Carnal Sins of Twins, Intertwined

My name is Kaitlyn-Marie Swanson.

I go by Katie.

I just turned 18 last week. Same goes for my brother, Hunter. If you're following, that makes us twins. The fraternal kind.

And if you didn't know us, you would never guess that we were siblings.

Hunter is tall, blonde, tanned, and athletic. He's popular. He plays hockey in the winter and baseball during summer. He's in decent shape.

I'm... not.

My hair is darker and my skin is fair. I hate sports, I'm not very outgoing, and I'm the opposite of athletic. I'm actually very heavy.

I hate the way I look. I started putting on weight during puberty, and never seemed to stop. Sure, I don't eat that healthy. And I don't get exercise, like... ever. But it seems like my genes are built to gain. Not like Hunter. If only I had the willpower to change.

But this isn't a diatribe of woe. I'm not depressed or anything. I just stick to myself mostly, with the exception of a couple friends that I only hang out with at school: May and Annie. But they're quieter than me, and we don't talk that much. I basically have no friends.

Hunter is my main source of socializing. Not sure if that counts, being my twin and all. But the thing I need to stress about Hunter is that despite his higher social status, he's always been nice to me.

I'm sure he gets the odd jab about his quiet sister, and questions like: if we're twins, why is Katie so different? Why is she so fat?

But he's always been kind. We've had our tiffs here and there, but they never lasted long. I honestly can't say anything bad about him. I get the sense he would do the same for me. I hope.

We live in a two-story house not far from the school. It's not a rich neighborhood, but it was a safe area to grow up in. Still is. Lots of parks and trails nearby, not that I've utilized them much lately. As my weigh scale knows well.

My mom works at the hospital as an administrative supervisor. Dad flies out to an oil refinery job: two weeks on, two weeks off. He's a foreman, or something.

Which means that a lot of the time, it's just Hunter and myself at the house, keeping each other company. We're pretty used to it. We watch movies, and binge the occasional series. Sometimes we play video games.

Despite being popular, he's kind of a homebody like me after school hours. I think we rely on each other more than we realize. I know I'd be pretty lonely without him.

Like any weekend, we were sitting on the couch, watching a recently added movie on whatever streaming app was thrown on first.

We had a habit of talking over the TV, usually to criticize some stupid plot hole or whatnot.

"They always run away after knocking out the bad guy," said Hunter, scoffing at the thriller we were kind of paying attention to.

"She also threw away the hammer. Like, keep that hammer, bitch!" I said, giggling.

Hunter looked at me with his ocean-blue eyes. "She's dead."

I nodded, smiling.

Five minutes later, we recoiled at the final girl's gruesome, "surprising" death.

"Called it," said Hunter.

The credits rolled.

"So, what now?" I asked, hugging a pillow to my stomach, trying to hide my bunched-up belly rolls. I had my dark hair down in front of my face to hide the blemishes on my cheeks.

"Your call, Katie." He yawned, throwing me the remote. I caught it, and checked my phone. It was already pretty late.

"Mom's working until the morning, right?"

"Yeah. I think she said until dawn or whatever."

Dad was away. We could afford to watch another movie. At least the first half.

"Something funny this time?" I suggested, cycling through the comedies.

"Sure, anything," he said, cozying into his corner of the couch.

"Can't fall asleep," I said sternly.

He held up a middle finger, smiling with tired eyes.

I rolled my brown eyes at him.

I picked a movie at random, rather than spend the usual half-hour it would normally take me. I leaned back into my end of the couch. There was a full cushion's worth of space between us. I stretched my legs out, noticing that my favorite pajamas were getting pretty worn. Chubby thighs will do that.

Hunter stretched out his legs too, resting his own calves between mine. We did that sometimes. It was the extent of our physical contact when we watched TV. Maybe the only contact, period. It seemed acceptable enough as siblings, without feeling weird. Neither of us complained.

We watched the movie without speaking for a bit. I knew I was keeping him up past his usual sleep schedule. He often got up early for practice. But not tomorrow.

"Hey Katie," he said, thumping my thigh with his heel, "can you grab me some water?"

I groaned, but decided to do it anyway. Like I said, I knew he was doing me a small favor by staying up late with me. I sat up, sighing. I came back from the fridge with a glass of filtered water.

I went to hand it to him, but we both fumbled the pass. I dropped the full glass of cold water on his chest.

"Jesus fuck!" he yelped, shocked by the icy water that soaked his whole shirt. At least the glass didn't break.

"Shit, sorry Hunter, I didn't--"

He laughed, but moaned at the discomfort of it all. He sat forward, and peeled off his shirt. It fell to the floor with a wet smack.

My brother was smiling at me, or scowling, as he stood up. His chest was wet, and his fit body glistened. I stared at him for a second before he said, "Maybe a towel, please?"

I laughed. "On it. I didn't mean to, I swear."

"I know," he said, rubbing his chest. "But that was fucked. I owe you one." He grinned.

I sighed, and left for the bathroom to grab a towel. I was standing next to the shower when I turned, and Hunter had appeared.

He pushed me into the open shower-- the kind with no tub-- and I landed on my ass. He reached into the shower and turned the knob before I could react.

I was doused with freezing cold water from above. I screamed, scrambling to get up and out. He turned off the water, but I was drenched. I stood, my clothes sopping wet.

I glared at him, gasping, and I could see it in his face as his smile faded: he knew that he had gone too far.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, wrapping the towel meant for Hunter around it, frantically drying it off best I could.

"Katie. Fuck, I--"

"Not. Cool." I was fuming. I saw my reflection in the mirror. Raccoon eyes and wet hair. My clothes clung tightly to my curves. I felt like frumpy shit. And I was freezing.

Hunter knew he had fucked up. Never mind if my phone was bricked or not.

"Hug?" he asked impishly. We didn't really hug. Not since I put on weight. I didn't want anybody to feel my bloated body against theirs.

I shook my head. Eyes narrowed. I hadn't been this mad at him for a while.

"I'm going to bed," I said, grabbing an extra towel and pushing past him. I stopped, then came back for my phone wrapped in the towel.

"Katie, I'm sorry," he said, trying to stop me.

"I know. It's fine."

I stormed off to my room. I had moved into the basement after Dad had finished the renovations. I liked my privacy down there. But walking down the stairs to my room that night, I felt like crying.

I suddenly felt very alone. I remembered that I had nobody that really loved me beyond my family, and the next closest thing to a friend was a brother who had startled me with his immature cruelty.

That's how it felt in the moment. After I dried off, and got into fresh clothes, I told myself he had made a simple mistake. An overreaction that was forgivable. My phone turned out to be fine, thanks to the seemingly waterproof case I had on.

I kept expecting his footsteps to echo down the stairs, but he never came. He knew I needed space.

The next day, I met up with him in the kitchen.

"I'm really sorry, Katie. How's your phone?"

He looked like he had an even worse sleep than I did.

"It's fine. Times two."

I smiled, and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Good. Thank God."

"I guess I should say we're even. Just so you don't have to constantly watch your back."

He looked guilty again. "Not sure if that's fair. But I'll make it up to you."

"No need." I poked his chest. "I started it. You ended it."

He nodded.

We didn't hang out much that day. I spent a lot of time in my room, which was pretty normal. He went out to see a friend.

We talked at school a bit that following week. Not any more than usual. I kept to the library, and Hunter usually hung out in the hall near the gym. Cool kids spot.

We usually walked to and from school together. By Friday, we were back to our usual chatty selves as we walked home.

"Hunter," I said thinking of something that had been on my mind lately.

"Katie," he mirrored.

"Why aren't you dating anybody?"

"What?" he laughed, gripping his backpack.

"Well, you're always around Megan, and Teela, and Brittany, and--"

"Your point, sis?" he said, sounding impatient.

"All those hot girls. Always around them. Never asked any of them out?"

Hunter scoffed, side-eyeing me. "Why are you asking?"

"As the better looking Swanson twin," I said, staring ahead, "It's just weird to me that you're still single."

"I could ask you the same thing," he said.

"Hah." I looked down at my feet. My thick thighs. My belly that pushed out.

"What?" he asked, sounding like he knew what I was going to say.

"I'm nobody's first pick for dating material. Not even as a backup acquaintance."

He sighed, sounding frustrated. I didn't always play the "fat girl" card, but he listened to me vent from time to time.

"Some guys like curvy girls," he said, staring at his feet.

"Like who? I'm probably the only fat girl in our school! The second closest is Mina Fawcett. And she's just a little curvy. I'm the real deal."

I felt myself getting agitated. I appreciated his support, but it didn't apply to the real world. I started to feel irritable and uncomfortable in my clothes. I was probably chafing, too. Fuck.

"And," I continued, "if there were guys here that liked me the way I looked, they would have asked me out by now. So far, not the case. And school's nearly over."

I felt a chill, as a gust of wind blew yellow leaves across our path. It was the end of September. One month down. Not many more to go.

"Anyways," said Hunter, "to answer your original question... I like those girls from school. But they're not really..."

"If you say 'not really your type' I'm going to punch you. They're skinny, and pretty. All of them."

Hunter shrugged.

I sighed. "Sorry. Just being testy. I asked you, and then I just... blew up."

He smiled. "There's lots of girls who I think are pretty, but I don't get along with them enough to want to date them. I don't know if I'm just weird, but... I don't think dating is that important."

"Oh. Okay." I decided to let it go. I looked at him and he seemed guarded. "I just assumed that... anyways. Let's forget it."

We did. We got home, and forgot about school, and all the drama that came with it. I decided to have a shower. Hunter was watching TV down the hall.

I took off my clothes, and stared at my naked body. I didn't like it, but that didn't mean I ignored it. I was constantly assessing if certain parts were getting bigger, or drooping more than they should.

My boobs were big, but they just felt like extra fat to me. My arms-- especially where my biceps should be-- were very soft and big. They jiggled. I hated it.

My belly was fat but it didn't hang down. But it ballooned out just above my waistline, like a pregnant woman. My sides had rolls, my calves were thick...

My thighs bothered me the most. There were pinkish stripes from stretch marks that had appeared in the last year. My ass was fat, but I wasn't bottom heavy exactly. I had plenty of curves, but I just felt boxy.

