Love Doesn't Choose Pt. 03

Hello, dear readers.

This is the last part of Tom and Maggie’s love.

As the category title suggests -this is an incest story and it’s a story about siblings who come from a religious family.

The two main characters in this story have already been featured in my other story, Twins’ Special Bond, so if you have read that story, you’ll know who this story is about.

Warning:

English is not my native language, so please excuse any errors in the text.

I would like to warn you that this part of the story is dramatic and sad, but I promise you that there will be a happy ending.

I wish you a pleasant reading and I would be glad if you leave me a comment how you liked the story.

All characters are over 18 years old.

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SMACK!

The moment I heard this sound, I felt as if my life had stopped. I broke out in a cold sweat of fear. I was kneeling on the floor next to my bed, holding the blanket tightly to my chest, and watched in horror as my brother let out a pained scream, took his face in his hands and fell to the floor.

Drops of his blood fell onto my floor, where they formed a small red pool…

***

A month and a half ago.

After that prom incident, our lives were still normal. When our parents came home late at night, Tommy and I explained everything to them right away. My parents weren’t very happy about Tom fighting, but they were happy that he protected me, even if it cost him his monocle the next morning.

The days continued to pass… until finally the day came for our high school graduation, which Tom and I passed excellently, and we both received successful acceptances to the local college.

We couldn’t wait to be in college together, make love and be alone every day.

Of course, we also showed our love for each other at home, even when our parents were home. I used to wait until my parents went to sleep, and then quietly sneak into my brother’s bed, and we would both silently express our love to each other. And early in the morning… before my parents woke up, I went back to my room and continued to sleep, even though I slept much worse than when I was lying comfortably with my head on Tom’s chest and we snuggled together.

We were very happy together… and still secretive. We were both very careful not to get caught by our parents. That would probably mean the end of us. And so it went on, until one night, a week after we graduated, and I started to have a strange feeling.

***

I was lying in his bed with Tommy. We were snuggled together and my face was resting on his big chest. I had no idea why, but I woke up out of nowhere… and couldn’t go back to sleep.

So, I thought about the two of us and our future and imagined the two of us living together in the family home… we had two children and all four of us were content and happy. At that moment we didn’t miss anything…

Damn…

I broke out in a cold sweat and started feeling sick. I felt like something wanted to come out of my stomach.

I held my palm in front of my mouth so something wouldn’t accidentally come out. I quickly broke out of Tom’s embrace, who of course woke up from my quick movement. I quickly got up from the bed and ran to his bathroom.

As soon as I opened Tom’s bathroom door, I ran to the toilet bowl, knelt down in front of it, and immediately began to vomit. I had no idea why I felt sick out of the blue. I probably had to eat something bad last night.

“Maggie? Are you okay?” Tom asked, a little concerned, as he came into the bathroom and squatted down next to me.

I threw up again. “I don’t know…” I breathed out. “I must have eaten something bad,” I added, throwing up again and starting to feel a little better.

Tommy gently stroked my back and held my long golden hair so it wouldn’t get dirty, and after a while I was really feeling better, and just leaned against the toilet bowl, breathing loudly.

“Wait a minute… I’ll clean you,” Tom said, reaching for a towel with which he gently wiped my mouth.

Then he helped me stand up, I felt kind of weak, and he led me to the sink where I rinsed my mouth thoroughly to get rid of the horrible taste of gastric juice.

After rinsing my mouth and brushing my teeth, I looked at my brother in the mirror standing behind me. He came closer to me, took me in his arms, put his hands around my stomach and kissed my shoulder.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked, also looking at me in the mirror.

I nodded and smiled a little.

“You pretty much scared me, you know,” he said softly, turning me to face him, “I was afraid something had happened to you, little sister.” He hugged me closer to him.

I wrapped my arms around his back and rested my head on his big chest, letting out a soft sigh as I relaxed in his safe embrace. “I know,” I whispered. “I must have eaten something really bad…”

Tommy nodded a little and kissed the top of my head to make me feel better. I knew my brother would always be there for me… no matter what.

After a while, we slowly walked back to his room and laid back on the warm bed and snuggled together. This time I managed to fall asleep because I was already feeling good.

