Just then, the bedroom door opens and mom steps in. “How’s it coming?” She asks. She looks back and forth between Mike and I, suspiciously. She probably notices that I am flushed. I cannot meet her gaze.
Mike is nonplussed. “Just about to take these two boxes down and put them into your car.” He says, not looking up. I can feel his repulsion for mom as he hefts two boxes.
Mom smiles at him, “Thanks, honey. That is so sweet of you to help out like this.” She is trying to mend the rift, as best she can. It is awkward, and I feel sorry for her.
We get the remainder of my clothes and toiletries packed into boxes and put into the back seat of mom’s car. As I work at packing my things, I feel like I am walking on a cushion of air. I am still on a sexual high from Mike’s kiss on my neck and with the thought of all the things I want to do with him. I can feel my panties are wet, and have to excuse myself to the bathroom to wipe.
Mom left around noon for Greenville. Dad grills burgers on the charcoal grill in the backyard, while Mike and I make French fries in the air fryer. As we eat, waves of sadness come over me at the realization that this might be the last time I get to enjoy a meal in this way with Mike and my daddy. Tears track down my cheeks a couple of times and I sniff and wipe my eyes with a napkin. Dad and Mike notice and just stare at their plates. What could they possibly say to make this better?
That night I lay awake in bed, thinking about how life will change forever after tomorrow. As I thought about Mike, I began to get a tingling sensation between my legs, again. What does this mean? My thoughts went back to the kiss Mike planted on my neck while he helped me pack. I thought about how much I had wanted to return the kiss. I imagined kissing him deeply, passionately like lovers do in the movies. My bedroom is getting warm and sleep is nowhere to be found.
The more that I fantasize, the more that the pleasant tingling between my legs intensifies. I put my hands down there and began to rub, up and down my slit with my middle finger. I find that I am wet and slick. My finger moves past my outer lips, over my inner labia. My legs open of their own accord. I have touched myself down there before, but never has it felt like this. I lay my finger along my inner labia, extending just past my vaginal opening and apply pressure. My inner labia feels puffy and swollen. There is a spot, up towards the top of my slit, that feels especially delicious. Sliding my finger up, I find a firm little nubbin that I had not noticed before, that is especially sensitive. I cannot stand to rub it directly, but circle the spot with my fingertip. As I explore the sensations shooting through my whole body, I notice that my breasts seem especially heavy and tingly. With my idle hand, I reach up and knead first one breast, then the other. My nipples are hard like I have gone out into the cold, and I begin to tweak them.
My finger is racing up and down my slit, faster and faster. It makes a sloppy, wet squishy sound. I feel like a wild animal. Never have I felt like this before. In my head I am thinking about Mike. I am imagining that it is his dick that is swishing up and down my engorged pussy. I imagine my hands, tangled in his hair, kissing him on the mouth.
***
Mike:
I lay on my bed in the dark, thinking about mom with her boss, cheating on dad. I imagine them in a cheap motel somewhere in town, mom bent over a squeaky mattress, her pants down around her ankles, and her boss fucking her brains out. Sighing, I shake my head. I’ve decided that it could not have been like that.
My door opens, tentatively, and I see Makayla’s silhouette outlined in my doorway. “Makayla,” I call out. She moves past the doorway, pushes the door closed, and I hear a click which I know is the lock activating.
“Can I come in?” She asks softly, standing still in the dark.
“Of course you can. What’s wrong?” She has never asked if she could come in before, she always just comes in, she knows it is alright. She didn’t answer. Instead, I feel her move the covers back and slip in beside me, her hip against mine. We lay together, not speaking for several minutes. I think I can feel her body tremble, just a little.
Then she speaks with a timid voice, “Mike, something is bothering me.” She speaks so softly that I can barely hear her.
***
Makayla:
At school, girls would snicker about their experiences with boys. They talked about ‘going all the way’ with a special boyfriend. I know from many of their experiences that it hurt the first time, and that it might even bleed. That thought scared me a little. But all of the girls said that it was worth it. I get the impression that most of the girls in my class are not virgins anymore. I know a few girls that lost their virginity before their sixteenth birthday. I might be one of the few girls left. It seems like all the ones that remain as virgins are not very nice looking. They might not have even had a date with a boy.
