Grows Bigger with Love

The small family had lost almost everyone after the accident but now that the twins have grown older, their love for each other and their mother have made their family so much bigger.

Everyone on this story is 18+ as they start having sex.

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01.

Martin and Marie had just turned eighteen years old, but their mother could not stay for long as she needed to get back to work. This was nothing unusual as she often was at work to late morning every other week. But she enjoyed her job working at the great hospital as a nurse in the IR. So missing her was something that both my twin sister and I was used to. But to have her leave our birthday on the Thursday felt still a bit too much. We wanted to have her home as we did not have many friends. Those who we had had come and they were in our small home far from others.

Now we had the most perfect family one could hope for up until the most tragic accident known to man, or at least to our family. When my and my sister was eleven years old, our father had gone to pick up mothers brother for a longer stay with us and when they had started their road home, they had been hit by a much larger truck and they had died.

This had made our mother so destroyed that all she did was just cry in both my sisters lap and mine. She got plenty of hugs from her sisters, their husbands and our grandparents. As we were still too young to really understand anything about why our dad had gone away, we just cried slowly. But after a long time mom had told us why they had died and we started to cry more, but as we had done all the crying a pair of twins could, we only cried a little as mom had started to cry more silently as the years had gone by.

But she stopped when we had turned fifteen and we had our mom back. She started working more and working out far more then she had already done. When our dad was alive she worked out three days per week but now, she worked out every day. She had started to run before neither me or my sister had been born but now, she begun running every day, working out at the gym and just being a far more fit and, may I say, a much sexier mother.

But the worst part was that all of our mothers sisters had moved far away and had started to loose contact with her. So deep in this forest, a bit away from the nearest town and even further from the largest city, we stayed alone.

But I actually liked to stay far away from everyone, just as my sister said she liked and we knew that mom liked it as well as she was the one that had actually bought this house with dad a few years after we had come in to being.

The house was small. Just one room per child, one for mom (as dad was no longer with us), a guest room, a small office, a large room that had the TV in it and then our smallish kitchen. There was also a stairwell down to the boiler room and a small room that was cold and designed for keeping some food in. But beyond that, there was not much else except the large yard and the forest all around us.

We loved this place, but it was also a far walk to get to the bus so we could take the bus early to get to our school. This meant that we were always tired when we finally got home and we could not do much the rest of the day. But we studied on the bus together so we could have the time with ourselves once we had finally come home at almost half past seven in the evening.

Now that we had shifted our school, we were asked if we wanted to live at the schools dormitory but both me and Marie had said said no and that we were quite happy with traveling home every day.

This meant how ever that two days per week, we always came home an hour and a half later, one day at the same time as per usual and the last two days we came home much earlier then we were used to. These days were Mondays and Fridays. On Mondays we always started a little later and got home after only a few hours and on Fridays we started early and got home just after lunch.

Our mother, her name is Jacqueline and she comes from France, so her sisters were all in France, just like her brother was, loved that our independent schedule would make us come home and see her far more often then she had anticipated.

Our mothers nickname was Line and she had moved to Sweden when our father had meet her and as soon as she realized that she was pregnant at the very early age of sixteen. We came out from her when she had just turned seventeen which meant that she was now thirty five years old. But she did not care about that and neither did we to be truthful, she was just our mother after all, even though she looked so good, in at least my eyes, that she looked a lot like the famous actress Alexandra Daddario, her face, her body and even her breast size were almost spot on for the same actress and even Marie thought so when I had pointed it out to her.

Luckily I had gotten all the trait from our dad while Marie had gotten all of hers from mom which meant that she looked fantastic as well. But one thing that she had not done, was hook up with a boyfriend for a long time. She had gotten a boyfriend when she was on school, our old school that is, just like I had a girlfriend back then, but lately non of us had a significant other.

This was unusual as all we could really do, was hang out with each other. But I liked to hang out with her just as she liked to hang out with just me. But I had also made the terrible ‘choice’ of falling in love with Marie. Her twin brother could not be in love with his twin sister. But that is what I was. In love with my sister Marie and I had fallen in love with her when I was fifteen and now that I had turned eighteen with her, I had to tell her about this love.

The day after, when the last person had left their home and their mother had gone to work, he had worked up the courage to walk in to his sister to tell her about the love he had for her. He had saved enough money to move out from their home if needed and he even had an apartment almost ready for him as the school still had some places for their students. So if he would fail miserably he had at least that to lean on, which he was more then ready to do.

He opened the door to his sister without knocking, something he had always done, closed the door after and also lock the door before he turned to see his sister no longer sitting, looking at the book she was reading when he had opened the door. Instead she was sitting with the book in her lap, waiting for him to say something. She had not even asked why he had locked the door. It was not like she could not get out if she needed, just turn the key and open he door, but that would still take time, time enough for him to do something he knew he would never, ever do.

“Hey Marie.” He just said, stood by the chair by her desktop. He saw that the computer was open but not turned on. The load of makeup was all over the desktop with a large mirror that he could see nothing but her in every time he looked in it. He saw that bookcase standing by the foot of the bed and against his side of wall. She was always turned to lay with her feet near his head when they had gone to bed except that her bed was much larger then his was as he only had a single bed and she had a double bed.

He was a bit envious of the bed, but he never said anything as sister would always have the largest bed. Martin was happy with the bed he had, so why should he complain? Besides, if he were to complain he also knew that getting in between her legs now, would have stopped long before he even had the idea of coming to her now.

“Hey brother.” She said as he stood looking at the mirror. She had always just called him brother, never big brother or anything as none of them knew who had come out their mother first. Apparently mom had not wanted them to bicker about who was the oldest and just kept that information from them, something he was glad about. “Why did you lock the door? It’s not like there is anyone else in the house after all.”

“Yea I know, but umm, shit this was harder then I thought it was.”

“What is harder? Come on bro, just tell me. You aren’t in trouble I hope?” She said with a sad look in her eyes.

“No no, nothing like that.” His answer came out and she relaxed enough for her to move her book from her lap and sit up more straight and swing her feet over the edge of he bed and just sit there, waiting on him again.

“So come on brother.” She said in a seductive voice. At least that is what he heard but she could have just said it normally too, it was just that everything she had always said to him had come out with this seductive tone. “Talk to me. If your not in trouble that is good, so come on, tell me. Just tell me what it is that you want and I promise you, I will not be upset.”

“You say that now but this might just make you angry.”

“And if I get angry, you have my permission to slap me in the face.” She gave him a large smile. He knew that he could slap her if he needed as she always had said this to him, but he also knew that he could not slap her after telling her this.

“Okay, okay so here goes.” He said but still nothing came out from his throat. Not a single sound. He wanted to just tell her, but as he could not tell her anything he just stood there silent, looking at her. She changed from just sitting there to standing up, take the few steps needed to come up to him and just as she was near him his head bowed down. He could not even look at her.

“What ever it is, I promise you brother, I will accept it, I will keep loving you and I will never, ever leave you okay?”

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then opened his eyes again, seeing only Marie in this large room. Only her as if everything else had magically disappeared.

“I love you.” He whispered. “I have loved you for a long time sis and I can not stand being without you any longer. We have just turned eighteen and if needed, I will move out as fast as I can, but I love you and I really hope that you will love me just as I love you.” He hoped that she would say something, but nothing had come from her yet. She just looked at him with a curious look in her eyes. Why did she look at him with these lovely eyes, these sexy green eyes like their mother had. He wanted to grab her raven black hair, the same color that mother had and just force a kiss on her, but he could not. He wanted to, but he could not as he needed to hear the final answer from her.