Two Halves of a Whole: Part 1C

Latest incest story: Two Halves of a Whole: Part 1C

by White Walls

“They would have sedated you, extracted your semen and cloned your DNA,” Ally said, not returning my smile, “and then put a bullet in your head so that another company couldn’t have you.”

“Do these companies know about me?” I asked, my smile fading.

“Not yet,” Ally frowned, “not that I know of, but we can’t be too careful. We’ll be meeting some other class threes tomorrow, and then we’ll get you even deeper underground.”

“Is this going to be my life now?” I asked, “Running from place to place, looking over my shoulder, picking up my tissues so that I don’t leave DNA evidence?”

“Yeah,” Ally said, giving me a sad look, “it’s only a matter of time before someone sniffs you out, Jake. They’ll hunt you forever, and we need to stay three steps ahead of them at all times.”

“You didn’t have to put yourself into this situation,” I said, “you could have just told me what was going on. I’d stop my meds, let Trish out of the box, and then use her cunning and my caution to stay off the trail of those that would hunt me.”

“Bullshit,” Ally laughed without humor, “Jake, I mean no offense, but your caution would never let you free Trish. You’re…kind of a pussy.”

“Hey!”

“It’s true!” Ally giggled, this time with humor in her voice, “I don’t mean it in a bad way, but ever since you locked up Trish, all of your daring and bravery disappeared. I still love you, Jake, but let’s be honest: you’re a pussy. I had to shoot you just to make you get in a car.”

I didn’t have a retort for that, and I knew Ally was right. Even if I had believed a word she said, I would have simply barricaded myself in my room, popped my pills, and hoped nothing bad would happen. At least, I knew that much about myself.

“You’re right,” I sighed, and sat down on the bed next to Ally, “I’m a pussy. That’s what happens when you let someone else take control of you when things get hairy. I let Trish take the wheel in every adverse moment of my life, and I never learned how to do anything myself.”

“Well, Jake,” Ally said, putting her arm around me, “you’re in the deep end now, and it’s either sink or swim. How long until your shock therapy and the pills wear off?”

“A few days at the most,” I said, “and then Trish will be back with a vengeance. I’m afraid she’ll try to take complete control.”

“We won’t let that happen,” Ally said, “you two can work out your differences. I’ll be the mediator for our little group therapy session, and you and Trish will find common ground.”

“She made you shoot me out of spite,” I grumbled, “I don’t think she’s looking for negotiation. I put her in the darkest corner of my mind, and let her fester for years. She’s not the same Trish we used to know.”

“Give her time,” Ally said, “let her detox from all the shit you shoved back there, and she’ll come around to her normal self.”

“Maybe.” I said, not believing for a second that Trish would be merciful on her return. And that night, I found out I was right.

CHAPTER THREE: OUT OF THE BOX

Hey reader, it’s Trish. Guess what I’m looking at right now? Ally Bronston, in her bra and panties, sleeping right next to me. Every dark fantasy Jake had about his sister is flying through my head right now, and it’s making me randy. This is what you came for, isn’t it? I mean, you’ve been reading this far, waiting for Jake to finally plow is hot, curvy, blonde, teen sister, haven’t you? Well, Jake is too much of a pussy to fuck his twin sister, even if he subconsciously wants to. He thinks it’s too depraved, too disgusting, too taboo, and it is. And all those reasons he won’t do it, are the exact reasons I’m going to.

Do I still identify as a woman? Yeah…mostly, I guess. I want tits that will give me back problems, I want an ass that causes distracted driving fatalities, I want lips that were made for sucking, eyes that only beckon, and cheeks flush with color and life, but I also very much like this cock. All those thoughts Jake had, all those dark, disgusting thoughts that have become a part of who I am, all revolve around his precious penis. And now it’s our precious penis. So yeah, I want to be a woman with a dong. I want a cock eight inches up my ass, while I’m balls deep in some pussy. And what do we have here? Some prime, virgin, incestual pussy.

I can feel myself gaining control of Jake’s sleeping body. The nerves are dull now, but every second they become more alert. His breathing becomes my breathing, his heartbeat becomes my heartbeat. I feel the muscles gaining strength between their tendons. I can feel blood rushing through me. Just a little bit more…there it is. Hello, world. Hello, Ally.

“Ally,” I whisper in her ear, “Ally…”

“What?” she groans back, her narrow shoulders shifting sleepily.

“It’s me, Ally; it’s Trish.”

Ally’s body jerks in surprise. Her shoulders pinch together for a moment, and then she whirls around in flurry of blonde hair. She faces me, her face smiling excitedly, her eyes gleaming.

“Holy shit, Trish!” she squeals.