My junk was shaved, simply because I smelled bad if I didn't keep it bald. Body odor was already something I barely kept in check.

And that was me, just an overweight teen, whose future probably involved even more weight gain the older I got.

I shook my head, and hopped into the same shower Hunter had knocked me into a week before. I thought about the shock of the cold water, and the seething rage I had for a short time. I thought of hunter, standing shirtless, and his muscles that--

I tilted my head, frowning in the shower as I paused. I rolled my eyes to no one, resuming my shampoo application, chalking my temporary thoughts of Hunter's body to being exhausted. Thinking nothing of it. Along with my hair products, my strange daydream was swiftly circling the drain.

I toweled off, got dressed in comfy clothes-- best part of the day-- and found Hunter sprawled out on the couch.

He saw me, and lifted his legs like a drawbridge.

I sat down, and he lowered them back on top of my thighs. I usually felt okay about myself when I was around him. I didn't feel judged like I would have with every other guy at school.

"Good shower?" he asked.

"Better with warm water," I said without missing a beat.

"Touché." He stretched, and his calves brushed along the top of my legs again. His shirt was bunched up a little. I could see the outline of his junk through his sweats. I glanced away, feeling stupid for looking in the first place. It wasn't intentional.

"Dad will be back next week," he said.

"Nice," I said absentmindedly. I missed Dad, but I kind of liked how quiet the house was when he was away and Mom was working.

"Last weekend to live like slobs. And to not have to share the couch." He rapidly pummeled my thighs with his calves, grinning with excitement over a mildly exciting perk of absent parents. My thighs were jiggling and I started to feel a sensation between my legs that felt wrong immediately.

"Quit it, Hunter," I scolded, but not intensely enough. He kept it up like a brat, but eventually gave up. That sensation between my legs faded quickly.

"Sorry, Katie," he said, looking at me playfully. He was being weird, but not in a shitty way exactly. Just having a little more fun in my presence. A little more chummy.

I stole the remote away and started looking for something light. I found a reality show about blind dates, and threw it on. Hunter groaned, but didn't leave.

After a bit, two couples on TV met up that were opposites: a very slim, fair-skinned attractive guy, and a tall, very curvaceous black woman.

"Hey, maybe this guy is one of THOSE guys, if she's lucky," I said casually.

Hunter looked to me. "What?"

"Guys who like big girls."

"Oh," he said, looking to the woman on TV, frowning. "Right."

We watched the two people on their pre-recorded, heavily edited date. Hunter's legs stayed on top of mine for a bit until he slowly pulled them closer to himself. Knees up and feet together, next to my thigh.

I didn't think much of it. Until I noticed him looking down at his crotch for a second, then back to the TV. I had a theory that I wanted to test without being rude. I stood up suddenly.

"Getting a drink. Need me to spill anything on you?" I asked as I walked past him. He suddenly reached across his waist to scratch his knee, then left his hand there.

"No, thanks," he said casually, but something felt off. Like he was hiding something. Literally.

I definitely had no intention of asking him about what I thought I saw, because: gross.

Boys got boners. I didn't want to talk to my brother about his. But I kept my theory in the back of my mind for later.

I pretended that the show was boring, even though I was curious to find out what that guy thought of her. I hadn't really spent much of my time looking into how common it was for guys to be into bigger girls.

When I changed the show to something else, he seemed relieved, but I didn't think it had to do with the previous content being below him. I think he was glad that he didn't have to keep watching that woman. For reasons I would ponder later.

We found a movie, and spent our night doing the usual. Before bed, he said goodnight, and gave me a quick hug before I could refuse.

"Everybody gets one," I said, grimacing. He let me go.

"Night, Katie." He smiled as I left for the stairs.

"Night bro."

I was in my cozy, little room again. I tidied my clothes for a while as I listened to music, and put away some junk food wrappers.

My room had no windows. Just a bunch of school art of my own making, and some posters.

I stayed awake in bed for awhile. I unpacked all my thoughts about the day, and his reaction to that woman. She was taller and heavier than me. Black too-- but I don't think that made a difference to him.

I was fairly certain he had been aroused. I tried to keep clinical about it, as if I was just a scientist reviewing data. A generic, male erection.

I thought back to his conversation about some guys being into curvy girls. His temperament when I questioned him about the skinny girls he didn't want to date.

In a way, despite having zero idea what he really liked, it made me feel better, thinking he might be into heavier bodies. Maybe there was some guy out there who could get a boner for me too. One day.

The idea was enough get me frisky. I turned off my light, thinking about a guy with a nice body who thought my bigger body was nice enough too. It wasn't much of a fantasy to go on. But I committed, and diddled myself to completion before too long.

One benefit to a whole floor to myself: I could touch myself without fear of anybody hearing. I didn't do it a lot. Mostly when I was stressed, or feeling extra lonely.

I sighed, rolling over to fall asleep. I didn't wake up until the morning.

I climbed the stairs. Hunter wasn't around. I checked my phone, and he had sent a text when it was still on silent mode.

He had gone to play baseball. Last game of the season. Back by dinner.

I sighed, feeling a little bummed. I didn't have anyone to hang out with. But that was on me. I needed to branch out more. I wandered through my house. I walked past my parents bedroom. Mom was snoring soundly behind the closed door, recuperating from a long shift.

I wandered into Hunter's room. He had some trophies on a shelf. His laptop was opened, but turned off. Dirty clothes everywhere. It smelled like him in here: like deodorant, and his unique musk. I sat on his bed, flipping through some sports magazines.

I spied a sock crammed behind his bed near the wall. I should have known better, but I grabbed it, only to find it was damp. I sniffed it, and it was definitely used for his own... needs. I gagged, and threw it away, rubbing my hands on his bed. I hopped off his mattress and wiped the seat of my pajamas for good measure.

Gross, I thought. But, it was kind of funny to me that guys had evidence of their climaxes, where girls didn't, really. Not like that. I didn't judge him, as I obviously did it too. But suddenly, I felt very dirty for even thinking about Hunter doing it, even objectively.

I was about to leave his room when I glanced at his laptop again. I wiggled his mouse. It needed a password.

I typed Bas3ba11! into the box. It was his password for all his game console logins.

His desktop appeared onscreen.

Hmm, I thought, and started to snoop around. I didn't find anything interesting in his files. No images of girls in bikinis, or whatever I was expecting to find.

I almost turned it off, but stopped.

I decided to check his internet history. I knew I was being a creep, and breaking all kinds of trust that we had built over the years. But still, I persisted.

More than likely, if it was anything weird, he would have cleared his history. Or, searched privately-- whatever they called that stupid thing.

But then I found it. His search history.

I put a hand to my face as I read the searches. I heard my mom waking up. I exited out, shut it off, and left it more or less how I found it.

I hurried out, bumping into Mom in the hall.

"Kaitlyn-Marie, a sight for sore eyes," she said, rubbing her face.

"Hey Mom."

"Where's Hunter?"

"Baseball."

"Why were you in his room?"

"Looking for... a charger."

"Alright. Text him. We're having dinner at 5. I'm working late. Again."

I went back downstairs to my room, and texted Hunter. He probably wouldn't text until he was done. My mind was racing with what I had seen. I didn't even click on any links. I just read what he had searched for. I didn't know what half of the things were, really. I decided to do some research.

I opened up my phone's browser. I looked for the feature I had never bothered to use.

Incognito. That was it.

I typed with sweaty, excited hands.

BBW.

A myriad of images appeared before me.

Fat women, off all sizes. Some were naked. Big beautiful women: I had probably heard the acronym before, but I didn't ever think to look it up until now.

I added PORN to the search.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The images I saw were startling. Bodies of all shapes and sizes. Engaged in all sorts of sexual acts. I scrolled through image after image, blown away by the size of some of the women. Women three times my size or more. Loads of flesh.

I included FACESITTING.

A new pocket dimension of perversion was on display. Morbidly obese women, sitting on men-- often times sitting on their faces. There were videos, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

I stopped looking. I closed the browser. I hadn't ever had the nerve to look up porn on my phone before. Porn of any kind. I just never had the urge, I guess.

My heart was racing. These were the kinds of things Hunter had looked up. And more. I didn't have the stomach to see anything else today.

I didn't know if those things turned him on for sure. But the evidence was there, in his soiled sock. I had to stop thinking about it.

My phone vibrated.

Hunter texted back. He would be home in an hour or so.

I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep a straight face. I was pretty sure I was going to blow my cover before he ever suspected a thing. Before Mom mentioned I was in his room. He'd see that his laptop had moved. See the sock in a different spot. See it on my face.

In the hour before he came home, I had calmed down a bit.

I rationalized that at the end of the day, I had found out that my teenage brother watched porn. Not exactly breaking news. The genre of the content itself was a little bizarre, but what did I know? Maybe that kind of stuff was tame.

Hunter came home, headed right for the shower. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.

"I am super damp," he said, groaning. "We lost the game."

"Sorry to hear," I said. Okay. I was doing great. This would be fine.

"Tell Mom I'll be out soon," he said, popping into the bathroom.

"Sure thing," I said.

Later, we had dinner, and everything was normal. Mom bitched about working too much, and Hunter bitched about the baseball game. I ate quietly.

Mom went to work, and we did the dishes before ending up on the couch. The communal spot to be lazy, and pretend that things were normal.

"You seem weird," said Hunter, kicking me softly with his bare feet.

"Whatever," I said, watching the TV mindlessly as panic crept into my mind slowly like an icy chill.

"Really, what's up?" he asked, his voice low and knowing.

I put on my best poker face.

"You tell me. Why are YOU being weird?"

He tilted his head. "You're quiet. What's wrong?"

I couldn't think of anything, beyond the strange images I had seen. And the sock. I decided that the only way through this would be a lie masked by a little bit of truth.

"I was just thinking about the shower thing."

"The... oh. Right." His face turned from cocky to somber.

"No, not like in a guilt trip way. It's funny in retrospect. It just had me thinking about how we've always got along pretty well, as twins."

He nodded, lost in thought. "Yeah. Pretty tame fights, no long grudges."

"Yeah, exactly." I felt like I had gained the upper hand. I honestly didn't know where I was going with this now. But he'd forget about my odd behavior soon enough.

