Twin Passions

“God, is this why you never brought girls home? I just figured you’d know how hard I’d grill them to make sure they treated you right,” she said in that soft, almost dreamlike tone. It was a beautiful picture, the two tanned, blonde siblings holding one another in front of the setting sun over the endless waves.

Zach couldn’t help but throb against her; that was nature and instinct acting of its own accord. Otherwise he was sweet and tender, stroking a hand over her back and along her shoulder. “I tried not to think about it back then,” he confessed, “but yeah, I think so.”

His lips kissed softly beneath her ear, “I just wanted more time with you... always. From the moment I first desired women, it was you I wanted to be around, sis.” They swayed and stepped back and forth upon the sand with their nuzzling and touches, “This time together was just a blessing... space to let me come to terms with how I felt for you.”

“I always noticed. I mean since getting here,” she whispered. “I just figured that couldn’t be helped. That it was just ‘cause you were a boy and I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she paused and swallowed, and her voice was so quiet it was barely audible over the birds and the waves that sang and crashed around them, “I didn’t want to hope.”

Zach stilled then, for her words confirmed something more precious and meaningful to him than he would’ve dared hope. He needed a moment to calm his blood, to let that sink in as he slowly moved along her cheek until their lips aligned.

He kissed her there for the first time, plush and full, no more skirting her mouth sheepishly. His tongue snaked out to lap at her gingerly as he squeezed her body in against his, those full breasts mashed against his hard pecs.

It was so much, their youthful bodies so warm and wanting as her arms encircled him. She tugged him nearer and her mouth worked against his so much more frantically. It wasn’t the thoughtful, careful motions of him. Instead it was passion unleashed, her hand working up along his neck and into his hair, feeling him out so eagerly.

It felt wrong to be doing this, Zach realized, but the rightness of it outweighed that. It was so much better to give in, to let his hands slide over her body, feel out her flesh and move down to palm a cheek and squeeze than it was to resist and be a good brother.

As her excitement grew, so did his, and he gave a low groan as he kissed her back passionately. He was barely even aware of it as his free hand stroked along her spine to find the clasp of her bra, undoing it in his lusty haze as his manhood swelled and pulsed so rapidly.

Her arms slipped from the lacy material and she let it cling between them, that fabric pressed against his chest and hanging on so tenaciously between those hard muscles and her large chest. It wasn’t until she pulled away from his mouth that she let it fall, and her eyes were on his as she took a step back, letting him look at her in her topless glory. Her nipples had already hardened, and the breasts barely budged from her bra. They were so firm and youthful, even at their size, and they had the perfect little dip to them above her firm stomach.

The stare he gave, that obscene throb of his cock, it all spoke of his desire. How he’d yearned to gaze on her in the nude, to catch glimpses of her when he could. To see her like this though, was beyond his hopes. “Dammit sis,” he said, shaking his head, those eyes so wide and wanting. “How could I ever want anyone else?” he asked, unable to tear his eyes away.

It was a struggle to regain his senses enough to break from his immobile stare, but in fairness, he pulled down his worn orange shorts, letting the tight fabric peel away until he was standing completely nude.

It was one thing to know of his desire for her, to see it through his shorts, but there, before her, fully exposed was another. It was so large, so thickly full of arousal that its veins bulged lewdly, what she could see of its crown from its par-tially peeled back foreskin so angrily dark. It bobbed beneath a tuft of his blonde pubic hair as he moved back towards her. “I’ll never want anyone but you,” he promised.

It was her turn to stare, her eyes dipping down and her mouth parting in such need and desire. He had no idea if she was still a virgin. She had boyfriends, more than a couple, but they only lasted a couple of weeks before she was over them and back to doing her own thing with her girlfriends. Or him. Mostly him.

Her hands found his shoulders again as she gazed up at him, feeling that thick member throb against her hard stomach. “Damnit, Zach,” she murmured. “It’s not like we have goddamned condoms out here.”

He seemed to visibly wince at that reminder, even as his hands stroked across her backside to her ass and along the side of her generous breast. How supple and firm it felt, it was exquisite. He could never have dreamt of a better pair of breasts, he decided, his thumb skirting her nipple as he rubbed.