“I’m back.” I smile, but not Jake’s awkward, nervous smile. No, my smile is warm and confident, and full of the wickedness that soaks teenage panties.

“How do you feel?” Ally asks me.

“Honestly?” I chuckle, “Jake’s got morning wood right now, so I’m feeling a little frisky.”

“Oh, my god!” Ally laughs, not at all getting the implication, “Trish, promise me you won’t go to a gay bar. Jake would never forgive me!”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I smile, and shift myself closer to her, “c’mon, Ally; you know about all the thoughts Jake infected me with.”

Ally still holds her smile, but I can see the hint of fear behind her eyes. That’s what I was looking for. Reader, you can thank Jake for having rape fantasies; it’s not my fault this is what gets me off now, it’s his.

“Trish,” Ally whispers, “you need to just…bathe in Jake’s purer brain for a while. Let all those thoughts detoxify.”

“Ally,” I whisper back, “you’re still a virgin, and I’m still a virgin, and we’re not getting any younger.”

“Channing Tatum could’ve said that to me and it wouldn’t work,” Ally laughs, “Trish, this isn’t you; take some time to let yourself return to normal.”

“This is me,” I say with my smile still stretched across my cheeks, but my eyes leveling in a threatening stare, “this will be me forever, Ally. There’s no detoxing your soul; you are who you are, and you are the sum of your experiences. And for the past four years, all of my experiences have been the sickness of Jake’s mind. Ally, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Trish,” Ally smiles back, now her eyes full of threat, “you’ll have a hard time doing that as a quadriplegic.”

I see the telepathic connection between us. I see the line that draws her mind to my own. What’s this thought she’s having? This is interesting: ‘oh my god, please just take me.’ Well, if you insist.

I shoot up from beneath the covers, my body whipping in a feat of athleticism Jake could never have mustered. My cock protrudes from the cloth of Jake’s boxers, staring rigidly into Ally’s widening eyes. I see the gears in her mind start up, the incantation she’s concocting to send a concussion blasting through my skull. Sorry, honey; too slow. I send a mental wrench into the mechanizations of her arcane mind. I see the expression of pain strewn across her face. She’s dazed for a moment, and I seize the opportunity. My hands clench around her wrists, the knuckles whitening as I push my weight forward. Ally’s face twists in a mixture of fear and defiance, but there’s something else: arousal.

“You know,” I pant as I wrestle with her, blocking her testicle-kick with my right thigh, “I can see part of you wants this. You thought Jake was fucked up, Ally, but when I told you of his little rape fantasy, I saw you perk up just a bit.”

“Get the fuck off me, Trish, or I’ll finally perform that surgery you so desperately wanted.” Ally growls as she twists beneath me.

“Ally, you want to fuck your brother, you little slut.” I sneer at her as I pivoted my knees together between her legs.

“Just a passing thought,” she grunts as she breaks her wrist free and plants a punch into my groin, “a little ‘what-if’ fantasy; nothing more.”

I reel back from the pain in my testicles, but manage to stay in control, and grasp the flailing fist that was looking for pay dirt. Ally twists beneath me, but I keep her hands sealed in my fists, allowing her to rotate freely onto her belly in her attempt to wriggle free. Her hands crisscross behind her, her wrists locking together in the cuffs of my straining fingers. Her shoulder blades protrude in protests, her glutes flex about my cock in defiance. I got her, and I can tell part of her hoped I would.

“Ally,” I whisper in her ear, “did you just get on your belly for me?”

“Fuck you, Trish!” Ally screams. There are tears in her eyes. I can hear the panting nature of her breathing. I can see the flush of her cheeks and the mess of her blonde hair in the moonlight. Her skinny arms flex against my fixing grasp. I manage to secure both her wrists in one palm, and then briskly rope them together with Jake’s leather belt. She protests, her arms straining to free themselves, but to no avail.

The strap of her bra is tight around the soft flesh of her back. I relieve her of it. Ally whimpers beneath me, realizing what’s about to happen, knowing Jake was right about me the whole time. Despite the domineering nature of our foreplay, I want Ally to enjoy this as much as I will. Jake’s incestual rape fantasies always ended with Ally begging for it, her mind corrupted with lust, her body bending to his prowess. Fortunately for Jake, I am a woman, and I know exactly how to please one.

“Don’t worry, babe,” I whisper to my restrained twin sister, “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“I’ll kill you, Trish,” Ally whispers hoarsely through her tears, “I’ll kill you slow.”

“Such threats, such rage,” I taunt gently as my fingers caress the line of her spine, “but I believe you, Ally. I can see the thoughts burning in your mind. But what’s this thought right here, hmmm? ‘Eat my pussy?’ Ally, is that a request?”