"I pushed you pretty hard though. I could have hurt you."

"My ass broke my fall. More cushion for the pushin', they say." I chuckled weakly. What? What the fuck was I talking about?

Hunter stared. Cool blue eyes locked on mine.

"Anyways," I said, awkwardly. "It's... in the past."

He looked away, deep in thought. I kicked him softly like he had kicked me, with bare feet as well. He smiled. The mood lightened. We were halfway through a movie when I noticed him looking at me, in quick little intervals.

I wasn't sure why exactly.

"Oh, I know a guy who's into curvy girls," he said out of the blue. "Someone from the baseball team."

I turned to him, trying not to react much. Interesting segue, Hunter.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, but he didn't want me to tell anyone. But I thought you would want to know what he said."

I was intrigued. I was certain that this was a clumsy "I've got this friend" type of confession. But even if it was my own brother's opinions, I was still very curious what guys like him thought about girls like me-- even if I was the one person he'd never be attracted to-- it was still something I needed to hear.

"Sure," I said, trying to subdue my obvious interest in the topic. I turned to him.

He pretended to care about the TV show that droned on as he started to tell me things.

"He said that when he first started to find bigger girls attractive, he thought he was crazy. But he looked it up online, and lots of guys are just like him." I noticed that Hunter had a pillow over his lap. Very interesting.

I nodded, letting him continue.

"Anyway, yeah. He said he just... finds them more appealing."

"Huh." I looked back to the TV to keep things loose.

"And this guy basically said like, he wishes bigger girls felt better about themselves, since some guys do find them... hot."

"Uh-huh," I said. What was his goal here? Maybe he was trying to make me feel better? Feel good about myself? I wasn't fully satisfied by his explanation.

"But Hunter, how does he find fat attractive? It's just a symptom of someone who's unhealthy."

He fidgeted, looking at his feet.

"He just said he finds it attractive. I don't know why, exactly."

"But what about REALLY fat women. Like those women you see on... I mean, in Walmart. Morbidly obese women. How is that sexy?"

He shrugged, turning a shade of red. "I don't know, Katie."

I thought it was probably best to drop it. He seemed uncomfortable. But I wasn't done yet.

"I just don't get why someone would want to have sex with a fat chick. They'd crush you if they were on top."

I was trying to stimulate a discussion but he wasn't having it. His eyes darted to me, then back to his feet again.

"I don't know, Katie."

"I mean, I'd feel horrible if I was sitting on some guy's lap. It would be all I could think about. How fat I am, and how he--"

"I DON'T KNOW!" he shouted.

I flinched. "Sorry, I-"

"No," he said, taking a deep breath, looking uncomfortable, still. Kind of flushed. "I'm sorry. I just don't understand it either. So I don't know what to tell you. I was just telling you so you wouldn't feel bad about yourself."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I let it go. It was getting late, but we didn't have school the next day. We put on something else, saying very little, but our legs were still intertwined as we lay on our opposite ends of the couch.

It was nice.

"Hey, Katie?"

I looked at him. He still seemed off.

"Yeah?"

"I love you. I haven't said it for a while."

I met his gaze. He seemed forlorn, or melancholic. But his words warmed me.

"Love you too, bro," I said earnestly, squeezing his calves between my thighs.

"If you weren't my sister, I'd tell you how pretty I think you are."

My heart skipped a beat as I looked at his blue eyes, and handsome features. I clearly registered that he was good looking, even if it felt weird to say. I also wondered if this was his way of admitting to being "that guy," or if he was merely placating me.

"If you weren't my brother," I said, choosing my words wisely, "I'd say you're much prettier than me."

I smiled, hoping he took the compliment, without it coming across too cringe worthy.

We broke our stare after a bit, and turned our attention to the TV for a while without speaking.

Later, we went to bed. Hunter insisted on another hug before I retreated downstairs. I relented, and this time I savored every second of our embrace. I appreciated his warmth, and his love. I also felt more comfortable in my skin, as I knew he probably liked a girl with my proportions.

But obviously, not me specifically.

He let me go and I headed down the steps, feeling good.

I lay in bed, feeling hopeful about things. I thought, if a guy as good-looking as Hunter could find someone like me attractive, there was hope.

I replayed that thought in my head and found it problematic. I felt my awareness of Hunter's sex appeal troubling indeed. I told myself I was just lonely, and clinging to thoughts about my brother were a perfect example of that. I just needed sleep.

But I lay awake thinking some strange things about Hunter. Things I didn't want to admit. And I was very concerned that I needed to fight an urge to rest my hand between my legs as I thought of him.

I woke up feeling rough. Terrible sleep.

I switched my underwear out for a clean pair, and dressed. I climbed the stairs-- probably the only exercise I got-- and found Hunter sprawled out on the couch. I heard Mom snoring from her room.

"Hey," I said, wearing my ratty pajamas and a hoodie.

"Yo," he said from his comfortable position.

I made a bowl of cereal, and returned to the couch. I awaited his legs to lift like they usually did. He avoided my impatient stare.

"Gotta share the couch," I said.

"Meh," he said, intentionally indignant.

"You don't want me to sit on you," I said mindlessly.

"I could take it," he said casually.

My mind suddenly flashed back to his laptop, and his strange cravings. Those massive women using men like furniture. I should have felt revulsion, thinking of sitting on my brother like that.

But part of me wanted to do it, merely to get a reaction from him, good or bad. I think I just wanted to know how it would feel. For me.

So I sat down on his lap.

I felt his pelvis under me, and I heard him groan. I regretted it immediately, fully aware that my fat ass was digging into my brother's crotch. What did I expect this to feel like?

I sat up, put my cereal down on the coffee table, and turned to face him. I folded my arms, probably as a defense mechanism, as I felt heavy, and ashamed.

He was blushing, and laughing.

"I didn't think you'd do it," he said, looking a little guilty himself, but otherwise not at all judgmental of me.

"Me neither," I said, probably to myself.

He scooted back, and lifted his legs.

"Was that so hard?" I asked.

He grinned. I frowned. I sat next to him. I think I was mad at myself for doing it. Knowing full well what he fantasized about. I should know better. Plus, I was his sister. It muddied the water. At least for me.

Maybe I was the weirdo. For him, it probably meant nothing. Why was I still reeling from the sensation of his warm body buckling under my ass? Thinking about that sound he made? What if Mom had walked in?

"Are you doing anything today," I said flatly, trying to move on from the whole thing.

"Nope. Just bugging you all day."

"Cool," I said, glancing over at him. He had his legs tucked towards himself. Interesting.

Mom had an afternoon shift, and was on a rampage through the house after waking up late. She had to eat, shower, dress herself, and make it to work within the hour.

After she stormed out, it was just Hunter and me again. Perfect.

We got up a couple times to eat, go the bathroom, and do a couple chores, but we were together on the couch again by noon. I must have relaxed a bit from earlier, because we were in our usual places, enjoying a repeat viewing of some Marvel movie. Our legs were entwined again.

I hated that I was starting to get a small thrill from our legs touching like that.

"Katie, I feel like you're mad at me." He sounded genuine. Like he was actually concerned. I looked at him.

Goddammit Hunter, I thought. Why did you have to keep pushing me? Why did you have to look so wounded? Why are you making me feel like I do?

"I'm not." I did not sound convincing at all. But I squeezed his calves between mine as a show of good will.

"Liar," he said earnestly, squeezing back. I think he was actually worried about me. Probably thought I was depressed, or something. Maybe I was. My mood was all over the map lately. Right now, I was feeling extra irritated.

"I'm fine, probably just tired, or--"

"Bullshit, Katie. I think you have something you want to say, and you don't want to say it, but I don't know why you're acting like--"

"Jesus, Hunter! I was on your laptop, okay? I found all this shit in your search history and it's been fucking me up!"

My eyes went wide. I must not have realized how much it had affected me. I had bottled it up more than I knew. Hunter was staring at me like he had been shot.

"You were on my computer?" he asked incredulously. He pulled away, backing up to his end of the couch.

"Yeah, I... was just snooping, and..."

He reeled at what that truly meant. What I would have seen. He covered his face in his hands and swore a few times.

"I'm sorry, I've never done that before, going through your shit. I was just--"

"Did you tell anyone?" he groaned through his makeshift hand-mask.

"Who would I tell," I said softly. I felt like shit. I felt his shame like heat from an oven.

He uncovered his face, looking at me sheepishly.

"Katie, that's... I'm..." he stopped. Started again. "I bet that was... a lot... for you to see."

I nodded, not able to smile yet, not even to put him at ease. "I didn't look at anything on there. I just looked up a few things on my phone. Stuff you searched for. I only saw some pictures and stuff. No videos."

"Katie," he groaned, looking at me with his face in his palms. "I feel like such a..." He sighed, still very red.

I felt so bad for him. I tried to make him understand that I didn't judge him. "I mean, don't feel bad about any of that. I'm the asshole. I broke your trust, and made you feel like--"

"Katie," he said, holding up a hand. "Stop. Let's just stop for a sec."

I stopped talking, and just stared at him. He took a deep breath.

"I'm upset, but not at you."

I nodded, breathing slower now.

"I feel weird, and ashamed for some of the stuff that turns me on."

"Hunter, you shouldn't feel bad. People like what they like, and you--"

"You were so sad the other day. You said people don't think you're attractive or whatever, and I said that some people do, and I acted like I wasn't one of those people."

"Yeah, but Hunter, that's--"

"And then I was lying, saying I have some friend that does, when it's just me."

I sighed. "I get why you wouldn't want people to know, but it's not that big a deal."

"It's not a big deal that you turn me on?" he snapped, staring at me wide-eyed.

I flinched. Then frowned. Then it all hit me.

And then Hunter realized I hadn't fully understood it until he blurted it out. He looked like he wanted to crawl into a cave to die.

"I do? I turn you on?" I asked softly.

He stared at me with bloodshot eyes. Nodded. Awaiting my response.

"But you're... and I'm... we're..." I mumbled, feeling like the laws of the universe were unwinding. But there were small signs that I had ignored. And it wasn't like I didn't know where he was coming from-- I had been having strange feelings for him too.

Hunter sat up further, and put his arms by his sides. "Wait, so... you knew all about that other stuff, and you still... sat on my lap?"

