0 comments/ 43202 views/ 31 favorites Twin Passions By: MaxErotic Although my twin brother and I are both in our second year of college studies, our parents are taking us with them to Hawaii. They say we need a rest from our studies so that we can keep our marks up. The bad news is that we have to go with our parents; the good news is that we don't have to pay a dime. Chris is a great brother. He treats me better than any boyfriend I have ever had. He was born three minutes before me, so, in a sense, he is technically my older brother. He's very athletic, eats only health food, and wrestles for the college. I find him to be very handsome and chicks practically line up to date him. I don't think he knows how powerfully attractive he really is. The last time we went to the beach, a chick walked up to him and straight out asked him for his number. He's a traditional guy and I think he didn't appreciate being asked by a female. I could tell he wasn't interested in her so I pretended to be his girlfriend, grabbing his hand and holding it while he told her I was his girlfriend. He never thanked me for helping him out, likely because she was very pretty, but he also kept holding my hand. I waited for him to let go of my hand but he kept holding it all the way down the beach. While it's possible that he was just trying to avoid another female confrontation, I know it was more as he kept asking me questions about what I am looking for in a guy. Of course, I named everything he is, except for wrestling: that would just give it away. I was so proud of him for shutting her down. She was so amazingly beautiful. Knowing that he was holding my hand after shutting down such a gorgeous female candidate made me feel so desirable and attractive. Yes, I am his sister but that was the day that I fell in love with him. That was two years ago, the summer before college and I haven't been able to shake my feelings for him since. I am fairly sure he's on to me. How can he not know? I leave the door slightly ajar when I shower; I do everything I can for him; I get upset when he starts dating a new girl and I ask him how I look in my clothes. Recently, I gave him a back massage in his bed and squeezed his bum cheeks for fun at the end as a fun way to show him I was done. He just laughed and said it tickled. His butt is so firm from wrestling, so tight and round, that I often fantasize about squeezing it with both hands while he drills me with his cock. Is that horrible? That a sister wants her brother, that a sister wants her brother's cock? I have a friend that likes her brother, too. She says that he's hot but I know she doesn't mean it like I do. With her, it's just a quirky little thought. With me, it's love. I am in love with my brother. I am in love with everything about him. I have always been in love with him. Yes, we fought as children but I have rarely fought with him post puberty; and ever since I have had pubic hair I have had a longing to feel him inside of me, taking me passionately as I give myself willingly to him. Chris is very much like my father, who is a very strong and intelligent man. My father has taught him how to be a gentleman and a scholar, a hunter and a wrestler. I can't say enough about my father; and it's no wonder that my mother is deeply in love with him. I find that I don't feel passion for my father, though, which might at first seem more likely, especially when considering that everything I like about Chris comes from my father's handiwork. It's easy to see how my mother gets won by his dark beard and prominent male chin, by his proud posture and muscular, weathered body; by his tender dealings with females, by his commanding presence, by his tremendous business sense, and by his thriving financial success. Perhaps, I do love my father. Perhaps, I perceive that Chris is destined to be just like him: handsome, strong, and successful—a pillar in the community and a promising heir to my father's franchise. I was afraid to take psychology in college for fear that I would discover an ugly truth about myself. Nevertheless, it has been most helpful in bringing me to grips with my incestuous passion for my brother. From what I gather so far, and if I am to be truly honest with myself, psychologically, then it may be true that I actually love my father but am forced to realize that he is my mother's. I then turn to my brother as he is the closest man I can find to my father; and plus, he's younger, making him more accessible and attractive to me. I once asked my psychology professor why someone might find their own brother attractive and the professor just stared at me and scoffed, "Because their filled with incest, that's why!" He made it seem so wrong and immoral, so disgusting and anti-social; but I don't find it to be that at all. I love being in love with Chris. It's beautiful to me. It's correct to me, no matter who tells me different, PhD or not. The day has finally come and we all board the airplane. Chris helps load my carry-on luggage into the overhead storage and we sit down. Mother and father have to sit ten seats ahead of us as they