“Thank you.” She lifted her shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. He stared for a few
seconds before taking each pink swell between his fingers and thumbs. His sister shoved his
shorts past his hips, then used her feet to push them to his knees. He shook his legs and
stepped out of them. Deana wrapped both hands around his cock and looked up at him.
“There isn’t any way it couldn’t have come to this.”
Evan didn’t know if she was asking a question or telling him a fact, so he didn’t respond. He
worked his finger under her ass and pulled his sister forward until her pussy hung over the
edge of the counter. The soft touch of Deana’s palms cupping his balls made him groan. They
rolled in her grasp. “Oh, Dee.” He needed her.
Deana’s fingertips traced the rim of his bulbous knob, teased the moist slit and followed a
thick vein down to the base. “It’s a little scary,” she said and pointed his dick at her crotch.
“This isn’t the way you wanted it to be.” He dipped down.
Deana touched his cock head to her pussy lips. “It’s close enough,” she said. “You’ll be
between my legs looking into my eyes, that’s close enough.”
“Ahh.” The wet heat of her inner folds kissed his throbbing knob. She moved it up and
down, coating it with her readiness. He whispered, “We’ll never be able to not have done this.”
“I know,” she said. “Make love to me…please, do it now.”
Deana leaned back and grabbed his hips with the arches of her feet. He eased forward. The
tip of his dick was centered, probing her opening. “You ready?”
“Yes, take me, Evan, put it in me. I have to feel you inside me.”
He looked into her eyes and pushed. His sister grimaced and his guts twisted. “Don’t look
away,” she said. “I wanna look into your eyes.”
Evan didn’t want to see the pain he was causing, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of his
sister’s. Thousands of times he’d stared into those black orbs and felt her heart, but this would
be a once in a lifetime event. It was going to change them, alter their relationship, but he had
no idea what it would be like after he made love to his twin.
Evan said, “I’m sorry,” and pushed. Deana dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, pulling it
into her mouth. He thrust forward and plunged into his sister, cutting through her flesh.
Deana’s eyes opened wide. Her trembling lips formed a crooked smile. He felt the hot
slipperiness coating his dick.
They were one, complete, sharing a lifetime of love and pain. His heart broke and flooded
with love and joy, simultaneously. There was nothing in Evan’s world to compare that moment
with. He had just taken his sister’s virginity. No, Deana had given it to him, given him the most
valuable thing she had to offer. “I love you.”
Deana squeezed his neck. “Thank you. I’m not a virgin anymore.” She used her legs to pull
him into her, further impaling herself. “This is crazy. I don’t understand. It hurts, and I want you
to make it hurt more. I want to feel more of whatever this is I’m feeling. I’ve never felt like this.
I love you, I fucking love you.”
He hunched, driving his cock at a slow, steady pace. Deana’s ankles locked behind his back
and her thighs crushed his sides. He kissed her and pumped. Neither of them ever closed their
eyes. His whole body and soul was involved. Evan now knew the difference between sex and
making love.
“Oh, yes, I want it…want all of you inside me. Fill me…fill me up with all of your love.”
Evan leaned into Deana and drove his cock as far as it would go. She bit into his shoulder,
but he hardly noticed the pain. Her pussy tube squeezed tight on his dick. It was heaven, but
his balls tingled and tightened, warning him. He didn’t stop. He never wanted to stop feeling
his sister so completely.
The glow of Deana’s face turned crimson. “Oh, you fuck, you fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her legs
tightened, and her crotch slammed into his groin. She clung to his neck with her arms and dug
her chin into his shoulder.
“Dee!” He backed up, but his sister came with him. “I’m cumming!”
“I know,” she said. “Mmm, I feel it squirting inside me. Oh, I feel it…I feel it.”
He was dazed, carrying her, turning in a circle while his bloated cock spilled the contents of
his balls into his sister’s baby compartment. “Shit, Dee, what—Oh, jeez. What were you
thinking?”
“I can’t think,” she giggled, “you fucked me stupid. Oh, my God, Evan, ah, fuck, I don’t know.”
He smiled despite the horrifying reality of shooting a load of sperm inside his sister. “Does
that mean you’re not a lesbian?”
“No, I don’t think I could ever feel this way with any guy except you.” She kissed his neck
and whispered in his ear, “It’ll be hard to ever say no to you.”
He placed her ass back on the counter and slid out of her. His cock was coated with a slimy
mix of their cum, and Deana’s blood. “Did I break it?”
“No, jerk,” she slapped his arm, “you popped my cherry.”
“I’m not stupid,” he said even though he knew he was. “Did it hurt? I mean too much?”
