The ones closest to us by SeriousWriter

A literotic sexstories: The ones closest to us… by SeriousWriter ,
For most of their lives, the twins Cora and Nate are inseparable. But an unfortunate incident changes their relationship forever…
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The ones closest to us are the ones that hurt us the most.

My name is Cora. In every aspect, I’m your typical 19-year-old girl. I have waist-length sandy blonde hair, an average height, and an average body, along with below-average breasts and above-average brains. The one truly exceptional thing about me has a name.

His name is Nate, short for Nathan, and he’s my twin brother.

From the moment we were born, we were inseparable. We snuggled with each other from day one, slept together, woke up together, played together, and suckled on our mom’s breast together.

We were there for each other, through the highs and the lows, in good and in bad times.

One day, when we were seven, I sprained my ankle while playing outside, and Nathan carried me all the way home. It took many hours, as we had ventured far off the beaten path, but we arrived home safely. From that moment on, he became my hero, always protecting me. No bully at school ever dared to lay a hand on me because they knew my twin brother was never far from me.

I, on the other hand, helped him with his studies and was the one he could always talk to, the one who always supported him, no matter what. When the world didn’t make sense to Nate, when everything seemed against him, he could always count on me to have his back.

When his heart was broken by a girl for the first time, I was the one comforting him.

When a guy in my class threatened me, he was the one confronting him, and he wore the bruises with pride.

Until the…incident.

I came home early from school because the last lesson had been canceled. Twelfth grade had been kicking my butt immensely, so I was thrilled to have a chilled and relaxed afternoon with Nate. For a while now, he had been arriving home earlier than me due to us having picked different classes. This difference of a full two hours in our collective time greatly impacted our daily routines. We hadn’t played nearly enough Games recently, for my taste.

So I opened the front door, slipped inside and went into our living room.

What I saw, should change mine and Nate’s relationship forever.

Nate was lying on our couch. In his hand he held one of my thongs, massaging his cock. I stood like frozen the doorway, couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Didn’t want to believe it. Involuntarily I looked at his quite large cock, partially covered by his hand and the pink thong I had worn yesterday. Just as I was about to say something, he moaned loudly, moaned my name, and I saw his white sperm shooting out of it, landing on the thong in his hand.

That couldn’t be.

As the last drops were oozing from his cock, he spotted me. Nate’s eyes widened in shock and fear, his face turned ash white. He jumped up, running to his room, locking his door behind him, leaving nothing but my now wet thong behind.

That night, there were no games, no laughter, no joy.

There were only tears and regret.

Several weeks passed, in which we barely talked to each other.

I didn’t tell our parents. I didn’t want to get Nate into trouble, no matter how sad and hurt I was. But we rarely talked to each other anymore. They asked us what had happened, but none of us said anything.

I think they must have come to the wrong conclusion, because not long after this they announced to us that, in the next school holidays, we would go to a hotel at the beach together. All of us.

And me and Nate would get our own room, just for the two of us.

A prospect that once would have delighted me now filled me with dread and fear.

I didn’t want to show it. I would handle this, I told myself.

How wrong I was…

When we arrived at the hotel several weeks later, it was already quite late in the evening. We had been in traffic jam for several hours, and so, after we got our keys, everyone went straight to their rooms. Our parents were staying a floor below us. I unlocked the door, turned on the light and immediately put my heavy travel bag on the big bed. I had to bend down low, but I didn’t realize that doing so caused my short blue summer dress to slide up, exposing my butt in sheer black nylon pantyhose and sky blue thong.

Nate, standing behind me, was of course noticing this. He just stood there for a moment. Stood and watched, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Like he was struggling with himself.

The he slid his bag to the floor, swift and quietly.

He sneaked closer, and looked at my butt, just from behind me. Unsuspectingly, I opened my bag, spreading out all my underwear on the bed in front of me, in order to sort them into the closet in an orderly manner.

I didn’t even notice Nate coming closer, unwrapping his already rock hard cock and massaging it just a few inches from my pantyhose butt.

Then he suddenly grabbed my hips.

Startled, I let out a surprised sound, as I felt how something thick and hard pushing between my buttocks, together with my pantyhose. I wanted to turn around, but Nate held me tight and moaned immediately as he pushed his hips back and forth, moving his cock between the cheeks of my small, cute butt.

“Nate, what are you doing?!”, I exclaimed, still trying to turn around. It had no use; my twin brother was way stronger than I am.

He gave me a strong push against my back, still holding my hips with one arm. With a surprised squeak, I fell forward. I was able to catch myself with my arms on the bed, now leaning in the mountain of my underwear. And so I was unable to prevent my twin brother from pulling down my tights.

