there are going to be fifteen little John's all over the house." She shove my hand out of the way and removed her panties. I laughed too. We certainly had been doing it a lot. Maybe she was right, maybe we needed to slow down and see how things progressed. "OK love." I gave her a kiss as she backed into the shower door with a thud. "You know you always were a little hard headed," she wrapped her arms around my neck, "but tonight I mean it, no sex." She stepped into the shower, I followed. I honored her words, no sex. Man it was gonna be a long night. We soaped each other up, being careful not to miss one inch of each others bodies. I gave her a neck massage after rinsing the last of the soap off. She had a pain in her neck from sleeping awkwardly on the plane. I wrapped my arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "Will you marry me?" "John you know we can't, but if there was a way I would," she turned to face me. A look of hurt came over her face. She rubbed my face with her hand and gave me a soft kiss. "I'm not talking about a huge ceremony lets just say we are married. I can get you a ring, nobody would ever have to know. " I kissed her, long and deep. Letting my words sink in. "Your wrong. One person would know," she teared up, "John it would be wonderful to be your wife, but we just can't. She would ruin everything in our lives." "Don't worry about her, I can handle it. If she approved, would you?" She thought the question over for a minute, "Yes, I would John. I love you." Later on that night after Liz had finally went to sleep after cuddling and soft kisses, I made my way to the phone. After going through the proper channels to get the call placed I found my heart racing when it began to ring. What would she think? Her own daughter that she hated and son that was perfect had wound up together. They are even thinking of marriage. "Hello?" a soft voice answered. "Yea um hi Mom its me, John," that was all I could work out. "Oh, well do you know what time it is young man? This is no hour to be calling up ladies, especially your mother. Didn't I rai," "Hold on mom before you chop my head off I need to talk to you," oh I would get it later at Christmas. Mom hated being interrupted. "Well I suppose you'd better get on with it eh," she sounded annoyed now. Her breathing quickened a small bit and she started to suck her teeth. The little noise she produced would have sent me and Liz asking for a sleepover at a friends house rather then deal with her. I took in a deep breath, "Mom I am going to get married. I have found this great woman. She brightens up the day. When I'm around her its like I don't know how I survived before without her," I went on and on and on until I thought I had ground the point into mothers mind. "Well she seems like a lucky girl John, but why do you have to call me and tell me about it." "Because mom, the woman I want to marry, the woman of my dreams its...its." I couldn't bring myself to say it. Halfway from fear of the backlash but also from a hope that there was still something human about mother. I didn't want to be the one that took that away from her. "Elizabeth, " she said. It was like being kicked in the chest, "How...How do you know." " Oh John, you two were always together when you were little. Hugging and kissing, holding hands. I tried to put an end to it but it was no use. I reckoned being hard on you sister would stop it. You, after all, are a man. My words wouldn't even start to keep your hormones at bay. But the day that bitch put you in the hospital I had enough." Holy crap. Mom had always knew, Liz and I thought we were being discreet about everything when we were little. I guess a mothers intuition really was something else. "I don't care John, if you want to ruin your life fine. But don't ever come back home. Thats the deal, I assume you called so that I wouldn't tell anyone your brother and sister? Well if you don't want me calling and spilling the truth to everyone, don't ever bring yourself or her back here again. Do you hear me?" That punishment seemed easy enough, "OK mom. You got it." It was done, Liz and I could be married. I hung up the phone and got into bed. Liz lay with an expression on her face seemed to say she was having a good dream. I slid my arm under her and pulled her in close. She awoke for a short minute. Just long enough to glance upwards and smile at me. It wasn't long before I was asleep too. The knock came at nine in the afternoon. Liz and I had gotten a solid six hours of sleep. " Hey man time to go. Code 13." I woke Liz as I got up to get my stage attire. She sat up in bed and yawned. Her eyes struggled to adjust but seemed to do fine when finding me. "That time already?" "Yes love, will you come with me tonight?" I had wanted to drag her to a show since she had started tagging along. She, however, preferred to stay in the room. "Tonight I think I will. Its not everyday my man is playing