Twin Passions

It helped that she was so wet, even though it was strange to see some blood marring his beautiful cock. She swallowed, not watching his member and her sex press together, her eyes instead on him. There was such love and exquisite agony upon her face, and her hands moved to his jaw, holding him with such reverence.

“You feel so right,” she whimpered softly, nerves combating her words.

Zach’s brows melted and he looked to her so softly, so needfully. “You feel more perfect than I imagined you would,” he said in a husky whine, conjuring such images of this golden beauty of a man fantasizing about her–his sister–time and time again as his beast of a cock strained and tortured him. It didn’t now though, for he slowly continued to pump that thick girth into her, sliding its veiny length in and out of her slick, deflowered petals.

She was so tight, even with the moisture of her cunny. That need for him was making her burn hot against his shaft, throbbing and tugging on him. The sun was dipping lower and lower and it made both of them look so much lovelier as they rut in the sand, their bodies intermingled with such love and passion.

It was agony and beauty combined into one, taboo ecstasy that threatened them both.

Zach couldn’t possibly have held on long in the face of such excessive pleasure, and as his round, hard ass rose up for the last time he gasped. Plunging down he quaked, his hard, sculpted body shaking, eyes fluttering shut, the whole of him seized by more pleasure than he could handle. It was exquisite to watch him as he came, pumping his seed into his sister's tight, waiting depths, and there was so much of it. It was a seemingly endless stream of his rich cream to add to her honey slickness and crimson virginal blood.

She gasped, her eyes widening, and yet she didn’t try to push him away. She should have. She would have been smart to, but the way her body trembled against him made her wonder if she wanted this too. To feel his cock spurt within her, to see his body contort with such need atop of hers. The way her pussy clenched and massaged him and her mouth dropped apart seemed to point to yes.

When at last the overwhelming sensations seemed to fade, Zach quivered and kissed her. “Sorry,” he murmured so apologetically, “so sorry sis,” and it was sin-cere. He knew what he’d done was reckless, dangerous, and there was remorse on his voice. But even amidst the remorse, she never felt him soften, no, that thick shaft instead slipped back then pushed in again. He began to pump himself into her sodden cunt as if he’d never cum at all, resuming his growing thrusts.

She whimpered, but it wasn’t in agony or anger. Even though tears streamed from her eyes, it seemed only happiness and love flooded her, and the way she clung to him was so needy. She didn’t let him go, her body wrapping around him as she kept begging him in again and again. She loved him, and she wanted this more than either of them could reconcile. She wanted him. Her twin, her lover.

His motions grew faster, harder. The virility of youth pushed him on as he wetly slapped against her, his sizable balls making such a sound against her round ass. All the while he watched her as their golden-brown bodies moved in unison, such a picture of perfect harmony. “Oh god sis,” he groaned, clutching her breast with one hand and sliding the others fingers through her hair, “you are so perfect. I waited for you for so long... and it was worth it,” he whimpered with lust, his cock never losing any of its rigidity as he thrust down into her.

The threat of pregnancy was so much more real out here, alone and without birth control or doctors, yet she never tried to stop him. Never pushed him away, and the way her mouth and lips pressed against his spoke to her not c

aring. Even with that risk, it wasn’t enough for her to want him to stop fucking her.

Rubbing his fingers through her hair along her scalp and pumping his cock into her, all Zach could think about was wanting to remain within her forever. Nothing felt so right as being balls deep inside his sister’s once-virginal cunt, and he never wanted it to end. Never wanted to have to pull out of her and cease the pleasurable rubbing of their loins.

The wet slapping, the increased groaning. It was all building up again, and she could feel him swell so rapidly, his cock so rigid as it seemed he brought himself up to another release inside her. He had to gasp for air between their lips as his fingers dug hard into her firm breast. Her cunny milked him of his risk laden seed, clenching his cock so tightly, begging her twin brother to cum in her.

Her nipple was hard against his palm and she moaned so wantonly in that half pain, half pleasure tone that just begged for more. Her body arched and her arms wrapped around him as the hot breath grew between them, the beach retaining the heat from the sun even as darkness spread around them.

She could feel him tug away, as if trying to pull out, but the strong grip of her firm, athletic legs wouldn’t relent, not fast enough. Not even if she wanted to. Instead, with a loud cry, he shuddered and crested another climax, resigning himself to cumming inside her. His dick expanded in its release so lewdly, spewing such a thick load so soon after the last.

The second of his climaxes seemed to grip him more than the first, and it was a thing of beauty to see his face contort in such ecstasy, all because of her. All be-cause they finally got what their two bodies, so alike, so similar, truly needed.

When finally he lay atop her, sensitive and spent, his body twitching every time she shifted, her mouth came against his again, her nose nuzzling his as they kissed so long on the beach of paradise. Brother inside sister, sister wrapped around brother, both of their tanned, beautiful bodies finally at peace.

That smile on her face and the glint in her eyes spoke only of good things to come.

2

-Part 2-

The sun was high overhead, though the fronds blocked out most of its light from Zach’s shoulders. He was watching the mother boar tend to her piglets. Watching and thinking.

If he had a way to spear one of them, Zahra and him could eat boar meat for days. Could even maybe dry it out and have it as some kind of jerky for a while. It wasn’t as if food were in short supply for them, not at all. The island was lush with fruit and fish. But seeing these animals he began to think of other possibilities. Suddenly having meat never seemed so important.

He began to turn and leave when the snuffling ceased, then abruptly grew loud. He didn’t need to look back to know the large boar was charging him, and he took off. Back in civilization Zach had been an athlete, and his tan, golden skin still wrapped tightly about firm, hard muscle that carried him through the jungle trees quickly.

Breathing hard he knew he was keeping ahead of the boar, but as time went on he’d entered into an area of the island he wasn’t familiar with. He stumbled, but that made him only move on faster, throwing more of his strength into the run. His shaggy blonde hair bounced about his head as he made way through the shrubs.

He wasn’t sure the boar was still chasing when he tripped over a rock and fell, but the fall was terrifying.

Toppling below he went crashing into a hidden grotto, snagging himself on branches as he went. They scraped at his hard flesh and tore at his shorts but when he hit bottom... it was with a splash.

Fresh water was what he tasted. Fresh and crystal clear. Even as he shook with fright at the whole incident that thought occurred to him. Though second came the sheer beauty of where he had landed.

The lagoon he’d fallen into was amidst a recess in the ground, whose sides rose several meters, except where the stream broke through to a path that headed through the dirt and into the ground, seemingly its final destination.

It was perfect, he realized. Even as the adrenaline pumped through him and he stood up from the lagoon, water cascading off his stunning physique, leaving him shiny and spectacular, he brushed his long blonde hair back and marvelled at it all. The waterfall on the opposing end was stunning. The overhand a perfect place to hide out from the sun or rain.