Twin Sister Denies It Ever Happened

"What did you just say?"

He looked up at his twin, frowning. "What?"

She glared at him from the foot of the stairs. "You heard me. Why would you say that? It's disgusting." She shook her head, then stomped away into the kitchen.

Adam sat on the sofa, the remote still in his raised hand, pointed somewhere near the television. He'd been flipping channels when his twin sister, Ava, had appeared. It was Saturday evening, and she had a date.

She'd stood, preening in the mirror hanging over a small table, facing away from him when she'd spun on her heel, accusing him of... what?

She couldn't have known what he had been thinking. Not unless...

No, that was way in the past, back when they were little. She didn't believe him anymore when he asked her about it, but he knew the truth.

It'd happened. A long time ago, but it was a thing. And to prove it, she'd heard his thought. He hadn't spoken a word.

He sighed. Of course, it had to be that thought. He couldn't help it. She was beautiful. He knew that better than anyone. How could she get mad at him for seeing it, how amazing she was, for responding, if only inside his mind?

Shaking his head, he resumed flipping through channels as he listened to her making a racket and muttering in the kitchen.

Not finding anything to watch, he wondered about it. It hadn't occurred for quite a while, probably over a year. And it was always when he felt that spike of emotion. That one peculiar feeling he had that thankfully happened rarely.

That feeling he had for his sister. It wasn't his fault. She caused it to happen as she'd flounced down the stairs, her incredibly short, pleated skirt bouncing, showing her smooth, slim thighs with each step. Her tits, covered in a thin, silky blouse, bounced only enough to announce their existence without being inappropriate.

Her sex appeal was undeniable, and Adam never could stop his feelings for Ava. They were connected. In a way no one ever spoke or wrote about. Some science fiction stories got close, but this was not that. This was real.

Of course, she denied there was anything, to the point of getting angry with him and refusing to speak to him for a day or more until she calmed down.

That tenuous link that bound them, triggering every once in a while. It had just wiggled again, letting his sister know of her brother's deepest, darkest desire.

And it had pissed her off.

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"You kids be careful in there. Stay in the tub, wash yourselves, and call out when the water gets too cold." Their father smiled as he looked at the array of plastic toys floating in the bubbly bathwater. "You got all your stuff?"

Grinning, already with soap bubbles in their hair, the twins nodded. "Yup, daddy," Ava giggled, "we're fine."

"Can you put more bubbles in?" Adam bounced where he sat, cross-legged, grinning up at his dad.

He chuckled. "No sport, you guys have enough. Any more and I'll never find you." He lightly splashed his son, then flicked the other way and got some suds on his daughter. Before they could retaliate, he pulled the shower curtain closed and left, his laughter fading as he walked down the hall.

"Wanna do it again?" Adam grinned at his sister as she pushed a rubber duck around, making motor boat sounds.

She looked up at him, her arm driving the small yellow toy. Her eyes twinkled. "Okay."

They sat still, having already found that was the best way to do it. Looking into each other's eyes, they concentrated. Searching with his mind, without the vocabulary to name that action, he looked for his sister.

She hissed, her brows raising high as he felt her. Still as two stone statues, they connected.

He grunted as his vision swam, his eyes feeling funny. He heard her make a similar sound and waited.

"Oh," Ava said, her voice low. A moment later, he echoed her.

He saw himself, a three-year-old boy, sitting in the warm, soapy water, toys floating around him.

Do you feel what I feel?

She nodded, and with some other part of his mind where his eyes were still his, he knew she had. But he was also somewhere inside her. Seeing what she saw and feeling the things she felt.

I do. Do you?

He heard her answer and smiled. Reaching out, he touched her arm as clumps of soap bubbles dripped from his hand. He felt what she felt, the soft, wet feel of his palm sliding over her arm, then across the back of her hand.

Do that to me.

She grinned, gathered some bubbles, then coated his arm with them. He felt her small hand on his arm and hand, but also what she felt while doing it. He felt her thinking about how his arm was larger than hers, compared to what he felt when he touched her.

I love this! I can feel what you do, and what you think and see.

Her giggles echoed off the tiled walls. I know, it's so neat!

Does everyone do this?

She shook her head. I don't know. I've never heard anyone say anything about it.

He wondered and felt her in his head as he did. Have you ever talked to anyone else about... this?

No! Have you?

She had to know his answer before he'd even finished the thought. Of course not. Even at their young age, they knew at some instinctive level what they shared was unique.

