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The English Twins 01

By: pollysyllabic



This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are insulted by sexually explicit subject matter or language and incest, DO NOT read this!

This story is a work of fiction about incest! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form!

This story may not be reproduced in any form without the permission of the author.



For the Leyland twins Richard and Rowena, life was good. Very, very good. 

Father was seen in the City as a financial wizard and ran 'Gilt Edge', one of the largest investment companies in the 'square mile'. His success brought the family mansion in the rolling countryside of Richmond, a penthouse suite in Monte Carlo and a yacht in the marina below. Money had never been an issue, although never spoiled, neither of the twins had ever wanted for anything. 

Mother was the Tory Member of Parliament for Richmond East and had held a number of Cabinet posts, being tipped as a possible future leader of the party. The current Secretary of State for Commerce, she was affectionately known as the 'Darling of the House' due to her undoubted beauty which she carried well. Her looks and body belied her age of forty five years, her wit and intelligence that of someone much older. She had a razor sharp mind and was a tough and difficult negotiator; this was a beauty with brains and balls.

Hardly a day passed without either Mummy or Daddy appearing in the broadsheets and tabloids, they were without doubt, the most high profile couple in the land.  

Had it not been for their different gender, the 23 year old fraternal twins could well have been identical. Both were blonde with flawless impossibly blue eyes, and at 6' 4" and 6' 1" respectively, Richard and Rowena were tall, tanned and well proportioned physically as well as being blessed with their parents good looks. Two of life's 'beautiful people'.

After attending Eton, Richard moved on to Oxford University where he shared a large apartment on the periphery of the town with his sister. He was studying Politics. He had achieved 'Blues' representing the University at both Rugby and Athletics and had been selected for the England team in the European Championships. He was extremely popular with the girls, and although he had had a number of affairs with fellow students, they were not as many as one would suppose. He had little time for any such dalliances between his studying and his self imposed fitness regime. His aim was gold, 10,000 metre Olympic gold. Almost all of his free time was spent in the gym, pool, or pounding the local lanes of Oxford with his running companion, Rowena.

After Rodean, Rowena had also moved on to Oxford where she studied Math. She represented the University at Hockey, and like Richard, athletics. She had also represented England, running the Marathon at the European Championships where she chased the world champion to a very close second. Naturally, she was the target of every blue blooded male on the campus, one or two of which had managed to bed her. Not that Rowena had a low sex drive, the previous night's sexual marathon with one of her trainers being the proof of that. But currently, all of her energies were directed to achieving the peak of physical fitness. Not unlike her brother, Rowena's aim was also Olympic gold and she intended to beat her brother to it.

The twins loved each other as all siblings do. They supported each other in all of their endeavours and appeared to all intents and purposes, a normal everyday set of twins. However, there was a field where the rivalry between the twins was white hot, the matter of fitness. It was no coincidence that they chose each other to exercise with, the other's 'times' were closely studied and every exercise was a race between the two. It didn't matter whether it was swimming; gym reps or pounding the road, each was out to beat the other. Pound for pound, the twins were extremely well matched with extraordinary levels of fitness and huge reserves of stamina achieved by each trying to outdo the other with one more length of the pool, ten more reps and just one more mile of Oxfordshire lane.  

The twins were home awaiting the return of their parents from their trip to the USA. Mother had gone with a trade representation and Father, never one to miss a business opportunity had accompanied her. Soon the whole family would be skiing the slopes of the Swiss Alps and a chance for Richard to even the score with his sister who had comprehensively beaten him on their last 'off piste' run. There was never going to be any holiday for the twin's competitive natures. 

The garden swing arced lazily in the sun, the twins slowly propelling it with their feet as they sat back drinking iced water. Richard glanced towards the house and saw David, one of his mother's armed police officers, approaching across the lower lawn. He wondered if the guard was ill as he looked quite pale and did not appear to be his normal self. 

"Sir, Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but there is someone in the house who wishes to speak with you". 

Richard eased himself from the garden swing and indicated that Rowena should stay and he would deal with it.

"I'm sorry sir, but your visitors wish to speak to you both".

Rowena gave a shrug and joined Richard as they ambled across the lawn to the house. The air felt cool on their skin as they stepped through the French doors into the darker interior of the dining room, the officer ushering them towards the main reception room at the front of the house. 

On entering the room, Richard recognized his mother's private secretary standing with a senior Police officer. Both approached the siblings. "I'm sorry sir, I have some bad news". Said the secretary. 

"But, but what?" Said Richard.

"There has been a plane crash, I'm so sorry, there are no survivors". 

Both of the siblings felt as they had been punched. "It can't be!" screamed Rowena whilst reaching for Richard.

"It's true sir". The Secretary went on to tell them that the plane had gone down into the sea off the West Coast of Ireland and that a mechanical fault was most likely the cause.

Neither of the twins could take it in, both parents lost in a moment. Richard held Rowena as she sobbed against his chest.

"May I suggest you move to your apartment in Oxford Sir?" The secretary explained that before long, the house would be surrounded by the media and it therefore made more sense to temporarily move to the lesser known apartment.

There was no need to pack, both siblings had more than sufficient clothing at their apartment. Both climbed into the unmarked Police car and were immediately whisked away through the rear of the grounds.

"What are we going to do?" wept Rowena.

"I can't think". Said Richard, rising and walking to his bathroom, he returned with a large bag of 'Columbian marching Powder' and laid two long fat lengths along the coffee table. Rolling a £20.00 note, he snorted a line and passed the tube to his sister, saying, "Here, take some, it will help us think". Rowena had never been a big user of Coke but nevertheless snorted the whole line. Both siblings felt the immediate buzz of the fine grade coke and Richard immediately laid two further lines, which were quickly despatched. 

"I need a shower", said Richard. "I suggest you do the same, clear the head". Both stood and went to their own bedrooms where Richard turned the shower to full power and let the rushing water pummel his body. Stepping into his robe, Richard returned to the shared living room and sat on the settee where he was joined by his sister.

"I can't deal with this at the moment", he said. "I just want to blank it out, maybe tomorrow." Reaching for the ornate box sitting on the coffee table he slid the catch on the hidden drawer and pulled out a joint. Having lit it, he pulled two large tokes and passed it to his sister who followed suit. 

The late afternoon and evening slid past with the twins wallowing in a sea of drugs, a thick fog of smoke hung in the room with almost a dozen roaches lying in the ash tray. The large bag of coke was two thirds empty and the twins were fuelled up to their eyeballs. "We need to sleep", Richard said. "I will call the family Solicitor tomorrow he will know what to do". He staggered to his feet and made his stumbling way to his bed room, before collapsing onto his bed.

It seemed only moments had passed before he heard his sister's agonised scream. She ran into his room with her loose gown billowing behind her. Richard had hardly time to notice that his sister was absolutely naked under the gown, before she threw herself onto his bed screaming, "The T.V! The T.V! Put the television on". Richard reached for the remote and pushed the buttons. Within seconds, the Sky News reader's face filled the screen.

"And now for the latest update on the 'Gilt Edge' fiasco, we pass you to our city reporter, Jim Heyshall". The screen switched to a smart suited reporter stood in front of the iconic Stock Exchange building. "George, this is a bloodbath down here in the city. The death of the CEO of 'Gilt Edge' has not only rocked the market, but it is now becoming clear that the stock of the company is worthless paper. This is already shaping up to be the greatest 'Pyramid Selling' fraud this century. By the end of today, the company will be worthless. The word is that the banks have already applied for, and been granted, injunctions on all of the properties both company and personal. 

Richard hit the off button and the screen plunged into darkness. Neither sibling could really grasp the situation. Not only had they been orphaned, but they were now completely ruined. Their heads were a mess, buzzing with too much coke and dope and in denial of the whole situation.

A sobbing Rowena reached out for him and Richard took her in his arms, not even noticing that Rowena's robe had slipped from her shoulders and she was now naked. Wrapped in his arms, Rowena opened Richards robe, desperately searching for the comfort of skin on skin contact, a return to the womb where both had been safe and warm. The now naked pair lay without moving. The only sound that of Rowena's low sobs and a long moan of despair issuing from Richard's throat. Both twins clasped in each other's arms, desperate to hide from all that had taken place. 

As the sobs and moans died away, the siblings lay stroking and hugging each other. Richard kissing the tears from his sister's eyes, unaware of her naked breasts crushed against his bare chest. There was nothing sexual here, just a reaching out to each other for the comfort only they could give. Neither of the naked twins was aware that there was one final, truly devastating act, about to take place.

