“I’m sorry. I think I had better go shower then.”
I gathered my things and my thoughts.
We hopped in the car. It’s our car, care of our Granny who passed away. It’s a Corolla manufactured just before the hybrids took over. So reliable, efficient and only been driven to church on Sunday. Well close. It should last us a good while.
Alex breaks my silence again.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“That would be helpful.”
“Forever?”
“No, I don’t think so. Just so I can catchup and process. How much head start have you had?”
“Well, when we turned eighteen. I’ve sort of been fixating a bit since then. Like now that it’s legal.”
“Even if incest is never legal in this country?”
“I know and I get it. But then I’ve been debating that with myself for quite a while.”
“So I get six months?”
“Crap I hope not. I don’t think I can wait that long.”
“Well my penis just voted with you and my balls just whispered, ‘not if they can’t get the release they had last night.'”
“So technically it’s four to one.”
“How come? ”
“Big head vs little head, two nuts and this nut over here. It is ok by me if I have to lay off for two weeks. But I still want normal cuddles and kisses on cheeks. Also don’t be surprised if you get little presents from me every now and then. If I can’t I might just end up raping you.”
“I think I can manage that but if after two weeks I’ve decided that’s it then that’s it. But if I decide I am open for funny business, please don’t rape me. I want to thaw out carefully.
“I am in no way implying,” I continued, “I want to go to full on intercourse. That might take a whole lot longer to get to. Another thing, are you on birth control?”
“Wow, big brother is thinking and I like it. But no.”
“Crap,I hope you didn’t rub my swimmers into your pussy last night.”
“Don’t panic I didn’t. Just over the rest of me. I’m sure I was at my most fertile last night.”
“Good it means you should be on your periods in two weeks. Grumpy sSs might mean I get a bit more thinking time. Ow!”
Grumpy Sis just whacked my arm.
“Grumpy Sis said you might just pay for that comment for a whole two weeks.”
” I love Grumpy Sis” Grumpy Sis was whom we always referred to in the third person when periods were due.
“Grumpy Sis just decided to go see a doctor about birth control.”
We picked up a different copy of Twelfth Night from college to look at, the 1988 Kafno version. They are hard to get hold of so the students organised a rotation of viewing and we may even have a watch party sometime.
Our lecturer has a rare copy of the play which was taped for TV during the original Adelaide Arts Festival in the 70’s. It stared a very early Geoffrey Rush. We are going to watch that in class.
She asked us, “… to put in our preferences for roles by next week. Except of course for the twins.” Then she added. “You had better be good Alex, because it’s the lead female role. But then I have seen all your auditions and I have to say we have a talented lot so we will have fun.”
We finished the class with a social half hour. Yep there were plenty of questions for the twins. Someone suggested it was an easy way to get a lead. But I added in Alex’s defence, yes but the plumb role of Malvolio might never come my way. I would forever only get twin roles. Little did I know that I would be very happy to play twin roles as a career choice.
Well the next week was a blast. Getting into rehearsals and watching a variety of interpretations of Twelfth Night.
Yes we snuggled on the lounge, as normal. I know Alex was horny the whole time. But she was good and I had space. We were sitting there on the Friday when mum came home and plopped a parcel on my lap as well as a letter or two each.
Someone loves you she said. I didn’t think. I just ripped it open in front of Mum and Alex. Out of the post pack fell a pair of lacy panties. No note. Crap I dived to cover them up.
Mum is very prim and proper. She coughed. Maybe she spluttered before she recovered.
” I knew this drama course was a bad idea. Who sends underwear in the post to young men. What a hussy. Now you be careful Jacob.”
I quickly put them in my pocket before mum could snatch them. I was sure they would be encrusted so to speak.
Mum glared at me then stormed out. I payed Alex maximin points for the acting job she pulled next to me. Not a thing was said. I knew it was her. Although as I thought about it later it could have been Steff, who by now, must have known all about the other night.
That night I retired to my bedroom very keen to check out the panties. One sniff and I knew it was my Alex. My masturbation session that night was ball churning. But I resisted returning them. I regretted not having the last pair for more than one session. I wanted to preserve the panties with her smells. So I ejaculated into a little Tupperwear container and left it on Alex’s desk the next morning.
Chapter 3
Had I thought about my sister that week? Too right I had.