What do you think it is? Her eyebrows rose as she looked at him.

I dunno, but I love it. I love you.

He felt her love as she smiled at him, then lifted her hand and touched the tip of his nose, leaving behind some bubbles. He giggled and brushed it away.

They played silently, speech unnecessary. Elaborate fantasies about pirates and navies, heroes and maidens in distress, all manner of games kids played, filled their time in the bath, all acted out in their connected and combined minds.

They both turned as their father entered the bathroom, then slid the curtain aside. Both Adam and Ava quickly severed the link between them. Whenever they were joined and he came nearby, they felt him, like a rumble only they could hear, and for some unspoken reason, they didn't want their dad to know.

He smiled down at them. "You guys all pruned up?"

Adam hated the feeling of loss when they separated suddenly, and he saw the same feeling in her eyes. It was almost painful compared to the times they disconnected when they were alone. Then, they would agree and, like letting go of hands, they drifted apart, the link dimming, thoughts and feelings fading until it was gone.

"Yup," Ava said, "it's getting cold."

Their father stood them up and pulled out the stopper. He turned on the faucet, checked the temperature, and then switched it to the shower. The siblings took turns under the falling water, rinsing the soap away. One after the other, he helped them out and gave them warm, fluffy towels to dry with.

"Need any help getting your jammies on?" he asked them.

They were big kids now, almost four, and both shook their heads. "We can do it."

"There's my little grown ups." he beamed down at them. "Get dressed and brush your teeth. Call me when you're in bed, and I'll come kiss you goodnight. Momma would, but she's working late tonight."

"We will, daddy!"

They trooped into the room they shared. Two twin beds were separated by a small nightstand. Bureaus stood against both left and right walls, one for each of them. In a few minutes, they'd put on their warm jammies.

Adam and Ava had shared this room since they were babies when their parents had bought the house. Their mother, Mabel, hadn't believed the doctor at first when he announced she was with twins. There were no twins in her family, she explained.

But Dan, their father, had smiled and nodded, keeping his thoughts to himself as the doctor moved the ultrasound wand around, pinpointing the two distinct heartbeats. The warbling sound filling the room, then fading, only to be replaced with a different one.

After returning from the bathroom, teeth brushed, they got under the covers and called out to their father. He came in and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Why do you two sleep in the same bed?" He pointed at the other. "Ava, you have your own."

She frowned and shifted under the covers, curling up into a ball. Adam moved closer to her, putting his arm over her. "We like it this way," Adam said, his face serious.

She nodded at her father, then looked at Adam. "I sleep better like this."

Dan shrugged, then leaned over and kissed each one on the forehead. "Okay, fine. If that's what you guys like."

Ava smiled at him. "We do, daddy."

He had them say their prayers, then with another kiss, he smiled and went to the door, shutting off the overhead light. Two nightlights, one on each wall, glowed enough for them to see. "Goodnight, my babies. I love you."

"Love you, too!"

He blew them a kiss, then closed the door.

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Adam found a show that seemed tolerable, unable to ignore her presence as she fretted on the other side of the room. Her date was late, and only the most insensitive brother would have missed her growing anxiety.

"He'll be here," Adam said from where he sat, not turning to look at her.

She huffed, then stomped over to the window and peered out. "He better," she muttered as she turned and stood at the end of the couch, staring at him.

He looked over at her. "What?"

She shook her head, but remained silent. He searched, but there was no link. There never was, but he still tried from time to time.

"I don't know." She kept staring at him, giving nothing away.

One of his eyebrows rose. He waited, knowing her. Knowing she needed time to get her words right.

"Oh, fuck it!" She stomped her foot, but remained, her glare growing.

He held her gaze, unimpressed by her outburst.

She shook her arms, slapping them against the sides of her bare thighs. She frowned and tilted her head to the side. "Why do you say those things?"

His smile grew slowly, and she became visibly angrier. Before she could explode, he said, "You know I didn't utter a word." His low, calm voice stood in direct proportion to the bubbling cauldron of emotion that was his sister.

"Don't start with that shit. I'm sick of it!" Her eyes blazed daggers at him.

"Fine. Suit yourself." He shrugged, then tilted his head to the side, studying her. She was mad, her breaths heavy as her boobs moved. That spike in his heart flared for a fraction of a second.

