Siblings, lovers. Part 1

Kyle cried out as he began to empty his balls into his sister’s womb. Erin, who normally stands 5-foot-4 with dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes, was on her back, pulling her brother’s perfect nine-inch cock deeper into her pussy.

“Oh Kyle, that’s it, cum in my pussy,” she moaned. “I need your sperm deep in me.”

She could feel every pulse of his cock filling her already dripping wet pussy with the warm semen she craved.

Eventually Kyle’s supply of cum ran out, but Erin could still feel his cock pulsing with each heartbeat. He kissed her and pulled their hot, sweating bodies closer together. He felt her beautiful C cup breasts push against him as she wrapped her athletic legs around his waist. She ran her fingers through his short, brown hair as he gently pulled at her earlobe with his teeth.

Erin pulled Kyle’s head up, so she could look into the intoxicating blue eyes they shared. She didn’t need to say anything.

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At 17, neither one had experienced more than a few awkward kisses in a dark of the movie theater or back seat with anyone else. But they were deeply, uncontrollably in love, and they both felt it.

As twins, they had always been close, even when they were supposed to be fighting with each other, as siblings often do. They watched out for each other all the way up through school. On more than one occasion, they found themselves in the principal’s office together, usually after an unsuspecting bully picked on one or the other. There were a few times when Erin came to Kyle’s rescue. Somehow they managed to avoid anything more than a stern look and a “get back to class” though.

Erin went out on a few dates once they started high school, but she kept inadvertently comparing the boys to her brother. She always came home sooner than she’d planned, only to sit up half the night talking to Kyle.

Eventually, Erin realized she was falling in love with him. He was completely oblivious, and it didn’t matter. She gave up on dating, content to spend her free time with Kyle.

Kyle stood six feet tall with brown hair. He didn’t have the body of a Greek god, but he was a solid 160 lbs. In his life, he had a grand total of two dates to his credit. The first, with a brunette named Samantha, seemed to drag on for hours. He uttered about five words the entire night, which was fine with her. She was in love with the sound of her own voice.

On his second attempt, he asked a redhead named Rachel if she’d go to the Homecoming dance with him. The night ended with his first kiss. She never returned his phone calls, and barely acknowledged him in class.

So when Erin stopped going on dates, he hardly noticed. There was no need for her to explain why they were spending weekends together. It was simply a fact of life.

Their first kiss happened on the worst night of both their lives. They were 16.

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It had been raining on and off for three days, and neither one wanted to leave the comfort of the basement. Their parents had tickets for Stravinsky’s Firebird Suite, their mother’s favorite, and so their father dutifully accompanied her despite the deluge.

Erin and Kyle spent the evening in the basement, watching horrible science fiction movies, and keeping their own running commentary. Erin nodded off on Kyle’s chest just before midnight, and soon they were both mostly asleep. It was a kind of half-sleep, where they still heard the things going on around them, but their minds simply incorporated the sounds into their hazy dreams.

Neither one was consciously aware of the doorbell at first, but after the first two rings Kyle realized the DVD ran out a while ago. He laid Erin’s head down on the side of the couch and headed up to the front door.

By now, the ringing had turned to knocking. The rain was still pouring down, and Kyle was surprised to see a sheriff’s deputy when he turned on the porch light. He opened the door and invited the man in, still a little groggy. He checked the hall clock, which read 2 a.m., but wasn’t quite awake enough to be concerned.

The deputy asked Kyle who his parents were, and then gestured to the kitchen, suggesting they sit down. Kyle furrowed his brow and pulled two chairs from the kitchen table.

By this time, Erin awoke and realized Kyle was no longer with her. She heard heavy footsteps and voices upstairs, and joined her brother as he was sitting down.

She stopped cold when she saw the cop in their kitchen. She looked at the clock on the microwave, then to the stranger, then to her brother. She was beginning to panic.

Kyle realized what was happening when he saw the look on Erin’s face.

“Is this your girlfriend?” the deputy asked.

“No,” Kyle said, grabbing a chair for her. “This is my sister, Erin.”

“Oh,” the deputy said, looking as his boots, which still had small pieces of mud clinging to them. “I’m very sorry to tell you that your parents were both killed tonight. Their car was caught in a flash flood, swept off an overpass. We couldn’t get to them until the flooding slowed down.”

Kyle reached for Erin’s hand. Nobody spoke.

The deputy went on, something about paperwork and identifying the remains in the morning, but all the twins heard was the slow, deafening sound of their own hearts. Kyle closed the door after the deputy, and returned to his sister in the kitchen. He stood at the entrance to the kitchen, leaning on the wall for support, and stared blankly at Erin.