This is the continuing account of Athena and Max, fraternal twins who like to 'help each other out'. We now find them a few years later as they have gone on to college and how they struggle to keep their secret just that, a secret.
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I was bored to tears, almost literally. I never thought that the 'awesomeness' of having my own apartment would wear off, but it sure did, and in a hurry. My first two years of college I was mandated to live in the dorms, sort of an, an, 'exposing myself to life' as my mom and dad reasoned. I vehemently complained because all of my friends and frat brothers were living in apartments off campus, now I realized that in the dorms, there was always something to do because someone was always around. Here? Not the case.
"What a fucked up week!" I bitched to an empty apartment, switching to another TV station, some stupid talk show with fat people in lingerie throwing cake at each other. It was only Wednesday afternoon, so the programs would not be that award winning. Sighing, I clicked off the tube and tossed the remote aside.
Athena and I are going to try to finish school as soon as possible, so we will be renting this two bedroom apartment here in Austin for our final push as undergrads. We were just settling in as Longhorns for the Fall Semester of our junior year and still had a few boxes, mainly hers, that were full that needed to be unpacked. Athena wasn't here, she was at her Sorority house reacquainting with her sisters after a summer away, well, a summer away from them. Athena had stayed in Austin and went to the summer sessions, so, in actuality; she was just a few hours from being a senior. More power to her, she only had, oh, eight more years of school as a pre-med student!
I gave another theatrical sigh to the empty flat and started unpacking my last box, a box of pictures that dated back to my grade school days. Soon, I was completely lost in memories. I grabbed out a picture of my girlfriend Kristin and me. I caught myself. Ex-girlfriend. I felt a little pang in my heart at the thought of that...ex.
Kristin and my sister were best friends since they were in diapers, so I had known her all too well. We began dating in our senior year, she gave her virginity to me in a heated three way with my twin sister that, to this day, if I reflect on it for at least a moment, I need to relieve myself it was so hot.
Athena and I went to Austin for college and Kristin hit it big with a full ride academic scholarship to Oklahoma State. We tried the long distance relationship thing for two years via email, IM, cams and of course, the cell phones. I was determined to make it work, and I thought that she was as well.
This summer, not two weeks before we were to leave for our respective universities, I was over at Kristin's house, engaging in some serious love making. This particular session was pretty athletic, we had rolled around so much that the sheets had been kicked off of the bed and we were covered in sweat from out coupling, I was still hard and deep inside her, even though I had just shot my love deep into her womb. She looked so beautiful lying beneath me.
"I want to get married." I confessed, kissing her softly on the jaw line.
She looked almost dismayed.
"M-married?" She stammered.
"Yes, married!" I said, withdrawing from her swollen pussy, I could feel my cum splash out of her gash and trail from my penis to where it rested on her hip as I lay beside her.
Kristin stood and walked to her dresser, back to me and staring at the wall. She stood there for quite some time and I just waited for her to say something.
Finally, "I can't do this anymore, Max."
I knew that this conversation was going in this direction, yet it still hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Do what, Kris?" I tried to joke with her. "Fuck in your parents' house?"
She was not amused.
"Talk to me, girl! What are you talking about?" To my dismay, I could hear my voice going up an octave or two and adopting an almost pleading tone.
"Us, Maximus, this, this pseudo-relationship thing that we have going on." Kristin reasoned, finally turning to face me. I noticed wryly that I could see my dried cum trailing from her puffy bald pussy lips and over her enormous clit. She continued. "I am in Stillwater, you are in Austin...besides, Max, it tears me up inside that when you are with me, you aren't there, you are somewhere else."
"Is there someone else?" I bluntly asked.
"Does it fucking matter, Max? Does it?" Kristin yelled angrily. "You goddamn fucking fuck your fucking twin sister, my best friend, on a nightly basis, and you have the gall to ask me about someone else? Fuck you!"
She broke down into racking sobs. My heart wrenched for her.
She stood there in front of me and fought back the tears, then stared at the ceiling for a long moment before continuing.
"She has your heart, Max, not me. Not me."
I went to her and she resisted my attempt at a hug at first, but soon melted into my arms. I held her for a long time while we both cried. After what seemed like forever, we sat down on the bed and laid back, side by side, holding hands. We stayed like that for a good two hours, both of us nude, talking like we had never talked before. An in depth, heartfelt talk, my first real adult conversation.
She did have a suitor that was trying to woo her and that she liked in return. Kristin did confess that while she had not had sex with him, they had fooled around, and out of respect for me, she always stopped him. He was a nice guy, Max, you would like him, she said. We started out talking about us, the demise of our relationship, and then trailed off into a myriad of subjects. Finally, I rose and got dressed and she walked me to the door, and we kissed a final time before I turned and walked out of her life, romantically, anyway.
We waved farewell to each other as I backed out of the drive and I eased my car down the street, all the while, I felt terrible that I was having waves of relief wash over me. Kristin deserved better than me, I loved her, but I was fucked up and did not want to drag her down with me. She and my sister remained best friends, and Kristin and I would exchange emails from time to time. A few years later, Athena was Kristin's Maid Of Honor at her wedding to the same guy from OSU while my parents and I observed from the pews. She and her husband settled back in Dallas and had a good life. Kids, house, good careers, I was happy for her.
I put the picture back into the box and removed a few of my parents, a couple of my sister and arranged them around the room before I closed the box back up and set it in my closet. I sat on my bed and released a theatrical sigh, lying back on the bed to take a nap. Athena would be back before long, and I knew that she wanted to hit up 6th Street tonight in order to get her hard partying out of the way before her classes started and absorbed all of her time. That bitch could drink, and when she did, especially with her sorority sisters, things could and sometimes would get out of hand. I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to a head rattling racket in the kitchen, dishes rattling, and voices. I groggily rushed out of my room to ascertain the reason for the din and was greeted not only by my sister, but some of her sorority sisters, a couple of buddies and...
"You motherfucker, Maxie Pad!" A voice bellowed to my left and before I could even react, I was swept up in arms of steel and lifted off of my feet.
"Paulie The Magic Dragon!" I laughed. It was my frat little brother Paul DeCillo, a dark Italian guy who was absolutely huge. I think that he majored in Muscle. His favorite movie was Goodfellas and he insisted that everyone call him Paulie and he used a Bronx accent, even though he was from Lubbock. The 'Magic Dragon' moniker came to him in his freshman year at UT when he got baked then streaked through the frat house showing everyone at that particular mixer his massive tool. It had to be a foot long it was so big, fucking thing looked like he had attached an oversized aerosol can to his groin. Needless to say, he became quite popular with the ladies when the news spread. "How did you get bigger since the last time that I saw you, you big fuck?"
He stretched out to his full 6'5" and hit a double biceps pose. His arms looked like freaks, his muscles had muscles. This guy was the closest thing that I had ever seen to a dude in those bodybuilding magazines.