in Rome. I would love to see the city." She got out of bed and stretched. Making her way over to her bag she started dressing as well. " What should I wear, a dress?" " Oh no just put something on thats comfortable," at least I could say the same. My stage outfit for this tour was simple. Denim, Denim by the tons. Converse sneakers, jeans, black tee, denim jacket and shades. When we were through we departed and headed for the back door. Once again everyone thought I was on the other end of town so there wasn't anyone in sight. Hand in hand we got into the van and were shuttled off towards the show. "I talked to her last night Liz, " I whispered. We were alone in the van except for the driver but I didn't want him knowing we were engaged. "And what did she have to say about that?" She turned her head towards me. Looking mad as hell. I retold our conversation. Liz sat there and took it all in. "You mean? She's alright with us?" "Well only on the condition that we never come back home. That doesn't seem to be a problem." I squeezed her hand and she teared up. " Thank you John, my answer is yes. I will be your wife." She kissed me softly, careful not to smear any of her makeup or god forbid get lipstick smudges on me. That would have sent the fans wild. We arrived at the show in less then five minutes. We were rushed out of the van by security down the long path until we reached the police barricades. I made my way over to the piano below the stage and took my seat. "Knock um dead John. I'm going to watch from the end of the stage across from you OK?" She looked excited. I hadn't seen her have this much fun since we were little kids. I nodded as the piano and I were lifted up to the stage. Once I was on the stage the audience decided to hit a certain pitch of screams. I was told it was nearly 180 decibels. "Good evening Rome and happy thanksgiving." I launched into the show, at three hours long it was one of the longest shows I had ever done. I couldn't have done it if it wasn't for this young lady standing off backstage in the shadows. Finally the last number came up on the set list. It was a song Liz had wrote for me. I had secretly put it to music without her knowing it. I turned to the crowd after a long swig of water, "Now I'm going to bring someone very dear to me up on stage. She wrote me this song and she is the most amazing person I have ever known. Elizabeth dear would you come up here." She put her hands up over her face and shook her head. Her eyes were wide with shock. I made my way over to her and took her hand, "Its OK they won't bite." We made our way to the piano bench. Her taking a seat right next to me. I began her song and crowd seemed to calm down. Lighters came up, swaying from side to side. As I ended, the piano with Liz and I began to lower itself back down from the stage. Liz was in tears. I had to carry her to the van as we made our way towards the airport. "John that was so sweet thank you," she finally managed to get out, "but if you ever bring me up there again I will kill you." "No you won't, " I smiled. Liz couldn't hurt a fly everyone who knew her knew that. She also seemed to have forgotten that was the last show of the tour. Now we were homeward bound on our way to the airport. She giggled and snuggled up close to me on the flight, "You know I have a surprise of my own little bro," she fidgeted with anticipation. "What is it Liz?" I thought it was probably more naughty lingerie. Nothing could have prepared me for what came out next. Those two words were the most magical words I had ever heard. She leaned close to me and nibbled on my ear before saying, "I'm pregnant." I was stunned for a few moments. I couldn't believe it, I was going to be a dad. "I love you," was all I could manage to say. A flow of kisses followed. We fell asleep in each others arms, if only the dream I had wasn't so bad. "I hate you," our mother was screaming at Liz. Why did she have to be a bitch all the time. This time it was for dropping a glass in the kitchen sink and breaking it. "Fine I WILL leave you alone." Liz came into my room crying her way over to my bed. She sat down, leaned her head against my shoulder and just cried. "Liz its going to be OK We aren't living here forever you know. Soon you and I will have our own places and be free of her." I rubbed her back to get her to relax. It seemed to work she soon stopped crying and looked up at me. "Why can't any of my boyfriends make me feel the way you do John? All they want is sex." "Well for one I'm your brother, its my job. Two I really don't care for sex. I got too much on my plate right now as it is dealing with my blood lust." I pushed her auburn hair out of her face and wiped the tears from her face. "Oh, how are you by the way. You haven't came to me for any in awhile. I was beginning to get worried." She sat up rubbing more tears from her face. "I haven't had any in a month. I'm starting to vamp out