In their frantic search for comfort from each other, neither of the siblings had noticed that their genitals were in the act of betraying them both. Richard's penis had engorged in the primal response to the presence of naked female genitals rubbing against it, his gland weeping the lubricating fluid necessary for penetration. In response, the lips and clitoris of his sister's vagina had themselves engorged, her body generating a flood of lubricating oil to her passage, the entrance to which was now dilating in accommodating readiness for the expected penetration. It seemed as though their genitals had detached themselves from their owners bodies, all the siblings sought was the comfort of each other's arms, neither had even considered the act of making love. 

The twins continued to caress each other, all their senses were sharpened by the large amount of drugs each had consumed, all that is except the ability to make rational decisions. There was no urgency in their gently kissing lips and soft touch of the tips of their fingers as they stroked each other's bodies, each drawing comfort from the soft naked skin of the other lying against their own. Lying face to face, their eyes looked deep into the others, he gently kissing away her tears and feeling the soft, warm breath of her sighs against his cheek. 

Slowly Rowena slid her right leg over Richard's hip, using it to pull him closer, seeking as much comfort as possible from his warm muscular body. Neither noticed that his engorged penis was now in a perfect position to complete a coupling. As Rowena pulled him closer, his penis found the now fully dilated entrance to her hot moist vagina. Slowly the enlarged head pushed apart the entrance to the welcoming passage, sliding slowly down the tight wet tunnel, until the swollen head met the mouth of her cervix and her clitoris came to rest gently against the root of his hot throbbing penis. 

Still suffering the shock of the accumulated horrific news and the disjointed signals the drugs were sending to their brain receptors, neither twin realised what had taken place. Both certainly felt a heightening of the comfort each was receiving from the other, but such was their pain and confusion, neither realised from where it came. 

Having plumbed the depths of his sibling's tight passage, Richard instinctively started to withdraw. The bulbous head of his penis slowly dragged along the gently contracting tunnel of her womanhood, until reaching her swollen entrance. The pause was short before he seamlessly pushed into her again, but on this occasion, her vagina was ready, and Rowena's hips moved forward to meet Richard's. The coming together of their loins was gentle enough, being cushioned by the mass of tight blonde curls surrounding each of their genitalia.

Instantly, nature took over, directing the slow withdrawal and insertion of his throbbing, swollen tool and the gentle rocking of her hips as she slowly pushed her pussy onto him, relaxing and opening to greet his invading member then gently constricting around him as he slipped away. Unconsciously, a deep and regular rhythm developed, and the twins slowly became aware that something other than seeking comfort was taking place. Still the nature of their incestuous coupling had not sunk in, both siblings had the feeling that something was not quite right, but the wonderful feelings generated by their slow sexual dance masked any doubts. 

It seemed an age before the sensory input from their gently thrusting loins overtook the feelings of needed comfort. Almost simultaneously, the twins became aware of what was actually taking place, aware that their bodies had become joined as one, their hips gently buffeting as pubic bone met pubic bone. Although both of their brains had not yet grasped the incestuous nature of their coupling, both had a feeling that for some reason, they should stop immediately. However, a shared reasoning convinced them that a few more minutes of their gentle rocking could do no harm. 

Richard no longer directed his kisses to Rowena's damp, tearful eyes, his lips gently traced a warm wet path across her face and neck, slowly climbing the swell of her right breast. Both held their breath for what seemed an age before he slowly opened his mouth and drew in her nipple. The feeling of her breast being drawn into his hot wet mouth sent a shock wave of sensation throughout her body, and as he gently started to suck the nipple her body gave its response. He heard the soft mewling coming from her throat and felt her nipple grow to fill his mouth as her hand slid down his body to his hip, gently pulling him to her.

Softly he whispered her name as he returned to her warm accepting lips, their eyes meeting again and suddenly widening as the enormity of what they were doing struck them both. Their bodies froze as the realization set in, this should not be happening, it was never meant, it must stop now. Panic was reflected in both of their eyes as they realized that their loins had once more betrayed them, and had renewed the slow, purposeful, primal act of copulation. In one last desperate effort, Rowena placed her hands on Richard's chest and attempted to push him away from her, then cried out in frustrated acceptance as she realized that whilst she tried to push him away, her leg continued to pull his hot throbbing pole into the centre of her being and her loins rushed to meet his in a deep, pulsating coupling. 

Both now knew that this coupling was not going to stop until their lovemaking had ended in the only way that nature demanded, with a flooding of her womb with his seed and the unknowing fertilization of the two ovum waiting patiently in her fallopian tubes.

Once acceptance of the act had set in, it seemed as if a door had been thrown open as their bodies were now flooded with the tingling thrill of their lovemaking. Hungry lips met demanding acceptance, tongues battling each other, swirling and exploring each other's mouths. She gasped as Richard's mouth once more found her swollen nipple, kneading it between tight lips before sucking the whole across his teeth and into his mouth. It set up an overwhelming craving of love and need, creating an urgency inside her as she pushed her left breast to him in an unspoken demand for attention. Slowly Richard released the nipple in his mouth taking the same between his finger and thumb as he slowly transferred his attention to her already swollen left nipple. Greedily he drew the nipple into his mouth, drawing it to the back of his throat as he slowly rolled the other nipple between thumb and finger. Rowena convulsed as the twin stimulation punched into her sensory system, causing her vagina to spasm around his pulsating member. 

Richard was swamped with stimulus never felt before. Her swollen breasts were the sweetest he had ever tasted, the nipples swelling to fill his mouth, he could feel the blood pounding through her veins and the indescribable feeling of her tight, hot wet passage gently stimulating his invading pole, it was almost unbearable. 

To this point, their coupling had consisted of slow and gentle receptive thrusts, each to the other, she feeling his hot engorged head pushing apart her swollen lips before plummeting to her depths and him feeling her warm slippery channel closing around him in a gentle grip as he slowly invaded her inner sanctum. 

Suddenly, he felt her spasm around his buried cock as he caressed and mouthed her swollen breasts, the spasm sending a jolt of electricity throughout his body throwing the switch that would now turn a gentle sharing to more urgent lovemaking. 

Without withdrawing, Richard rolled Rowena onto her back and raised himself on his arms. Instantly he felt her legs slide around his thighs and her heels hook in behind his calves, her arms wrapped around him, her hands sliding to his hips and pulling him towards her in pursuit of an even deeper penetration. 

Gently he raised his hips, dragging the engorged head of his penis along her clinging passage until the cool of the air greeted his almost total withdrawal. He poised as a soft sigh left her lips, and he noted a look of urgency form in her eyes. He glanced down at the mass of blonde curls surrounding her pubis, the dark red swollen lips of her Mons gently clasping the very end of his rigid tool. With a shudder, he watched as his twitching length slowly sank into her welcoming, grasping depths, bringing forth a grunt from them both as his head scraped past the entrance to her cervix and bottomed out, totally immersed inside her. He felt her arms and legs cling to him for a second before he detected a relaxing in her vaginal muscles allowing him to withdraw once more.

Although awash with a myriad of input from her hyper sensitive nipples, Rowena's body demanded more. The constant pleasurable abrading of Richard's penis slowly pushing into her excited core set off a sudden involuntary spasm which clutched at the invader in her depths, eliciting a feral grunt from her throat and a gasp from his. She felt the push of his hips against hers, and her body automatically rolled onto her back, her legs swiftly parting before just as quickly wrapping themselves around his thighs, her heels locking behind his calves. Her arms wrapped around him, her hands urgently seeking his buttocks, her hands and legs pulling him to her, locking his embedded pole inside her. A small groan left her lips as she felt his slow withdrawal from her depths and the swollen lips of her entrance caressing his departing head. It seemed an age before she saw the fire in his eyes and felt his even more engorged penis slowly slide into her, forcing an even greater passage through her tingling cunt. She felt the light twitching of her vaginal muscles clasping the intruder before relaxing and allowing its retreat, before repeating the whole cycle again.


The English Twins 01



The twins quickly fell into a regular rhythm, the slow rising and falling of his thighs meeting the gentle up thrust of hers, ending in a soft cushioned jolt as her tender swollen clitoris met the root of his cock, followed by a slow grinding motion of pubic bone against pubic bone and the thrill of pubic hair rubbing against public hair. It seemed to both that they could keep up this slow but insistent rhythm indefinitely. 