I blushed more than I had already been. He had a point. That was nuts. "Yeah, I... don't know what to tell you."

"Ditto," he said, looking exhausted.

"Why me, Hunter?" I said quietly.

He stared at his feet. "I used to think it was because... nobody else that I knew had a body like... yours. But maybe it's... I don't know, Katie. I feel insane."

"Me too," I whispered.

He looked at me, assessing my reply.

"You're fine, Katie. I'm the weirdo. I shouldn't have even told you. Now you think I'm some--"

"I'm weird too, Hunter. I think of you. In ways I shouldn't."

"Oh," he said. He looked like he had no idea what to say.

"Yeah. I kind of guessed you were into big girls, even before... the laptop. And it made me feel good, because I had hope. I was glad that a good-looking guy like you could find someone like me attractive. I never would have guessed that you thought of me that way. But you're not the only one. When I think of you, I feel warm, and..."

Suddenly I was aware of what we were saying. What we were really talking about. This was wrong. The definition of wrong.

I stood up. My cereal would go uneaten today.

"Hunter, we can't... I think we should stop talking about this."

He looked at me, seeming lost, and I looked away.

"Katie, I'm sorry if I fucked everything up." He sounded so defeated. Like he had failed me. I hated that tone in his voice. It made me sad. He stood up as well.

I was going to retreat, to walk past him towards the basement. I tried, but he pulled me into a hug. I was going to break it off quickly, pat him on the back, push him away...

But he felt so good against me. His arms wrapped around my waist. His breath on my shoulders. I felt my belly and boobs pushing into him, and I should have hated that...

But I liked it. I held him tighter. I squeezed him into me. I put my head into his neck.

He held me tightly.

"Maybe this is some weird phase," he said into my ear, "and we're both just going through it at the same time. Maybe this will fade."

I feel his fingers digging into my back. His hips swaying imperceptibly, as he held me.

"I'm scared that it won't," I whispered.

"Do you want me to let you go?"

"No," I pleaded. Just keep holding me, I thought, as we stood, pressed together. Entwined. You can't have "twin" without it.

"Can we talk about this? I want to talk about this, Katie. Can we do that?"

I nodded into his neck. I gently pushed him off, and held myself for a second before sitting back down on the couch.

He did the same. He outstretched his legs towards me. I cautiously did the same. That charge ran up my legs again. It still scared me, but I needed it.

"I need to explain some things," Hunter said. "If I start to say too much, just tell me."

I nodded, still holding my arms in front of me. Not crossed, but consoling my nerves.

"It's about the... porn. It's a recent thing. Actually, it was because of you. Sorry, I sound stupid, but... I'll get there."

I sighed, and nodded for him to go on.

"This thing with you, it's recent too. It happened on our birthday. Remember we went to the movies?"

"Yeah, that dumb action movie," I laughed, forcing myself to relax.

"Yeah," he said, smiling a little. "You went to go pee. On the way back, you scooted past me, and I, uh... checked you out. Not on purpose, but I did. In that split second, my brain forgot you were my sister, and I checked out your ass."

"Huh. Okay," I said, wanting to know what else he had to say.

"I almost forgot about it. But I was in bed that night, and it played in my mind, over and over. I realized I didn't know any girls with your body type. And something just... clicked. So that same night I looked at... porn. Never had before, honest. But I found women who were curvy, and all that. And some women were really big, and I found that appealing too.

"But I liked looking at girls who looked like you the most. And then I fell down a rabbit hole, and found out about a few other things I liked."

I smirked. "Facesitting?"

"Yeah," he said, looking like he was sucking on a lemon and loved it.

"But what does all this have to do with--"

"Getting there," he said. "Okay. So, I almost forgot about the fact you spurned this whole... awakening of what I liked. It was way more confusing that you started all this. I tried to ignore it. But I'd see you, and think about how you made me feel, and I thought that I was broken.

"We'd sit like we always did, like this, watching TV. But now it was exciting instead of just normal. And I thought about you more and more, even when we were apart.

"That day you dropped the water on me, I was mad, but I was excited to have an excuse to get you back. When I turned the shower on you, I felt awful. Right away.

"But seeing you soaked, with your clothes all wet... I knew that I was obsessed with you in a way that was beyond wrong. And then I felt awful for several reasons.

"After, when we seemed cool again, it was nice. But I could tell I was being weird. You were noticing things."

I squeezed his legs between mine. "You mean like that boner from watching the dating show?"

Hunter dropped his head, grinning. "Saw that, huh?"

"Not exactly, but I suspected." It felt really cool to talk about this with him, even if I knew it was wrong. It was a very intimate conversation, and I was loving it.

"Well," he said, "like I was saying, I knew I was being weird. Hugging you more, being a brat. You seemed off too, now I know why. For lots of reasons.

"And not to be totally weird, but this morning, when you sat on my lap, it was... the best. I felt like we were having as much fun as we could without being totally inappropriate. I loved skirting that line with you."

"But now that line is all..."

"Squiggly?" I suggested, squeezing his legs again.

"Exactly," he said, grinning. Looking at our interlocked legs.

"I'm glad you could tell me all of that," I said. Honestly, I felt more guilty despite feeling less one-sided in my perversions. But I loved his ability to be honest with me.

"Hunter..." I unintentionally bit my lip as I continued. "I only feel good when I'm around you. I act stupid around you, and do stupid things when I'm around you. And when you're gone, I'm lonely, and obsessive. But I'm... attracted to you. On many levels. And I can't reconcile with it."

"Same," he said.

"But I love you too much to be able to stop."

I put a hand on his knee. He put a hand on mine. He looked at me, totally happy being hopeless. I smiled back.

And then Dad came home.

We both jumped at the sound of the door opening, and Dad's boisterous voice proclaiming his surprise return. Hunter gave me a look, and I gave him a similar one in return. We got up to greet our dad.

We spent the rest of the day with one parent until Mom came home later that night. It was a surprise for her too, and we helped with dinner to aid in making the night even more special for her. She worked a lot-- she deserved a break.

We caught up with Dad, listening to his boring stories about work.

Before bed, Hunter and I said goodnight, but there was no hug.

The following week at school was unremarkable. Hunter stopped by the library a few times, spending a little more time with me than usual. It was nice, but we didn't speak about our issue.

The same went for our home life. Mom and Dad were around too much to talk about anything privately.

Same went for the weekend. Dad was always around, always hogging the TV. I spent a lot of time in my room, contemplating my plans in regards to the Hunter dilemma. I still thought of him before bed, wishing we had time alone together. For what? I didn't have a clue.

The next week at school, Hunter spent every day with me in the Library. We hinted at our strange secret, but never got into it. Not even after school.

Not until the weekend.

Hunter and I talked a little on the way home, but just like the last two weeks, we kept our conversations innocent. Dad had already left, and Mom was at work when we got home on Friday.

"I gotta be honest," said Hunter, "I love Dad, but I love a quiet house."

"I know," I said, feeling a pang of excitement from our inevitable time alone together. I had been waiting for this for weeks, for better or worse. We sat on the couch.

"I mean, you could sit on me for the next six hours and nobody would bat an eye," he said, playing footsies with me. We didn't even turn the TV on.

I bit my lip, not at all disguising my excitement at his sudden playfulness.

"What's your obsession with fat girls sitting on you?" I asked mischievously. Fuck me if I wasn't a little worried about our unbridled alone time.

"I don't know," he sighed, sounding only a little embarrassed. I didn't mind that he didn't correct me. I knew I was fat, I'm glad he didn't pretend I wasn't.

"Six hours is a long time, bucko. I think you'd get uncomfortable pretty quick, if you know what I mean." I thought about how good it would feel to have him underneath me. Especially if I felt his... oh boy. This was getting out of hand.

"Maybe," he said, seeming like he was thinking about it too.

"Hunter, be honest. Have you ever... y'know... while you thought about me?"

He looked away, with a small smile.

"No, but... I've considered it."

I felt my face getting flushed and warm. My junk felt warm too. Oh, brother.

"You?" He pointed a finger between my legs instead of my face. I giggled.

"No," I said, "but... I may have been tempted."

He sunk into the couch, his legs stretching longer, resting his feet between my legs. I squeezed his bare foot with my chubby thighs, feeling his foot flex and move around.

"We could do it at the same time." His words were quiet but weighed heavily on my mind. "Separate rooms. Just a safe little experiment."

Wow, he was getting bold. I blushed to my maximum.

"Unless that's too much. Fuck, Katie, I'm sorry I even--"

"Yeah," I sighed softly, gripping his foot between my thighs like a vice. "Tonight. Sounds good."

"O-okay," he said, fidgeting around, but not displeased by my answer.

"I've always thought we look nothing alike," I said, happy his foot was trapped between my legs.

Hunter started to protest, likely in my defense, but stopped. "I know."

"Maybe another reason why this feels wrong, but not as wrong as it could be."

"Maybe I'm adopted," he laughed, trying to free his foot from my warm crotch.

"Wouldn't that be a load off our minds," I said, gleefully watching him writhe around.

"But, no," said Hunter. "You've got Dad's eyes and I have Mom's. And she's a brunette and he's blonde, like us."

"Neither of them are fat. Maybe I am from a different family, long abandoned, woe is me."

He yanked his leg free. Spun around. Lay back, between my legs, resting his head on my big belly. I kind of hated it. At first.

"Comfy, dork?" I asked, as he nuzzled the back of his head into my fat. My legs were forced apart a little. His back pushed into my lap. Hunter, Hunter, Hunter....

"Very." He sounded content.

I put my arms around his chest, hugging him against me, though it was probably a bad idea. We both sighed. I knew we were being gross. I knew this was over the line. But it felt good to me in the moment.

I slowly massaged his chest. He looked up at me, his face inverted. He seemed happy, if not a little nervous. Probably fighting with his guilt as well.

"So, this really all started because you accidentally checked me out on our birthday?" I asked, feeling both relaxed and on edge.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "I guess."

I ran my fingers over his pectoral muscles. I thought about him touching me like this. Enjoying the feel of my body like no one could. Appreciating me, even if I was chubby and swollen all over.

The phone rang. Hunter groaned and heaved off me. I didn't even know why we had a home phone, really. He looked back at me as he wandered to the cordless. I checked him out in all his casually dressed glory.

