Reality crashed in on Jordan as his heart rate slowed. There could be no mistake. He and his sister had gotten each other off. He could say he just put his hand where his sister could hump it, and she just put her vagina and thighs where he could hump them. But come on. They'd all but had sex. They'd put rules in place so this wouldn't happen, but were too weak to follow them. In fact, in the heat of the moment, the boundaries they drew only made it hotter to cross them.
"Let me get you a towel," he said. She whined, wrapping her arms tighter around him so he couldn't move. "Come on, Carly, I have to." She groaned and climbed off him, laying face down next to him. He got up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wetting half of it with warm water. He returned to his room, his divine little sister naked in his bed. He groaned at the sight of her. She was so sexy, it hurt. Her luscious hair scattered across her slender, soft back, which flared and grew into her subtly wide hips and soft, generous ass, which tapered into her warm, thick thighs and soft, glowing legs. And here she lay, naked. In his bed. What was he going to do?
First, he knew he had to clean his semen off her. She moaned softly at the feel of the warm towel rubbing her back and ass. She wouldn't have minded holding her brother's seed on her body for as long as possible, but it was his bed and she guessed she understood why he wanted to clean her off. It did mean that she got to feel his hands on her body again, so she wouldn't complain.
Carly fell asleep soon thereafter, but Jordan lay awake next to her for a long time. The thought that would not leave his head was that they were ruining their lives. Their brother-sister relationship was likely gone forever. They'd done too much, gone too far. No brother and sister did what they just did. Apart from that, he'd been having the greatest sexual experiences he could ever conceive of, over and over again, with the person who was the object of his greatest desires. What could any other woman ever offer him? They wouldn't spend years as the ultimate forbidden fruit while also being the hottest woman he'd ever met and yet also be hopelessly in love with him. He saw how Carly looked at him and knew she'd fully fallen and that just broke his heart more. She deserved someone better than a guy who would fuck his own sister and it would hurt her that much more when he told her they had to end it.
Eventually, somehow, he fell asleep. He woke up first and got dressed and headed downstairs. Carly was surprised to find herself alone when she finally woke up. She'd hope to play with her brother some more. She dreamed of waking him up with his cock in her mouth, she yearned to see the look on his face when dreamy eyes fluttered open to see her lovingly servicing him. Oh well, another time. She didn't know what to wear for him to meet him downstairs, though. She didn't know if she really wanted to play with him more or keep as much of an edge as possible for their performance that night. She threw on her robe over her naked body and thought she'd let him decide. Her brother could do whatever he wanted with her body, it was up to him.
She knew something was wrong as soon as she saw the distressed look on his face where he sat at the dining table. She barely understood his words as he said them, her brain full of numb buzzing, but she didn't have to. She knew as soon as she saw his face that he regretted last night and was rejecting her again. She knew him inside and out, why couldn't he see that? Why couldn't he see that she didn't care that they were related?
"But I love you," she said softly.
"I love you too," he pleaded. "That's why we can't do that again. I can't see a future where we continue down this road and end up happy. I mean, how is this going to work? I can't be your boyfriend. I can't be your husband. I can't father your children."
She sniffed. "Love finds a way," she squeaked. Their eyes met, both full of tears.
"I'm sorry, Carly," he said, finally.
Her body turned and walked back upstairs to her room without her telling it to. It knew she needed to be alone and mercifully granted her that while her brain was lost in darkness.
Jordan knew he had done the right thing, but why did it feel like he'd just committed a crime? Incest was a crime against the law, but he'd just committed a crime against love itself. Carly's love for him was pure and complete and without reservations. He knew that because she offered it up so readily despite the fact he was her brother. And he'd thrown it all away.
Her heartbreak was his heartbreak too. They'd grown so close this summer. Their hearts beat in unison. Beat as one. He couldn't break hers without breaking his as well. The pain hurt sharp and it hurt deep.
The brokenhearted siblings mostly stayed in their rooms the rest of the day. When Jordan made himself lunch, he made a sandwich for Carly too and left it outside her room. He found it hours later, untouched. He did regret having to do this the day of opening night. The play had gotten to a really good place and he couldn't see how they'd perform it well now. They both knew how much their performance had been driven by their actual feelings for each other. Jordan sighed. Somehow, they'd get through it.
Carly spent half the day crying and half the day berating herself for being so stupid. Of course she couldn't be with her brother. It'd felt so good because it had seemed impossible. Because it was impossible. But she'd had it. She'd had it in her hands and it was all gone now. Gone forever. Her brother didn't love her. Not the way she wanted him to. Needed him to.
She was a good actor, though, and would have to use the total of her ability to get through tonight. She wrapped up her pain and pushed it deep below. Her brother wasn't her Jordie, he was a guy in her play. A scene partner. Nothing more. She could keep her pain wrapped up for a few hours, she thought, before she'd have to let it back out again.
The drive to the theater was only a few minutes, but the two siblings felt every second tick by with agony. They could hardly breathe through the icy silence. They had nothing to say. Nothing could help anymore.
The rest of the cast and crew turned to look at them when they entered the theater. "They know the vibe is off," Jordan thought. "They know I dumped her this morning and ruined the performance." Carly felt their eyes all over them and hated it. She'd stopped crying and mostly alleviated the puffiness of her face, but they could probably tell anyway. She didn't feel like a serious actor, she felt like a stupid girl who fell for a showmance.
"Jordan! Carly! Can I speak to you in my office for a minute?" Gail said. Robotically, they followed her. She shut the door behind them. "Why didn't you tell me you were siblings?"
Stunned, they couldn't react.
"I thought I'd experienced every backstage drama, but this is new," she continued with a chuckle.
"We're not..." Jordan stammered. "We're old friends."
"Come now, Larry told me everything," she said. They frowned. "Larry Grainger? Your drama teacher? He showed me in his old yearbooks and everything. Why didn't you tell me? I would have been happy to swap around roles. I don't care about the circumstances, you couldn't pay me a billion dollars to make out with my brother."