Her eyes widened. He knew he'd not let anything show, and hadn't made a sound. His face was a rigid mask.

She'd felt it. That feeling he couldn't always control.

"You're crazy. That's it. Certifiable, totally fucking nuts." She spun and stormed away. The sounds of a car in need of a muffler came from down the street, treating the neighborhood to a sound Adam thought should be illegal.

"Romeo's here," he called out, again facing the mindless television show.

Her exasperated sound made him smile. Tod was a dick. He drove a dick car, dressed like a dick, treated her like a dick would. Thirty minutes late, and they were supposed to go to a movie.

Obviously they missed the start, so he'd probably just want to take her to Frenchman's Peak to make out instead of at least buying her dinner and taking her somewhere nice. That they had only turned eighteen a few weeks before and this dickhead was in his twenties bothered both him and his parents. He wondered if she was still a virgin like he was.

Adam knew he'd do better than the douche who had finally shut off the piece of shit now parked in front of his house. Without caring if she picked up on his admittedly inappropriate feelings, he pictured holding her in his arms as they kissed in the backseat of his car.

She opened the door, already arguing with the grungy, probably smelly, idiot of a boyfriend. Adam did his best to tune it out as she got her coat and purse. Without a word, she followed him out the front door and slammed it closed.

She couldn't keep denying the random odd things that still happened between them. One day, she'd have to face facts. He grinned. Maybe she had felt his thoughts. Let her. She always denied it, ever since that day.

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That day had dawned bright. Adam heard birds chirping in the tree outside their bedroom window. He threw the sheet aside and swung his legs over, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. He sighed, then turned to look at the other bed.

The messy pile of long brown hair was all he could see of his sister. About to enter middle school in a few weeks, she'd been letting it grow out, wanting to appear more mature as she began the change to womanhood. Puberty was on them, morphing both their bodies and minds.

At that age, emotions sometimes ran high. He might snap at her for no reason, then an hour later she might walk over and slap the back of his head. He'd grown taller, now several inches above than her.

A few inches over five feet, she was worried about not growing any taller. He assured her she'd still have some growth spurts, and she'd laughed, asking him when he'd become an expert. Shrugging, he chuckled and walked away, happy to be only an inch shorter than their father, with still more to go, he was sure.

Another change puberty had brought, and not one he liked, was that they no longer played the way they did when little, sitting together, or running around, not saying a word, but laughing, their eyes twinkling at each other.

Over the years, their growing maturity, and the innocence-killing reality of the world around them, infiltrated and changed the life they'd freely bonded over when small.

They still had moments when emotions were shared, making them pause and smile at the other. But as puberty did its magic, it also took the link away until it was a mere shadow, rarely manifesting itself.

Adam and Ava grew, made friends, and slowly drifted apart. Not that they didn't hang out most evenings watching shows, but the transition from childhood to teenager influenced their relationship.

He stood and stretched, faced away from his sister, his arms raised over his head. Clad in a t-shirt and underwear, he missed her shifting and opening her eyes. Lowering his hands, he placed them on his lower back and scratched.

Something niggled at his hindbrain, and he stopped to listen. The warm, familiar presence washed over him, fainter than he'd ever felt, but he knew it was her. He turned his head and stared at her.

Ava lay on her side, her blanket a rumpled mess around her. Only her eyes were visible, peeking through wisps of hair.

"You were looking at me."

"No, I wasn't," she said, her words muffled by her covers.

He faced her and nodded. "Yes, you were. I felt you staring at me."

She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. "Oh, jeez. Not that again." She lifted her arm and put it under her head.

He looked at her as she lay there, wanting her to feel his stare.

Her eyes flew open as she whipped her head over to glare at him. "Knock it off!"

"What?" He lifted his hands, palms up. "I didn't say anything." He grinned at her scowl.

"I heard you. Stop it! You know it makes me feel uncomfortable."

"I told you. I didn't say anything."

She groaned and rolled to face away from him. "You know you did." She turned her head back toward him. "And don't give me any more of that crap about our 'connection'. You know that's not real."

He watched her turn her back to him again, and that had been the last time he'd felt the link between them. She'd shut him out, not wanting to admit they had something special.

Guys were paying her attention now, and she had a group of friends that took more and more of her time. Taking her away from him.

He sighed, then grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom that sat between their shared bedroom and the empty guest room.