Richard lowered his body onto hers, supporting his weight on his elbows and knees. Both bodies shuddered as a whole new input punched its way into their systems. The scrape of their nipples against each other's chest sent waves of erotic stimuli to their synapses. Hungry lips met, and searching tongues battled in their hot wet mouths, whilst the constant slow pistoning of excited genitals started a slow fire in their cores. Their breathing became heavier as the passion slowly started to rise in response to an almost imperceptible increase in the pace of their lovemaking. Bodily temperatures began to rise, leaving a sheen of sweat coating each of their bodies and causing their skin to stick, parting with a soft sigh as bodies momentarily parted before meeting and merging once more. 

Rowena felt the rising flame of passion start in her loins, burning with the promise of an all consuming fire. It seemed to increase in intensity, with each reciprocated thrust and the colliding of vagina and penis. She felt her hands clutch more urgently at Richard's buttocks as she sought purchase to lift her hips up to greet his falling loins, driving her pussy up onto his ever throbbing pole, trying to increase the pace. With each invasion of her depths, she felt ever stronger vaginal pulses, closing around and grasping the invader, no longer wanting to let it go. Her breathing became more laboured, but settled into a regular pattern, one she had felt often before during her training runs. This was not a desperate search for oxygen, just a realisation by the body that the current demands on its reserves would remain for some time.

Reaching down to Rowena's hips, Richard took a firm grip and rolled onto his back with his sister automatically following the movement. No contact was lost and his penis remained deeply buried inside her grasping vulva. Slowly, she raised her body, sliding her knees either side of his hips, settling down on his engorged member. Looking into the mirror at the end of the bed she saw that her body was suffused with blood colouring her skin. Wisps of her long blonde hair were sticking to her forehead and her skin was soaked with sweat. Her nipples distended from her swollen breasts further than she had ever experienced before. Looking down, she saw Richard reach for her hips and taking hold, pulled them down as he raised his own, forcing his throbbing penis deeper still into the welcoming wet grasp of his sister's pussy. 

Rowena groaned at the new invasion and slowly rotated her hips around his rigid pole, feeling its swollen veins rubbing against the slippery folds of her vagina. Glancing once more at the mirror, she slowly started to raise her hips, watching as her engorged labia dragged along his length. Rising until he almost slipped from her, pausing, then watching as she slowly lowered herself onto him, seeing her pussy distend as she settled back onto his body before grinding her hips against his. 

Quickly, she settled into a rhythm, rising and pausing, before driving her body down onto his pulsating rod, feeling the satisfying thrusts of his hips as he rose to meet her. Rowena could clearly see that Richard's cock was liberally coated with her juices which ran from her freely. Their pubic hair was matted with their sweat and her lubricating fluids, which eased the friction of the engorged head of his penis as it forced a passage through her grasping folds, seeking out her deepest depths.

Each rise and fall of her body was accompanied by a low grunt as the air was forced from her lungs as she slammed her weeping cunt onto his rigid pole. It seemed as though his cock had reached enormous proportions, she could feel every part of it as it rocketed into her body, pushing apart her internal folds before colliding against the back wall of her passage. On and on she rode him, their gasps of exertion matching exactly each moment of collision between their loins. Sweat now ran freely down her body, pooling at the juncture of their coupling, the slapping of hot wet flesh against hot wet flesh echoing around the room. 

Rowena suddenly stopped and reached for the bag of coke taking a large pinch into each nostril before supplying Richard with a similar amount. The buzz was almost instantaneous. Immediately she started to buck and writhe on top of her brother as he grabbed her hips and jack hammered his rod into her more than willing cunt. Both of the twins were awash with the sensory load they were receiving from their pounding genitals, their sweat soaked bodies slapping and sliding against each other. 

Even someone of Rowena's fitness could not keep up the crazy pace they had set and all too soon she started to feel the pain in her knees and thighs intruding on sexual stimulus ravaging her body. As if reading her mind, Richard slid out from underneath his sister, swiftly rising to his knees behind her. As he looked into the mirror he could see all of the signs of arousal displayed by his sister, her hair plastered to her forehead and face which was suffused with blood. Her breasts with their extended nipples swinging as she gasped for air, her sweat soaked body heaving in time to each breath.    

Looking down he could see the heavily swollen red lips of her vagina opening and closing as if it too was seeking air. He could see her lubricating juices slowly dripping from her cunt leaving long silvery strings connecting her to the bed. Looking down at his rod, Richard gasped in amazement. Never had he seen it achieve such a size, the swollen purple head was the size of a pool ball attached to a throbbing massively engorged shaft on which the veins stood out like mountain ranges. He was only just able to get his fingers and thumb around its girth as he took hold and pointed it at the waiting orifice of his sister. 

Slowly he mover his hips forward until the head came to rest between her hot, wet labia, he watched as the engorged head forced her pussy lips apart, almost imperceptibly sliding down the length of her tunnel, aided by the profuse lubrication she was producing. He felt every fold of her internal flesh, felt his head scrape past the neck of her cervix before coming to rest against the cushioned end of her passage, producing a loud gasp from his sibling. Almost immediately he felt the tight grasp of her contracting internal muscles as they tightened around the invader, holding it securely in place, reluctant to permit its withdrawal. Taking a firm hold of her hips, Richard started to withdraw his twitching pole from the warm wet hole, bringing a whimper from his sister. He watched the withdrawal, his shaft seeming to go on and on until eventually, he saw the distension of her pussy lips as the enormous head reached the end of her tunnel. Pausing for a second, Richard started to move forward once more only to feel the rush of his sisters pussy walls engulf him as she drove her hips backwards, her buttocks slamming into his groin with a loud wet slap. As though the blue touch paper had been lit, Richard immediately withdrew before slamming his pole into her cunt meeting her own charge half way. The whole room echoed to the loud wet slaps and heavy gasps and groans as pistoning hips met thrusting buttocks, his penis was almost a blur as it exited and entered his sister, both bodies shuddering with the impact. 

Rowena thought she was going to pass out as she felt the first tentative thrust of her brother coming to rest against her buttocks, quickly clenching her muscles in an attempt to hold it buried in place. As he started his withdrawal, Rowena was flooded with a feeling of loss and before he could withdraw completely, she thrust her hips backwards, impaling herself on his member with such force, bodies crashing together as her thrust met his driving hips. She could feel the ripples race through her buttocks as his hips met the soft cushion of her flesh and the head of his tool met the end of her passage. Her body was racked with spasms of incredible surging sexual feelings concentrated around their battling genitals.

The sexual connection seemed to go on for ever. Richard was entranced, watching his pole constantly invading his sister's more than eager cunt, his lance covered in her fluids, the squelching slaps as his balls met her labia accompanied by the louder slaps of his thighs and her buttocks. His grip on her hips grew stronger as he pounded his meat into her, each invasion accompanied by shocks of pleasure coursing through his body.

Despite the incredible pleasure, Richard too felt the beginning of painful twinges and small cramps in his knees and thighs. Slowly, Richard withdrew from his sister and using pressure on her hips indicated she should roll over, which she did quickly and willingly, spreading her legs far apart. Taking hold of his pole, he once more placed its head at her entrance, feeling his sister's grip on his buttocks as she pulled him to her, his prick quickly disappearing inside her. Her legs rose and locked around his waist as she began to rock her body, her cunt sawing back on forth on his pulsating tool. Although the pace had slowed, the incredible sexual spasms were still coursing through their bodies as his cock head abraded her sucking, grasping internal walls, genitals reluctant to part and eager to join, slipping, sliding and colliding into each other. 

With the slower pace, the siblings were able to recover their breath and had soon settled into a steady fuck session, hands and lips searching each others bodies, urgent caresses and the ever present meeting of pelvis against pelvis. Despite the slower pace, the sexual stimuli each was feeling began to grow inside them, becoming greater and greater. 

Richard winced slightly as he felt his sibling's nails dig into his buttocks, felt the more urgent up thrust of her body as she rose to meet his driving pole. He too felt the rising turmoil in his loins as the pace continued, accompanied now by the soft wet slapping of sweating flesh against sweating flesh, a tympanic rhythm, measuring the constant beat of their sexual union. The steadily increasing grasping of her vaginal folds against the heavily veined surface of his cock was an unspoken demand for him to increase the pace, and to seek deeper penetration. His body responded accordingly, rising his hips higher, driving down harder to impale her to her deepest depths. 

