Amber, Part 5
All characters are at least 18 years of age. I have posted this story before. It has been changed very little. I appreciate the nice comments and emails some of you have sent. I tend to ignore comments that criticize the subject matter. If you don't enjoy incest fantasies (particularly brother-sister and dad-daughter), there are plenty of other writers on this site.
Amber was involved with both of her twin brothers. She knew she was addicted to it, and it often hurt her conscience. She knew what she was doing was sinful on many levels. She was having sex with her own brothers. She was lying to both of them by not telling them about what she was doing with the other. She had initially fallen for Bobby, who had been so kind and gentle with her when she was still a scrawny, depressed girl. Then, as she blossomed, she eventually gave into the insistence of her other brother, Billy.
At first, having sex with Bobby was distinctly different from having sex with his twin brother, Billy. Bobby was very loving and gentle; she loved him romantically, or at least that's what she thought. Billy was rougher and way more adventurous. He took what he wanted, and Amber was turned on by that. But then something incomprehensible happened. She began to have feelings for Billy as well, and it was readily apparent that he had feelings for her. He became kinder and sweeter and more romantic.
She pondered her feelings for her two brothers and concluded that she was not, and never had been, truly in love with either of them. She had been physically unattractive. She had suffered from bouts of depression. When Bobby, then later, Billy, began paying attention to her - caring about her - it was an entirely new experience. She now realized that she had had "puppy love" for both of them. Did she love them? Absolutely. But not romantically -at least that was her current thinking.
Now that she had come to this conclusion, she imagined, she could begin to put a stop to this terrible thing she was doing. She knew it could not be healthy. It was incest. But, for whatever reason, that thought always sent an electric charge of excitement through her. It was forbidden, and therefore, to Amber, exciting. It was wrong. It was sinful. It was forbidden. It was emotionally unhealthy. She knew all this. She had to stop it. Some way; somehow.
Even if she stopped right now, what lingering damage had it already done to her psyche? Would she ever be as excited about sex as she had been with either of her brothers? Would her brothers, some day in the future, compare notes and realize that they both had been fucking her? How would that go? Undoubtedly it would cause them both to hate her and despise her because of her dishonesty. She was acting like a slut. In her mind, as badly as she wanted to be good, she knew that she wasn't good. Yes, she was a slut. She couldn't get enough sex with either of her brothers. She craved it all the time. She was even having anal sex with Billy on occasion! And, she mused, she was fucking her boyfriend, Dave, as well. If there ever had been a slut, she was it. It shocked her and she was disappointed in herself. She had to change her life.
*****
The Spring Semester was over. The twins had managed to pass all their classes and were already involved in their lawn-care business for the summer. Their mother and Amber had gone to see their Aunt Sue and were going to spend the night, so they decided they would grill steaks and drink beer. Kaley, their mother, allowed the boys to drink beer at home, but frowned on drunkenness. They figured, however, that they could drink as much as they wanted while she was gone. Who would know and who would care?
After they had eaten their steaks and baked potatoes, the twins sat on the patio, talking and drinking. They talked about sports and TV, but mostly girls.
"So, Bobby, truth or dare?" Billy grinned.
"You know I'm not taking dare, Asswipe," Bobby laughed, drunkenly.
"Ok, would you do Gracie?" Gracie was the girl that Billy had been dating for a few months, off and on. She was a tall, pretty redhead. To his consternation, she wouldn't have sex with him. He liked her, though, and continued to date her. He found it refreshing to be interested in a girl for something other than sex. Besides, he was getting sex from Amber, usually once a week. And it was, he imagined, better sex that Gracie could provide.
Bobby laughed. "Hell yes. She's a cutie. You aren't gonna get pissed that I said that, right?"
Billy burped and giggled. "Hell no. I'm glad you approve of my tastes."
"My turn, then," Bobby slurred. "Would you do Kathy?" Kathy was the girl that Bobby had been seeing for quite some time. She was a blonde of medium height and who possessed a very good body. She loved sex and would do anything that Bobby wanted. He thought she was fantastic in bed, but she was not nearly as exciting as his little sister.
Billy reached for another beer and laughed drunkenly. "You know the answer to that. That girl's body is fan-fucking-tastic. If you get tired of banging her, give me a turn. You are banging her, aren't you?"
"You know I am, Ass Hat. We've talked about it. Are you that drunk?" Bobby guffawed. "Truth or fucking dare?"
"Hell, no, you drunk bastard. It's my fucking turn," Billy reminded him. "Truth or fucking dare?"
"Let's just fucking cut out all the fucking dare shit and just ask fucking questions. Nobody's gonna take a fucking dare," Bobby replied.
"All right then, fucker," Billy laughed. "Would you do Mom?"
Suddenly they both stopped laughing. Billy leaned over to try and look into Bobby's face. "Well, Bro, answer. Yes or no?"
"Billy, that's not something to kid about, even when we're drunk. She's our mother," Bobby muttered.
"Fuck you, Bobby. It ain't like we're gonna fuck our mother. She's a fucking good looking woman. Would you fuck her, if she wasn't our Mama?"
"When you put it that way, I suppose I would. She looks really good for her age," Bobby laughed, nervously. "Now, here's my question. Would you?"
"In a New York fucking minute!" Billy exclaimed. "They don't come any hotter than her. I don't give a shit who she is." He looked carefully at Bobby, wondering if he had any suspicion of what he had actually done with their mother. He was dying to tell him. They had always shared nearly everything with each other, but up until now, he had not dared broach this subject.
"You're a pervert, Billy," Bobby replied, but then burst out into peals of laughter. "Give me another beer. I'm really enjoying this. It's your fucking turn, by the way."
Billy handed his brother another cold beer. "Amber?" he challenged.
"What?" Bobby was suddenly stone-cold sober. "What about Amber?" he asked as he stood, yelling at his brother.
"Calm down, Ass of Wipe. It's a fucking game. I asked if you'd fuck Amber. If it bothers you, pretend for a minute that she's not your sister. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Bobby sat down again. He was sober enough to know that he had to tread lightly. He hadn't expected this question. "If she wasn't my sister, I'd probably do her if she asked for it," he admitted.
Billy began laughing so hard that he started coughing. Every time he got the cough under control, he laughed again. He pointed at Bobby as he laughed. "Fuck, Bobby. This is a fucking GAME. Relax, dude. You act like you're about to shit a brick."
"Fuck you, Billy. She's our sister. She's the only one in this family that even tries to do the right thing. I just don't think we should be talking about her like this," Bobby flared.
"Yeah, yeah, she's little Miss Virgin Perfection, ain't she?"
"Billy, you're pissing me off. Stop talking about her like that. I love her. She's our sister!" Bobby yelled, feeling tears come into his eyes.
"Whoa, Brother. Seriously, dude. I did not mean to get you all tore up like this. I was just playing. For your fucking information, I love her, too. I know I used to treat her bad, but when's the last time you saw me treat her badly at all?" Billy said, his voice rising.
Bobby took a deep breath. "You're right. You do treat her respectfully. I'm very glad, too. She's just a touchy subject to me. She's had a tough time. Do you get me, Billy?"
"Sure I do. But she sure has a sexy ass," he laughed.
Bobby looked at him as if he couldn't believe he had just said that, then burst into laughter himself. "Her whole body is good!" he laughed. "You should see..." he stopped, realizing what he had been about to say. "Well, you have seen her...in a bikini."