***

Early in the morning, I returned to my room as usual and slept in my bed for a while longer. When I woke up, I went to my bathroom to take a shower.

In my mind, I couldn’t get the night vomiting out of my head. It was possible that I had gotten it from the food… but it was strange for me that it came out of nowhere.

After showering I dried myself off and dried my hair too, then I fixed my hair so it looked nice. I dressed in a comfortable white tank top with soft straps and short jean shorts and went downstairs to the kitchen where I could smell the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs.

When I came into the kitchen, Dad and Tommy were already sitting at the table eating breakfast, and Mom was standing at the stove preparing breakfast for me.

“Good morning…” I said as I entered the room and sat down at the table as well.

“Good morning, honey. I’m making you bacon, eggs and toast, your favorite,” Mom replied with a smile as she looked at me.

I couldn’t wait to bite into the food, but out of the blue, as if my brain had been reset, I got an appetite for something else. “Thanks, Mom… but…”

“But?” Mom looked at me, confused.

“I’d rather have a lemon,” I announced, as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, everyone looked at me in wonder. “A lemon for breakfast?” dad asked as he looked up from his newspaper.

“Yes. What’s so strange about that?” I slowly scanned their gazes and ended up at my mom, who was still looking at me in confusion. “I’m in the mood for something sour…”

“Okay…” Mom stammered, as if she was shocked by my choice. “The lemon is in the fridge.”

“Great…” I cheered happily, getting up from my chair and walking to the fridge. I opened it and took out my lemon, which I then cut into two halves and happily sat back down at the table.

Tommy stared at me blankly as I licked the sour juice of the lemon and bit into the inside, and I noticed that his expression became a little disgusted.

“How can you eat it like that?” Tom shook his head and averted his eyes from me.

“Well…” I shrugged. “It’s yummy,” I answered him with a smile.

“No wonder you throw up at night…” Tommy mumbled… but my parents and I could hear him well.

There was silence. My parents were very concerned about mine and Tom’s health, and when they heard what my brother said, my mother came over and sat in the chair next to me, facing me.

“Did you throw up?” my mother asked me anxiously, putting her hand on my knee.

I nodded slowly, and my mother’s gaze rested on the lemon I was holding, then she looked at my face again.

“I must have eaten something bad yesterday…” I said, averting my eyes from my mother.

Mother swallowed loudly and slowly rose from her chair. “Probably,” she replied, but I could hear the sarcasm in her tone.

I looked at my father, who was still looking at me over the top of the newspaper he was reading, gazing at me with the same expression as my mother. He was thoughtful and his expression changed to one of fear after a while, and when I looked at my brother next to me… he was looking at me the same way.

What’s going on here? It went through my mind.

***

The rest of breakfast passed in complete silence. I had a feeling that everyone was hiding something from me or suspecting something that I didn’t know. I had no idea how to feel about it, so after breakfast I took my things and went out to do my work.

The weather was pretty bad today and a few small drops of rain fell here and there, so I took my black hoodie with me just in case.

In the stables everything was as usual. I led the horses out of their stalls one by one and cleaned their stalls as I always did… except then something strange happened… when I was cleaning Sugar’s stall.

After I swept his stall, I went to get a bucket and filled it with water. Then I went back while he waited patiently in front of his stall, and I poured water from the bucket into his trough. I did it like this about five times as I did with the other horses, and when I poured the sixth bucket into his trough… Sugar followed me into the stall.

He gently nudged me from behind with his nose until it tickled me. I giggled a little and put the bucket on the floor. I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his big neck.

Sometimes he liked to tease me that way… but this time I hugged him… and he broke away from my embrace as if he didn’t want it. So I put my hands along my body and looked at him in confusion. He had never rejected my hug before.

Sugar took a small step towards me, looking at me strangely, and when his head was close to mine, his nose sniffed my belly.

It was strange, but I let him do it… and then suddenly I felt something inside me.

I covered my stomach with one hand and my mouth with the other. I felt the need to throw up again. Panicking, I looked around for where I could throw it up, but the only place I could think of was the bucket I used to carry water in for horses. I bent to the bucket and began to vomit.