Each sibling was now reacting to the increased efforts of the other. As Richard's hips began to rise and fall at a greater pace and with more urgency, Rowena's loins drove upwards to meet the invasion. Their colliding loins were no longer cushioned by their sweat soaked pubic hair, pubic bone met pubic bone with dull slapping thuds as her enlarged blood engorged clitoris was crushed between the root of his penis and their pelvic bones. Both felt they were slowly climbing to the crest of a wave, desperately wanting to reach the top, seeking the promised orgasmic release the breaking wave would give. Breathing now became more laboured as both began to draw on the huge reserves of stamina they had both built up in their years of training. The soft mewling and gasps of tender lovemaking were now being replaced by ever deeper grunts as their genitals drove into each other ever more forcibly; the loud slapping of wet flesh against wet flesh loudly echoed around the room.

Richard drove his prick into his sibling faster and harder, his driving lunges being met by her bucking hips pistoning up to meet him. Any thought for each other, any tenderness, had left them completely. Now it was all about the individual reaching the promised aching release of gut wrenching orgasm. Neither now cared about the other, each was fucking their sibling to reach their own orgasmic goal. Teeth crushed each other's lips in ferocious kisses whilst they also found soft necks to bite into, swollen breasts to feast on, the blood from the bites mixing with their free flowing sweat and the blood running from the lacerations ripped into his back and buttocks caused by her clawing nails as she sought purchase to impale herself ever deeper on his thundering cock. He did not feel the pain, as indeed she did not, as his fingers dug deeply into her shoulders using his tight grip to propel his pole into her. The pain was subsumed into the ever rising fires in their loins as their ascent up the wave seemed to grow ever longer and higher the more their senses sent them soaring.

All pretence was now gone. The two siblings were now locked in a primeval, animalistic rut. Both dragged air into their lungs as their hips met with thundering force. Pubic bone met pubic bone with bone jarring jolts; the blood from her clitoris was witness to the many crushing blows it had received between his root and pubic bone. Despite the surfeit of lubrication, his foreskin was torn and it too bled freely. There was no difference now between the pain and the building pleasure, both were one. Relief had to come, both their bodies promised it, the raging fires in each of them reached out for the elusive crest of the wave. Heavily bruised and bleeding bodies forged on, mindlessly smashing into each other. 

It was then that the cursing started;

"FUCK ME HARD, YOU BASTARD" she screamed as her clawing hands pulled him to her, grinding her pussy up against the root of his dick. "COME ON YOU FUCKER! OH YOU BASTARD, FUCK ME!" 

"FUCK YOU, YOU BITCH. I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU TILL YOU SCREAM!" He cried out, finding unknown depths of stamina to power his even faster and harder thrusts into her bleeding cunt. 

Had it not been for their years of hard physical training, one or both would have fallen from exhaustion. No animal in the world had rutted like the siblings were rutting now, their contorted bodies locked in a primal act of pure, self serving copulation. The only thing that mattered was their own release from the overwhelming feelings raging through each battered body. 

It was there! He could see the crest of the wave, one more surge of effort and he would be crashing over the top into the release he so desperately wanted. 

"YES! YES! FUCK ME HARDER, IT'S COMING" she screamed. 

Both reached down into the very depths of their stamina for the one last effort to send them crashing over the top of the wave. With ragged breath they wearily pulled their spent and bloody bodies apart for one last time. Poised, they both looked down to their bloody, battered and bruised loins, one more meeting of the eyes, each recognising that this would be the end. 

Each drawing in one last ragged breath, gripping each other tightly, they both drove their tired loins together, smashing into each other with every fibre of effort. Pubic bones met with an audible crack splitting her clitoris from top to bottom. The pain screamed through her body, setting off a series of gut wrenching vaginal spasms, more powerful than any vice. Each spasm released surges of orgasmic tremors throughout her whole body. Her back arched from the bed, lifting her brother above her, her vaginal wall grasping his pulsating tool in a death grip. She felt the never ending, hot pressured jets of his seed spurting inside her, flooding her clutching, shuddering cunt. 

RICHARD drove his hips down into his sister, crushing her to the bed, hearing her scream of agony before his penis was assaulted by the unbelievable grip of her spasming muscles, squeezing and milking him. He felt his body explode as it was raised up on his sibling's weary loins. Felt his seed boiling inside him, swiftly racing up his urethra before exploding in a series of rocketing discharges into her wounded, wet and bleeding pussy. Flooding her vaginal passage and womb with his hot sperm, sending them scurrying towards the awaiting ovum.

Wracked by the massive mutual orgasmic explosion of white heat, both collapsed to the bed in sheer exhaustion gasping for much needed air, aching, shuddering, sweating bodies still joined at the hip. 

It seemed hours before their breathing settled. As Rowena began her recovery she was aware of a sea of overwhelming agony, her bleeding and tortured lips, neck, breasts and hips throbbed with unrelenting pain, that of her loins being by far the greater. She also became aware that Richard's still fully engorged penis was still buried deep inside her. 

"GET THAT FUCKING THING OUT OF ME!" She cried, beating his chest and pushing him away at the same time.

Richard too was recovering. His body was also suffering the same surges of pain as his sister and he was vaguely aware that his sister was still tightly holding his now aching and still erect penis. 

His sister's cry evoked the response she wanted, Richard pulled his hips away to affect his withdrawal, but was met by a surge of pain and the agonised cry of his sister, as she too experienced a massive jolt of agony. Each stared at the other with look of incomprehension.

"GET IT OUT OF ME!" She screamed again.

Richard again tried to comply, attempting to lift his hips and receiving a shock of pain as he did so. It felt as though his swollen throbbing penis was being pulled from its root. Once more the stab of pain was accompanied by a scream from his sibling as she raised her hips to follow his withdrawal.

Both collapsed back to the bed as each slowly began to recognise the dawning of comprehension in each other's eyes. Richard slowly began to raise his upper body on his arms as his sister raised hers on her elbows. Both were now able to look down and view the damage they had wrought on each other's bodies. The upper part of their bodies were a sea of bloody scratch and bite marks, their stomachs and hips were blue and purple, almost totally covered in heavy bruising. More disturbingly, both were shocked at the bloody mess their genitals were in, pubic hair matted with blood and sweat, only the root of his penis was visible, the remainder being surrounded by her clutching vaginal lips. Both watched as Richard slowly tried to withdraw his penis and looked on in horror as they saw Rowena's vaginal lips pulled along too. It hit them both with a jolt of understanding; they were irrevocably 'Tied'. No dog had ever been knotted to his bitch with the grim tenacity of the unrelenting grip currently tying the two siblings together. Their loins might well have been welded, one to the other.

Both siblings rolled onto their sides, he could see tears starting to form in his sister's eyes.

"Crying won't help matters" He snarled. "Just relax, relax your bloody muscles".

"How the fuck do I do that with that thing impaled in me?" She screamed. "Make the bloody thing go down!"

Richard paused and tried to concentrate, he willed his cock to deflate and free them both from their incestuous tying. He then realised that it was useless, Rowena's vice like death grip on his penis would not allow the engorging blood in his cock to return to his body. To the same end, he knew that Rowena's vaginal spasm would never release its hold whilst his swollen penis was still buried deep inside her. It was then he noticed a steadily increasing pain in his member, the un-oxygenated blood trapped inside his cock was making itself felt.

"It's not going to work." He moaned. 

"What do you mean?" She cried?

Richard explained the vicious circle of their predicament. "The blood in my cock can't get back to my body because your spasm is too tight, and your spasm is defensive, it won't let go whilst I'm inside you in case I do any more damage". 




The English Twins 01



"Oh my God, what are we going to do? She cried. "Answer me for Christ's sake; you got us into this mess!" Rowena felt her insides tighten and realised the pain of the contraction was now spreading through her stomach muscles.

"Listen you bitch" He snarled, "You were the one that wanted fucking. It was you who came to my room. I didn't notice you complaining when you were bouncing your cunt onto my cock!"  

"OK! OK! We both wanted to fuck, but that isn't going to solve this mess". She whispered.

It was then that it struck Richard that if this carried on for any length of time, he stood a good chance of losing is prick due to oxygen starvation. 

"We have to call for help". He said.