I had made up my mind that I want to lose my virginity before I go away to college. The specifics of how or when that is to be done is not clear in my mind. I have not allowed myself to think that far. That is a year away. It is just something that I believe that I should get done. I am pretty sure that Mike is still a virgin, though I have never asked him directly about it. We talk about most everything, and I am sure Mike would tell me if he had gone all the way with a girl.
***
Mike:
“What’s bothering you, sis. Are you fretting about moving to Greenville, tomorrow? I know that has got to be upsetting. You haven’t even seen the house where you will be moving to, yet. I have been thinking that I want to go with you tomorrow and help you get settled in.”
Still timid, Makayla replies, “Thank’s, Mike. It’s not that. The move is so intimidating that I cannot even bear to think about it.”
“What is it? You know you can tell me anything. If I can help you in any way, you know that I will move heaven and earth to do it for you.” I say.
***
Makayla:
In the middle of my intense masterbatory session, an idea came to me, and my hand stopped moving. My chances for losing my virginity will be shrinking, when I move to Greenville with my mother. I will be attending a new school, full of strangers. It will take me quite a while to learn about all the new people and sort things out. I want to do it with someone special, my first time. I’ve heard horror stories from girls who hooked up with random boys who did not really care about them. Now I am so horny, and Mike is right down the hall. Without a doubt he cares about me. Would he do it? This might be the last opportunity I will have to hook up with him, since I will be moving to Greenville tomorrow.
Quietly I slip out of bed and make my way into the bathroom. I wash my hands and make a warm, wet washcloth, intending to clean my bottom. Then it occurred to me that the slick juices might be helpful for penetration. I only clean up the outside and my thighs, which have become messy. I wonder, briefly, how badly penetration might hurt? Right now I am so horny that I really don’t care. I am not at all sure if Mike will do this with me. What if he isn’t in the mood? He might be sound asleep. How will he feel about having sex with me, his sister?
Moving quietly down the hall towards Michael’s room, I am guided by the nightlight in the hall. I pause a moment outside his door with my hand on the knob, steeling my resolve. Quietly opening the door, I try to determine if he is awake. At first I think that he must be fast asleep but I go ahead and enter his room, pulling the door closed behind me. Then he calls my name and tells me to come to him. He doesn’t sound like he has been sleeping. I move quickly and slide under the sheets beside him, hoping that he doesn’t smell me.
Mike asks me if I am overwhelmed, moving to a new place alone with mom. He must have been laying awake, worrying about me. My heart melts as I think about him and his love for me. No one else in the world cares about me like Michael!
***
Mike:
Makayla does not reply to my question about what is bothering her. What has her so distraught? Finally she offers, “Mike, I am worried about moving away from you and I am still a virgin.”
I am stunned and don’t know what to say. Being so much alike, an idea comes into my mind, like a message from Makayla. But I don’t know. Maybe it is just a message from my dick. She can’t be saying what I think she said. I say carefully, “So, what does that mean to you?” I ask. I am not able to breathe as I wait for her to respond.
Makayla takes a deep breath, then she says confidently, “Michael. I want you to take my virginity. Tonight. Before I leave with mom for Greenville, tomorrow.”
I am again shocked into silence, and cannot speak. She wants me to have sex with her? Did I hear correctly? Right here and now? Is she really sure? While I am trying to untangle what this means, she says, “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to have sex with me?”
“No! I mean yes. It’s not that I don’t want to. I mean I do want to, I just want to be sure that is really what you want.” I am stammering, now.
She says, simply, “Good!
***
Makayla :
Mike senses my reluctance to spill my feelings, “What’s wrong? Are you freaking out about the move? I can’t blame you for that.” I don’t know what to say. How can I ask him for this? We just lay together, hip to hip while I consider how to ask my twin brother to make love to me. Maybe I should just go back to bed and try to forget the whole thing. This is ridiculous. What do I think I am trying to do?
I tell him, “It’s not that.” I take a deep breath, hesitate, then just spit it out, “I don’t want to move to Greenville as a virgin.” There, I said it. Then I add, “I want you to take my virginity tonight!”
As soon as I hear the words come out of my mouth, I regret it. This is a bad idea. Mike is probably not in the mood. Maybe he is repulsed at the idea of having sex with his sister. Maybe he wants his first time to be with someone special. He is just sitting there, saying nothing. We have always talked about everything, so I decide that the best course of action is to simply ask him, “Don’t you want to have sex with me?” I can hear the start of a sob in my voice. I am on the verge of crying. But even after all my doubts, I still want to do it, really bad.
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