Hillary finished up her classes for the day and rushed to the campus library. Dressed in her finest blouse, skirt, and a $650.00 pair of Carven shoes, she was going to meet up with her brother, Peter Stephen Hansen IV - Pete.
The previous evening, while going through a sorority initiation - a 'test', she found herself lying on her back with her brother between her legs with his cock up inside her tummy. He had just given her the most satisfying foreplay she had ever experienced. He had also given her oral sex for the first time, which resulted in multiple, intense orgasms.
The room the so called test occurred in had been blacked out, and she was supposedly making love to an unknown stranger. The only way to tell what he looked like was with her tactile senses. Only, after the lights had been turned on, the stranger turned out to be her twin brother, Peter. The shock of finding out the marvelous lover was her sibling evolved into an erotic finish that was enhanced by the sheer taboo nature of the act.
Peter and Hillary parted ways professing their love for each other, but given nearly 24 hours, old doubts began to resurface. Peter had been aloof during high school, barely recognizing that Hillary existed. This had cause Hillary to have some pretty intense resentment of her brother. Could one night of blissful sex erase all those negative feelings?
In their younger years, Hillary and her brother had always been close; it was a closeness that could only come from being twins growing up under difficult parentage. Granted, they weren't identical, it was impossible for male and female twins to be anything but fraternal. Still, the same twin bonding took place between them. To have her brother turn away and shun her through the high school years hurt her deeply. Peter had some explaining to do.
As far as the rest of Hillary's family went, her mother was domineering, and her father was remote. Her mother made Hillary's life difficult to say the least, and her father was always working, earning that high six figure income that was entirely unnecessary to keep the family living in luxury. This was because her mother came from 'old money', Hillary's father's income really wasn't necessary at all. Hillary would have settled for considerably less material wealth in exchange for a set of parents that actually cared.
Even with her resentments, Hillary would have told you that she was a bit of an elitist. She had no idea what it was like to be of lesser means; she didn't have the context that would allow her any kind of empathy for the struggling classes. So she came off sounding cruel and cynical at times even though that wasn't her true nature. She also put on a rough veneer to hide the wound that Pete's rejection had caused.
As Hillary approached the library, she did so with a degree of trepidation. What if the lover Peter had evaporated; what if he had turned back into the nebulous standoffish boy he had been over the last four years. If that happened, it would tear her apart. She missed her childhood Peter and wanted him back in the worst way. He had been her port in the storm that protected her from the gales of her parent's making.
She rode the elevator to the second floor and walked to the back of the library; finding the place where she was to meet Peter. Hillary felt herself start to panic when she arrived at their designated meeting spot and Peter wasn't there. Feelings of abandonment were starting to sweep her away like a tsunami. If he stood her up, it was going to break her emotionally.
Just as she was about to retreat back into 'the bitch' façade, she heard, "Hi sis!" behind her. It was Peter. He added with a gleeful tone, "I'm sure glad to see you. I was wondering if you were even going to show, after last night that is."
Hillary wheeled around so fast it nearly made her dizzy. There was Peter, standing in a row of dusty old tomes. Her brother came for her! Finally, she was going to find out why he abandoned her throughout high school.
She couldn't help herself, even though she was going to make him give her an accounting - a day of reckoning. She was extremely happy to see her brother. She responded, "What about last night?" Then she added, "I enjoyed every second of it, even after I found out my mystery man was you." Seeing how that could be taken wrong she amended, "Um, I meant discovering my wonderful lover was my own dear brother." She was hoping the endearment wasn't wasted. Over the last few years, she had learned to be hard. Right then she felt so vulnerable.
Peter smiled as he walked towards his sister; he pulled her into an embrace and held her tightly against his body. "Gawd, I've missed you Hillary. It's nice to have you back."
Hillary angrily pushed him away so she could look him in the face, "You missed me! I'm not the one who has been missing in action. Why Peter? Tell me why did you push me away! Why did you exclude me from your life?"
Peter had an injured look on his face, "I'm so sorry Hills. I was thinking of you in entirely inappropriate ways. I was seeing you develop into such an attractive, beautiful girl right in front of my eyes, I didn't want to turn my perverted thoughts into perverted actions."
Hillary was dumbfounded, "Perverted thoughts?"
Peter said, "Yes, ever since you came out of puberty, I couldn't help thinking about you in a less than brotherly way. Hillary, as awful as it sounds, I wanted you sexually. I wanted us to do things that brothers and sisters just don't do."
"Oh, you mean like the things we did last night?" retorted Hillary. She was trying to digest the things he was saying, "So, you had the hots for me and that caused you to run away - emotionally. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
Peter blushed, "Yes, exactly. If I didn't hang around with you, I couldn't act like the pervert that I was inside my head, the pervert I wanted to be. I wanted inside your panties."
She asked plaintively, "Pete! Why didn't you talk to me about it? Why didn't you explain to me what you were feeling? Instead you surgically cut me out of your life; you took away my lifeline, setting me adrift in a rowboat during a hurricane. You know what mom is like!" She paused and admitted, "Pete you hurt me; you hurt me bad."
Peter, with a look of contrition on his face, said, "I'm so sorry Hillary. I thought I was protecting you - from me."
Hillary said, "You were protecting me from what? Here we are and your worst fears came true last night, only I'm not rejecting you. What we did was beautiful. Society will look on us as pariahs, but I don't care. A freak accident put us together in exactly the way you were trying to avoid. But, if it brings you back into my life, I don't care. You caused us both years of pain by not talking to me.
"I probably would have rejected your advances back then, but I still would have loved you. Logically, I can see your motives; but emotionally -it was still a rejection. I felt abandoned and mother just amplified the situation." Trying to think it through, she added, "Your intentions may have been noble, but the consequences were agonizing."
Hillary couldn't help herself; she started to cry, "Pete, growing up with a mother who would only criticize, and with a father who doesn't seem to love you was hard enough. You were my only place of safety. Can you see how your detachment could cut like a razor?"
Pete pulled her back into his arms and held her tight, gently rocking the two of them from side to side. "I'm so sorry Hillary; I didn't realize what you were going through. But, you have me now. I'm all yours now and I'll never abandon you again. I promise." Peter just held her, letting Hillary cry out her grief, cry out her loneliness, and cry out her anger; he let her cry out years of bitterness.
