And so this is Xmas
“What are we going to get Mom for Christmas?” Kenny asked, “This is the first time she has been without Dad for years.”
“Don’t remind me,” Zarla replied to her twin brother, “The first Christmas without Dad for all of us.”
“But we still got each other.”
“I know, but this is not a good time for us,” Zarla went on, “I know, we can’t keep grieving forever, but it has only been 51 weeks on Christmas Day.”
Kenny reflected that yes, New Years Day would never mean the same for them. Dad’s car was hit on the freeway by a drunk which sent him spinning out of control into the rear bogey of a Mack truck. He didn’t stand a chance, and it was all over before he knew what hit him, the cops had told them. Small comfort and seriously tacky. The woman driving the car pleaded Not Guilty to Murder, under the “Watson” laws, but was found guilty. with a third conviction. She showed no remorse, no emotions whatsoever so got the maximum penalty, 15 to life, and that is just not enough, the kids thought. While they felt they were coping, they knew that Mom was only going through the motions.
After a lot of discussion, they decided on a simple necklace. Mom always like silver things. Dad’s Life Insurance, his employer’s Insurance, and a range of successful investments left them well off, even after expenses, taxes, duties and settlement fees were taken out. They were mortgage free, which is no mean feat these days. They weren’t rich but Dad made sure they wouldn’t have to worry about money, as long as they were careful and clever. At thirteen years old, the twins were fatherless, grieving and driven closer than they had been before.
Mom had a birth control implant placed in her Zarla’s arm on her fifteenth birthday and had it replaced every year. Mom told her that pregnancy was something no-one wanted to worry about. Zarla hadn’t got it at first but then after her first boyfriends she was really grateful that was an issue that Mom had understood and did something about without having to be pressured into it.
The night that Zarla had sex for the first time, some three months after getting the implant, she felt the sting of her hymen popping and then her boyfriend’s cock filling her pussy. An immediate vision of Ken came her mind, and a regret that it wasn’t him she was having sex with. Zarla squashed that thought quickly. She knew it was wrong, but even so, she didn’t have the slightest trace of disgust at her regret, if anything, it made her even more receptive to the cock that had invaded her love canal.
Over the next two years, she revisited that vision again and again. Every time she had sex, no matter who the guy was, it was always like she wanted Ken right there, fucking her. She pictured him on top of her, under her, behind her, his cock in her mouth, in her pussy and once, up her ass. She knew that if Ken was to catch her in the shower, she wouldn’t mind a bit, she wanted to fuck him. She knew that she never would.
Their Senior school year was finishing. Finals were over, a Prom had been and gone, they finished with high school. This year too, they celebrated their eighteenth birthdays. For the first time, Zarla recognized that being separated from Ken was going to be quite difficult for her. In the past it wasn’t an issue but now it was going to be a reality, Zarla was quite shaken by the thought they would be so far apart. She looked at her brother as the man he now was, not the brother she had always had. It made her insides tremble.
Zarla berated herself for being so stupid, he was her brother. Okay, closer to her than any other male had ever been emotionally, she thought, they couldn’t get any closer with their clothes on and she pushed that thought aside. Thinking back though, all those times when she really felt that clothes should not be a barrier, it came back. Now it was changing, Ken was leaving and she didn’t know what the future held.
Zarla wasn’t interested in College, she wanted to get out to work as a graphic artist quick as she could. Ken’s College fund was OK but he was interested in a specialist program in Air Traffic Control, at Sacramento City College. Fresno is about a three hour drive south of Sacramento, so if he wanted to, he could come home on a weekend.
Zarla hawked her folio to a number of graphic design and advertising agencies, but without further education she found it difficult to get a job. One of the last web design studios in Fresno gave her a chance, recognizing her talent, on a part time basis, insisting she would attend Fresno Community College to gain greater qualification. She jumped at it. Part time work was better than no work and her lack of interest in University was going to hold her back.
Zarla gained a reputation as a real talent and had been approached by several of the agencies she previously had not been deemed to be properly qualified for. She stayed where she was, enjoying the work and the classes she was taking at College. In her second year a classmate, a girl, switched her on to girl-girl sex, and now she was ready for anyone who attracted her. Ken worked towards a degree, found a girlfriend or four, and took a job at Yosemite International Airport, in Fresno after his graduation.
