Luke darts his gaze between us and then his eyes light up. “Hurry. Come inside. You’ll get in trouble if you stand out there.” He winks at me. “Kristopher and I were just telling secrets. What’s one more?”
She slides into the room and softly closes the door behind her. Luke’s eyes drag down her form in her white gown and I want to launch myself at him to claw his eyeballs out. I don’t understand the violent urges inside me, but what I do understand is the need to protect my twin.
“Sit with me,” I instruct, shooting him a warning glare.
Eagerly, she makes her way over to me. The white gown is loose, but two hard points can be seen beneath the fabric on her chest. Her nipples. Do they look like mine? My penis twitches at the thought of asking her to remove the garment. I have to stifle a groan.
Karen sits on the edge of the bed. Luke’s eyes are calculating as he regards us. Then, his features soften as if he’s come to a conclusion in his head.
“Are you going to let her freeze?” Luke asks. “Her nipples are hard because she’s cold.”
I freeze at his words. Karen tenses. The fact that he’s staring at her chest has an innate need to protect her washing over me. Like a husband would. She’s not my wife, but she still needs to be looked after now that Luke is here. It has to be me.
“Here,” I grunt out as I lift the blanket. “Under here. Like old times.”
She smiles at me, no doubt remembering how when we were toddlers, we were always glued to one another. My sister slides beneath the blanket and lies on her side to face Luke. I bring the blanket up to her shoulder, so he won’t look at her anymore.
Her scent invades my nostrils. Sweet and alluring. I want to bury my nose in her hair and inhale. After those hours today in the white room, my senses seem to be heightened.
“If I had a twin sister,” Luke mutters, “I’d keep her safe and warm. You look like you’re afraid to touch her. She doesn’t bite.”
She starts to giggle, but I’m afraid of what Pa would do if he came down here and saw. My palm finds her mouth and I cover it.
“Shh,” I breathe against the shell of her ear.
Luke watches us with a deviant look in his eyes. I’m shocked to see his penis is hard, straining in his clothes.
“Close your eyes,” I instruct my sister. Then, to Luke, I make a show of looking at his problem. “Hide that. If Pa sees…”
“Your uncle gets mad if you get a boner?”
I want to cover her eyes and her ears. I don’t have enough hands.
“Don’t speak your sinful words in front of Karen,” I growl.
Luke blinks in confusion but pulls a blanket over him as he lies down. The blanket moves as he does something under it. It makes me wonder if he’s trying to rub it to make it go away. It doesn’t work. Well, it eventually works. My thoughts drift back to the white room and how I tugged until I spilled my sin all over myself. The hardness went soft almost immediately.
Don’t think about it.
Don’t think about it.
But Luke keeps moving beneath his blanket and his breath is choppy. Like mine was. Surely he isn’t doing that.
“What’s he doing?” Karen murmurs the moment my palm slides away from her lips. She’s being a good girl and keeping her eyes closed.
“Taking care of something. Don’t worry about him.”
“What is he taking care of?”
“My hard-on,” Luke replies in a raspy tone. “It’s called jacking off.”
“Enough,” I warn him.
Karen wiggles in the bed, rubbing her bottom against my lower half. Our clothes are thin and my penis presses against the crack of her bottom.
Oh no.
Lust-filled heat surges south and my penis swells. It’s like I can’t control this thing anymore. I gasp in horror as it presses against her, hard and unforgiving. My heart leaps into my throat.
“You need to take care of something too?” she asks. “Do you need help?”
A whimper escapes me. I can’t erase the thoughts that have flooded my mind of her small hand wrapped around my penis. My boner. Tugging and tugging. Jacking me off.
She starts to turn over, but I stop her by grabbing her hip. Her gown is bunched up and my fingertips touch her smooth thigh.
And then it happens.
I thrust.
Just like Pa did with Linda.
We’re clothed, though, and she’s my sister.
Luke grunts and then lets out a relived sound. It’s all too much. My hips flex again of their own accord, eager for the friction of her soft bottom. I wish I could feel her skin against mine. Push inside her like Pa does Linda. I’m suddenly eager to peel away her clothes and discover exactly where I’m supposed to insert my penis.
Wrong.
Wrong.
This is wrong.
“It won’t go away unless you make it go away,” Luke explains as he stands and boldly pulls down his pajama pants and underwear. “It’s like fucking, but not quite.”
That word again.
Fucking.
I stare at his penis that looks like mine. Where mine stems from golden brown curls, his are black. His sac hangs lower than mine and he’s thicker than me, but my penis is longer. Perhaps because I’m older.
“Don’t look,” I beg my sister. I’ve already done something sinful. All I can do is protect her from more.
“I won’t,” she agrees in a breathless tone, pressing her bottom against me.
“Do you know where your dick goes?” Luke asks me as he casually pulls on another pair of underwear.
I thrust again, hating how good this feels. I try to ignore him, but he gets inside my head anyway.
“In her pussy,” he says, grinning. “A small, tight hole between her legs. When it’s wet, it’s ready. It’ll squeeze your dick until you come. It feels really good, especially when you love the woman you’re sticking your dick into.”
His words are mostly foreign, but I understand his meaning. It paints just enough of a picture that I explode. Heat floods from me, soaking my underwear as pleasure dizzies me. I’m still hard as I continue to rub against my sister. Almost as though I could go again.
She takes my hand that’s gripping her upper thigh and squeezes it. “Feel better?”
“I do,” I admit with a groan. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You’re my brother. I know you’d help me if I had a problem.”
Of course I would. She’s my twin. My other half.
“You should go,” I whisper, not wanting her to go at all. “I need to change. If Pa finds out…”
She pulls my hand up and rests it on her small breast. The tiny nipple pokes at me. My penis twitches again. “Pa won’t find out,” she assures me. “I’ll get both of your clothes washed up. He or Linda won’t see.”
I squeeze her in an affectionate way, my thumb brushing over her nipple in the process. “Thank you. Now go before he catches you in here.”
She sits up and smiles down at me. My hand greedily clutches her gown because I don’t want her to go.
“Come back tomorrow night,” Luke says. “I can teach you both lessons. Lessons I learned. About fucking and stuff.”