"Hello?" Hunter rolled his eyes. "Hey Mom."

I scoffed. She was probably the only one who called the home phone. She had our cell numbers, so why did she always do this?

"Yup. Katie's here. Yup. Nope. Okay. Bye."

"Well?" I said, getting up. I needed to stretch. And pee. Hunter had been pushing on my bladder.

"She's just asking if we wanted Chinese."

"She's off early," I said, disappointed.

Hunter nodded.

Mom came home a little while later, and by then Hunter and I had calmed down a bit. I had retreated to my room to change into comfy clothes. My underwear had been digging into my junk, and my jeans were so uncomfortable. I came back up in sweats and a baggy shirt.

Mom told us about getting let go early, and a bunch of other work stuff I didn't really care about. Part of me was relieved to put a pause on our weirdly intimate cuddling. That was new. So many new things were happening so suddenly.

Part of me resented her for being here at all. Hunter and I exchanged looks during our very early dinner.

All three of us watched a movie, with Mom in the middle. Like she was trying to keep us apart.

Before heading downstairs, Hunter stopped me.

"Still wanna do that thing?" he said softly, gripping my wrist loosely.

"Thing?" I said, then remembered. "Oh. Right."

We both looked down the hall. Mom was on her phone, out of earshot.

"If it's stupid, or weird--"

"No," I said in a low whisper. "I'll be... thinking of you. You'll really be thinking of me?"

"I always am," he chuckled tenderly. "But yeah, I can't wait to try it."

We both stared at each other. Then he pulled me against him. Our bodies were mashed together again, and he kissed my neck.

"Sleep tight, Katie," he said, and let me go.

I literally almost fell backwards down the stairs, but regained my composure.

"Hunter," I said in a whisper, and turned to leave. I walked down the stairs, sensing his eyes on me as I disappeared down into the dark.

I got into bed. I turned my phone off. I took my clothes off. I often slept naked, as nobody bothered me down here. My only companions were the washer and dryer down the hall, and the occasional wolf spider.

I lay in the dark, sprawled out in my cozy bed, buried under my comforter. Starting to imagine Hunter in similar circumstances.

I spread my thighs apart, feeling a stirring already. I placed my right hand between my legs. At first, I gently massaged myself, trying to gently wake my clit from its slumber.

I thought of Hunter, laying naked in his own bed, thinking of me. Thinking of my soft, bunched up sides, and pillowy chub; If he didn't tell me, I'd never be able to imagine him liking it.

I started to feel warm, and wet. I dipped my middle finger inside myself, starting to breathe faster. My heart was pounding. It was one thing to daydream about him, but masturbating to my brother was a whole other animal.

I withdrew my middle digit, slick with my own juices, and applied it to my clit. I bit my lower lip as the thrill of what I was doing sunk in. What the two of us were doing. I hoped.

I delved into my recent memory for masturbatory ammunition. I thought of him shirtless. I thought of what it felt like to sit on him, and that sound he made as I forced the air from his lungs. Thought about his fascination with me, his sister, and how I was special to him amongst countless pretty girls.

He craved me because I was the outcast, because I was the biggest girl he knew. His craving overcame logic, and natural order.

I craved him because he was hot, and kind, and he loved me. Because he was there. Because he loved what I hated about myself.

I loved him more than anyone I knew.

I rapidly flicked my fingers against my clit. I held my breath, visualizing his cock freeing itself from his sweatpants. Imagining him in bed with me, between my soft thighs, telling me I was beautiful.

Pushing the boundaries of our unique relationship. Pushing into my curves, pushing between my thighs. Taking me in ways no brother should.

I whimpered, covering my face in a pillow as I screamed out as quietly as I could. My body pulsed with previously unknown levels of pleasure. They rolled over me in tidal waves of euphoric bliss. The sliver of shame I felt made it perfect. It made it personal.

I threw the pillow to the floor, shivering as my orgasm slowly faded, leaving me feeling ridiculously satisfied.

And I knew in that moment that I had let loose something within myself that was hungry for more. Something that needed Hunter in a physical way.

I shuddered for a completely different reason than before.

I fell asleep not long after, feeling sweaty and exhausted.

I woke up, almost doubting that my actions were anything but a dream. But I knew. And now I needed to know if Hunter had kept his promise.

I got dressed, and climbed up the stairs.

"Happy Saturday," I said to Hunter, who was sitting at the kitchen table.

As I came around the corner, I saw Mom, getting ready for work.

"Hey," he said, seeming quite normal.

"Morning, sweetie," said Mom.

We made small talk as a trio until Mom left for work.

Hunter raised an eyebrow at me. "Couch?"

I nodded. I sat in my spot, and turned on the TV. Hunter followed, sitting on his end. I put on the first thing that came on. I wasn't going to be watching.

"So." I held myself, feeling nervous.

"Yeah." Hunter smiled knowingly. "I did it, by the way."

I beamed at him, then blushed.

"Same," I said, rubbing my arms as if I was cold. In reality, I felt like my skin was under a UV lamp.

He licked his lips. His legs drifted towards mine. We interlocked out of habit. My legs looked so big compared to his. I bet he liked that.

"How was it... for you?" he asked coyly.

"Well... I enjoyed myself." I kept my eyes on his. His fucking beautiful eyes.

"And did you... finish?" he asked, slowly squeezing my legs between his.

"Uh-huh." I put my arms down, resting my hands on his ankles.

We were both wearing lazy Saturday clothes. From my vantage point, I could see a bulge in his sweatpants. I didn't mention it yet.

"What exactly did you think about?"

His question made me pause. I wasn't ready to tell him I imagined fucking my own brother. I wasn't confident enough yet. So I played it cool.

"Just you, and how you make me feel," I said softly.

"And how is that?" asked Hunter, squeezing my bare feet with his hands.

"Warm. Happy."

"Wet?" he asked, but his quivering tone revealed that he too was riding this by the seat of his pants. He was as nervous as me.

"Yes," I whispered.

"It was a game changer for me," he said, looking at the ceiling as if there was anything of interest up there.

"Oh?" I said, biting my lip a little. Staring at Hunter's vague shape in his pants. Until he looked back at me and I averted my gaze back to his blue eyes.

"I'll never look at porn again," he chuckled.

"Sure," I scoffed in a playful manner.

"Serious," he said, seeming serious.

"What did you think about?" I was starting to feel wet between my legs. I wondered if my thin pajamas would reveal that fact in time. They were a light gray with a star pattern after all.

"You, with me. Cuddling with me to start. Sitting on my lap. Sitting on my face."

I let a sultry giggle escape my lips. I hadn't ever imagined doing that to him before, not his face anyway. It seemed almost comical that he could enjoy the idea. But that's why it was so fucking hot to hear him say it. That my fat ass on his face was a fantasy of his.

"What's funny," he said, letting his hands drift casually from my feet to my calves, massaging them.

"Just your weird desire. A big bum on your face."

"It got me there, very easily." He stared at my thighs as he sat forwards, massaging his way up my legs.

"Wouldn't it be hard to breathe?" I asked, smirking as he advanced up my calves and started to explore my thighs.

"Very," he said in a husky tone.

"Mmm," I moaned involuntary, biting my lip.

"I imagined kissing you, and making you feel good," he said as he crawled forward, putting his hands on my upper thighs.

I saw a look in his eyes that scared me. He was under a spell. He was acting on impulse. Operating on a primal need. It took me out of the moment, and I started to panic a little.

"Hunter," I whispered.

"Yeah," he said, stopping his momentum. Seeing a hesitation in my eyes, maybe.

"I'm sorry. I just feel... overwhelmed. I'm not sure this is... I mean I don't know if..."

"I love you, Katie," he said softly. "I don't want you to feel bad. Not about this. About us. I'll stop, if you want me to. I don't need anything from you... I just need you. Even if we never--"

I put a hand to his lips.

"Stop. Don't stop."

He frowned, totally confused by my words, as he should have been. I took a breath, and clarified exactly what I meant.

"Kiss me," I whispered, as I gripped the back of his head and pulled him on top of me.

For the first time our lives, my brothers lips fused with mine. This was no innocent kiss between siblings. This was pure, pent-up need that was finally being met.

It made my skin crawl, and my heart melt. It was like licking a battery-- they told you never to do it but when you did, it was electric, and unnerving. And amazing.

His breath smelled like milk. His lips tasted like Cinnamon Toast Crunch. His weight was comforting, and also stifling. I spread my thighs apart and he sunk into me.

I felt his stiffening member through his sweatpants, digging into my thigh. I couldn't believe his erection was so close to my junk, even if several layers of fabric kept us from committing the ultimate sin.

"Katie," he whispered, kissing my neck, as a moan escaped my throat.

My mind swirled with memories of us growing up together. A bond from birth that gifted each other with a friend for life. And now something once wholesome was no longer so. We had perverted our bond, but I couldn't stop this now.

Hunter slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I had never even kissed a boy before today.

His tongue was warm, and it flitted around the inside of my mouth until I teased mine against his. He was gentle. I didn't even know if he had kissed a girl before.

We stared at each other, mid-kiss.

"Hunter, I... what are you thinking about?"

I think I was trying to slow this whole thing down. It seemed to be spiraling out of control-- out of my control-- even though I was in a state of guilty bliss.

"Well, I kind of feel weird out here."

"Weird?" I asked.

"Like, exposed. Mom could walk in."

Mom. Fuck. Right, this would break her brain if she wandered into the house early and saw her progeny making out, or worse. I didn't want to think about her or Dad right now.

"True," I said.

"My room is... well, it's right next to the front door."

"You wanna come to the basement with me?" I asked more seductively than I should have known how. I didn't know what the fuck I was saying. When did we put a stop to this? It was like a runaway train that nobody was in control of. And the tracks led downstairs.

"Yeah, okay," he said, pushing off of me.

His erection was visible through his sweats as he stood. He tried to cover it up but it was no use.

"You're... hard," I said, sitting up and adjusting my shirt.

"Yup," he said, smiling awkwardly.

"I'm wet," I said as stood next to him. I regretted my words, despite them being true. I just worried I sounded stupid. But Hunter's reaction was priceless.