Every Christmas they undertook a lot of thought to buy their Mom a gift that she would love. Emails and messages, Snapchats would fly backwards and forwards discussing the next gift for mom, They didn’t need to scrimp, but they couldn’t be extravagant, so good perfumes, mid-ranged jewelry, imported wines but this year, Ken’s first back at Fresno since graduating, they were stumped.
Sliding back into their earlier habits was easy. Zarla thought that they would be a lot further apart than they had been but this hadn’t proved to be the case. Every day, living with Ken at home again was getting difficult. She only had to look at him and her nipples got hard. One evening, they still hadn’t decided on a Christmas gift, they were talking about what they should get Mom. Zarla was drifting off and slipping into a daydream where she was naked and Ken was about to put his dick onto her. What a cock, she thought, and it was going to fit nicely inside her.
“What are you thinking?” she heard, “How nice your cock would be in me,” she replied.
Then she realized what she had said. “WHAT THE FUCK?” exclaimed Ken.
“What?” She felt the heat flowing into her face, “What are you on about?”
“What you just said. You said ‘how nice your cock would be in me'” Ken explained.
There was no use denying it, she thought. “Sorry, I was a million miles away, and I was thinking how lucky your girlfriends have been, having you in their bed,” she tried to cover up. “You’re one really handsome guy, and a nice one as well. Anyone would be lucky to be with you.”
You’re trying too hard, she thought, he’s not gonna buy it.
“Thank you,” he said, he looked down, at his shoes, like he was pleased and embarrassed a the same time – just as he used to when he was a kid.
Phew, she thought, concentrate girl, you can’t slip like that, he’s really going to hate you if you come up with such perverted trash again.
“And by the way, you’re the most gorgeous woman I have ever known,” Ken said quietly, seriously. She knew he was speaking from inside, his heart, he really was feeling it. “I’ve always thought it’s a fucking shame you’re my sister, Zar.”
Fuck me! Zarla thought, he’s thinking it too. “You’re being honest here?”
“Yep,” Ken said. He took a deep breath, Zarla knew what he was going to say next was something he never said before and was completely honest. “I caught you once, in the shower, remember?” Zarla thought back, yes, she remembered, she had masturbated to that memory how many times? She always wanted him to do it again so she never locked the door after that. “I wanted to get in the shower too,” he said, almost at a whisper.
“Did I ever give you any cause to think that I wanted you to?”
“No.” He shook his head.
“You never did it again,” Zarla said quietly. Ken shook his head. “But you never checked to see if the door was locked?” Ken shook his head, again, “It wasn’t” Zarla said, “I never locked it.” Ken looked at her, surprised, “I- I-” he stammered. “I wanted you to.” Zarla said.
She leaned forward, cupped his face in one hand, and said, “You’ve always smelt so sexy, and I have lost count of the number of times I have just wanted to jump on you, naked.”
Ken looked at her and replied, “And I have wanted you so bad. So many times I’ve rubbed one out over you.”
She leaned forward a little more and kissed him, he kissed her back. “While we’re alone,” she said, “Before Mom gets home, can you please, please fuck me?”
He stiffened a little, and said, “No, I will never fuck you.” Zarla stiffened and Ken kissed her then said, “I want to make love with you.” He pulled her in wrapping his arms around her, kissing her with all the passion he had build up for the last decade. He overwhelmed her. She couldn’t get her clothes off quickly enough. She felt his hands all over her body, on her breasts, her mons, inside her sopping wet pussy.
Wherever his hands went, his lips followed, her breasts, her stomach, her mons and all over her vagina. It seemed like he had just touched her clit with the tip of his tongue and she started cumming. It swept out from her pussy lips to the rest of her body, she convulsed in pleasure. Her breathing was shot to all hell and her heart felt like it was going to burst. She had waited for that for years and it was better than anything she had imagined. He didn’t stop, he just kept lapping her pussy, his moans matching hers. They were both enjoying it, he was ecstatic he was pleasuring her and she was ecstatic she was being pleasured by her brother.