Did I think of her every time I jacked off? It’s all I could think about.
Did I notice my sister during the week in a different way? Crap that’s all I did.
She was in my heart, my mind, my balls, my brain. I wanted nothing more than to drill her into the couch every night. My dreams were suddenly so erotic. My hard-ons epic and my shower sessions climactic.
But this was serious stuff. We hadn’t even touched each other. I was not prepared to go full on. I needed time to test the boundaries in order to work out if I actually wanted to cross them.
Even though she was good, Alex was not helping. The second Panties continued the experience of that first night. It turned them into a playful erotic encounter. But I also felt a bit guilty, read Catholic guilt, so it was actually a crap load of big guilty. Guilty that I had given her some pure sperm. My mind played a game of imagine what she might have done with it.
Mum leaves for work early each morning. It’s the next Tuesday. So we have the house to ourselves. There is no traffic to really speak of in Adelaide but she is a store manager in our largest upmarket department store in town. She manages all things women. So she likes to be there well before opening and often way after closing. Adelaide is a bit of a ‘nothing happens place’ on the weekends. So weekends are a bit lighter for her but she works them most times.
She always goes to Friday night mass so she can work Sunday morning if needed. God help us if we eat anything but fish on Fridays. Thus Fridays we often slip out for takeaway. That way we can have steaks if we want to but not accidentally leave any evidence behind us.
If Mum sounds a bit up tight and a pain to live with you would be wrong. She is a nightmare to live with. Alexandrina and I live in our own world that our closeness and twin-ness create as a protection from the constant criticism and controlling.
We avoided boarding school because they really couldn’t afford to send us. I think Dad also put his foot down. We didn’t need a controlling school with a controlling mother. So we went to a middle range co-ed catholic day school. No way we were going to be allowed to get educated by the pagan State Schools.
This made being allowed to go to a Drama school surprising. But our speech teacher recommend this, as it was very formal in teaching. Not about method acting but real skills and it had a reputation for producing good Shakespearean actors. As mum was president of the Eisteddfod Society. Our going in a way added to her prestige. It saved her from the issues of us going away to University in another state.
Alex and I often dreamed together about escaping Mum’s tentacles. But we were happy while we had free lodgings and food to put it off a bit longer. It did make the panty package very risky. I dreaded to think what Mum would do if she found an unused condom in the house. Besides Catholics, or least Mum’s type, did not condone contraception. Masturbation was almost as bad. For that reason I never used tissues to clean up the sperm bursts. I used my old, just worn T-shirts. We did our own washing. So evidence was easy to hide.
But what did my Sister do with my sperm? I found out at breakfast. Alex came down the stairs with a big shit grin on her face. She was carrying the container. It still had some in it. She nuzzled my head so my nose was behind her ear as she kissed me. The safe kind.
“Smell!” A one word command. Then the other side. Of course I smelt. Then her wrists she waved under my nose. I could smell sperm.
“It’s better than the perfumes Mum hawks at the Department Store. They should just make this stuff.”
My dirty mind drifted off into a fantasy of me out the back providing samples for all the over dressed, over made up beauty sales persons in her store.
Meanwhile Alex had put on a crumpet. Then she sat down opposite me. Put the container in front of her and buttered the crumpet.
“By the way I love your goofy grin right now Jake. Thinking of something?”
Then she opened the container and poured the rest onto her crumpet. She spread it with her finger, which she wiped her finger clean on her neck. Then ate the crumpet. Accompanied but appropriate sounds, well more sex sounds.
report I couldn’t help myself “Waiter, I’ll have what she’s having.”
When she finished one of her hands slipped into her lap. She then took the container and slipped her tongue right to the bottom and licked the container clean. As she finished, her body spasmed and started shaking.
Crap was she actually having an orgasm? I have never seen a female orgasm that was not on a screen. Alex then stood and came around behind me and with her wet finger, I mean it was very wet, and wiped it on my face, down my cheek and over my lip. I opened my mouth and she pushed it in. I sucked it as she removed it and flounced back up the stairs.
“I think I’ve had enough breakfast. Don’t want to ruin the taste,” as she disappeared upstairs.
Now I had a choice. My body wanted to follow her and plunge into that wet cavern. But my sensible brain told me it was not two weeks. So I grabbed the empty container, dropped my strides and wanked myself until I filled it once again.
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