couldn't get closer seats without paying more money; and since the trip is free, we don't complain. Besides, it gives me time to talk with Chris alone. Mom thinks I am fond of Chris because he's my twin brother and 'twins are just like that', but she doesn't know the depths of my crush: that I am in love with him. I am not a slut but I have had sex with six guys. When Chris starts to suspect me, I quickly grab a boyfriend to make myself appear to have normal, female desires. I usually end up sleeping with them too: mainly because they want to but also because it feels good. It's not a good habit. I don't want to sleep with other guys. I really want to sleep with Chris. He's the one I love. Deep down inside, I don't want to be abnormal. I hate being the only female I know that loves her brother. I figure that if I sleep with him that there's a chance these feelings will go away. I tried not fantasizing about him while my last boyfriend fucked me but it didn't work. With every thrust I kept imagining Chris instead. "Hey sis, look at this condo," says Chris, pointing at a brochure. "This is where we're going to stay. Beautiful, isn't it?" I look over at the brochure. The condo is next to another: a duplex. It has pale-green, wooden siding and palm trees lining a cobblestone driveway. "It's really nice. Mom and dad must really have some bucks to afford that place," I joke. "Dad says he's thinking of retiring soon. Did he tell you that? That means that I might get to take over the business after college, which is perfect, it's just that I don't have a lady to share the wealth with yet," says Chris as his countenance changes from interested to sad. "But, oh well, I could always just live with you, right sis? I mean, we already share a college dorm and we're not having very good luck finding good girlfriends and boyfriends now, are we?" "No. That's because I can't find anyone as sweet as you," I say, dropping a bomb of a hint. "No. It's because I can't find anyone like you, sis. You know what we need? We need clones of each other that aren't related to us. Then we'd have it all," says Chris as he accepts a short glass of wine from a stewardess. Chris requests another wine and passes it to me. "If I could clone you, and the clone could be genetically altered so that we're unrelated, Chris, I'd have it all. You're an amazing guy, you really are. You might think I am crazy for saying this but, in a weird way, I think it's kind of stupid that brothers and sisters can't marry each other, or have sex or whatever. I think a lot of siblings would do it if it wasn't taboo, and if there was no chance of pregnancy and birth defects and stuff. Come on, let's face it. There are a lot of sexy brothers and sisters out there. You can't tell me that they're all keeping their paws off of each other, every last one of them. The world can't expect there to never be a case of incest," I say, unloading some very heavy hints on Chris. "That's true, very true," admits Chris. "Did I ever tell you about the guy on my wrestling team who told me that his sister gave him a blowjob once and now she does it all the time, whenever he asks her? That's pretty hot, right? I think it's hot." "That's totally hot! You never told me that before," I say, feeling aroused at the thought of giving Chris a blow job. "I don't see anything wrong with it, do you? Well, as long as they never tell anyone." "He told you, though, didn't he?" I say. "So now you know about it. I'm sure she'd be horrified to know that others know about it." "Well, the conversation started when he asked me if I thought you were hot. I said yes, and that's when he told me about his sister giving him a blowjob. He told me I should ask you for one but..." "But...?" I stare at Chris, biting my bottom lip and hanging off of his every word. "You know, sis, since we're on the topic, there's something else I want to tell you," says Chris, now uncomfortable. "Sure, what's up?" I ask, very concerned about what he is about to say. "OK, here it is. Sometimes, you seem like you have a crush on me. Like, the other day, for example, when you squeezed my butt cheeks." I blush and turn away from Chris, totally embarrassed. I try to ignore him and just stare out the window at the runway but Chris pats me on the shoulder, wanting an answer. "I think you're a great guy, Chris. I guess I hope that I can find someone like you, just like you," I say, hoping to side-step the awkwardness. "That's not what I mean, Cindy. I mean, do you want me? Are you attracted to me?" asks Chris frankly. "I, I..." "Please, Cindy, just tell me. I won't judge you. I just need to know," says Chris, sipping heavily on his wine. "OK. It's true. I have had a big crush on you for a long time. I think you have a lot going for you," I say, also now taking deep sips of my own wine. "Like what?" asks Chris, his ego inflating faster than I can fill it. "Like your body, your spirit, your attitude in life, your face, your charm, your brains, your..." I stop myself abruptly and turn again to look out the window. "I love you sis, you know that right? I am not judging you right now. You