everywhere I go, but I will be fine for now," I didn't want the conversation turning to me, not now. I wanted to make her feel better, not like she was a toy for my use. "How is your hand Liz?" Her hand had gotten cut pretty badly from picking up glass from the sink. The blood was starting to flow pretty bad. She had wrapped her hand up in her tee shirt but it was being stained red from the blood. "It hurts like hell, I think there is glass still in there." I took my kit from the nightstand and collected the long pair of tweezers. She was right there were a few small slivers of glass in her cuts. Once I had them out I began to wrap it up. Being gentle not to cause anymore pain then necessary. I leaned back on the bed looked at her. She moved forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. I inhaled her scent through my nose. The smells of the sunshine on her hair. Her skin smelled of honey, and her perfume, like lemons. I broke the kiss, leaning further back to rest on the headboard. She leaned in again to kiss me but I stopped her lips with my hand. "Liz we can't, you mean more to me than anyone but we can't." "You little slut. Look what you've done now. You just wait here, I will be right back." our heads snapped around to the doorway. Mom turned and walked out my room to the kitchen area. "Liz we have got to get you out of here now." With that I climbed out my window and helped her out. We took off running across the front yard. Hearing mother race out of the front door with a butcher knife in her hands only made us run faster. "Run Liz for gods sake RUN." I took her good hand and pulled her with me. My heart was pounding from the fast running. We were at the street now, if we could just make it across we would be alright. We could lose mom in the woods. "John wait," Liz sounded terrified. Pulling against my arm to slow me down, but I kept going. There was no way in hell that bitch was going to hurt Liz. "John," Liz screamed as she let go of my hand. I didn't even see the van coming. It hit me on the left side of my body. I heard the crunch of my leg as I rolled across the top of the van, finally coming to rest on the pavement behind it. The sounds began to blur together, my vision began to darken, and then I was gone. "All passengers this is your captain speaking we will be landing in Los Angeles one hour early. Please prepare for landing." I awoke from my dream slowly. Letting the night seep in as we sailed through the sky. Liz was awake sitting next to me watching the in-flight movie. "Ah your awake, I thought you would never wake up. You've been out for hours." She smiled and took my hand squeezing it. Her lips mouthed "I love you". "I love you too," I croaked. Three hours on stage and twelve hours of sleep a week will do that to ya. "Shh rest your voice. Soon we will be home and we can," "Hey theres the big man. Great news man, great news. I managed to fill up some of your time tomorrow with a spot on the Ellen talk show." Jim my manager butted in from behind the second class curtain. I nodded and he vanished back behind the curtain. I gave a sorrowful look to Liz and she understood. "Its OK, after that tomorrow your all mine." She bit her lower lip and grabbed my crotch making my cock jump with joy. I had passed out after the interview on the talk show. I awoke to the familiar feeling of lips tenderly kissing my cock. Her hands stroking me slowly, licking playfully at the head. She took my dick in her mouth in one thrust. Her head bobbed up and down while she played with my dick with her tongue. She came up for breath, spit stringing from the head of my dick to her mouth. Licking her lips she climbed on top of me. Taking my cock with her hand she guided it to her welcoming pussy. I leaned forward to kiss her as she slide down to the bottom. She broke the kiss and pushed me back down, "You relax and enjoy this. You've worked hard John." I watched as she rose to the top of my dick only to slam back down. She began to pound and pound into me. Letting out groans as she kept going faster and faster. I grabbed her hips forcing her down harder. She rocked with pleasure and collapsed on my chest. Shifting my weight I rolled her onto her back. Taking position between her legs I entered her. She screamed my name as I pumped into her. Her legs had been wrapped around my back now straightened out and shook. Liz had incredible orgasms they were fun to watch. Her whole body would shake until she rode it out. Any normal person that saw her would swear she was having a seizure. I never stopped and kept going faster. The sound of "fap, fap, fap," echoed throughout the room. "John stop please its too much," she pleaded. She tried her best to push me off of her but I knew what she liked. Liz loved being taken to the edge so I kept going. "Oh god, oh god, ohh.." another orgasm overtook her. I felt my balls pull tight, this was it. I gave one final thrust and emptied my