This is my first venture into the taboo world of incest. Please rate it and make comments as you wish. I hope you enjoy it. This is a work of fiction from my twisted brain. And, of course, all characters portrayed are 18 or older.
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**** BRIAN ****
I slipped the card into the door lock reader and waited for the green light. When it appeared, I opened the door and stepped through, pulling my suitcase behind me. I held the door for Barbara as she entered behind me.
"Mom and dad overbooked us," I said, looking at the huge room stretching out before us.
"It's nice though," Barbara mused.
"Well, it's a suite," I stated. "Long day. You wanna shower first?" I asked, being the gentleman.
"No, you go ahead. I'll wait."
It had been a long drive. We were halfway home. In our second year at University in Seattle, we were driving home for our first visit since leaving mid-summer to move our things to get settled before classes began. We were out for Christmas break.
I was looking forward to three weeks of warmth and dry. If we didn't often, we'd drive 10-12 hours each day to get home to Phoenix. Halfway between is a small town in northern Nevada called Wells. Sneeze and you'll miss it. It seems to be a tourist town with more gas stations, casinos, and hotels than residents.
Barb and I are twins. I'm the big brother. Yeah, seven minutes separate us, but that never stops me from lording my advanced maturity over her. We both received the best mom and dad had to offer. Dad is 6'3" and very athletic. Mom is 5'11" and enjoys a very athletic body. I received dad's rugged looks and height as I stand at 6'4" while Barbara got mom's youthful looks, well-proportioned body, and good height as well. She stands at 5'10". We'd both won athletic scholarships from the University of Washington, hers for volleyball, and mine for baseball.
Barb and I have always been competitive. I was always bigger and stronger until we started puberty. As girls normally do, she started the maturation process about a year before me. She grew three to four inches taller than me and became stronger. She loved that year of being taller and even stronger. She was proud of the many times she wrestled me to the floor and pinned me down, making me cry "UNCLE" to my shame.
A year later, I started my growth spurt and her fun was soon over. It seemed we usually had our tussles in the evening. We were both fairly lax in how we dressed around each other. Up until a few years before, we had seen each other semi-naked quite often as we shared a bathroom. I had seen her prepubescent breasts many times, but we never actually saw each other's private parts. She always had panties, and I had my boxers on.
When I hit my growth spurt, I realized I had regained my upper hand but purposely let her pin me down several times. I quickly learned that being pinned down wasn't such a bad thing. With the growth spurt came my male sex drive. Now at age 20, I have the hots for my sister. Not in an "I want to fuck my sister" way. It's fun when she grabs my wrists and slams them down over my head. Her braless breasts are right in my face. I could lick or bite at them if had I the intention.
Even though Barb's hot bod gives me boners, I've never had any sexual fantasies about her. Simply watching her mature into a shapely woman is enough to keep my attention. I now wonder, in all our wrestling, does she ever feel my erection when she has me pinned down? If she does, she never lets on. I don't know how she could miss it.
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**** BARBARA ****
When Brian opened the door, I was amazed. This cheap hotel in this small town had a nice large room. I stepped in and looked on in awe. Everything was perfect except for one thing. Being a suite, there was one bedroom with one queen-size bed.
Brian did the driving so I told him he could use the shower first. While he showered, I called the front desk to ask about a room with two beds. The clerk apologized and told me the hotel was completely booked.
"Completely booked?" I asked in disbelief. "We're in the middle of nowhere," I laughed.
"This is a busy season for us," he answered. "Looks like you're in the master suite. The couch pulls out into a bed."
"That should work," I cheerfully said, thanked him, and hung up.
I knew Brian would be the gentleman and allow me the bedroom, so I moved my belongings in and unpacked my necessities. Brian and our brother have always treated our sister and me as ladies, something dad burned into their personalities from a very young age. Even when we playfully wrestled as kids, he was very gentle and rarely hurt me. One time, my arm was caught in an awkward position and I felt a snap in my shoulder. I was in a cast and sling for two months and had to listen to Brian apologize at least five times a day until I was healed. My 'big' brother was always my protector, my knight in shining armor. I adored him for it.
As I prepared for my own shower and eventually going to bed, I could hear Brian singing a pleasant song as he showered. He was no professional, but I always loved hearing him sing. He usually made up his own lyrics which were pretty funny. The water shut off after a long while, and a few seconds later, he opened the door to dismiss the cloud of steam he had built up.
He hadn't taken the time to dry but had a towel wrapped around his waist. As I stood there and watched him exit the bathroom in the cloud of steam, it was like watching an Axe commercial. Although I've seen him many times wet and nearly naked when we were growing up, for the first time in my life, I noticed how ruggedly handsome and ripped my brother is. His hair was dripping wet as water droplets formed and ran down his wispy, sparse chest hair, to his six-pack abs, and into the towel. He walked over to me slowly as I stood and stared at him. For a moment, I had several carnal and filthy thoughts about what was about to happen.
In my mind's eye, I watched him saunter toward me, let the towel drop to the floor, exposing his erect manhood as he stopped directly in front of me. Without hesitation, he grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and ripped it, with my bra, over my head. He practically tore my sweatpants off along with my panties, then put his muscular hands on both sides of my abs, picked me up, and threw me on the bed.
He followed me onto the bed, and in one movement, his lips found mine and kissed me with a passion I had never felt as his hard cock slid into my waiting, wet pussy. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as I felt his cock invade my most private place.
Suddenly I was being drenched, shaken out of my dream state. When Brian got close enough, he "dogged" me. This is something we had both done since we were young kids. I should have expected it. He closed in quickly, and when he was within just a few inches of my blank, sexually aroused stare, he shook his wet hair out all over me.
"DAMNIT!" I yelled at the rude awakening. "WHAT THE HELL?"
"HAHA!" he laughed. "What the hell were you daydreaming about? You usually see that coming a mile away. You just stood there," he said with a laugh.
I couldn't tell him why I didn't try to escape and tried to use his boyish immaturity against him.
"I don't know," I said in a fake angry voice. "I figured a little time in college would have helped you grow up a little."
"PFFFFT!" he spat with a laugh. "You know my motto. 'Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional.' I'll never grow up. What the hell were you thinking about?" he asked again.
I knew I was had and started laughing with him. Had I been in the same boat, I would've unloaded my wet hair on him.
I pushed him. "Go away and get dressed."
