Twin Passions

Except for how that reminder made his cock throb inside her, that was.

She rolled into him and for a moment he dreaded the thought that she’d woken up, that she was going to tell him to stop, or be careful, but luck was on his side. She’d had a hard day, his twin. She yelled at him for so long about hurting her throat until finally she exhausted herself, tears still on her face. She hadn’t pushed him away when he spooned into her, though, and how could she stay mad at him?

He was the only one she had. No matter what he did, the bonds they shared would hold them together. And if not, well, she didn’t have any other choices.

His strong hand pet her breast, and he couldn’t help but quicken his pace in her cunt a little more. The lewd, perverse thoughts filling his head making it so much more pleasurable. She was already slick, silken joy to feel.

He knew, once she was swollen with her brother’s child, she’d get over her worries. Her inhibitions. He just had to get her there to that point... and his cock throbbed inside her as his release approached inside her slumbering body. That hand of his clenched her tight a little too tight, squeezing that hard nipple atop it as he moved.

She groaned at the sharp, sudden sensation, but her mind was still hazy. She murmured some half word and shifted, feeling his chest against her shoulders before she could make sense of the rest. She should have known, she should have immediately understood what he was doing, but instead a weak ‘huh?’ was the only thing she could manage.

He stilled his rutting, but what was already set in motion was too late to stop. As he cuddled her naked form against himself, his cock spasmed, and it disgorged such a thick, generous load of his virile, young seed. Despite his stillness, it was one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had, and he filled her with that rich cum, pumping it directly to her uttermost depths, coating that barrier of her cervix.

She was barely aware of what that jerking meant, but her body stiffened against him.

It was a long few moments before she spoke, and he thought she’d fallen asleep once more with how deep her breathing had gotten. Instead, she murmured in a sleepy voice, “Zach, why’d you do that?”

He was caught. But he didn’t show anything but control as he squeezed her in his arms and kissed her neck. “It’s what’s for the best, sis,” he murmured in his post coital voice. “You have to let go.”

“I told you not to,” she said, but it didn’t sound like she was going to break into tears, at least. “You betrayed my trust.”

“No sis,” he said firmly, and his still hard cock was lodged inside her. “I’m doing what’s best for you. For us,” and his strong grip held her tight. “We’ve left the world behind. For good. It’s time you got a grip on that,” he husked. “There’s no going back. We’re gonna make a life... a family, for ourselves here.”

There was another few moments of quiet, but then her breathing slowed. She relaxed against him, and he had no idea how, but she’d fallen back asleep, even with his cock softening from her wet sex.

Maybe she thought it was all a dream. Or maybe, he hoped, she’d finally accepted it.

As he settled into the sleep himself he murmured, “This is how it’ll be from now on.”

Zach wiped the sweat from his brow. Crouched in the hot bushes the heat seemed unbearable. Though perhaps it was equal parts stress and exhaustion. The boar had chased him once, but things hadn’t quite worked out as planned.

He got away from the big beast, but she might still be around. Still stalking him, because he hadn’t gotten that far from her piglets.

With the spear grasped tightly in his hand he stored up his courage. He had to do this, he told himself. Had to return back to Zahra with the dead boar in tow to prove he could provide for her. Do anything necessary.

The sound of snuffling emanated from behind him and he knew she was nearby.

There was no more time for hesitation, and he spun around and up, brandishing his spear. She saw him then clearly, a good three dozen meters off and getting ready to charge. “Come get me if you can,” he bellowed and slashed with his spear before abruptly turning and running.

His hard raced, his naked, toned body pumping its muscles as he tore through the jungle. He could hear the boar hot on his tail and knew if he wasn’t smart as well as quick she’d be on him.

Time almost slowed for him, the heat of the midday sun pounding upon him, the humidity in the jungle so high he was practically drinking the air rather than breathing it.

He heard her closing in on him, knew he was running out of time. But then...

He leapt!

The boar crashed into the wall of spears he’d created, goring herself with a loud, piercing shriek.

A good couple hours were passed by the time Zahra saw Zach hauling the large boar into the grotto. Blood was on his hands and spattered lightly about his nude, bronzed form. Despite the frightening scene, he looked triumphant. The exhaustion of a long day of exertion not showing as he hauled his prize before her and leaned on his spear.

“How come you have all the fun?” she asked, but he could see something lingering beneath that sarcastic smile and annoyed stare. She was proud of him, happy for his success, but still she clung to the ways of the past, how they treated one another under their parents roof.

It wasn’t going to be an easy transformation, it felt, yet she hadn’t said anything about his moonlit indiscretions. She moved towards him and touched her hand to his bicep, wincing a bit, “It’s already dry. You gotta go for a swim while I clean her up.”

Zahra had never shied from dirty work, or from preparing animals. She’d always been pretty rough and tumble, even though she got along well with her girlfriends. She just managed to walk that line of being likeable.

Zach grinned toothily but kissed her hard as he grabbed hold of her arms, heedless of the messy state he was in. “Just providing for you,” he husked so deeply, and she felt his manhood prod against her own tan flesh, the thrill of the hunt left him aroused and hard still.