“Like hell, but only for a minute, then it was bliss. I felt things I can’t explain, like an out of
body experience. You know?”
“I know, believe me, I know.” He held her hands. “Aren’t you worried?”
“Relax, brother, I have Plan B. We don’t have to worry.”
“Okay.” He agreed because he had complete confidence in his sister, not because he knew
what she was talking about. “What the hell are we going to do now?”
Deana shook her head. “Long-term, I don’t know, but now, I think we should take a shower.”
“Ah, Mom’s home and it would be insane for us to be showering together, so okay, why not.
If she’s looking for me, you hide in the tub and I’ll go out. If she’s calling you, I’ll hide.”
“Finally, I’m rubbing off on you.” She hugged him and shivered. “Promise me we’ll be alright,
no matter what. No getting jealous or acting crazy. Don’t let me act like a jealous girlfriend,
even if—“
“Deal,” Evan said. “And Dee, Mom can’t find out…or Gloria. We have got to keep this a
secret. Let’s be smart. Right?”
“Right, we will, we will.” Deana turned on the water. “About Mom, whatever is going on
with her is working. I’ve never seen her looking this happy. She’s a new woman. More like a
young girl, really, so if you had anything to do with it, keep it up. She deserves to be happy,
feel good and enjoy herself.”
Evan put his hands around Deana’s waist. Her pink nipples swelled, and goose bumps
sprang up on her arms. Her emotions flowed into him and warmed his insides. For the first
time in years, the connection worked in both directions. Deana wanted him to make love to
Candy, but he wasn’t sure if she knew he already had.
Happiness and joy made him want to burst into laughter. He hugged her and air rushed out
of Deana as a groan. Anger and fear burned Evan’s guts, constricting his chest. He pressed
Deana’s face into the crook of his neck. Her tears dripped onto his shoulder and ran down his
back. A dark pain turned his anger to rage and kept him from crying with her. He couldn’t see
what she needed, but she wanted him to be strong and help her through something the way
he had when their mother died. Was his sister hiding it from him or was he blind to it?
“Dee, what is it? What’s wrong? Tell me, I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you. I love
you more than anything.”
“I know, Evan, and I love you. I love the fuck outta you.” Deana sniffed. “I’m fine, I’m fine,
it’s just girl stuff and girlfriend stuff. I’m in love with a girl, and it’s scary, but it isn’t anything you
can help with, not now.”
Evan didn’t believe Deana, but he knew his sister well enough to know it wasn’t the right
time. His sister had shut down the communication path. She didn’t want him to see into that
dark place. “Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I’m here for you. I’m never going to
stop loving you more than anyone else.”
“Me too,” she said. “Come on.” She got in the shower, and he followed.
After the shower, Deana returned to her room alone. She unwrapped her body and threw
the towel. The air was crisp on her warm, rosy skin. Her heart thumped in her chest. That
morning she had come to a firm decision which she was proud of. It was the smart thing to do,
the best choice, the right way to act. That was what Deana did; it was her M.O., do the right
thing. She was strong and smart and in control. What happened?
Deana could have yelled, I hate you, just as easily as, I love you. She hated Evan for making
her lose control. Her brother had broken her will with a massage, and with a kiss, he took all of
her power. No, she had surrendered it. She’d given herself over to him. It was a miracle that
she hadn’t let him do her right there on the bed, chancing getting caught by Gloria or Candy,
and ruining her bedspread with blood.
It’s nobody’s fault but yours, Deana thought. You asked for the massage, knowing how it
would make you feel. Although, the massage wasn’t one of Evan’s best. He had been
distracted, and his distraction had been her downfall. Her brother’s bruised eye and his words
had created an image in Deana’s mind. She saw him crashing through their parent’s bedroom
door to save Candy from that bastard. She had never been more proud of her brother. He had
finally taken a stand, picked a side and stood up to their father. Candy must have felt loved and
cared for like never before. Deana wanted that.
What Deana had gotten from Evan was going to be hard to describe when she had to tell
Rebecca. When her brother cut into her, popped her cherry, there was an explosion of
emotions. It was so powerful that pain became happiness and she wept tears of joy. Her
brother’s love poured into her and overflowed. It was like when they clung to each other,
crying, after their mother died, except it wasn’t sad. It was cosmic or spiritual, and it would be
easy to get addicted to it.
When they went into the shower, Evan had washed every inch of her body with his
powerful, yet gentle, loving hands. He made her feel like a goddess, but she submitted to him.
He picked her up like she weighed twenty pounds, and she wrapped her arms and legs around
him. Of course, she had no intention of letting him put that giant prick back inside her sore
pussy.
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