The characters and events in this story are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. The work has been written for entertainment only, and is not meant to promote or endorse criminal acts of any kind.
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It all began with our parent's messy divorce. I was eighteen at the time and Jane, being my fraternal twin, was the same age. After the division of assets our mom was left with little money, and the only thing she could afford in the way of a home was a dingy and cramped two bedroom apartment in a seedy non-descript suburb.
Jane and I were forced to share one tiny bedroom. Neither of us was happy about it - we fought like most brothers and sisters, and both of us wanted our own space. But neither of us could afford to move out, so what could we do? Circumstances being what they were we had no choice but to cope as best we could.
The incident happened about a month after we had moved in. It was the middle of summer, and the night was hot and sultry, making it difficult to sleep. It was that and the soft sound of moaning that woke me.
Now, any other person would probably have figured out what was going on and just lay there pretending to be asleep. Not thick headed me. I had to look. I swung half my body over the top bunk to look at Jane, who occupied the lower bed.
The room wasn't completely dark. The street lamp cast its light through the thin curtains of our bedroom window. My sister was sprawled completely naked on the bunk. Her nightdress lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. Jane's eyes were closed. Her legs were spread wide and her finger was tracing slow circles around her clit. I could see it glistening in the dim light, nestled between the wet and gaping lips of her shaven cunt.
Jane's other hand was busy squeezing one of her small but firm breasts. Her nipples were large and hard, distended with the excitement of her masturbation to the size of thimbles. Her breath was coming in short gasps and her hips slowly undulated as she began to slide her fingers in and out of her dripping slit.
Needless to say I was stunned by what I saw, so much so that I literally fell out of bed. Fortunately, I managed to hit the floor feet first. Unfortunately, Jane's eyes snapped open at the noise. From the guilty look on my face she instantly knew that I had seen her fingering herself.
It was bad enough being shoved together in these cramped conditions. But this was the final straw. Jane has quite a temper. She flew at me in a silent rage. We grappled; fell to the floor wrestling madly. It was virtually a noiseless battle. Neither one of us wanted to disturb mom and then endure the indignity of explaining what all the fuss was about.
I was on top of Jane. I could feel her naked breasts pressing against my bare chest as I pinned her petite body with my weight. By now I had a raging erection. She is a pretty blond and the sight of her masturbating, combined with the squirming of our bodies as we slid against each other was more than enough to stiffen any man.
My cock slipped out of my boxers as we fought. It slid into her. The sensation was explosive. The feeling of her warm wetness swallowing my manhood made me lose all self-control. My blood felt like it was on fire and my heart was beating like a drum being pounded by a madman. I literally tore my pants off. My hips began to pump furiously. My prick slammed in and out of Jane like the piston of a racing car engine at full throttle.
At first she fought, then gave in to pleasure. By this stage both of us were beyond caring that we were brother and sister. Jane's fingernails dug into my back. She drew up her knees as I pummeled her cunt for all I was worth and laved her swollen nipples with my tongue. Then her body arched and she grunted as a shuddering orgasm sent waves of pleasure shooting through her.
"Please Jack," she gasped. "Don't cum in me. I ... I don't want to get pregnant."
There must have been some sanity left to me, for my sister's words penetrated my passion crazed brain. I rolled off her and sprawled on the floor, breathing hard, my dick standing up in the air like a flag pole.
I lay staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell was going to happen next. I had nightmare visions of the cops rolling through the door like spilt oranges and dragging me off to prison. It was a very scary thought. Maybe if I groveled enough Jane would keep quiet.
"My God, you're big."