Later that day, she'd surprised him, and hurt him more than he'd admit, when she asked their parents if she could move into the guest room. Explaining she was growing up, she wanted her own space. Their parents agreed, and that night he slept alone in their childhood room for the first time in his life.

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Adam had trouble concentrating on the science fiction movie he'd put on. His thoughts kept returning to his sister. He couldn't stop the image of her in that prick's arms, laying back, him hovering over her, leering, wanting her. Like Adam wanted her.

Why did he keep thinking this way? He was reasonably attractive. Not as much as his sister was beautiful, but he'd gotten dates before.

They went nowhere, though, usually fizzling out before a second or third date. It frustrated him, and talking it over with his father hadn't helped. Something in his father's words made him wonder, as if he knew he harbored hidden feelings he didn't want anyone to know.

His mom tried to encourage him, telling him he was a catch and there was a lucky girl out there waiting for him.

Images of Ava as she flounced around in her short skirt ran roughshod through his brain, and again, he saw her in the backseat of that idiot's messy car. She was struggling, conflicted. As if she didn't know what to do, or how far to go.

She was scared now. What the fuck? Why was he having these thoughts? He shook his head, trying to clear it.

Suddenly his phone rang, his sister's ringtone playing as the phone wobbled on the coffee table. He leaned forward and slid his finger on the screen, then lifted it to his ear.

"County morgue. You kill 'em, we chill 'em."

"Adam!" Her voice was an octave higher than normal, and he heard a note of panic underlying her words. "I need you!" He could hear her breathing hard.

"Ava, where are you?" His back went rigidly straight.

"I'm on the road. Please," she begged and he could picture her hunched, the phone pressed tight to her ear. "Just come and get me. Right now!"

He was on his feet, slipping on his shoes as he leaned over to get his keys. He was talking as he headed toward the door.

"What road?" He heard her panting. "Breath. Take a moment and calm down. I'm on my way." The door slammed behind him as he took the steps down two at a time. He hit the button, unlocking his truck.

He heard her sob, but her breathing seemed a little slower as he opened the door.

"I'm by Frenchman's Peak, hiding in the trees."

He started the pickup, then put her on speaker. "In the trees? What the fuck happened?" His tires slid on the gravel at the edge of the street as he backed out. In a slew of tiny rocks, the truck spun, then skidded as he jammed it into drive, throwing more rocks as he took off down the road.

"Tod, he tried to make me..." she sobbed again, and he pressed down on the gas after turning onto the main road.

"Are you okay?" His heart burst with worry and anger. If that fuck had raped his sister, he'd kill him. No mercy, just a long, painful, bloody death.

"Yeah, I didn't do anything, but he wanted me to. Oh, please, just come."

"I'm going as fast as I can. Just a few more minutes, I'm almost out of town." He prayed no police would stop him as the lights of town dwindled in his rear-view mirror. As the road ascended, he drove through the old pine forest on the largest hill of the low range that ran along the outskirts.

He talked to her as he drove as quickly as possible over the dark, twisting roads. He joked around, poked fun at her television shows, anything to keep her occupied until he could find her.

The infamous make-out spot was up ahead. Adam had driven by it a few times, but had yet to bring a girl there. What he hadn't realized was that it wasn't just one location. There were several turnoffs leading down dirt paths to where people would park.

He didn't know which one she was at. As he passed one such place, he asked her, "Where are you? What turn off?"

"I don't know. Tod was driving."

"There's more than one."

"I got out of his car and he roared off, leaving me. There was no one else there, but then another car drove up and they parked on the other side. I hid in the trees, but I don't think they saw me.

"Okay, I'll try the next turnoff. Look for my pickup."

"I will."

Adam slowed, seeing a dirt road, but something told him to keep going. He passed it by, and a feeling inside him grew.

She was out there. Alone and scared. Both of them flooded with adrenaline, wanting the other.

He felt it. A tugging. It turned his head, and he almost drove by it. Slamming on the brakes, he fishtailed and was glad no one was behind him. Throwing the wheel hard, he spun and bounced down the dirt road, flanked on both sides by thick pine trees.

He couldn't see anything through the small forest, and he slowed, not wanting her to jump out in front of him. Just as he saw the trees give way to a wide open area, something made him look to the left.

There, between two trees, Ava crouched, looking small and frightened. He spun his truck around, the twin beams of his headlights swinging to face her.

He threw the gearshift into park and opened the door, jumped out, and ran towards his sister.

"Ava! It's me!"