Zach kissed her cheek, her lips, looking to her with his wide, wanting eyes. “What’ll we do then?” he asked, his thumb hooking in her panties and tugging down so achingly slow, dragging the lacy material over the firm swell of her ass cheeks. “I need you so bad, sis. All my life I’ve needed you. And now? Knowing you’ve wanted me too...” he shook his head, “I don’t think I can put ‘us’ off any longer.”

She stepped

out of it, her body so deliciously nude before him. He could see the tanline of her panties, but it was only then he realized that there was no such dif-ference along her breasts and that she must have been tanning topless when he wasn’t around. It was agony to think of missing such a thing, of coming upon her on the beach and seeing her so exposed, but this was even better. The way he could feel her body against his, the real flesh and blood, the same flesh and blood, rushing through her.

“We’ll figure it out,” she murmured as her mouth pressed to his once more, silencing him.

He met her kiss with such a fury of passion, as if their combined nudities had sealed fate and he was resigned to it completely now, without reservations. All about her his hands moved, feeling out her smooth, tan flesh, groping and squeezing her round buttocks and firm, large tit.

It was such lust driven need, and he gripped her body, pushing her down towards the sand. As their tongues danced, and they made out in such a frenzy, he was desperate to have her, to get her down onto her back and be atop of her hard body. He groaned out, ‘sis’ in the midst of their kissing, shameless in his nudity and passion as that well hung cock swelled against her.

Her body sank under his weight and she gasped, her face contorting in need and awareness, her body writhing against him despite it. “You can’t ever tell,” she begged him as her hips angled towards him so needily. They’d been out here alone for so long, neither of them was thinking that clearly. Not in the paradise, secluded from society and their judgments. It was just them and the remnants of their teachings from before, the unspoken taboos that they were so dangerously close to spitting on.

With her down before him like that, her body displayed on offering, he twisted his own torso, dragging the underside of that thick girth along her slit. “I will keep any secret, do any thing, as long as I can have you,” he responded. He held himself up over her with one hand, refusing to let go of her breast with the other as he began to push that bulging tip against her folds, pressing that large cock down into her.

He didn’t have a basis for comparison, but the way she whimpered and winced below him made it so obvious, even if she was trying to be strong. Even if she was trying to treat this as if it was only a big deal because he was her twin and because those perfect, tanned bodies should never intermingle, she was giving him something she’d given no one else before. As his hips pressed in just a bit further she let out a gasp of air, her head tilting back as she squirmed into the sand, the clasp in her hair falling out.

That only made this so much more satisfying. “You saved it for me,” he said in a groaning gasp, the sensations nearly overwhelming him. For he was no more experienced than her in this. He was as virginal as she, and as he sank down into her, erasing their innocence in the most depraved, taboo of manners, he shook with the pleasure of it, moaning lewdly as her quim gripped his thick girth.

Her eyes watered and her cheeks flushed as he pointed her prior virginity out, her head tilted to the side as she tried to breath through the pain. All the while she coaxed him in, though, her body opening for him like a flower in the sunlight. “Zach, gentle,” she pleaded, her tight body so delicate after the tearing of her hymen.

He was as new to this as she was, and in his excited haste he wasn’t aware of how rough he had been, his bulbous crown having hit the back of her depths before he could ease off at her warning. “S-sorry sis,” he murmured, leaning in and kissing her lips softly, even as he clutched her breast and throbbed with desire inside her deflowered cunt. “I’ve never done this before either,” he confessed to her, breathing so heavily.

Her eyes caught his and there was such love there. It was something so special for her, for surely she figured her brother would have long ago given it up. To have thought of him suffering through puberty alone with how often she’d caught him awkwardly readjusting himself while watching t.v. or playing games together was heartbreaking and... exciting.

Their well-tanned forms lay intermingled in the sand so beautifully, his thickness splaying her vaginal folds as his legs lay parted atop her. It took him effort just to resist his nature, but he kissed her soothingly upon the lips. “I told you... I could never see me with anyone but you,” and she could tell it was true. Those emerald eyes of his could never get a lie past her, and there was nothing but truth in them as he began to slowly pull back and push in again, such short movements, so slow but so needful.