The pleasure built up and up, her body tensed and trembled at his licking until it couldn’t contain it any more. Again she convulsed, her entire body shimmering in nerve tingling pleasure. She was on fire in ways none of her other lovers, male or female, had ever lit her up. The heat of her passion was driving her on further and further, washing her out, limp with an explosion of energy inside her.
Zarla pulled Ken up, she had been pleasured by his tongue, his fingers, now it was time for the big part, his cock. She pulled him on top of herself, spreading her legs, opening herself to him. She felt his cock probing her then sliding inside her. FUCK! Her love canal was filled like it had never been filled before, no-one else, not even her vibrator, had filled her like this. The heat of his tool infused her body, spreading through her, all over, touching the deepest pleasure centers of her brain.
Ken moved inside her, pistoning in and out, while she thrusted up to meet him. This was a dream state, she was sure, as he filled her cavity and all the empty places inside herself. For the first time in her life she felt she was loved in ways that she never experienced, never knew existed. Zarla wrapped herself around her brother making every part of her accessible to him. She felt a tension building inside her, knowing it was an orgasm growing every time his pubes squashed her clit. His motion grew stronger, harder, faster and she could feel his own climax approaching.
Suddenly, his cock swelled inside her and pumped, filling her with his hot fluids, again is shot and that was enough to send her over the edge. Her vaginal orgasm was upon her, sweeping over her, distracting her from feeling his cock shoot again. It didn’t matter as he pumped into her, again and again, his cries of release matching her own, his pleasure contributing to her own.
Zarla held him, stopping him from moving long after he had collapsed on top of her. It wasn’t uncomfortable, even though his weight was not inconsiderable. She loved the feel of his skin on hers, his cock detumescing inside her. She kissed him, his face, his lips holding him there. Deep, passionate kisses, she loved him, she knew, like she would never love anyone else. She didn’t want this to end, she wanted him inside her, on top, underneath, behind her, fucking her. Eventually he fell out of her, and she could feel a blob of his cum seeping out of her, rolling down between the cheeks of her ass.
She rolled him off her, then swooped onto his cum covered cock, taking it into her mouth. She licked him clean swallowing as much of his precious juices as she could. She could feel him swelling again, becoming rigid so she just kept sucking. She took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, right to the very edge of gagging, but she kept it going every time it slid into her mouth and out she tried to tease the knob with her tongue. has moisture sweet to her taste buds.
She realized that until now, he had not given her a chance to touch his cock, it was inside her pussy long before it was in her hand, or her mouth. She reveled in the silken hardness of the shaft, the smooth sponge of the helmet, the strength of it. Then she took as much into her mouth as she could and her nose barely brushed his pubes, jeez, he was big in his cock, bigger than she’d had before. No wonder he filler her up, she thought. She just kept pumping his dick and using her hand to caress his balls, the shaft that wasn’t going in her mouth. She felt him tugging at her, but she wasn’t going to be stopped.
“Keep that up and you’re going to get a mouthful,” she heard him say, so she kept it up, and tried to go even faster. “Here it comes!” he cried and she felt his cock swelling and then pulse in her mouth. She was rewarded with a small amount of semen, coating her mouth and lining her throat. She kept sucking him getting as much of his cum as she could. It was better tasting than any other male cum she had ever eaten before. She savored it, making sure it lined her mouth, covered her teeth, smothered her tongue. Then and only then did she let him out of her mouth. He was delicious, that’s for sure.
“That,” Ken gasped, “Was fucking incredible!”
“Or,” Zarla replied, “Incredible fucking!” Zarla made her way back up his body, brushing his skin with her lips occasionally. He took her face and kissed her, on the mouth, his tongue darting inside her lips, wiping over her tongue. She was surprised, she’d never had a guy do that before. She loved it.
They held each other, glorying in the sexual release, the years of tension that had built up to this moment being let go. Then Zarla got her idea, what they could give Mom for Christmas.
“That’s it,” she said, “I know what to give Mom for Christmas.”
“After that, you know what she would like as a gift?”
“Yep!”
“And what, pray tell, is that?”
“Your cock!”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/egzqm0/the_twins_mf_inc_cons
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