"Fuck," he whispered, and I saw him pulse in his pants.

I stared at it with glee, and suddenly I had a moment of clarity to ask a very legitimate question.

"Do you have condoms?"

However logical, it implied that I was ready for my brother's cock to be inside me, which I wasn't fully ready for at all. Not mentally. Physically, I was ready-- practically sopping wet. In any case, my question lingered.

Hunter's mouth fell open for a second before shaking his head.

"Maybe... Dad?" I asked, pointing to our parents room.

I walked with Hunter, who comically wandered, boner in pants, to their bedroom.

I dug through a dresser while Hunter searched in their closet.

We both came up empty-handed.

"I guess they don't have sex," he said.

"Gross!" I laughed. Then felt like a hypocrite.

"Katie, we'll be safe."

"I don't know, I don't think we should chance it. I don't want to stop, but Hunter, I can't get--"

He smiled as he covered my flapping gums.

"I said, we'll be safe."

He took my hand and led me to the basement. I went down first, and he placed a loving hand on my shoulder as he followed. My heart was racing. My body was probably covered in sweat.

My room was probably a mess.

I turned on my light and he followed me in. My room was bigger than his, but it was more cluttered. Clothes were everywhere. my bed was unmade. My walls were painted black. It was my cozy cave of solitude. But I wasn't alone right now.

We left the door open, just in case Mom came home early. So we could hear her. So we could stop whatever we might be doing.

Fuck, what were we doing?

"Lay down," he said. I sat on the bed, and sprawled out. I probably looked fat as shit from his perspective. Which, I guess, wasn't an issue with Hunter.

He crawled into bed, between my legs. He gripped the waistband of my ratty jammies.

"Hunter, wait. I don't want to be a bitch, but is this... should we..." My eyes pleaded for a single reason to stop, even though they were obvious-- and countless.

"Katie," he said, smiling. "We're not doing that. Not today, I don't think we should without protection. I'm going to take care of you instead."

He slowly pulled my pants down. My pale thighs were exposed. Stretch marks too. I sucked in air through my nose as my heart went into my chest.

What a day to wear a hot-pink thong.

I could feel his breath on me. His shaggy blonde hair fell in front of his face as he pulled my pajamas off my ankles, one at a time. No hurry.

I looked down at my chubby, pasty legs. I had a couple blemishes peppered on my inner thighs. I would have felt like death if it wasn't for Hunter's smile. He was in heaven.

I realized what he was doing. Where his mouth was going to be.

I shivered. But I wasn't cold.

His fingers gripped the thin, elastic edge of my thong, which had dug into my chub. He peeled the thong down as the material curled over on itself, my last shred of humility taken from me. Almost.

Hunter stared at my junk with that same smile. No one had seen me before. Never like this. My plump, bald pussy was just inches from his face. My brother's sweet face. A veil of shame flowed over me, then disappeared.

"I've never done this before, Katie." His voice was soft and deep. "Never done anything."

"Samesies." I could barely offer a whisper.

He put his lips against me as his face drifted down. I held my breath.

His tongue started to lap at my junk. He made a sound, like a small moan. I wondered why he made it. Was is the taste? The aroma? Was he having the time of his life?

Would he regret this?

His tongue pushed into my tunnel-- something I wasn't expecting. I hadn't showered. What could that taste like?

I moaned as I realized my brother had just tongue-fucked me. He started to lick a little further upwards, and now my clit was being gently pummeled by his taste buds.

I put a hand on his scruffy hair. Sure, I was self-conscious of my size, and my lower nudity, and all the laws being broken in several states. But I pulled his face against my crotch as he tasted my most personal place, in the safety of my basement abode.

Hunter looked up at me briefly from between my legs. His blue eyes sparkled in the dim light.

I looked down at him. He was making me feel so good I almost couldn't comprehend it. Previously, the only sexual pleasure I'd experienced was at my own hand. It was a whole other story when the pleasure bestowed upon me wasn't under my control.

"Hunter," I breathed.

He looked up again, taking a break from slurping at me.

"Hey," he said, resting his chin on my chubby, bald muff.

I wanted to ask him why he was so good at this for a first-timer. Why he was so good at pretending there was nothing wrong about what we were doing.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked instead.

"You taste really cool." He said with a dumb grin.

I rolled my eyes, feeling giddy and flattered. Who was this dreamy bastard?

I squeezed my thighs against his temples, like I used to do to his limbs. Each thigh was bigger than his head, and a shade lighter than his face.

"We are totally mental for this," he said after I released my squeeze on him.

"Uh, yeah." I giggled at his understatement.

"Does this even feel good?" He said, leaning his cheek against one thigh.

I narrowed my eyes at him for making me say it.

"Duh," I said, biting my lip. He went back to it. I leaned my head back with my mouth open as he started up again. His tongue found my clit and massaged it gently. I had to accept it: my brother was about to make me come.

In a strange moment of timing, I finally allowed the word to exist in my mind.

The word was incest.

As wonderful as Hunter was making me feel, I couldn't enjoy his tongue without some level of guilt. We weren't jaywalking, or drinking under the legal age, or dealing drugs. It was worse. We were blood siblings. We were twins. And I was about to come against his mouth.

Thinking about it didn't slow my orgasm's approach. I started to gyrate against his tongue, getting into the rhythm of it.

My pleasure was building, and building, and building some more.

He started to moan as he licked me, and that sent me over the edge. I covered my mouth, and screamed as I came early.

I twitched against his wonderful face, buried between my thighs, as the sounds that escaped me sounded like a combination of sweet, glorious release, and a deep, mournful, regretful explosion of pleasure.

I tapped his head as I started to feel hypersensitive to his services. He understood, and gently slowed to a stop.

He crawled out from between my legs and lay beside me on the bed.

"Oh my God," I whispered, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure.

"I didn't know if I had the skill to get you there," he said, looking at my flushed face with wonder. "Guess so."

I turned to meet his gaze head on. "That was insane," I said, catching my breath. "Insanely good."

"Awesome," he said, licking his upper lip.

"Can't believe you know what I taste like. You're the only one."

"I can't describe it, so don't ask me," he said, wiping his slick face.

"But not terrible?" I said, resting my head against his.

"I'll be jacking off to the flavor alone later. So, no. Not terrible at all."

I smiled, and he kissed me on the lips again. There was a residue of... me. It was the first time I ever tasted myself too. Hard to describe, indeed.

I looked down at his member, poking out from within his sweatpants.

"Do you want me to..." I pointed at it.

He contemplated it. "Katie, I think that was enough for today. I think I'd have to shower first before I let you try that."

I scrunched my face, frowning.

"What? I could have used a shower, but you HAD to do it," I growled, but still smiling with euphoric glee.

"Part of why it was so hot was because you seemed... natural." He brushed the hair from my eyes. "You were amazing."

I sighed. "If you say so. But you look uncomfortable. I think we need to deal with it. I... kinda wanted to see it."

Hunter grimaced, perhaps a little bashful. I didn't care. Not after everything he saw down there. And tasted.

He begrudgingly pulled his cock out of his sweats. It was very strange to see, at first. It was the only dick I'd seen in person. It was almost throbbing, and dripping a little from the tip. He was circumcised.

"Yup," he said, sounding self-aware.

I gently grabbed it in my palm. Gently squeezed it in my hand. Watched his reaction. I pumped it again. And again.

"Fuck," he whispered, rolling to his back as I crawled around to get a better angle. I increased my speed a little, doing my best impression of someone who knew what a handjob was.

I was prepared for a similar length of time for Hunter to come. Mine took about five minutes or so. I increased my speed slightly and that's when Hunter lurched, and moaned loudly inside my room, as a stream of fluid spurted out of his cock and all over my hand.

"S-sorry," he shivered as he blinked at me.

"Why?" I asked, trying not to draw attention to the fact he clearly finished faster than intended.

"I was already pretty much there just from going down on you. Then with you, I just..." He waved his palm over the mess coating my hand. I released him, and stared at the jizz all over my knuckles and fingers.

It smelled strong and zesty, just like his sock.

I grabbed a tissue from my bedside table, and cleaned both of us best I could.

We lay there, breathing, staring at the other.

"We should get upstairs. Maybe make some food for Mom." Hunter looked sleepy.

"Yeah, she'll be home in a little bit." I said.

"Any regrets?" Hunter asked, pulling his cock back into his pants.

"Oh, maybe," I giggled, as I put my underwear back on, same for my pajamas.

"Really?" he asked, sitting up on my messy bed.

"No," I said. "It felt... it was amazing, Hunter. I know we crossed so many lines, but I kept waiting to feel like my life was over, and I just don't feel like that. I feel good, if not a little crazy."

"Crazy," he nodded, helping me to my feet. We both stood by my doorway, now fully dressed.

We walked up the stairs. We were aiming for the kitchen to start making food. But we ended up on the couch, in our usual places. Legs touching.

"Where do we go from here?" I asked him with my head leaning against the couch.

"Like, what's next?" He had a quirky smile.

"Yeah," I said, "but also, like... are we okay? You and me?"

He looked up at the ceiling. "I think so. I'd say we're better than before. But I can't shake the feeling of..."

He trailed off.

"Of guilt?" I offered.

"No. More like... we're building a car from scratch, but we've started in a room without a garage."

"What!?" I said, laughing.

"Like, we're tinkering with something we can't display anywhere but in secret. This is the biggest secret of our lives. And we can't enjoy it unless we're alone, in this house."

"Yeah," I said, staring up at the same ceiling. "I get it."

We were both quiet for a while. Our legs caressed against each other. The telltale sound of Mom's car pulled into the driveway. We looked at each other, withdrawing our lower limbs.

"Hey kids!" she said, as she walked inside. It smelled like fast food. Because it was.

We had an impromptu dinner of Burger King at the table, and listened to Mom's stories about her day. Just coworker drama as always. We told her we watched TV all afternoon. We lied about doing homework. I guess we lied by omission about a lot of things that went down. For good reason.

I spent an hour in my room cleaning. I didn't want Hunter seeing it in such a state again-- if he ever came back down. I hoped he would. I was nervous about what would happen the next time. Nervous, but excited.

That night, all three of us hung out on the couch watching TV before bed. What else was there to do? Mom was likely going to be up for a bit, so I retired early. I needed sleep.

