A question caught me by surprise-4

“I don’t know!” I shouted in exasperation. “Look, I know Vicky isn’t
perfect. I don’t know if we have a future together, but I feel like if you
love me, you’ll give me a chance to figure it out.”

“If I love you?” Jennifer choked incredulously. “If I love you. Jesus,
Jack, are you fucking blind? I’m in love with you!”

And there it was. There was nothing surprising about it. I knew how
she felt about me. I felt the same way about her and I probably always
had. All it took was my raw, shattered, and infinitely more courageous twin
to say it out loud.

“You’re…in love with me?” I repeated slowly.

“Fuck. I didn’t mean to say that,” my sister moaned. I wasn’t sure
whether or not she meant it.

She drew a long breath, trying desperately to hold onto what little of
her composure remained as she began to explain. “When it was just the two
of us, I didn’t even think about it. I loved you and you loved me and
that’s all there was to it. I just assumed it would always be just the two
of us and that was enough. But when you started seeing Vicky, everything
changed. And I wanted more. And that night, when you and I…for a second
I thought that maybe what I was feeling made sense, that it wasn’t wrong,
that maybe you felt the same way that I did.”

I couldn’t breathe. It was like the weight of her confession was
pressing down on my chest, stripping the air from my lungs. I felt like a
goddamn coward.

“It’s weird, and it’s gross, and it’s fucked up, but it’s how I feel,”
Jennifer whimpered, fresh tears spilling from her eyes. “Aren’t you going
to say anything?”

That was the moment that I learned that as unforgiving life can be, once
in a while you get a second chance. I had no idea what I was supposed to
say, and for a few seconds I just stared, trying to formulate a coherent
sentence that captured exactly how I felt about my sister. And then a
little voice in the back of my mind reminded me that we were twins and that
sometimes words were overrated. And so I kissed her.

The next several minutes were a blur, my mind overwhelmed by sensation
and emotion. I let everything I’d been trying to hold back, the love and
pain, into that kiss, savoring it, searing it into my brain. Slowly, the
fear that it wasn’t real, that this was nothing more than the tortuous
machination of a desperate subconscious faded away, and I began to simply
enjoy the simple sensations. The faint scent of strawberries. The slight
pebbled texture of her tongue. The steady cadence of her breath.

I felt her smile against my lips, causing me to return it in kind.
“What?” I asked playfully. The angry black streaks of smeared mascara were
still present, but the light had returned to my sister’s eyes.

“I dunno. I guess it’s just funny how things work out,” Jennifer said
coyly. “The truth shall set you free, right?”

I regarded her for a moment. She already knew, but she deserved to hear
it. “I love you Jennifer,” I said, unafraid.

Another kiss, one I felt to my bones. “I love you too,” she whispered.

The journey to the bedroom was brief. I had a decent amount of strength
within my wiry muscles, so I simply scooped Jennifer into my arms and
carried her into our room. We laid side by side, gently exploring each
other’s bodies as we. My fingers transitioned through the silky strands of
her hair, down the warm smooth surface of her face and neck, down, down,
down…

Suddenly Jennifer stood up, and for a brief moment I was concerned I had
crossed a line, but she was still smiling. Instead, she reached behind
her, slowly unzipping the bit of cloth that separated us. Her dress
slipped down, releasing the full, pale globes concealed within. She didn’t
waste time, hooking her panties with her thumbs and pulling them down to
the floor. She kicked both garments away, standing before me in all her
glory.

“Look at me Jack,” my twin said, her eyes blazing. “Just look at me.”

I gazed over every inch of her, taking in her fair beauty. I had seen
her in varying states of undress before, but this. This was magic. I
stood with her, pulling her into me. As our tongues snaked in each other’s
mouths, I allowed my hands to wander, gliding over the skin of her back.
Her hands reached for my waist, pulling my shirt up and over, forcing us to
break away for a moment as it stretched over my head.

I smiled to myself as my jeans hit the floor, thankful for once that I
had not bothered with a belt. I felt gooseflesh form on my backside,
realizing that my boxers had slid down as well. I stepped out of the denim
and cotton, Jennifer gently pulling me toward the bed.

Suddenly I was nervous. I had no misgivings about what I wanted to do,
but I had certain concerns about my skill, or lack thereof. I’d seen more
than my fair share of pornography since I’d discovered how to bypass my
parent’s browser settings, but it served to intimidate more than educate.

If Jennifer was nervous, she didn’t show it. I was certain my sister
was a virgin as well, but she certainly didn’t seem anxious about it. She
smiled warmly at me, beckoning me to join her. I slinked over her,
catching her lips once again. My anxiety began to fade as our bodies began
to warm to each other. Emboldened, I began kissing my way down her neck,
trailing down her clavicle, down the swell of her left breast until finally
my lips brushed her nipple.

I took it into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and teeth.
Jennifer’s breath hitched, a deep moan reverberated through the room. As I
continued my explorations, her breath became shallower and more ragged, and
every so often a faint, “Oh my God,” would escape her lips.

A warm slickness started to coat my lower abdomen, matting with the hair
on my stomach. I smiled to myself, giddy that I was able to do this to
her. I continued my journey south, determined to explore Jennifer’s body
further.

I caught her scent as I made my way past her navel. It was
intoxicating, yet strangely familiar. I recalled a similar aroma on the
occasional sleepover. Sometimes I’d wake up to hear Jennifer whimpering in
the dark. I used to think it was bad dreams, but now I knew better.