She stood up, then ran to him. They collided and almost fell before hands found hands and they steadied themselves.

Throwing her arms around his neck, she shuddered as he held her close. "Oh, Adam. Thank you. Thank you."

He pulled her tight, making shushing noises as he ran his hand down her back. She pressed her cheek to his chest, and he felt her tears wet his t-shirt. After a minute, she calmed and looked up at her brother.

Looking into her eyes, he asked, "What happened?"

Her brows furrowed, and her chest shuddered. "He wanted me to..." She shook her head. "Can we go?"

Nodding, he put his arm around her waist and walked her to the passenger side of his truck and held open the door. She climbed in and he closed it, then went around and got in.

He glanced over, but she was looking out the side window as he drove down the dirt lane, then turned onto the road heading towards home.

"Ava?"

She sighed, then turned and looked at him. "I'm so sorry."

"Are you alright?"

She looked out the front for a moment, then drew a deep breath. "That little, slimy fucker." Her words were laced with acid.

A pulse went through Adam's heart. "What did he do to you?"

She turned back to him, hearing his anger. "He didn't... do anything. But he wanted me to."

"Um."

She sighed again. "We missed the start of the movie, the stupid prick." She shook her head. "Of course, he suggested we come up here.

"I told him he had to take me somewhere, and he said we'd get something to eat. I thought he meant before coming here, but no, he drove us up here and we parked."

"What an asshole," Adam said, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. They'd just left the treeline, reaching the flat part of the road that led into their small town. A few cars drove by, and he wondered if all nightly traffic going that way ended up at the Peak.

"Yeah," she said in a low voice. "You were right about him." She paused, and he waited, knowing it was best if she told him at her own pace. "It was alright at first, just some talking, then kissing." She shook her head and chuckled, but it sounded derisive, not funny.

"Can you believe I let that douchebag talk me into getting into the backseat? What an idiot I am."

Adam kept his tongue, totally agreeing with her, and remembering the images that haunted his mind just before she called.

"Well, not to get into too much detail..." She didn't continue, and he wondered if she was going to go on with her story.

After a deep sigh, she said, "That prick wanted me to blow him!" Her words came out with fire.

"Fuck." Adam was mad, but, and he was ashamed to admit it, understood how the little asshole felt.

Ava's head whipped around to look at him, eyes wide. His gaze flicked over to her before returning to the road. "What?"

She stared, then shook her head. "Anyways, there was no way I was gonna do that with him." She balled her fist and hit her thigh.

Adam grunted as they drove, passing the few houses on the outskirts of town.

"Like I'd want my first time to be with some scuzzy dick like him," Ava said as she looked out the side window. Adam heard the tone in her voice and the softness of her words. The import of what she said hit him. He'd wondered if she was still a virgin. He was, and it rankled him, but he never could keep a girlfriend long enough to get anywhere.

He reached over the bench seat and took her hand, holding it lightly. She squeezed him once, but remained quiet.

"Hey, you didn't eat, did you?"

She sniffled and glanced at him, and he saw her eyes were red and a line of wet tears ran down her cheek. She tried to smile and shook her head.

Adam's heart burst. Raging emotions filled him. He wanted to hold his sister, tell her it was all going to be okay, that she was the most precious person in the world and deserved the very best.

He also wanted to kill the little bastard who had scared and abandoned his twin. That thought raged in his mind, warring with an intense desire to protect Ava.

"Don't, okay?" Ava said as she looked at him, her brows furrowed.

Her words intruded into his thoughts, pushing aside murderous images. "What?" he asked, his head turning to look at her.

"Just don't do anything to him. He's not worth it. I know what you want to do. Please don't."

He stared at her. "Um... okay. But how-"

A blaring horn grabbed his attention, and he got back into his lane. They were going down the main street, and he'd drifted over. Ava's giggle relaxed him, and he spotted one of their favorite places up ahead.

"Hey, want a burger and a shake?" He pointed, and she saw the old-fashioned restaurant.

"Sure." He felt her bounce on the wide seat, her voice now happy. He pulled in and parked in an angled space. Rolling down his window, he perused the menu that sat on a pole about a foot away. Ava unbuckled her seatbelt and slid next to him to peer out the window.

A scratchy, electronic voice asked from the small speaker, "Welcome to the Burger Shack. What can we get you?"

