Hello all. This is a new series that I recently came up with and with-it burning holes in my head, thus I was able to write it rather quickly.
This series contains incest, pregnancies and some sadness. Read at your own risk.
As always, a huge thanks goes out to WA001 for editing this series.
Enjoy
All those engaged in sexual acts are 18 years or older
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I woke up that morning excited to get out of bed for once. I was going to my first big party with my two friends and since my eighteenth birthday had just passed, I was hoping to finally get laid for once. From my experience seeing other guys, the slutty girls are more willing to sleep with a guy if it is a special day. Something about sympathy that gets their panties all wet, I would guess but who knows. Either way, I was hoping to lose my virginity finally.
Irene, my twin sister, was everything I was not. When people talk about twin magic and how twins can feel when each other is in danger and whatnot that kind of thing must have looked at us in our mother's womb, laughed and turned the other way. We never had any special twin code, never had any kind of twin closeness. While I was the quiet type who was more into video games than going to parties, my sister was the party type and would say that only nerds play games. I sometimes wonder if she was this horrible to me in the womb.
Maybe the one thing that we both shared was the family trait of being attractive as my sister was definitely a pretty girl. She has dark brown hair, which she gets from our father, and brown eyes. She was a rather chubby girl with smaller sized breasts, but her face was made up like a model. Had it not been that she saw our older sister like a goddess, and our older sister saw me as a maggot, we probably would have gotten along better.
My older sister, Nina, at twenty, was the most like our mother of the two girls and when I say similar, I mean more like identical to how mom looked when she was younger. I could see the bombshell beginning to form in her. It was funny how Mom would comment how Nina looked like Mom as a younger girl so often that Mom's talk must have gone to her head and made her feel like she was the best in the family. Nina had perfect blonde hair that went down past her shoulders and gray-blue eyes. Her skin was about midway between fair and pale, though most of it was due to tanning as often as she could and she had large breasts, much like our mother. But it was not just her body that made her look more like Mom. Her face was an almost exact replica. The noses matched, the cheek bones, and even where they both had a couple freckles on their faces.
Mom on the other hand was a blonde like Nina with the same length hair and same blue eyes. Mom's eyes were just more a bright blue than the darker gray that Nina's were. Mom also never had a tan unless it was the weeks where we would spend the time at the beach. Her tan would look wonderful on her skin but would fade after about a week and she would be back to her fair/pale color. Mom also had some large breasts, bigger than Nina's, but rarely wore anything that would reveal her cleavage. I did not ever know if it were more due to Dad telling her not to dress like that or that she was worried about guys hitting on her more, but her conservative dressing would keep most guys at bay. On any given day, Mom would wear jeans that looked to be one or two sizes too large and either a sweater or long-sleeved shirt. The few times we went to the beach, she would wear a one-piece suit with a shirt over top of it and the one-piece would not show hardly any cleavage, along with a beach wrap to cover most of her legs. It was almost like she had lost her womanhood and had become just a mother and that was it.
The couple times that I got a look at her cleavage was late at night and when I was sick. On these rare occasions, Mom would wake up after hearing me coughing in my room, which was also next to hers and only separated by a small hallway closet and come to my aid. She would be wearing a nightgown, usually a silk type one, and they were generally lower cut, giving me a view of her large breasts. She did have some light stretchmarks on them, but what can a woman do after she has had four children and is approaching her forties. This was also the best time to see her smooth and silky legs as the nightgowns would stop about mid-thigh. Me being a horny teenager on more than one occasion, I had hoped to get a peek at her panties or her peach if she was not wearing them, but I was never that lucky.
The last of my siblings was my older brother Drew, he was twenty two and a textbook jock. Not overly smart but would play any and all sports he could get into. It was not that he was a star athlete that would be seen playing professional sports, but more that he enjoyed it. Or should I say that he enjoyed the attention, especially since he was always lucky enough to make it to the winning teams and not the teams that would lose most games. But like I said, it was not that he was that skilled, but more that he was lucky.
Either way, he is not really in the picture as much right now since he went off to go to the University of California for college to play football. Dad had even convinced him to be the scapegoat of the family, as I called it, since he was going to follow in his footsteps and become a lawyer as our Father was and join his firm. Perhaps that is why I got out of my father's bad graces. I had no care to become a lawyer and at this point, I did not even know what I wanted to do. All I really knew was that I wanted to make a lot of money and fast as I enjoyed my free time. I was not about to become a lawyer and work ten to fourteen hours a day for some stupid case and come back in for another shift just like it all so I could feel a little bit of pride, fuck that shit.
I finally rolled out of bed and headed to the shower. I was not in there more than a couple minutes when Irene was banging on the door, "Hurry up in there!" she yelled, "I need to get ready and you are in my way!"
"I just got in here, go use the other one," I yelled back, not caring whether she needed the bathroom or not. We had three bathrooms in our five-bedroom house with two of the bathrooms on the second floor, the hallway one and my parents in their room, and the third being on the main floor near the fifth bedroom. That room was my older brother's before he moved out, but Dad, at forty eight, had turned it into an office so he could do extra work from home if the need arose, as if he didn't work enough hours already. Not that I knew it at this time, but he was seriously neglecting mom; but I'm getting ahead of myslef.
"Uggh! You are such a pain in the ass. Just hurry the fuck up loser. It's not like you have anyone to impress," Irene replied as I heard the anger in her voice.
I did not want to hear anything else from her or my other sister, so I quickly finished, not that it took me long to shower in the first place. Once I finished in the shower, I quickly brushed my teeth, wrapped the towel around my body and left the bathroom. I ran into Nina on the way and she just broke out laughing, her being the one that teased me the most. "I'll bite," I sighed turning around, "What's so damn funny?" I asked, seeing her wearing shorts and a tank top with bikini ties coming out of the top of her tank top and the sides of her shorts.
"If you weren't such a scrawny little shit, you may actually find a girl that would want to fuck ... well whatever that is," Nina laughed before turning, flinging her hair like I was a fly on the wall, and heading downstairs.