can trust me. Come on, you're my twin sister, we talk about everything," says Chris placing his empty wine glass down. "I'll tell you what I like about you, if you want?" offers Chris. "Go for it," I say, trying to look like I don't really care while inwardly lusting for his praise. Chris turns in his chair and stares at me intensely. "I think you're the most beautiful lady I have ever met. I love the way you carry yourself, the way you triumph through hard times in life, the way you always look out for everyone around you, the way you care about children, the way you leave the door open when you shower..." "You noticed?" I interrupt excitedly. "Yeah I noticed! Actually, this is something that I wanted to make right with you. The last time you showered I noticed that you had left the door slightly ajar. I peeked inside and I saw you, naked, all of you," confesses Chris as he waves at the stewardess, hoping she'll see and bring us more wine. "You saw me naked?" I say, thrilled but trying desperately to appear offended. "Yes. And..." "And what?" I ask eagerly. "And I want to see you naked again, tonight. Apparently, mom and dad are going to be sleeping in their own condo. Their on the right and we're on the left. We have our own condo." "We do? I mean, we do," I correct, trying to maintain decency. "You mean that? You really want to see me naked again?" I ask, prodding to hear him say it again. An elderly man behind us coughs loudly and clears his throat, which we interpret as "I can hear what you're saying and it's totally turning me on!" We decide to speak more quietly. "I really do," whispers Chris, "I was actually hoping we could..." The stewardess interrupts us and we can tell by the look on her face that she's been listening for a while, long enough to have a mouthful of hot gossip to tell her friends on her coffee break. "More wine?" she asks, looking white as a ghost. We grab two more glasses of wine and enjoy the flight, allowing the conversation to remain suspended as we anticipate the evening. The plane lands in Hawaii and we take a rental car from the airport to the condo duplex. We tour the beach and play in the warm, ocean water before we hit an ocean-front restaurant. We eat overpriced lobster and stuff ourselves with coconut shrimp dipped in sweet chilli sauce and down it with foreign beer and fresh pineapple juice. At the close of the evening we walk on the beach, watching the sun set over the ocean. Mother and father are now a good ways down the beach, trying to have some alone time. "It's perfect isn't it?" asks Chris as he wades in the water, his hands in his pockets. "You're perfect," I flirt, "Why can't you be mine? Why do we have to be away from each other? Why do we have to marry other people, live separate lives? I don't ever want to lose you Chris. I'm scared that you're going to meet the perfect girl and leave me forever, going off to live happily ever after with the business and all of dad's wealth while I stumble around in the world looking for true love and never finding it because..." "Because why, Cindy?" asks Chris cautiously but very curiously. "Because my happily ever after is right in front of me, that's why." Mother and father return, interrupting us. They decide to retire to their condo and we retire to ours. I tell Chris that I am sweaty from the flight and in need of a shower. "I promise to keep the door ajar, Chris, just in case," I say, moving my butt with a forced and sexy wiggle as I walk toward the bathroom, allowing Chris to get a good look before the real show begins. I enter the bathroom, leave the door slightly ajar, and disrobe. I check my birth control package to make sure that I have taken today's pill before I turn the shower on to a comfortable temperature and get in. Lucky for us, the shower door is see-through. I don't see Chris peeking in so I decide to shower. After wetting my hair, I clear the hair and water from my eyes and look over at the door. I notice that Chris is standing before the door. "You can come in, it's OK," I holler, hoping he comes in. Chris enters the bathroom. I begin to lather my body with soap, letting him take in the scene. I rub my breasts with suds before turning, lathering my ass and pressing it lightly against the shower wall, purely for his viewing pleasure. I then turn so that my breasts are facing Chris and place them up against the shower door glass. They press into the door, squishing flat and I know that Chris is enjoying watching my nipples press against the steamy glass. The door is slightly foggy but I can see that Chris is getting an erection, his cock now tenting up in his tan-coloured dress shorts. I begin to rinse my body off and notice that Chris has removed his shirt. "I'm going to shower, too, if that's OK with you," he hollers over the sound of the water. "I'll just be another minute," I say and finish showering while watching Chris undress through the steamy shower door. I can't see everything perfectly clearly but still it's clear enough. Chris is now standing, naked, with a huge erection. I can't help but stare at his hard, erotic, and very erect