Twin Passions

“I’m not,” he insisted a bit too vehemently. Though he got up and went to her, sat down in the sand and put his arms around her. “Don’t you see, sis? It’s the opposite,” he pulled her in against him and kissed her head. “I wanna do something more long term. Permanent,” he stated.

He took a breath and his chest swelled, his voice sounding more certain. “I’m with you for good, sis. Which means I’m gonna set us up with a better home. A good home. Where you won’t have to worry about getting the fresh water, or cleaning up. It’ll all be there. And you’ll be safe,” he kissed her again, his voice having grown lower. “Trust me. I’ve thought about this a lot,” he said with a broad, self-confident smile.

“A lot? Zach, you just found it,” she said softly, her hand stroking against his. She felt so warm against his flesh, like she’d been tanning all afternoon. “We’ve been here since the start, we’re safe here, aren’t we? And then if people come looking for us...”

He pulled her against him tight, his two strong arms about her athletic form, holding her close as he kissed her temple, her cheek. “Fuck ‘em,” he said, though he knew that wasn’t the right response immediately. “We’ll leave something here as a sign,” he insisted. “I’ve thought of everything, don’t worry,” he assured in a husky, masculine voice, deeper than she was used to him speaking in, though he rubbed her with his two hands and held her affectionately as he said it.

He knew she loved him. She’d said as much, confessed to him just the day prior that she had deep feelings for him, and she’d never been with another man. Not until him.

Still, even as she rubbed his hands he could tell she was uncertain, skeptical. “How about you take me there and we’ll talk about it. Decide together.”

That never would’ve bothered him before, though now...

He sat there with her in his arms, his arousal gone now, though he kissed her tenderly. “You’ll see,” he insisted, tacitly giving in without quite saying it.

He’d spent the bulk of the night working on a project. Using a knife and a pole from the old ship, Zach had tried to fashion a spear. He wasn’t quite satisfied it would hold up to actual use with the boar yet, but he’d work on it, he decided. With a few quick motions he tested it out against one the nearby trees, slashing and stabbing to test how tightly the implement was bound.

She’d gone swimming until it became too dark, and then padded around restlessly, watching him work before getting frustrated and walking into the small hut, then out once more. It wasn’t like Zahra to be bored, and she usually had no trouble filling her time, even on the isolated island. Her twin knew her so well, though, and when she plumped down on the beach behind him, he knew something was on her mind.

“Zach, you think they’re gonna find us?” she asked in a small voice.

He looked to her, his brows furrowed. It bothered her to see her upset, but he pushed it aside, stuck his makeshift spear into the sand and sat beside her, putting her arm around her. “Oh sis,” he said in a deep voice. “Even if they don’t, we always have each other,” he said reassuringly. He tugged her close and kissed her neck, nuzzling beneath her ear. “So either way this goes, there ain’t nothin’ to worry about. Either back home, or here on a tropical paradise, we’ll do great.”

She nodded and relaxed against him, her hand resting on his thigh casually. He was so nude and exposed, but she only worried he’d hurt himself somehow. The little bit of clothes she wore, that was her little piece of armour, of protection. “It’s just...” she said softly, but didn’t finish.

The nudity she saw as weakness made him feel more in command, more powerful. Like he had nothing to hide. “Go on, sis,” he urged, his hands stroking over her smooth, tan flesh, on up to the side of her chest, skirting her breast as he held her.

“Zach, what if we get sick? Or if we get pregnant?” For all her bravado only a day ago about being immune to illness after surviving the epidemic that passed through their small community, she was frightened of it now.

Or, at least, that was the cover for her real concern.

Zach, however, was immune to such worries. “Hey now,” he urged, squeezing her in tighter against him. “We’re invincible, remember?” he smiled brightly and pulled her face up towards his. “You and me? Ain’t two more healthy and gorgeous people alive, sis,” he declared with a toothy grin.

Pregnancy didn’t bother him. Not like he thought it might’ve. And he knit his fingers through her blonde hair, pulled her close as he leaned in to kiss her on the lips. It was a sweet and romantic thing, and his one hand gently slid from her side to her breast, those strong fingers clasped the firm mound.

She was so soft against him, so eager, yet she felt her fingers go to his chest and push him away, her twin eyes meeting his. “Zach, we gotta be careful,” she pleaded, sealing his answer with a kiss. She had no doubt he’d respect her request, for he’d always been that type of man.

The push away shocked him, he wasn’t expecting her to rebuff him, and he looked at her with wide, blinking eyes.

It took a moment for him to get over that, and he softened his expression again, reached up and stroked a hand across her cheek and through her hair. “You’re so full of worry, Zahra. That’s not like you,” he said, not quite closing the distance put between them. “You don’t need to though. You can leave the worrying to me. Trust me,” he urged in a husky voice.

She laughed, her fingers squeezing his thigh, “I know. It’s just... weird. Isn’t it weird?”

With her fingers so near to his manhood, and so near to something romantic, his shaft was full and hard. How quickly he’d lost his embarrassment about that. “It’s only weird if we d

ecide it’s weird,” he said confidently, a broad smile on his face as he moved back in, slipping into the embrace. “It’s just you and me now,” and his hand was upon her breast again, feeling her over the thin material of her gold bra.

She breathed in deep as he felt that fleshy mound, her body shifting towards him as her mouth found his once more. She still tasted of the melon they had for dessert and it was so cool and refreshing as the sun set behind them. “I just...” she breathed out against his lips. “It’s scary. First times and all that.”

“I know,” he husked, his strong arms tilting her back towards the sand slowly as he moved over her. Kissing her lips again with soft smacks he squeezed her breast and raised a leg over, prying it between her pair as that thick, hard shaft rested against her hip and stomach.

Her heart was pounding and her body was flushed a deep red beneath that rich tan. Her flaxen hair flowed about her head like an angelic aura, and the sounds and scents of the beach surrounded them. It was like an exotic, romantic getaway and she finally let herself relax, her mouth finding his more urgently.

With his knee pressed to the sand between her thighs he slipped over her. He was no more used to this than she was, but with how he acted, one could never have guessed. He took over, got atop her. His fingers pulled back the gold material of her top and took hold of the bare flesh beneath. He moaned aloud, and murmured, “sis” as he wedged in between her thighs and ground his hard cock against her covered slit.

She’d asked him not to call her his lover, yet that word was even stranger. She didn’t know where they stood, what side of the spectrum, but they were both and it made her uncomfortable. She loved him, but the feeling still made her stomach roil. “Zach,” she murmured as her breasts were freed, those beautiful tits spilling into his hand. They were so perfectly shaped, almost made for him.

They were made for him.