I had the perfect life admired by all of my female friends. I had a very attractive husband who gave me everything, two sons who adored me and the perfect job. A very normal life to the outside world, but I wondered how all of my friends would have reacted if they knew the truth.
I stood in my dining room admiring the view. My beautiful husband Alex and our equally handsome twin boys Aaron and Ian were sitting around the table eating dinner and talking. "Dad why is mom staring at us like that," asked Aaron. Alex looked up and smiled, because he knew I was thinking about how we got together nearly 20 years ago.....
Alex and I were your typical siblings growing up fighting over the bathroom and competing in sports. But we were closer than most because Alex was my twin. We were born 18 years ago, and I couldn't imagine my life without him. We shared a link that started in the womb. Mom even showed us an ultrasound picture of us holding hands. No wonder why we shared a closeness that neither one of us could explain.
Despite our bond, Alex and I argued a lot. Alex yelled at me for taking long showers, and I yelled at him for leaving the toilet seat up. And talk about being competitive, if Alex scored 15 points in a basketball game then I had to score 16. Our desire to upstage each other usually led to high scoring games and several championships.
However, most of our arguments at home ended on the floor engaged in a tickle fight, with me on the bottom pinned under Alex's strong muscular legs. He was relentless in his torture until I told him he was king. Not that Alex knew this at the time, but I always let him pin me. I enjoyed the heat of Alex's body pressed up against mine, and I wanted to experience it as much as possible.
And of course he had to be born first. Alex was five minutes older than me, and he never let me forget it. He always pulled the older brother routine on me. It didn't work but "I am older so you have to listen to me," is what I heard constantly. It would annoy me to no end and Alex knew it, leading to more arguments and more tickle fights. Alex would never admit to it, but I knew he enjoyed those tickle fights as much as I did.
During our senior year in high school things changed for Alex and me. I came into my own as a women and it was the first time in our 18 years
that Alex became aware I wasn't his twerpy little sister anymore. (Geez give a guy a five minute head start and you never live it down.)
I had finally developed and what God gave me turned a lot of heads. I had almost black hair, hazel eyes and my 36c boobs sat nicely on my athletic 125 lb. frame. I was shorter than Alex's 6'2 frame but at 5'9, I held my own very nicely. At that time, I had a few boyfriends but nothing to serious because all the guys knew I was Alex's sister, so they were careful not to step over any boundaries.
God the kind of pissed me off, they should have worried more about me kicking their asses then Alex. However, I didn't make a big deal out of it, because I was saving myself for the man that I loved. In my wildest dreams I never imagined it would be Alex.
Alex would bring his friends over and they would flirt with me. One time I even heard his buddies tell him how hot they thought I was and he said, "Dudes your getting close to stepping over the line. You are not talking about any normal girl, Zoey is my sister." I am not sure if it made him feel more protective or proud of me.
Anyway, after that I noticed Alex would stare at me more, especially when I wore only a t-shirt and panties. I didn't mind because I had a secret crush on Alex ever since I walked in on him taking a shower when we were in the tenth grade.
Alex never knew I was there, but boy did I notice him. He was 5'10 at the time and had a well toned body. I examined my brother throughly starting at his chestnut brown hair. It clung to his face as the water drenched his head. I noticed every muscle glistened as the water cascaded off of his body.
His pectoral muscles danced as he raised the washcloth and washed his nipples. I noticed the soap sliding down his back reaching his tight ass as he continued to groom himself. Alex dropped the soap, and my eyes widened as I saw his clean shavened balls peering between his thighs as he reached for the soap.
My heart began to beat faster, and I couldn't believe I was in awe of my own brother. The perfect male specimen right under my nose, and I never really noticed until that moment. My body began to react. I tried to stop it, after all Alex was my brother, but my body didn't care.
My nipples began to harden, and my bra felt as though it was two sizes too small. All I wanted was to rip off my clothes and join Alex in the shower, but my mind still has some semblance of control, and I stood my ground. I knew I shouldn't have been looking, but I couldn't tare my eyes away from his stone chiseled form. Then next thing I saw sent my aching body into a tale spin.
My eyes dropped to the organ protruding between his legs. I almost orgasmed right there and then. My legs went weak, and my mind loss all rational thought. I could feel the juices gather at the heart of my womanhood, and my hand slowly made it's way to my throbbing mound.
Alex had the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. All I wanted to do was to reach out and touch it. His pulsating rod had a large mushroom shaped head that was beginning to turn red with each stroke of Alex's hand. It was long and thick, and I wondered if my small hand could reach around it.
The longer I stood there watching Alex the more I yearned to have his hands on my young body. It took me a moment, but I finally realized Alex was not only showering but masturbating. He was using the soap to stimulate his cock. My eyes followed as his hand made it's way up and down his shaft. As I watched the scene unfold before me, my fingers matched Alex's movements perfectly going in and out of my dripping pussy.
Alex began moaning, and I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying out. "Yes baby don't stop, keep your mouth on my cock," I heard Alex say. He began to pump his cock faster and his breathing was getting heavier, so I knew he was getting closer to the climactic end of his journey. Alex let out a painful sounding squeal and began squirting his jism against the shower wall.