"Are you crazy?" She screamed. "Can't you see the headlines?'Drug fuelled siblings locked in act of incestuous sex' the papers will have a field day, we will be thrown out of University and won't be allowed to take part in as much as an egg and spoon race once the Athletic association catches on."

"Do you have a better idea" He asked.

Rowena's heart sank. She knew that there was no other solution. The pain in her stomach was becoming hard to bear. If anything, the involuntary grip on her sibling's penis was growing stronger and her pain rising proportionally as it did so. 

"Jesus'" Richard moaned. He could feel the encircling grip she had on him getting tighter, subjecting his body to a level of pain he never knew existed. 

"Oh God! Please call an ambulance". She gasped. "Quickly!"

With groans of agony from them both, Richard stretched for the mobile phone sitting on the bedside table. Slowly he opened it revealing the key pad, their eyes met again, he didn't have to ask the question and she didn't need to answer. The die was cast.

For a second his index finger hovered above the keypad, before he gave a sigh of resignation allowing his finger to descend three times....999.

The voice seemed to screech around the room, "Emergency, which service please?"

Reluctantly, he gave the operator the address of their flat, he couldn't answer the operator when she asked the nature of the problem, finally, he said, "Just an accident, please, hurry". 

Richard let the phone drop from his hands as he heard the approaching two tone air horns of the ambulance. Each of the siblings used the last of this time to grasp the import of their impending fall into individual obscurity. Each still subliminally blamed the other; both knew they would never stop doing so.

As the swooping sirens fell into silence, neither of the siblings knew that in the midst of their frantic incestuous coupling, natures plan had come together. Two fertilized eggs would soon start their slow journey to the blood engorged womb of their host.  

For the twins, life was no longer good.............



The English Twins 02



This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are insulted by sexually explicit subject matter or language and incest, DO NOT read this!

This story is a work of fiction about incest! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form!

This story may not be reproduced in any form without the permission of the author.



Swiftly the gurney carrying the twins was pushed into the emergency area of the hospital. As it did so, a voice boomed out, "Richard, Rowena what the...." Looking up, the twins could see the familiar face of Dr. Manning, their family doctor. Quickly grasping the situation, Dr. Manning directed the ambulance staff to take the twins to a private side room where Rowena was given a relaxant which almost immediately caused Rowena's vaginal muscles to relax their vise like grip on Richards's penis. Both twins groaned with relief as they felt Richard's erect penis slowly slip from Rowena's pussy followed by the spilled seed of their incestuous coupling. 

"My God, what did we do"? Rowena cried.

"Just about everything", replied Richard. "It's the bloody drugs, the bad news. I wasn't thinking, you weren't thinking, it just happened".

"But what the hell do we do now"? Rowena said.

"Well first we get you cleaned up, your injuries dressed and we get you some clothing", said Dr. Manning as he walked into the cubicle. "I have no idea how or why you both got into the position you did, but I'm sure there will be no repeat of it". He turned to Richard and said, "give me your flat keys, I will get you both some clothing whilst the medical staff look to your injuries. And don't worry, I have all your notes and I intend incinerating them. With luck, none of this should get out. Lucky I was leaving when you arrived".

Within a relatively short space of time, the twin's injuries had been dressed; pain killers administered and now fully clothed, they left the hospital via the rear entrance and a Taxi was soon carrying them swiftly home.

The next few weeks were a complete turmoil for the twins, their parents Funerals, constant hassling from the press and numerous messages left on their phone from the family's Solicitor asking the twins to come to his office. Eventually, Richard rang the solicitor and arranged to attend his office with Rowena. From their point of view, any news he had could not be any worse than that which they had gone through in the past fortnight.



The twin's were greeted by the practice receptionist as they walked into the sumptuous foyer. "Please, take a seat" she said, "I will let Mr. Caldwell know you are here." Within minutes, the twins were escorted into Caldwell's office and took seats before his desk. 

"I'm sorry to have pestered you during what must have been an appalling time in your lives, but believe me, it was absolutely necessary." 

"Just give us the bad news, and let's get it over with", Richard said.

"Oh, quite the contrary", Mr. Caldwell replied. "If anything, its good news which I am sure will come as some relief to you both."

Mr. Caldwell then went on to inform the twins that their parents had shown a lot of foresight and had set up quite generous trusts for both children which for tax purposes, had to be transferred to them within a short period of time. Hence the numerous phone calls.

"Exactly how generous?" Richard said.

"Twenty million pounds" Caldwell replied. "Each. And of course, the Apartment has been secured jointly in your names. None of this is part of your parent's estate and therefore, it cannot be claimed by your Father's creditors."

"At last", Richard sighed. "It's about time we had some good news."

The twins swiftly completed the necessary paperwork and were soon in a taxi heading for home. 

"Drink?" Richard asked as they entered the flat.

"God yes," Rowena replied. "And make it a large one, we need to talk."

Quickly Richard poured four fingers of malt whisky into two glasses, passing one to Rowena as he walked somewhat stiffly towards the couch. Although the physical wounds caused to the twin's bodies by their crazy drug fuelled sex session had healed, both of their bodies still ached. 

Rowena joined her brother on the couch and grimaced as she pulled her legs up beneath her. "What are we going to do now?" She asked Richard. 

"Well", Richard said. "I was thinking of 'Status Quo', why change anything? After all, we are now financially secure and have the apartment still. Why not continue with our studies and carry on as normally as we can?"

"Yes", Rowena said. "Thank God for Dr. Manning. Where would we have been without his intervention?"

"Look, if anything was to come out of what we did, it would have hit the press by now. I think we can relax, although with these aches, I think that might be a bit difficult." 

"You are not the only one to have aches and pains; it's not the least bit surprising considering what we did. Anyway, what do you feel about it?"

"Feel about what?" Said Richard. "The sex thing?"

"Well yes", said Rowena. "That and how we are going to deal with it. I mean, how do you feel about us continuing to share this apartment after what took place between us? Don't you think we should talk about what we did, work with it and see if we can't put it behind us?"

"I guess you are right", Richard said as he rose and poured another two large glasses of scotch. Returning to the couch, he passed Rowena one of the glasses and said, "Dutch courage, where do we start?"

Rowena took a large swallow of her drink, paused and said, "Did you intend having sex with me?"

"Absolutely not! Richard said. "Don't forget that it was you who came to my bed. Did you intend having sex with me?"

"No", Rowena whispered. "No, I didn't." 

"If neither of us intended having sex with the other, how did we end up doing what we did?" Richard said. "Was it an accident, an involuntary reaction to the drugs and the horror of the news? I certainly didn't realise what was happening until it was too late." 

"My point is" said Rowena, "It was never too late. Once we realised what was happening we could have uncoupled immediately and dealt with it. Why did we continue having sex after we realised what was happening?"

"We weren't thinking straight, we had taken enough Coke to stun a pony. It must have overridden our ability to make rational decisions," he replied.

"Nonsense", she said. "We both knew what was happening and even tried to stop doing it, so why couldn't we?"

Both of the twins looked into each others eyes, searching for an answer from the other.

"Rowena", said Richard. "I don't know how to put this or even the words to say..... If we both knew what we were doing was wrong and tried to stop it, but nevertheless continued, there can be only one answer." 

"How did the sex feel to you when you realised what was taking place, were you truly horrified or were you a little excited?"

Rowena sat silent for a time then said, "I have thought about nothing but the same thing since it happened, that's why we are having this talk. I remember the moment I realised what we were doing and the horror of it. My mind was screaming at me, telling me to get you off me but down there, I was on fire. All I could feel was your motion inside of me and my body demanding more and more. Yes I knew what we were doing was terribly wrong, but even in that knowledge, my body overrode all reasoning and wouldn't let you go."

"I couldn't have put it better myself", Richard said. "Even through the drugs and everything, I had to continue making love to you, I couldn't stop."

"Richard", she replied. "What we did could never be called an act of lovemaking, how do you think we got our injuries? We were rutting like two beasts in the forest, it was pure animal sex. Do you really think I cared about your feelings at the time? I needed sexual fulfilment and nothing was going to stop me getting it."

"We were pretty badly beaten up by it and to be fair, wild horses would not have stopped me at the time. I needed to unload and I didn't care if it was inside you or not, as it happened, we didn't have any choice once you clamped down on me. 'Oh Lord'," he said. "I have just thought, you don't think you could have got pregnant do you?"