penis. I open the shower door and step out. I begin to dry off and Chris steps into the shower. I watch Chris begin to lather his hard, muscular body. I can feel my vagina tingle with delight as I view his erect cock, sticking straight out while he rinses his hair under the shower. I have never been so hot for Chris in my life. I have never seen his penis before and now I'm not only seeing it, but I'm seeing it erect; and the sight of it is sending me to pleasure paradise. My whole body begins tingling. Chris finishes showering while I watch in penis-craving awe. Chris steps out of the shower and stands before me, fully erect. He licks his lips and I lick mine in return. "This is hard for me to say, Cindy, but I want you," says Chris, taking a step closer to me, his penis now only inches from my naked vagina. "I really want you Chris. I know it's wrong. I know that this is so wrong. OK, it's unbelievably wrong but I really want you," I confess, my breasts now perky and full, my nipples now firm and feminine. Chris moves closer and his penis touches my vagina lightly before bending downward and sliding along it beneath my legs. I can feel his firmness on my labia and my body rushes with blood and pleasure. He reaches up and begins to fondle my full breasts, squeezing them and caressing them tenderly. I sigh. He begins moving his pelvis forward, causing the top of his long shaft to run full-length along my wet pussy. He continues to fondle and squeeze my breasts. I moan at his tender loving and he leans in to kiss me on the lips. We peck once, at first, then open our mouths and begin to French kiss each other with steamy lust. I enjoy the flicking of his tongue in my mouth as he loves on me, tasting me, and sighing and moaning in my mouth. I enjoy his masculine lips and his strong facial muscles as he lip-locks me. We stand together, naked, kissing, passionately releasing the pain and pleasure of the years of our abstinence; passionately casting aside the rules of our earth as we partake in wild nature. His facial hair brushes my cheek and I feel my vagina increasing in wetness as it slides on his long, thick cock. He picks me up in his arms, carries me to the bedroom, and lays me onto the bed. I lay on my back, my legs spread for him as my breasts fall naturally to the sides of my naked body. He positions his penis in front of my vagina and begins flicking it on my opening, causing me to have my first orgasm of the evening. "I want you inside of me," I beg. Chris wastes no time entering me. He thrusts himself deep into my pussy and I can feel his cock throb with excitement as he experiences the rush of having my naked breasts press against his chest for the first time. We moan together and he begins thrusting into me forcefully, the way nature intended for a man to take a woman. I can feel his large balls slapping against my genital area and I groan with delight. I feel my pussy clamp down on him, milking his dick with my wet vagina lips as I orgasm. We continue making love for many minutes, his strong arms gripping my shoulders beneath my head as he takes me. "I can't take any more," he cries, pounding me forcefully. "It's OK, I'm on the pill," I say as Chris increases his speed and intensity. I feel his muscular arms surround me as he drives his manhood deep inside of me over and over again. He begins to moan loudly and I feel his cock thicken. I push my breasts together, ensuring that they are pressed against his hard body and he begins to ejaculate inside of me, filling me with his hot, loving essence. My eyes tear up for joy as he releases himself into me, giving me all he has. I allow him to settle before I begin caressing his blonde hair. Chris lies down on me, still inside of me, and we snuggle, kissing and caressing for more than an hour. Chris is still inside of me, although soft, and he pulls out. We kiss again. "I'm all sweaty. I might need to shower again," he says, "Do you want to watch?" "Of course I do," I say as we both get up and walk to the bathroom holding hands. "Should I say it, Cindy? Should I say what I think we both want to say?" asks Chris softly. I can't be certain what he means but I have a very strong intuition that it's exactly what I want to say to him. "Yes, say it," I say, staring up into his eyes. Twin Passions "Cindy, I love you," says Chris, his eyes tearing up. "I love you," I say, fulfilled emotionally and sexually, and in every part of my being. "For the rest of our lives, we will always have to keep our love a secret from others, Cindy, but I promise I will never keep my love a secret from you. I want to be free to express my love for you for the rest of my life." "We'll find a way to make this work, to make us work. It won't be easy, I know, but I believe in us, that we can do it." "We can do this, Cindy. I know we can. Let's finish college first and maybe when we've got enough money from the business, we can move somewhere, far away, and be free to be us," says Chris sincerely. "OK, I like the sound of that, us. I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you say that," I say, reaching for his hand.