I woke up to find Maddy climbing out of my bed, her hand over my mouth. "Quiet," she whispered. "We don't want to wake anyone up."
For a second or so, I was nonplussed, and then, as consciousness returned more fully, I remembered that I'd just shared a late-night fuck with my twin sister after she'd snuck into my room. Mom and Dad were asleep in their own room, only a few yards down the hall. Figuring that I must have made some noise when she'd started moving, I nodded agreement into her hand and she removed her hand. I looked at the clock. It read 1:38. We'd been asleep for a little more than an hour.
She continued, "We fell asleep. Good thing we have small beds." Maddy and I each had one of a pair of twin beds, and things had been a little crowded when we'd fallen asleep. "It woke me up before Mom or Dad did." She bent down and kissed me; it was just a peck, but I enjoyed it. "I've got to sneak back into my own room before the shit hits the fan."
She turned to gather her things from where she'd dropped them on the floor. It was too dark to fully appreciate watching her slip into them, but I did my best. When she had them on, she bent over to kiss me again; I took the opportunity to caress a tit. Then she turned and tiptoed to the door. Quietly, she opened the door a crack and stood there, ear to the opening. Satisfied that no one else was up, she slipped through the door and closed it, noiselessly, behind her. A second or two later, there was a slight creak from the hall floor. That was the only noise I heard from her, though I did hear a car pass on the street outside and a train whistle blow in the distance. I soon got tired of listening and closed my eyes. It wasn't long before I was asleep again.
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It was late when I woke up that Sunday morning—unusual, but not especially so for a Sunday: around ten. I got up, got dressed, and went downstairs to find folks hanging out around the house. Mom and Maddy had their noses in books; Dad was reading the Sunday newspaper.
"Hi, sleepyhead," Mom greeted me as I stepped into the living room, where she and Maddy were both reading. "Must've been a long week to make you sleep so late on a Sunday."
"Well, yeah," I said. "I guess it was." I couldn't very well admit that I'd slept so late because I'd been awake for an hour or so in the middle of the night in order to fuck my twin sister when she'd gotten home from her Saturday night date. I looked over at Maddy. It might have been my imagination, but I thought I saw Maddy cringe a little.
She gave me a sidelong look that neither Mom nor Dad could see; it plainly said, "We've got to find a way to talk to each other."
Seeing that I wasn't in the mood to be teased about sleeping in so late, Mom subsided and went back to her book. I made my way into the kitchen to get something to eat.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and took a sip. Knowing that lunch was just a couple of hours away, I didn't want to eat much; just something to take the edge off. I found a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and a jar of jelly. I found myself a seat at the kitchen table, and I was working on my PB & J when Maddy came into the kitchen with an empty coffee cup. She poured more coffee into the cup and sat down at the table beside me with it, making sure that I saw her examining my half-eaten sandwich.
"Mmm," she said, loudly and sarcastically. "PB & J. What a meal!" Maddy hated peanut butter. She held one hand to her ear and pointed toward the living room with her other. Her meaning was clear; what she'd said was meant to keep Mom and Dad from figuring out why she was
really
in the kitchen.
I gave her the "thumbs-up" sign as I said, "Actually, it's pretty good. And lunch is only a couple of hours away."
She whispered, "We need to talk. Privately." And then she said out loud, "Well, enjoy."
I nodded and thumbs-upped again, and replied, "I am." And, as she got up to leave the kitchen, I said, "Looks like the weather's pretty bad." It was cloudy and gray outside, and the snow that had fallen the day before showed no signs of melting. I continued, "Why don't we work on our calculus this afternoon?"
"I guess we could," she said, sounding reluctant. But she smiled at me and returned the thumb signal before going on, still with feigned regret dripping from her voice, "I can't think of anything more exciting to do. And it sure wouldn't hurt to get in a little extra time on it."
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It was a little after one when we and our calculus books got together in Maddy's room that afternoon. Mom was still reading in the living room, and Dad was at the kitchen table working on the monthly bills, so they were conveniently out of the way—though we sure couldn't afford to noises that could arouse any suspicion.
We sat down next to each other and arranged our study materials on the desk so that, in the unlikely event that a parent came upstairs and walked past Maddy's door, it would look like we were hard at work studying—as advertised. As we finished arranging things, Maddy said, not quite whispering, but not loudly enough to be heard downstairs, "I'm sorry. We shouldn't have fucked last night."
"No, " I agreed, keeping my voice down in like manner, "we shouldn't have. We weren't going to do that again." I grinned at her. "But I'm not any sorrier than I've been about the first time.'
She grinned back. "It sure was good," she said. "I guess I'm not very sorry about it, either."
"Yeah," I agreed, putting my hand on her thigh and stroking. "What happened? I mean, before what I already know happened?"
She looked down at my hand, and placed hers on top of it. But she made no effort to stop me. "I'm not sure," she said, still looking down at our hands. "I really needed it when I got home last night. I guess it was just..." she paused and looked me in the eye. She went on, "...just being close to an attractive guy all night made me horny. But he still didn't want to touch me the way you like to. He did kiss me last night, but it was just a peck." She paused again, and moved her hand from where it still rested on mine to rest on my thigh. And, just as I was stroking her thigh, she started stroking mine. After a long wait, during which we each stroked up and down the other's thigh, she finished, "He did hold me against himself when he kissed me. He's never done that before. But his dick was soft, even when I pushed against him. Other guys have always been hard when we did that. But still, it made me need to fuck." Her look became even more earnest as she said that.
"Did that make you feel unwanted again," I asked.
She smiled. "No," she said, "you took care of that for me. I knew where I could find a cock whose owner would put in me, and you didn't disappoint me about that. Even though we'd agreed that we weren't going to do it again."
I smiled back. "Any time," I said. "Any time for my twin sister."
Her smile disappeared, and the earnest look came back. "No," she said. "Not any time. It's too dangerous. We just can't keep doing it with each other. I know last night was my fault, and I'm sorry I did that to you, even if I'm not very sorry that I did
that
with you."
"I'm not sorry, either. It's so good with you," I replied. "But you weren't going to seduce me."
"I said I wouldn't seduce you
after school,
" she answered. "And I didn't." She grinned at me, saying, "I didn't say anything about after midnight. And we didn't even break the Pants Rule."
She had a point, I had to agree. Two points, in fact. But I wasn't going to let her distract me from the main issue. "Okay," I said, "But we fucked when we said we weren't going to. What about our agreement? We probably still shouldn't do that. And for sure we shouldn't fuck like that when Mom and Dad are so nearby. They'll catch us if we keep that up."
She thought, and then said, "You're right. Brothers and sisters can't fuck each other the way we've been doing. They just can't. And especially when Mom and Dad might catch us at it. We shouldn't do that at all, I guess." She paused before adding, "Even when we really want to." She moved her hand from my thigh to my crotch, where it took her almost no time at all to find my cock—which was, of course, hard, not just from the way we'd been touching each other, but also from thinking about what we'd done during the night.