"It's possible, but not very likely." Not realising that the two fertilized eggs were now attached to her womb and drawing blood and nutrients from her body. "Rest assured I shall be keeping an eye on it." 

"Right then," said Richard. "We agree that what happened was very wrong and beyond our control both mentally and physically. It did happen and now we must put it behind us and try to forget it ever took place." 

"Of course it should never happen again," she replied. "It was totally wrong and I still can't believe we did it."

"Should?"

"What do you mean?" Said Rowena.

"You said it should never happen again, as opposed to it must not happen again. Was that a Freudian slip?"

Rowena flushed bright red and nearly choked on a mouthful of the whisky. "No, no that's not what I meant."

"Then before we put this matter to bed, let me ask you one last question and you must answer truthfully. Whether we refer to it as lovemaking, or as you so succinctly put it, 'animal rutting' the jackpot question is, did you enjoy it?"

Rowena stared like a rabbit in the headlights of a car and spluttered, "Did you?"

Richard closed his eyes and thought for a moment, "If what I suspect is true, I think we both enjoyed it. In fact I will go further, I think we both enjoyed it very much and it will be burned into our memories. I can say that I have never experienced such an overwhelming orgasm as I did with you."

Rowena slowly nodded, "I haven't been able to get my orgasm out of my mind since it happened. I have no doubt that the drugs helped, but at the end of the day, despite what happened, the sex was mind blowing. But, it won't happen again. We were overtaken by circumstances and too much cocaine and that set of circumstances will never be repeated."

"If it did, do you think it would end up the same way?"

"What, us having sex again?"

"Yes, and you having a vaginal spasm."

"Well it won't happen again, but theoretically, if it did, I doubt it. I think the spasm was brought on by a combination of too many drugs and the sheer animal lust that overtook us, it was a one off."

Richard nodded and rose from the couch and said, "I'm glad we have been able to talk through it, now I'm going to put this aching body into a hot bath."

"Damn, said Rowena. "I was just about to do the same thing."

"Well the bath is big enough for both of us", Richard said as he left the room. 

Richard's body had just got used to the sting of the hot water when he heard a light tapping on the door. 

"It's unlocked, and I have a glass," said Richard and looked up to see Rowena enter the room. She was dressed in a silk dressing gown which reached to her knees. Richard could see that she appeared unusually nervous. "What's wrong?" He said.

"I was thinking about what you said," she replied, "About there being room enough for two. After what took place between us, it's hardly time for me to get upset about you seeing me naked and of course, neither of us have had any drugs. Can I join you?"

"Be my guest," said Richard.

"What's with the champagne?" said Rowena as she slowly shrugged off the dressing gown wincing as it fell to the floor. "I'm still sore", she said.

"Thought we had something to celebrate at last, we no longer being paupers," he replied.

Richard looked at his sister's body which was still covered in old bruises and bite marks, pretty much as his was. The difference was, he was looking at his sister's body through un-drugged eyes and he was amazed at just how good she looked. Her figure carried not a spare ounce yet was perfectly formed. Her breasts were large but firm and showed not the slightest trace of sagging, her narrow waist flared to her soft but muscular hips and there at the junction of her thighs was a thatch of golden curls mirroring his own. He thought for a moment that he could see a glimpse of pink flesh buried beneath the hair, but in a moment, it was gone as she stepped into the bath and sat opposite him.

Richard mentally shook his head thinking, "What the hell am I doing? This is my sister and she is actually turning me on and I can't even blame the drugs." Luckily for him, the bubbles and churning water covered the turgid reaction taking place on seeing his naked sister. Certainly the sight of her half submerged breasts dancing in the current of the water jets didn't help his cause.

...........................................

Rowena sat on the couch thinking over what Richard had said. Certainly the Jacuzzi was more than big enough for them both and her body was crying out for the feel of the hot relaxing water. The question was could she be naked before him in the light of what they had done. "What the Hell," she thought. "We have fucked each other what have I to be ashamed or worried about now?"

Going to her bedroom, Rowena quickly undressed reaching for a silk dressing gown. "Is it too sexy?" She thought to herself then smiled as she realised she would be naked before him anyway. 

Lightly tapping at the bathroom door, Rowena entered at Richard's response. Standing over the bath she looked down at him and was amazed at the amount of old bruising his body carried. She could not remember biting or scratching him, but the marks were there as a stark reminder of just how intense their rut had been. 

The recollection of the incident suddenly brought a warm feeling to her loins and a gentle tingling inside her. Quickly, she shrugged off the robe, wincing as she did so. She noticed that Richard had a strange look on his face before she quickly stepped into the bath and settled into the bubbling water.

Lying back against the bath, Rowena let the heated water massage her body, she could feel her breasts swaying with the current of the water her nipples hardening and swelling in response to the passage of the water currents across them. The tingling of her nipples now matched the tingling in her loins, evincing a sigh as she closed her eyes.  

The twins slowly sipped the cold champagne from the tall fluted glasses as the hot jets of water pummelled their bodies. Both of them slipping into a pleasant torpor as the alcohol worked its way into their systems.

.............................................

Richard slowly opened his eyes and glanced across to study his sister. He studied the heavy bruising on her shoulders where he had fiercely gripped her, seeking purchase to drive his manhood into his sister's more than willing body. Nor could he avoid seeing the bruising and bite marks on her breasts, battle scars he left from their no holds barred sexual encounter. 

He watched as her breasts danced, buffeted by the water. He saw her nipples standing erect and swollen and remembered the taste and feel of them when he had drawn each one into his mouth and suckled them. 

Richard felt the familiar twitch as his penis began to respond to the view of his naked sister's breasts and the memories of their previous encounter. He struggled to fight the indecent thoughts that were fuelling his response. It was his sister for goodness sake; they had agreed that what took place would never happen again. He did not have the excuse of having consumed drugs and yet he could not deny that he was becoming very aroused by his sister's presence and realised that if she showed the least trace of willingness, he would gladly make love to her once more.

His thoughts were interrupted by a small moan coming from his sister. He could see her stretching and rolling her shoulders as if she was trying to ease the aches she was suffering. Her hands rose from the water and kneaded the flesh and her breasts were temporarily hidden from view.

.............................................

Rowena slowly reached for the glass of champagne and drunk deeply from it. She then glanced at Richard and took note of the scratch and bite marks visible on his body. She wondered just what had caused her to lose her self control and mark him so. She knew that in the few sexual encounters she had had, she had been a more than willing partner and had responded with a degree of abandonment. Yet clearly, in this case, she had lost complete and utter control. Still, she had not been the only one; the ache in her shoulders reminded her of just how fiercely Richard had gripped her whilst he drove himself into her. The old bruising around her loins were a witness to that. 

The tingling inside her started to grow as she recalled the feeling of Richard's swollen pole sliding into her core, the driving need for her to impale herself on his manhood. The reckless abandon they had shown whilst their bodies fought each other for orgasmic relief. 

Rowena shook her head. How could the thought of her incestuous encounter with Richard make her feel this way? She could not deny that despite the nature of what had taken place, she had never experienced such an orgasm. She would never forget how the massive orgasmic waves rolled through her body time and time again, an explosion of pure naked passion that thrilled her to her very bones. 

Rowena suddenly realised that she had sub-consciously let her right hand find its way to her womanhood, where her fingers were caressing the folds at its entrance. Her left hand was laid on her left breast, the palm stroking the very aroused nipple. Quickly she pulled them away, thankful for the bubbles and disturbed water which would have hidden what had taken place. The sudden movement sent a spasm of pain through her shoulders which she rolled in order to seek relief. Her hands now went to her shoulders where she tried to massage the pain away. 

................................

"Having problems?" Asked Richard.

"It's my shoulders," she replied. "I can't seem to ease the ache."

"Do you want me to massage them?" He said.

Rowena paused before saying, "I don't think so."

"Why not?" Said Richard. "It's not as though we haven't done it before."

"Because we were never naked in the bath before," she replied.

"Rowena" he said. "As you said earlier, after what took place between us, it's a bit late to worry about being naked in front of each other."

She realised that what Richard had said made sense and admitted to herself that he was an excellent masseur, recalling the many times he had massaged her sports strains away. "I'm sorry" she said. "Of course you are right; we can't live our lives shying away from each other." Taking another mouthful of champagne, she turned in the bath and scooted back between Richard's legs where he could reach her. 

.....................................