I yelled at him. I begged him to stop, desperately. I attempted to break free from his grasp, to no avail. He was too strong.

And a moment later, I felt Nate pushing his thick, hard cock between my tightened thighs, pushing it deeper and deeper between them with rhythmic movements, pressing harder and harder through my sky blue thong against my little virgin pussy.

And for the first time in my life, I felt a penis against my inexperienced vagina.

And despite it being my own twin brothers penis against my vagina, I couldn’t help it.

I started to get wet.

Despite all of it, despite of all the disgust and fear filling my heart, I was getting wet and wetter, as he pushed again and again through my thong against me.

A moment later, I could feel how Nate was pulling the now wet thong aside. “Stop, Stop! Please, Nate, stop!”, I screamed. But Nate took his stiff cock in one hand, split my wet pussy lips with its thick head and rubbed it directly over my unused, unprotected opening.

“Oh please don’t! I’m your own sister and I don’t even use birth control!” I moaned loudly in fear, hoping to be able to change his mind at the last second. Nate froze for a second. For a moment, I thought I was finally getting through to him. That he would be realizing what he was about to do. That he would stop and would become the loving brother again, the Nate I have been knowing for all my life.

But then Nate pushed his hips slightly forward and I felt the tip of his cock pressing harder and harder against my pussy opening, until finally my pussy lips closed around his cock.

He had penetrated me.

Nate.

My own twin brother.

It hurt. It hurt so much, in both body and soul.

But damn, my pussy immediately got wetter.

“For Gods sake, Nate! At least take a condom!”, I moaned desperately. But Nate pushed his cock slowly but steady deeper and deeper into my tight little slit. I felt a sharp pain deep within me, and on an instinctual level I just knew that Nate just had pierced my hymen.

Now he was penetrating even deeper into me. I could feel him pushing deeper and deeper, and when his tip hit my cervix deep inside me, he moaned loudly: “Oh yes, that’s how I always wanted to feel you, Cora!”. He slowly pulled back, only to push fast, hard and deep again into my little hole. “I always wanted to feel my sisters pussy like this!”, he shouted. I was still supporting myself in my underwear on the bed, trying desperately to get up and away from him, but to now use; Nate held me in an iron grip, steadily pushing his cock out and into my tight pussy again and again. “Now there’s nothing in between us”, he grunted, “as it should be!”. I moaned louder with every push, despite of the pain, despite of my fear and disgust, despite him being my twin brother, despite him being my beloved Nate, or maybe because of it.

My pussy was already pushing my juice past his cock out of my body. Nate’s hands where sliding up my waist, kneading my small, nicely shaped breasts through my dress and my bra, driving his cock into his twin sister faster and faster.

And deep inside me I could feel the tip of his cock deep hitting against my cervix, the opening to my womb. An opening that was slightly ajar, thanks to my fertile days.

My pussy tingled more and more; I realized that there was nothing I could do. Not against Nate, not against my rising orgasm.

But I also felt something else.

Nate’s thrusts were becoming increasingly erratic and harder.

He was moaning louder and louder, moaning my name in an endless cacophony.

And all of a sudden, I realized what Nate was about to do.

“Oh please don’t do that! Pull it out!” I begged with a heavy moan.

His response consisted of grabbing me even harder.

He was pressing himself firmly against my pelvis, pushing himself painfully against my cervix. “Don’t do that! Please, Nate, please!”, I yelled again.

But my twin brothers cock twitched harder and harder inside me. Desperately, I tried to withdraw my pelvis from him, but he held me tight. Painfully tight.

He screamed my name.

“Cora, Cora, CORA!”

And then I felt it.

An extremely hard and hot jet of cum shooting out of Nate’s cock, as if it had been propelled years and years of repressed feeling.

Shot through my cervix into my unprotected, fertile womb.

Flooding my deepest innards.

Million upon million of incestuous sperm cells, searching and finding a single, ripe egg cell.

And a single sperm, penetrating its walls.

And I came.

My twitching pussy was tightening around Nate’s squirting cock, still shootinf spurt after spurt of his cum deep inside me.

It didn’t stop.

Maybe it couldn’t stop.

We both screamed out our orgasm, as a united being, in a united voice.

This is what we were.

This it what we should be.

As our orgasms subsided, Nate still was pressing himself into me, pumping his potent incestuous seed into my deepest insides…

Seven weeks later I was at the gynecologist.

She examined my uterus with an ultrasound machine.

On the screen, her, me, and Nate could clearly see something on the screen.

A small body.

No, two.

Twins.