Hunter found an excuse to meet me by the stairs again.

"Night, sis," he said softly. No hug attempt tonight.

"Night, bro." I stared at him for a bit, smiling like an idiot. I was so smitten with him.

"Hang tomorrow? Mom'll be working at noon."

"Sure." I gently punched his arm. I looked down the hall. Mom wasn't there. I kissed him on the lips. "I'll probably be doing that thing again. Tonight."

"Same," he said, raising his eyebrows.

"Night, Hunter."

I made my way to bed.

I definitely did that thing again, while thinking about how he made me feel. How he pleasured me between my thick thighs. How he complimented me on my taste. My brother.

I slept well.

I woke up Sunday morning to find Hunter absent.

"Went to see a friend," said Mom as she prepped her meal for work.

"Oh," I said, disappointed. Kind of hurt. He didn't text me or anything. I thought about how he never texted me about our little secret, and why that was probably for the best. No incriminating evidence.

"Kaitlyn-Marie, you seem different."

I hated her using my real name. Maybe it was a Mom thing. Wait... different? Different how? Was I acting weird?

"How so?" I asked calmly enough.

"Seem happier. Meet a cute boy or something?"

"Mom," I groaned, somehow simulating the reaction she likely expected. Inside, I was cagey.

"Well, I'm only asking. I was your age once. I was keeping secrets from your Grandma, too, way back when. All I'm saying is you seem a little more smiley. It's a good thing."

I laughed awkwardly. "My secret is a good sleep."

"Sure, sure." She winked at me. Christ. If she had the faintest idea what a monster I was. Hunter too. Without effort, she had reminded me that we were strange.

We didn't talk much after. Then she headed off to work. A few minutes later, Hunter came home.

"Hey," I said, quite relieved to see him so soon. I guess I had a pretty severe case of separation anxiety.

"Katie," he said, tipping an invisible fedora as he set down a small bag from the grocery store down the road.

"How was your friend?" I asked. I didn't even remember what his friend's name was, the one he hung out with every now and then.

"Lies," he said, coming right up to me.

"Oh?" I said, as he embraced me in a surprise hug. He wrapped his arms around my waist, squeezing my love handles.

He kissed my on the lips. We were still there, in that place, at that same level. It wasn't a fluke, or lightning in a bottle. This was ongoing, and I knew that now.

I smiled as we kissed for a few seconds more.

"So, most of the Sunday to ourselves, huh?" he said, as he let me go and jumped on the couch, turning up the TV.

I looked into his bag. There was a box of condoms. Of course. Condoms could be our friends. They beat children, especially in our case.

Grinning, I returned to find him sprawled out over the entire couch.

He pretended not to notice I had dug through his bag, and knew what he had purchased for us.

"You're pretty presumptuous," I said with a bit of sass attached.

"No clue what you mean, Katie."

I stood next to him. "No?"

He shook his head. Shit-eating grin plastered on his handsome face.

"Your dorky face says otherwise."

I can't say I didn't plan what I did next. I knew it was something he was going to enjoy. It was also something I wanted to do to him. Something I wanted to feel.

I turned, and seated my fat ass and the ratty pajamas that covered it upon said dorky face. I felt his nose push into my butt crack, and his chin was forced down under my weight. He let out a surprised, muffled sound that I very much enjoyed.

I sat on him, full weight, for a couple seconds before rolling off, and standing before him again.

His face was red, and he blinked in wonder as he coughed a little. With a stuffy voice, he started to chuckle as he smiled at me.

"Happy now?" I said, feeling surprisingly good about my spontaneous seating arrangement, however temporary. I just hoped I didn't stink. Fuck, I still hadn't showered since... whenever.

"I mean," he said wearily, like his nose was plugged up, "not bad for a start."

I rolled my eyes at him, arms crossed. He was an insatiable hunk.

"You can't take my weight. I'd probably kill you by accident." I wasn't exactly hating this. If I was honest, for the first time in my life I was kind of excited to flaunt my weight, even just in conversation. In practice was fun too.

"You won't," he said, not making an attempt to move. He actually sunk a little lower into the couch.

I almost tried to divert us towards something else less... bizarre. But I wanted to try it again. I stepped up and over him, so my legs were on either side of his shoulders. I slowly squatted over him, facing his legs, pausing my position by holding the top of the couch with one hand.

"Just to be clear, you WANT me to like, smother you, right? Even if I haven't like... showered?"

"Katie, I think I'll enjoy it even more." His voice set my mind at ease.

I sat on him.

The first time was his lap. The second was his face. Both of those times I had been sitting on him as he lay sideways.

This time, we were aligned. I rested my giant, pale cheeks on his smaller, tanned ones. Along with my jammies, of course, but they were wearing thin. Again, his nose pressed into my crack. As I rested more weight I realized it was digging in, towards my asshole.

He asked for it. Basically.

As I sunk into the couch, and he was compressed under me, I was highly aware that breathing would be impossible for him. Which, if I was honest, scared me more than anything about our ongoing tryst.

I lifted up, with some effort. I heard him inhale deeply, taking in air from what probably smelled like a fat girl's sweaty ass. But the sound he made both put my mind at ease that he would survive this, and also told me he'd be in ecstasy the whole time.

What a pervert. I loved him for it.

I sat down again, realizing there was a cycle to this if I didn't want to commit fratricide. Which, for the record, I did not.

After my cellulite smothered him for a bit, I would lift up, and then after a moment, suffocate him all over again.

If I'm honest, it wasn't the same as being eaten out. But it was fun. And as I noticed, he was getting incredibly hard from this. I reached for his erection poking up through his sweats but almost fell forward. My eager hands would have to wait.

After a few minutes of squashing his face on and off under my grubby butt, I stood up.

"Happy yet?" I said, feeling warm and probably perspiring. I looked down at my brother.

He looked like someone who had just tried to hold his breath for too long-- or had been forced to. He rubbed his crimson face and took deep breaths as he grinned at me.

"Uh-huh," he groaned, nodding. His member pulsed once.

"Can't see how that's a turn-on." I waited for an answer. I wanted him to talk about it.

"It's cozy," he said, sounding like his sinuses were congested, "and like, I dunno. It's like breath-play. It's a rush. Plus, getting to feel your ass on my face, not bad at all."

"My big ass?" I asked, teasing him with a little wiggle.

"Yup, that one."

"But don't I stink?" I bit my lip. I think I'd be content with whatever his answer was.

"No. But, I enjoy smelling you. You smell great."

I smiled. And crawled on top of his horizontal frame, so I could lay on him.

"And I'm not too heavy?" I said, resting my thigh across his lap, resting my chest on his. Burying him under me, pinning him between the couch and my weight.

"You feel good on top of me," he said, only grunting a little as I relaxed on him.

I stole a kiss, enjoying the sensation of his boner poking into my belly. We kissed for a couple minutes.

"Wanna go to my bed?" I asked. It was time. I needed to feel him inside me. We needed to get this inevitable act over with. I couldn't bear to wait any longer. It was fucked. We were mental. But I needed this.

"Okay, Katie," said Hunter, looking only a little nervous.

I got off him. I helped him to his feet. I grabbed the grocery bag. I wasn't about to forget THAT until halfway through.

He followed me downstairs. Hands on my shoulders.

"Room looks nice," said my brother, as I took off my pants and sat on my bed, waiting.

Hunter took his shirt off. Paused at his sweats. "Taking your top off too?"

I almost fought him on it, but instead, against my crumbling remnants of self-consciousness, I said, "You can do it for me."

He took off his clothes, and his raging hard erection stood at attention, bobbing, as he crawled into bed.

I let him pull my shirt off. Relished the sensation of his fingers exploring my fat rolls, and other curvy parts. He unclasped my bra after several attempts. My heavy breasts were freed.

And there I was, fully exposed to my brother save for my diminutive undies. I lay back, so he could claim those too. I lifted my ass so he could pull them off. He wasted no time.

I lay in bed, naked, waiting for my equally naked brother to take me. Horizontal, my belly didn't seem as big. Same went for my fat tit's.

"You have such a beautiful body," he said as he surveyed my curves. It sounded like something that someone who cared about me would say; I knew he was biased, mostly because of his fat fetish. But I accepted it. I accepted it all now.

"Thanks, Hunter. You're one to talk. You're so fucking... sexy." I still struggled with certain words, but it was an apt assessment. He was a flippin' dreamboat, twin or not.

He climbed towards me, as I settled my head against my pillow, slowly spreading my chubby thighs apart. Fuck, Katie. Still no shower? Too late, I thought. Again.

I passed him the box of condoms I had set by the bed.

He unwrapped one, and applied it to his cock. He made it look easy.

"Never done this before," he said, fidgeting with it as he rolled it over his shaft.

"First timer here too," I said, eagerly awaiting his protected member. A pang of shame returned only for a minute, repeating the words: your brother, it's your brother, your own brother, he's your--

I shut them out. No. I absorbed them. I fucking loved that he was my brother. He loved me. I loved him. My twin. Now we would prove it to each other.

"I'll go slow," he said, as he positioned himself between my thighs. His tone threw me off for a second. He sounded more nervous than me.

I gripped his forearm. "Okay," I said, trying to reassure him with my smile. One that hopefully said, I want this, I'm ready.

"Katie," he said, pausing, "are you sure that--"

"Hunter," I said softly, our eyes locked and his tip teasing at my wet lips, "I need you inside me, now."

His worry melted as he smiled. And gently pushed in.

His alignment was perfect, but I was tight. I resisted biting my lip so I didn't appear uncomfortable. But as my brother's cock forced its way into me, even slowly, there was a small amount of pain.

That pain changed, quickly. An indescribable feeling of fulfilment came over me as his cock sunk inside me, until he was in all the way.

Virgins, no longer.

I didn't realize I had been holding my breath until he started to slowly pull out. I gasped, and he stopped.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah," I whimpered. "Don't stop."

He gently continued. I'm not sure if the condom was ribbed for my pleasure, but I felt every sensation within me as he began to get into the rhythm of pushing in and out of me-- of fucking me.

My breasts were bouncing around with his movements. I'm sure a bunch of me was jiggling around.

He leaned back, still within me, but now I could see his body, and he could see mine.