Richard watched as his sister slowly turned and slid towards him as he opened his legs to enable her to get close enough to him. She stopped as her hips reached mid way up his thighs and the touch of her naked legs against his, sent a shiver though him and further twitches in his now almost fully engorged penis. 

Taking the soap and working up a rich lather, he reached out and placed a hand on each shoulder. Slowly moving his hands across her flesh, he let his thumbs dig into the bunched muscle and began to press and stroke them in a regular rhythm. It wasn't long before he heard the slight groans of pleasure as Rowena arched her neck back, leaning into his hands working their magic on her aches. 

As he massaged her shoulders, Richard realised that his sister was slowly moving closer to him as she leaned into his massaging hands. He involuntarily opened his legs wider to allow the movement, never thinking of the consequences. Not that is until her buttocks came to rest against his groin, gently crushing his testicles. Richard did not notice any response from his sister, and was thankful that his massively erect penis was lying on his stomach. Taking a deep breath to calm his surging feelings, he continued to massage his sister, thumbs digging into the knotted muscle, kneading the aches away. 




The English Twins 03



This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are insulted by sexually explicit subject matter or language and incest, DO NOT read this!

This story is a work of fiction about incest! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form!

This story may not be reproduced in any form without the permission of the author.



It had been almost seven months since the twin's first sexual union and six and a half months since their second. There had been no repeat since. Their lives had continued almost as though their sexual encounters had never happened. Neither mentioned it, and studies and training continued unabated. Considering the twins shared an apartment, it was quite amazing that their feelings had not got the better of them. 

Richard was sat at his computer working on an essay on 'The politics of Edwardian Britain' when his sister Rowena walked into his bedroom. "We need to talk" she said. 

It was clear from the tone of his sister's voice she would brook no argument and so Richard saved his work and turned to face her. "What's wrong?" He said. 

"I'm pregnant Richard. That's what's wrong." 

"Are you sure?" he said.

"Yes I'm sure, seven bloody months sure," she replied. 

Richard felt as though he had been slammed in the stomach as the ramifications of what she said sank in. "Seven months, but how?" "Why not before?"

"I don't really know myself," she said. "I never really had regular periods and those that I did have hardly showed. It's not an uncommon thing among athletes. I really had no idea that I was pregnant until I got the results from my dope test after the last athletics meeting."

"What are you going to do?" he said, "Can you have an abortion?"

"No, it's far too late for that; I am going to have to carry the baby."

"But won't they be able to tell the baby is ours?" he asked.

"I shouldn't think so," she said. "Besides, there is an outside chance that the baby is not yours. The night before our parents died I had unprotected sex with my trainer. I intended taking the morning after pill, but of course, I never got around to it."

"Have you seen a doctor?" He said.

"No", she said. "I have an appointment for an examination and a scan tomorrow." 

The next morning the twins attended the medical facility and were ushered into an examination room. "Morning," said the Doctor as he breezed into the room. Turning to Richard he said, "You must be the lucky Father then?" 

"No" Richard stammered, "I'm her brother, her partner is working abroad."

The Doctor quickly took the necessary bloods before switching on the scanner and a low hum filled the room. Taking the probe, the doctor began to rub it across Rowena's stomach, sliding it through the gel. Suddenly the screen lit up and was immediately followed by two gasps from the siblings. They didn't need the doctor to tell them that what they were looking at was two babies, it was plain to see. 

"Double good news eh?" said the doctor who was surprised at the blood drained faces of Mother and her brother. 

After composing herself and cleaning off the gel, Rowena thanked the doctor and the twins left the facility. 

"What are we going to do?" Asked Richard. 

"I don't know about you", said Rowena, "but I'm going to give the father the good news."

Several hours later, Rowena returned to the flat looking somewhat brighter than she had earlier in the day.

"What did he say?" asked Richard.

"Well he was shocked, but he does accept he is the Father, doesn't need any blood tests in fact he doesn't want anything except silence. Not surprising I suppose, I doubt his wife would see the funny side."

"I never knew he was married," said Richard. 

"Oh I knew right enough, it guaranteed me plenty of sex without the complications. Anyway, I have told him I don't want any money from him or any other input for that matter. I just need his name on the children's birth certificates." 

Rowena's pregnancy went without a hitch and she was delivered of two babies which not unlike their mother and uncle, were like two peas in a pod. Identical apart from their genitals. History repeating itself. 

Rowena quickly settled into her new home leaving the governess to carry the majority of the burden of her children's upbringing. It was clear to both Rowena and Richard that neither of the children had the slightest trace of their named fathers features, leaving only one possibility.......

Eighteen years later.... 

Elizabeth (named after her Grandmother) and Peter (after his named Father) were turning out to be clones of their mother and uncle. Both had massive intellects and followed the family's passion for athletics and sport, both to earn 'Blues' in their own right.

Unfortunately, Elizabeth had attended the Commonwealth games in India and had picked up some kind of kidney infection which laid her low. She had not been back in the country more than a couple of weeks before she was admitted to hospital with suspected renal failure. The child battled against the disease but several times Rowena thought she had lost her. Happily, Elizabeth pulled through and returned home, weak but no longer ill.

Only a matter of a few days after Elizabeth's return, Rowena called at Richards's apartment, clearly upset. 

"Elizabeth?" Richard said.

"No", she replied, "Peter. He knows he is not the twin's father and the bastard wasted no time in telling them both." 

"But how?" said Richard.

"When Elizabeth was ill, he took a tissue test to see if he was suitable as a kidney donor, the rest is history." "Now the children want to know who their real father is and I can't say I blame them." 

"We must tell them," he said. "Not about the second time, just the first, I'm sure they will understand."

Rowena nodded her head in agreement, "I don't think we have a lot of choice," she said.

It is fair to say that the evening was full of tears and recriminations as the twins battled to make the children understand what had happened. Slowly, the twins began to see their parent's standpoint, realising how much the news had affected them and making allowances for the self confessed drug abuse of both parents. 

"Look", Rowena said. "You were both talking about taking a gap year, why not do it now. It will give you time to think about everything, get your heads around it". 

So it was that weeks later, Richard and Rowena were at Heathrow airport waving goodbye to their children as they began their round the world journey.

Richard pulled the car onto the driveway of Rowena's home and escorted his tearful sister into the house where she sat on the couch fighting back her tears. Richard walked to the drinks cabinet and poured two very large whisky's before returning to the couch and handing one of them to his sister who downed it in one. After recharging her glass, Richard settled down beside his tearful sister. Rowena leaned into him as she cried on his shoulder, the absence of her children already striking home. She just felt so devastatingly alone. Richard placed his arm around her, pulling her close to him, letting her work it out of her system. 

Eventually the crying stopped and Rowena rested her head on Richards shoulder. "I don't know what I would do without you" she said. "You have always been here for me. In fact that's the very reason I never married, I already had a man in the shape of my brother."

Richard chuckled and said, "I think you better clarify that, there were some things as a man I never helped you with. As I recall, you have had a fairly full life in respect of your men." 

"Yes, I've had my share, but none of them were as dependable as you. And now I fear this 41 year old lady has probably seen the last of them. All the men I know are after young big breasted bimbos."

"You must be joking" said Richard. "You still have a body that most girls would die for. For a 41 year old you are still in the stunning class, I only wish I could meet your clone, I would remarry in a flash."

"Knock it off Richard, you always were a bull-shitter, but thanks anyway," she said.

"But then, that runs in the family" he said with a smile. "You are the perfect example of what a fitness regime can do for an older woman, keeping fit makes you fit, if you see what I mean."

"Do you really think I'm fit?" she said.

"I meant it when I said that if I could find a woman who was a copy of you, I would never let her leave my side." "You have to have men falling over you."

"I find them all so shallow" Rowena said, "I'm better off without them."

"In that case, Vive le Ann Summers shops, where satisfaction comes with four U2 batteries" he laughed.

Rowena lightly punched her brother then leaned in to kiss him, "Thanks for the ego massage and by the way, I never was one for batteries, I prefer to practice abstinence". She kissed him again only this time; it was just a fraction longer than a sisterly kiss should be. 

"Anyway, look who's talking. I always thought you were devilishly handsome and age has only improved your looks. Apart from which, I have to say you are the only 41 year old man I know who is still 'ripped'. The gym's doing you the world of good. I should also say that you don't appear blind, and certainly don't have hair on the palms of your hands from which I assume, you don't pleasure yourself." 