A tuft of course fur tickled my chin as I finally reached her sex. Her
folds were glistening, radiating that intoxicating aroma that was starting
to fill the room. I idly I wondered if she tasted as good as she smelled.

I had no technique in mind. I briefly considered replicating what I’d
seen in Biker Whores 7, but once again I suspected that porn wasn’t the
most credible of sources. Instead, I gently probed her sex with my tongue,
pretending I was making out with her, albeit with a different orifice. The
slightly acidic taste took me by surprise at first, but I quickly grew to
appreciate it, noting that there was a sort of sweetness laced with the
tartness of her juices.

Whatever I did, it worked. Jennifer began to tense and buck, drawing my
head f***e fully into her snatch. I continued my efforts, lapping at her
folds. I could have continued for hours, but as her body started to tense
up, she brought my chin up, prompting me to pause.

“I need you Jack. God, I need you now,” Jennifer moaned.

That was all the prompting I needed. I slip back up, brushing her lips
against mine. I wondered if she could taste her herself on me, but she
didn’t seem to mind. As we continued kissing, I felt the outside of her
folds press gently against my cock, coating it with her juices.

I considered the implications of this, the breaking of this final
barrier. These were uncharted waters we were sailing into, my sister and
I. There was no going back.

I pulled back ever so slightly, needing to see her, to see all of her.
As I looked into her eyes, every fear and doubt I ever had about the two of
us was banished. Trust and love were all I saw.

Effortlessly I slid inside her. Eventually I met resistance, but she
nodded, so I pressed further. She hissed in pain, making me stop, but she
wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, urging me to continue. I was
slow and careful, vigilant for the slightest indication that I should stop.
It never came. I kissed her cheeks, her neck, and her mouth again and
again.

“Faster,” she cried, digging her nails into my back. If it made a mark,
I didn’t feel it. I felt her muscles clench as I moved in and out of her
in long, slow strokes. Instinct made up for inexperience. She moved with
me, her breathing becoming labored, her eyes watering as she poised on the
brink.

“Jennifer…” I whispered.

My body moved against her, within her, in a rhythmic, timeless beat.
Jennifer drew me in deep, and suddenly I felt the same sensation as
freefall as the whole world faded from view. She strained against me,
wrapping her legs around my hips, rocking with every thrust. I felt my own
orgasm begin to build, and I prayed I’d last long enough for the both of
us. She cried out as her body seized up, muscles clenched down around me,
keeping me inside her as my cock began to spasm.

I felt more alive than I’d ever felt before. I could hear the rain
cascading down on the sidewalk, feel the slickness of our sweat where our
skin met. I saw the love and devotion in her eyes as this one last
terrible fear had been vanquished. I braced himself on my elbows, and
gently brushing back her hair. With that, Jennifer started to cry.

Concern and dread flooded my veins. “What’s wrong?” I asked hesitantly,
“Are you okay?”

She nodded, sniffling.

“Jen?”

She flung her arms around my neck, hugging me with all her might. “I
love you so much,” she choked.

“Jesus, s*s. Don’t scare me like that,” I said, smiling with relief.

She laughed. There were no more tears.

We laid in bed together in silence for a while. It wasn’t awkward; we’d
spent too much of their lives together to be uncomfortable. We simply
passed the time, reflecting on all the dismissed innuendos, charged
moments, and foreboding silences that led us to this point. And then, of
course, there was the future to think about.

“You have a girlfriend,” Jennifer stated. It was meant as fact, not
accusation.

“Had. Somehow, I don’t think that’s a problem anymore,” I mused.

“You’re…welcome?” she smirked. We shared a laugh. It was fun, but we
were still dancing around the elephant.

“You’re my sister,” I said quietly.

“I know.”

“We’ll have to be careful,” I warned.

“I know.”

“If anyone finds out about us, especially after tonight…”

“Jack, I know. Trust me, I’ve had plenty of time to imagine a
ridiculous number of nightmare scenarios, some of which involve actual
torches and pitchforks.” Jennifer explained.

“I always thought it’d be more like ‘Law and Order: SVU’ and less like
‘Frankenstein.'” I replied thoughtfully.

“Wouldn’t stop our parents. They’d kill us.”

“They’d kill me. You’d have to live at home and go to bible college,” I
corrected.

“Somehow I don’t think the ‘daddy’s girl’ card is going to get me a
lighter sentence,” my sister laughed.

“You call that light? I think I’d prefer the sweet release of death.
You know they believe dinosaurs are a liberal conspiracy and that gay
marriage causes hurricanes, right?”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“So what’s the plan?” I asked.

“Well, for starters I should probably avoid jumping your bones at frat
parties,” Jennifer joked.

“I don’t know, it worked out pretty well last time,” I teased.

Jennifer laughed. “I’m not saying we can’t be affectionate. We’ve
always been pretty physical. I think it’d be more suspicious if we were to
stop all of the sudden. We just need to keep the PDA within reason.”

I nodded in agreement. “You’re right,” I said. “In the end, it doesn’t
matter what people think. It matters what they can prove. So as long as
this doesn’t end up on the web, I think we’re good. Speaking of which, you
did turn off the webcam, right?”

Jennifer stiffened. “Webcam? What webcam?” she squealed, scanning the
room frantically.

I tried my best to keep a neutral expression, but even my best poker
face was no match for my sister’s scrutiny. “Fuck you,” she smirked,
hitting me over the head with a pillow.
“Love you too.”