sperm into her womb. Rolling over next to her I held her in my arms. She pulled me close and continued to shake as her orgasm slowly receded. Her breathing calmed and she looked me in the eyes. "Why are you so good to me?" "Because you deserve it." I took hold of her hand and kissed it softly. She responded by snuggling close to me and purring like a kitten. I had to admit, I had spoiled her rotten. After all the shit she and I had put up with it was time someone did though. I drifted to sleep with my arms wrapped around her belly. The belly that bore my child. My head was all fuzzy. I was in a hospital, that I was sure of. The beeping of the machines beside the bed made my head pound. My left hand felt warm my right hand, cold. Struggling to look down I noticed my right hand had Iv's running through it. My left hand was in someones grasp. Reunited Twins Ch. 03 Liz sat slumped in a chair beside my bed. I couldn't tell if she was asleep or crying softly. I did my best to squeeze her hand and she looked up with tears in her eyes. "John? Honey are you awake?" I tried to talk but I couldn't, something was wrong with my throat. Instead I just squeezed her hand again. She smiled and stood up wiping the tears from her eyes. "John, I'm so sorry." Her head turned as she looked over my body. "They said every bone in your foot is broken, your leg twice in two places and a hip fracture." I couldn't feel the pain, the hospital meds were doing a good job of keeping it at bay. Turns out I had cuts all over my left side as well as glass embedded in most of them. My left eye had turned red from busted blood vessels. It took a few months but I was home in a wheelchair soon after. Upon coming home I felt like the joy had been ripped from me. I had to come back here after leaving didn't work out as I planned it. Mom was holed up in her room not wanting to see me or Liz. My sister rolled me to my room and let me take it from there. I went over to the window and gazed outside at the birds. Liz went over to my bed and sat down. "John, we need to talk." I continued staring at the birds, "Liz don't, not now I just got back." She walked over to me and spun me around to face her. "John I'm leaving. I..I..I got a small place downtown. Today is my last day mom doesn't know about it. John, I want you to think about moving in with me. We won't need to work, we have dads money. Now that we are old enough we can get it and I can take care of you until your back on your feet." "Liz, I would love to live with you. Just get a bag ready, I only need clothes." Liz went over to my chest of drawers and started packing my duffel bag full of clothes. " Liz don't forget my kit either. I will need it." She dug it out and packed it turning to me she smiled. "OK lets go." "Go where Elizabeth?" Mom stood in the doorway, her small revolver in her hand. It was pointed at the floor but all mom needed was one excuse and she would no doubt shoot Liz. "Mom I'm moving out I can't take it anymore. I've asked John to come along until he gets better." Liz's' hands started shaking. I reached out and took one of her hands to calm her. This seemed to help Liz but it did nothing to help mothers temper. "Look what you've done to him. He thinks he is in love with you. You little cunt get out of my house," mother raised the gun at Liz and waited for her to move. "He is in love with me mother, and I him. Just let us go, you won't ever hear from us again." Liz started to tear up again pleading with our mother. "Mom its true, please let us go. I thought you would want us to be happy, you have to let us." I tried to put on my suck up face but mom wasn't buying it today. She pointed the gun next to one of Liz's feet and fired. The echo nearly split my ears. Liz only flinched, "Fine mom if thats the way you want it," Liz bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. The look in her eyes told me she would be back for me later. Liz turned and opened my window, she gave one last look at mother and slipped out. That was the last time I would be in the same room with her for five years. Mother turned and walked back to her bedroom. She had returned of course that night. I hadn't known that while I was asleep mother had nailed the windows shut and changed the locks on the house. Liz stood outside my window in the rain desperately trying to open the window quietly. I wrote her a note and held it up to the glass. "Liz, I Love you. Mom nailed windows and changed locks, I can't get out. She is in the next room with her gun in case you return. Take my advice and leave. If I ever get out of here I will find you, no matter how long it takes." She read the note and sobbed when she reached the end. Slowly she kissed her hand and held it to the glass. I did the same and mouthed, "I love you." My love turned from the window and ran towards the tree line. I watched until I couldn't see her white shirt dodging between the trees. to be continued...