"Yes" Richard said. "I have had my share. But to be perfectly frank, although the sex was good, it never lived up to what I experienced with you, not even my wife could match that."

A slight blush suffused Rowena's face as she nodded. "Yes, I know what you mean. It was so, so wrong, yet so beautiful. I'm not surprised we never found partners that could match up to our expectations. But then we were young then, maybe age has dimmed our recollections of it and we are looking back through rose tinted spectacles." 

"Not at all" Richard said, "I recall every second of it, it's burned into my memory. I will never forget it. I can't tell you how many times I have cursed the fact that we are siblings."

"Me too" she whispered. "Life is so unfair at times but we must live with our lot."

"We didn't on two occasions," he replied. 

"As I said, we were young then and full of drugs."

"Not on the second occasion we weren't" he said. "As I recall, we were willing enough partners then."

Rowena's eyes slowly closed as she recalled the incident, and a warm pleasant feeling stole through her body. She was shocked to feel her nipples begin to swell as she remembered the incident in the bath and the explosive culmination of their lovemaking. "That's true," she murmured, "But still, we were young and it wouldn't have happened had we been our present age."

Richard looked into his sister's eyes and said, "I'm not sure that is true and I don't believe that you think that either. If the same circumstances arose, I think it would happen again despite our maturity."

"I suppose we will never know," she said. Then smiled and leaned into him, "because I'm certainly not about to jump in the bath with you now, especially since I only showered a few hours ago." 

Her lips were mere inches from his own and her eyes had a questioning look, Richard paused, and then placed his lips on hers. There was no movement for a second or two then Rowena's lips softened and moved against his own. No longer the kiss of siblings, but a kiss of passion, a kiss of two lovers. It was not long before Richards tongue slipped into Rowena's mouth doing battle with her own, twisting and curling. the air was filled with a sexual charge generated by the rising passion of the twins.

Richard's pole was already fully engorged, throbbing in the restricted folds of his pants. Rowena's body was also responding to the passion generated by the kiss. Her breasts were fully swollen, the nipples tightly rubbing against her bra and she could feel the dampness between her legs, telling of her rising needs.

Richard's hand found his sisters right breast, could feel the hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he gently squeezed it eliciting a low groan from his sibling. Suddenly, he felt her hand on his pushing it from her breast. "No," she said. ""If we are going to make love, let's do it properly and take our time," Rowena stood and taking Richard's hand, led him to her bedroom where she directed him to the bed. Standing before him, she slowly began to undo the button on her blouse. Richard could see more and more of her cleavage until her blouse fell open and he was confronted by the sight of his sister's breasts cupped and nestling in an almost see through black lace bra.

Rowena shrugged her shoulders, allowing her blouse to fall to the floor at her feet. Pausing for only a moment, she reached behind her and unfastened the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts from its restricting hold. She slipped the straps from her shoulders, her hands covering her breasts for only a moment before the bra was allowed to join the blouse at her feet. Dropping her hands to her sides, Richard could see that his sister's breasts hardly needed a bra to support them, there was little sag and they stood proud and firm. Her nipples were darker than Richard remembered and he could see that her passion had suffused them, the large brown nipples crowned each breast. Rowena reached up to them, taking them in her hands, cupping them and rolling each nipple between her fingers whilst softly moaning with rising passion. 

Her hands dropped to her sides once more and she then sought out the zip at the back of her skirt. The sound of the lowering zip was quickly followed by the sight of the skirt pooling around Rowena's feet leaving the sexiest black lace thong struggling to cover the neatly trimmed blonde thatch at the apex of her thighs. coquettishly she turned away from him and bent to remove the thong. As she did so, Richard caught a quick glimpse of a pair of glistening wet lips before she stood and slowly turned to face him. 

Richard was astounded by the condition of her body, only the slightest sag in her breasts and buttocks and perhaps a slight thickening of the waist, which was hardly noticeable. There couldn't be a young woman anywhere in the world who would not kill to have a body like Rowena's, just about the sexiest thing on two legs. 

Rowena stood before her brother, placed the palms of both hands on her hips and said, "Now you've seen my body, do you still want to make love to me?"

Richard stood and took her in his arms, "Even more than before," he said. "You are truly beautiful." 

"Then it's your turn," said Rowena as she sat on the bed.

Richard took off his loafers and socks and within seconds, his shirt and trousers joined Rowena's clothes on the floor. Rowena was amazed at her brother's body, he really was 'ripped', his six pack clearly visible and his arms and legs bulging with muscle. There were not the only things that were bulging; she could clearly see his package distorting the cloth of his shorts. Whilst she watched, Richard hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slid his shorts down his legs, stepping out of them. Rowena gasped as she saw his penis, it was much larger than she remembered. It was heavily swollen and standing erect along his stomach. The engorged purple head was massive, swaying as his prick throbbed and twitched. Robert placed his palms on his hips and said with a smile, "Now you have seen what's on offer, do you still want me to make love to you?"

.........................................

Sitting on the bed as she was, her face was almost level with her sibling's groin, reaching out she took hold of his hips and pulled him towards her. She then took hold of his warm hard pole in both hands, staring at its every detail. studying the large ridge at the bottom of the swollen head, the engorged veins along its whole length, amazed at its rigidity. Her juices were flowing freely now, her body crying out to be taken by this amazing rod. But that would have to wait. 

Quickly she bent forward, placing the head of his penis to her lips, licking them before she did so. Slowly opening her mouth, Rowena sucked Richard's organ into her mouth, feeling the head of it almost fill her. Her tongue danced over his frenulum accompanied by groans of pleasure from Richard. She felt him slowly thrusting his organ into her mouth, almost to her throat, causing her to gag. Quickly he withdrew slightly, before resuming his shallow stroking. Rowena was loving every moment of it, the soft slightly salty taste of his skin and the silky feel of the lubricant seeping from its head. 

In less than a minute, Richard pulled away from Rowena and gently pushed her onto the bed before kneeling beside her, and silencing her frustrated moan with a kiss. Once more their tongues battled and teeth nibbled in a deep sensuous kiss. Rowena shuddered as Richard's hands took hold of her breasts, stroking her incredibly sensitive nipples and gently tweaking them, filling her with needy cries of passion. "Oh God"! she cried, as his mouth descended to her right breast, first licking the nipple before slowly drawing it into his mouth across his teeth. It felt as though he had swallowed half of her breast and she could feel the shock waves punching through her body. He then began alternating between rolling the nipple between his teeth and sucking on it as though feeding at her breast. Rowena felt as though she could take no more and then Richard moved to her other breast, repeating what he had done before. Rowena was gasping at every nip and suckle; her breasts were on fire and hyper sensitive to the slightest touch. 

Richard moved and suddenly, he was laying a wet fiery trail down her body as he licked his way down towards the source of her heat, the contracting cavern that yearned to be filled by his huge girth. His hands reached under her thighs, pulling them apart as his head hovered above her core. As he lowered his head, Rowena could feel his hot breath on the suffused and swollen lips of her vagina, yet was still shocked when his tongue darted down the full length of her pussy, sliding between her lips. 

Richard's shift in position had now brought his own pulsating member within Rowena's reach. Taking hold of it, she pulled it towards her and as she did so, Richard moved his leg so that he was now kneeling above her head. Once more her hungry mouth opened to take her fill of his mighty cock, greedily sucking it down until it reached the back of her throat then letting it slide back out over her teeth as she resumed her tongue's attack on his frenulum.

Rowena yelped around his invading pole as she felt his tongue diving between her vaginal lips, licking and probing, mouthing and sucking on her clitoris driving her half crazy. She renewed her ministrations to Richard's penis with even more vigour, the sound of wet sucking mouths on each others genitals and their welcoming grunts filled the bedroom. 

Rowena swore she could feel Richard swell even more in her mouth, could feel the throbbing increasing and knew he could not be far away from his climax. All those thoughts vanished when she felt Richard slip two fingers inside her tunnel, searching for and hitting her 'G' spot. A muffled scream escaped her distorted lips as his fingers rubbed and coaxed her trigger spot. Her stomach was filled with a series of small explosions which grew by the minute. Her hips bucked under Richard's mouth and her juices flowed like hot lava. She was on the edge, her body could take no more stimulation, she had to give in to it, let it take her where it will.

Richard too was also on the edge, she could tell by his loud groans and the spasmodic way in which his hips jerked above her and his hot, blood filled penis throbbed and twitched in her mouth.