We didn't speak. He smiled at the sight of me, and the sensation of using me as I used him. He put a gentle hand to my right boob, massaging it as he thrust in and out of my womanhood. It felt too tight in the beginning, but I had softened.

His hand came up, cupping my cheek, then running his hand through my hair. He thumbed my earlobe. I let a moan escape my lips, despite trying to keep quiet.

He moaned in response. My brother, who loved me so much he had to fill me.

"Hunter," I whispered, solely because I wanted my name in his mouth while his cock was between my legs.

"Oh, Katie," he whispered back, running his hands along my sides. He squeezed my love handles. He palmed at my belly. Grab it all, Hunter-- whatever floats your boat.

The steady friction was building to a decent pace, and I couldn't believe how good it felt to have sex. This was NOT overrated. I had avoided using toys for some reason or another. I never had anything other than a couple fingers inside of me. This was bliss.

I instinctively reached for my clit, then stopped. But Hunter moved my hand back between my legs.

"Touch yourself," he said, "if you want."

I did want. So I took his advice.

Diddling myself added a whole new level of pleasure. I loved that I was masturbating while he fucked me. I loved that he was hot. I loved that we were twins, even if we looked nothing alike. Because we looked nothing alike. Because we were in love.

"Hunter, I..." I whimpered softly, "I'm gonna come soon."

His blue eyes lit up. He increased his speed. He started to dig his fingers deep into my soft folds. Whatever gets you there faster, brother. I bit my lip as the moment approached.

The moment I was waiting for, finally here. He started to pant, and to frown, as his own moment approached. I gripped his hips with my hands, pulling him deeper inside me, ignoring the sounds of my fat slapping against him. Knowing he loved it.

Loved me.

Loved my body, and the way I felt. The way he felt inside me. How good it would feel to finish, our flesh entwined.

And I felt it. Building. Coming.

I started to whine involuntary as my mouth opened wide, and a loud moan escaped from somewhere deep inside of me. I dug my nails into his hips as I came, screaming out his name in guttural cries of bliss.

He too began to moan, mirroring my orgasm as he whispered my name over and over, pleasure washing over him, my own name echoing in my ear as I felt him pulse inside me, coming inside me.

He fell upon me, heaving, sweating-- as was I-- and moaning as our bodies melded-- as did our minds in that moment. Or so it felt.

I hummed in a post-coital fit of joy, his cock still throbbing inside me, as he lifted a little, as not to crush me.

"Fuck," he said, breathless, looking at me with his wonderfully blue eyes.

"Yeah," I panted. He kissed me. And again. We kissed in between our gasps for air as he softened inside me. I tensed myself, giving him little hugs between my legs.

He slowly pulled away, pulling out. The condom remained, and for a terrifying second I thought it was lost inside me, leaking. But he gripped it and pulled it from me.

"We're good," he said, holding up the full condom.

I laughed at the absurdity of it. This little bag of my brother's spunk. He threw it into the trash bin by the bed.

He lay beside me, facing me. I was too warm to cover myself up, but I closed my legs a little.

"Amazing," I said, before he could ask me.

"Really?" he said, rubbing my belly. I didn't mind the feeling one bit. He could touch me anywhere.

"How about for you?" I asked.

"Indescribable."

"Hmm," I said with a smirk. "Good."

We both laughed, and cuddled into the other. The room reeked of sweat, and sex. We stayed curled up together until our damp bodies cooled, and the silence went on long enough.

"So, sis..." Hunter said, smirking a little, "what'd you get up to this weekend?"

"Well my bro," I said, putting my heavy thigh over him, "not too much."

"Cool, cool."

"Hunter?" I said, my voice losing its levity.

"Yeah Katie?" He studied me with a kind smile.

"I just love you so much," I said, almost tearing up at the emotions I felt for him. He had no idea how good he made me feel, on every level. I could never get it across, because there weren't enough words.

"I love you too," he said, nuzzling in close.

"But like, I'm IN LOVE with you."

"I know," he sighed, brushing the hair from my eyes, as we lay naked in bed. "I'm in love with you."

I held back my tears. I kissed him to distract myself. And because I loved to do it.

By the time Mom came home, we had already dressed and made dinner for the three of us. She complimented us for being good kids. Yes Mom, anything you say Mom.

We watched a movie together.

Mom went to bed.

Hunter and I lingered by the steps.

We kissed silently, and held each other close. More than anything, I wanted him to sleep in my bed. But we needed to be rational. Going forward, we needed to use our heads. We had to play our roles.

I went to sleep that night feeling more satisfied with my life than I ever had before.

When Monday came, it blindsided me. I had literally forgotten about school, and feeling fat, and I had probably forgot to study for something.

But that morning, Hunter and I walked to school together, talking about our weekend in great detail. It built me up. Made me feel invincible.

School was different. People seemed childish to me, or more so than normal. The popular kids didn't intimidate me like they used to, whether intentional on their part or not.

Best of all, Hunter never left my side.

We laughed at every break, every lunch, and every walk to and from school for the whole week. We were having too much fun in each other's presence to care about the outside world.

At home, we cuddled when we had time alone, or kissed, and once that week, we made love again.

It was slower, and there was less pressure. It was our second rodeo. As the cowgirl, I would know. I liked being on top. I think Hunter enjoyed himself too.

That weekend, we went for a walk in the park near our place. It had been years since we walked those trails together. When nobody was around, we held hands. We kissed in the middle of the verdant, mossy forest.

The following week at school, we hung out with some of Hunter's friends, just for a bit. I was worried at first, but most of them were nice enough. I think my newfound confidence, courtesy of Hunter, helped me feel at ease with even the prettiest of girls around me. I knew Hunter liked me more, and that gave me an edge.

But over the next few days we reverted to hanging solo, with the occasional socializing peppered in for good measure.

We talked dirty in secret. Nobody batted an eye. Just twins, doing their twin thing.

Dad came home that weekend. We went for a road trip as a family for the first time in a while. We camped overnight just outside of town. Hunter and I shared a tent.

That night, we waited until Mom and Dad were in their camper. Then we fooled around. Hunter wanted to try something new. And Hunter got what he wanted.

Sixty-nining was a new favorite of ours after that night. I knew that for him, a big part of it was being semi-smothered under my pussy, as well as it being the first time I put his dick in my mouth, but he wasn't the only one that had an amazing night.

Over the next few months, we found moments alone with each other, and explored various avenues of sexual experimentation.

Some things were one-offs, others became basic staples. I'm not saying we tried everything in the book, but we had our fun when Mom and Dad were away-- and learned each other's secrets, and weaknesses, and desires.

By Christmas, I had put on a bit more weight. I told Hunter that I didn't want to keep gaining weight forever, and he was more than supportive in veering us towards a healthier lifestyle. After Christmas, of course.

By the spring, I had reverted back to my old weight. I think my body was a little more... in shape. Still shapely, but not as shapeless. I felt a little hotter, honestly.

Hunter supported me, and never stopped telling me how good I looked.

We had the odd close call: Mom or Dad coming home unannounced, the occasional night that Hunter fell asleep in my room. But anything could be easily explained as siblings. We had the ultimate benefit of the doubt, because nobody even considered what the ulterior motives could be for siblings staying up late, giggling together from behind closed doors.

I almost felt bad, sometimes. But those days were long gone. We were too in love to care.

We graduated that summer, doing decent enough in school to warrant a trip to Universal Studios after school was out. That was a real blast.

We both got into the university we had applied to. We had Grandma to thank for leaving us a sizable savings for our education when she passed a couple years prior. Spoiled brats, I know.

We said our goodbyes to Mom and Dad the day we were college-bound. We took off in Hunter's slightly used, albeit new car.

We made new friends there, and although sexual tensions were high with a few of them, we were never tempted to explore new experiences with other people. I kissed a girl, but I was impartial. Maybe a lack of cherry ChapStick.

Co-ed dorm rooms meant that Hunter and I could lock our door to the outside world, and really get lost in each other. We had sex a lot in the first year. You would often find me smothering him between my cheeks, with his cock in my mouth, if you came knocking. But nobody did.

We had transitioned into a healthy balance of sex, facesitting, breath play, and it sounds dumb, but we loved getting ourselves off in front of the other, nearly touching but not. Sometimes with our legs entwined, like the old "couch days."

Nobody at school ever caught on. We were pros at explaining away our single status, and any coincidences or the fact that we were inseparable. We were twins.

Hunter got a vasectomy halfway through school, around the two-year mark. Neither of us wanted kids anyway, especially not between our crazy asses.

That first time he was inside me, skin on skin, was very special. When he filled me with his sterile seed for the first time, it was wonderful, to say the least.

We both got into running, but I still couldn't shed my curves completely. I was big-boned, and still had thick limbs and curvy corners. Hunter just seemed to get hotter.

We finished school, landed very comfortable jobs, and bought a house together, a few towns over. Mom and Dad were still doing fine. They didn't question our decision. They figured one of us would eventually meet someone, but our financial success kept them off our backs. They were just happy we were doing well. We had a spare room we pretended was Hunter's in case we had people over.

And like that, it was a Saturday morning, roughly five years since this had all started.

I rolled over in bed, toying with Hunter's morning wood.

"Happy birthday," I said into his ear.

"To you as well," he said, grinning as he opened his eyes.

"I love having weekends off," I said, kissing him on the cheek.

"God, I know."

"Breakfast, then maybe a movie?" I stroked him, nibbling on his neck. Admiring my man in all his glory.

"Sounds good. Nothing like doing nothing on the couch."

"I miss our old couch sometimes," I said, yawning. He peppered my neck with kisses. I giggled.

"Had some good times, way back when," he said, caressing my breasts, and massaging my belly. He never stopped enjoying my body.

"Sure did," I said, as a lifetime of memories flowed through my mind, like a stream of perfect moments, intertwined together. I thought of those two kids, legs together, unaware of how perfect they were for one another. But they figured it out.

"Let's go have some more," said Hunter, with a wink.

I took his advice, and crawled on top of his firm member, letting my weight rest upon him. I stared into his ocean-blue eyes as he pushed up inside me. Filling me. Completing me. And always and forever loving me.

I whispered to my twin brother:

"Let's start here."

...

THE END