We tried to stick to our agreement. We really did. I'm 100% sure that was my intention, and I'm 99% sure about Ellen. Okay, maybe 98%.
Ellen was my twin sister. We are identical twins; I'm the yin to her yang. Eighty-four seconds older. Yes, we've always been very close. We could just about read each others' minds. Sometimes I wondered if we really could. We'd grown up in a lower middle class family, all nice and proper. Fancy or luxurious rarely intruded into our lives, but we were happy. Weekends camping on the Atlantic coast, a visit to an amusement park now and then, and both of us got to go to college. Mom and dad were really proud of that.
They might not have been as proud if they'd realized what happened at the beach the summer after we both turned 19. Ellen had grown into a beautiful young woman. She'd been able to borrow clothes from Mom for a year or two by then, but that spring she quit borrowing. She couldn't button Mom's blouses. She still borrowed shoes. I heard the negotiations now and then. But no more tops. Bikini weather was a revelation.
We got even closer. Too close, most would say. Way too close. Unless you believe the "back door doesn't count" crowd. Our mouths and her tush. Never anything else. We didn't care at all what anyone would think about our relationship, except for Mom and Dad. We were really careful about that. And we were completely successful.
Then, after Ellen met Seth, she decided we needed call it quits. It was agonizing, but I understood. Of course I'd understood. We were almost telepathic. We never fought, we were always each others' biggest fans -- that had helped keeping our illicit activities secret -- so I pretty much knew what she was going to say the day she dragged me into her room when Mom and Dad weren't home. It was never going to be permanent, all good things must come to an end. Still, though If I hadn't known how deeply she cared for her fiancée and how much she wanted to have as good a marriage as Mom and Dad I don't know if I could have agreed.
Agonizing though it was, I agreed. I knew she needed this. We'd had a great relationship before sex, and if anyone could un-ring that bell it was us.
So there we were, two hours before the wedding. Ellen was happy, but very nervous in her big hotel suite. The deejay was running late. The flower girl had gotten sick so we had to find a substitute. One of the bridesmaids had found me and asked me to keep Ellen comfortable while they found the substitute and taught her what she'd need to do. Why that required all three of them I'm not sure.
I could tell Ellen had already had a drink or two. I could also tell she had on her bra and panties, but nothing else yet. I know, I should have been a detective.
"Bill, you're here -- thank you so much!" She ran over and hugged me.
"Anything you need sis, you know that. What, actually, do you need?" Not that I was a little uncomfortable seeing her so exposed after going without her body for months. No sir. I was EXTREMELY uncomfortable seeing her so exposed after going without her body for months. I was chanting "down boy" in my head, willing myself not to get an erection. It wasn't going too well.
"I just need my big brother to keep me company. We've got plenty of time, I'll start the final prep in an hour, but I can't just sit here. I'm a prisoner in this room!"
"Yeah, I guess you are." Shit shit shit, she saw the boner I was trying not to get.
There was one of those pauses. And being twins, basically reading each others' minds, there was no doubt what caused the silence.
"Ellen --"
"Nope nope nope you're right, we've broken the habit and I'm getting married in two hours. So, what do you think?" She tilted her head and lifted her hair a bit with the palm of her hand. It was beautifully done, with big curls and that one rebellious lock that would hang down by her face. So artfully pseudoaccidental. I loved it, and I told her so.
"Feel it."
"What? Feel your hair?"
"Sure, come on." She grabbed my arm and brought my hand to her hair. It wasn't as gelled or moussed or whatever as I'd expected. It still felt rather natural. I could feel how silky her hair was. She'd taken extra good care of it for weeks now.
Oof. This was not helping.
"Ellen, should I --"
"No you jerk, your sister needs you here. It's my wedding day -- what kind of brother says no to his sister on her wedding day?"
"The kind who's trying to be good" I mumbled.
She smirked, and cuffed me on the shoulder. I realized she was a bit more buzzed than I'd thought.
"You okay sis?"
"Absolutely, just got some... jitters. This is a lifelong commitment, you know?"
"Yeah, I know, I've waited for you to finish in the shower." She laughed, and smacked me again.
"Sometimes you didn't wait" she said quietly.
"Ellen. We agreed. You have enough going on today, do you really want drama?"
"No, drama is not what I want" she agreed, biting her lip.
"Seriously girl, you know we're doing the right thing here." "Dammit dammit dammit fucking dammit!" I added in my head. She cocked an eyebrow and stared at me.
"Fuck it, let's do it -- please Bill? You know I never feel better than when I feel you inside me. It gives me peace for hours. I need that right now."
"Why, are you really having second thoughts?"
"No, I don't think so." My twin senses tingled. Was she?
"Really? Has Seth given you any reason to wonder about this?"
"No one. No. I'm just jittery."
"Okay then, jittery is no reason to break our agreement. We're moving on." "Way to go you stupid, stupid bastard, you're doing the right thing." I added to myself.
Ellen broke the mood by standing up, twirling around, and saying "Look, I hit my goal weight on the nose! How do I look?"
"Just gorgeous Elle. Absolutely gorgeous." "Fuck you, thong, you bastard" I added silently. Her ass looked amazing. Oh, hello boner, guess you came back to see how things are going. Thanks.
"Do you like the dress? You haven't seen it yet!"
She leaned way over at her waist, took a drink from a champagne glass on the dresser, then picked up her dress and held it in front of her almost bare body. She twirled again.
Oh, that twirl. If she'd just held still as she modeled the dress. It wasn't like showing me her backside was going to tell me anything about the dress she was holding in front of her. But the first twirl had made her dizzy, and I think her legs got tangled or something, because the next thing I knew she had dropped the dress and just about dropped herself. Okay, maybe it was all an act. But I caught her.
With my erection parallel parked between her cheeks. The heat between us was instantaneous.
My arms were wrapped around her waist. Her taut waist, covered in silky sister skin. She was at it again.
"Fuck -- please Bill?"
"No Ellen, we made an agreement, fuck, you promised Seth --"
"I know, but you're family, you always will be, and I need this. It will get me through the ceremony, having you inside me one last time, carrying you with me."
"Ellen, we are not --"
She had grabbed my wrists and moved my hands up to her breasts.
"The fuck we aren't big brother. Fuck your little sister. I need this. One last time."
"Dammit Elle, we were so good."