He turned his head and looked at her, surprised her face was a few inches from his. Their eyes met, and he felt her breath on his cheek. She tore her eyes away from his and spoke. "One cheeseburger combo with a strawberry shake, please."

He looked at her for a moment longer, noting her cheeks had turned a light shade of pink, her tears gone, then turned and ordered his meal.

She slid back to her side, and they sat and chatted. Adam wasn't sure if she wanted to discuss the reason they were now sitting there.

Her hand found his, and she held it, looking at her brother. "Kind of like old times, huh?"

His brows rose. Old times, like when their parents would bring them here, or like... when?

She smiled, and he felt warmer from it. "I mean when we were little. Playing dashing prince and damsel in distress." She chuckled, making him laugh softly. "Remember all the scenarios we'd come up with. They were so complex. All the ways I was supposed to get in trouble and needed you to come and rescue me."

Adam's heart felt full in his chest as he held his twin's hand and talked about the games they used to play when they were little. He knew not to mention how they communicated back then. This rare, comfortable moment between them was too good to spoil by trying to get her to admit what she'd vehemently denied for so long.

One day, he knew she'd have to admit this unique thing they had ran deep. Now was not the time.

Now was the time to rebuild some bridges and reconnect with the person he loved more than any other.

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A few days later, Adam stood under the hot shower as the spray pounded his back.

"Shit," Adam muttered as he looked around. Remembering he'd used up the bar of soap the day before and had forgotten to get another from the small closet next to the door to Ava's room, he slid the shower open and stepped out onto the rug, trying to reach the closet.

Unable to reach it, he took another step as he dripped onto the tile, flicked the cupboard open, and grabbed a box of soap. He opened it, tossing the container in the trash and got back into the shower.

As he finished rinsing himself, he heard Ava's door open, then realized he'd forgotten to lock it from inside. That's how they'd maintained privacy while sharing a bathroom. Each bedroom door had a small latch on the bathroom side. It was agreed they'd gently pull on the door, and if it was locked, they'd wait until the other was out, having unlocked the other's door before leaving.

"Um, I'm in here," he called out, but as he said it, he heard Ava cry out, then fall. A loud thump followed quickly by a deep groan caused him to throw open the shower door and step out, forgetting his nudity.

Ava was on her back, her shoulders and head against the edge of the doorway. She was rubbing her head, her eyes clenched shut.

What he saw made him stumble and almost fall on top of her. Before him, Ava bared her entire body as she groaned again. Her robe had fallen open, revealing her from head to feet, completely naked.

His eyes betrayed him, tracing their way down her creamy body. Her breasts moved side to side as she wriggled, making a pained sound. Dark pink nipples hardened before his eyes, surrounded by a lighter areola almost two inches in diameter.

Her belly was flat, but soft looking. She'd occasionally go to the gym with a couple of her friends, resulting in a trim figure that still kept the wonderful softness only women could achieve.

She was trying to sit up, and her legs spread for a moment as she got a hand under her. Her dark brown bush was a shade darker than her hair and curled gently above her lips.

Those lips called to him. As she struggled, they parted, revealing a complex landscape. The inner lips gaped for a moment, and he saw how the bright pink that was at her very core changed to an almost chocolate brown along the very edges of her labia.

He longed to touch them, to put his face between her legs and run the tip of his tongue over her, tasting her essence.

"What the fuck?"

His eyes jerked up to meet her scowl. They locked eyes, and then it happened.

He rocked back on his heels as he felt her. Her eyes went wide, and he saw himself through her eyes, standing in front of her, naked and dripping, his thickening cock taking up much of her field of view from where she lay on the floor, barely propped up against the wall.

Are you okay? He couldn't stop his eyes from wandering over her body.

What the fuck? How did I hear that?

He smiled at her, and both saw her reaction, and himself through the link finally connecting them again after so long.

You know. His heart almost burst with happiness.

Bullshit! But the feeling fell flat as she realized, and inadvertently told him through their link, that she knew exactly how she'd heard him.

She pushed with both hands, getting into a sitting position, then looked down at her body. With a gasp, she grabbed the edges of her robe and pulled to cover herself.

One side of her robe covered a wobbling boob, but the other side was stuck underneath her. She struggled, causing her bare tit to move in ways he'd never forget, she got it out and pulled it around her.

"Don't just stand there staring at me! Help me up."

He reached down and took her proffered hand, pulling her gently. Her robe fell open again as she got to her feet.

Stop looking at me like that. I'm your sister, you shouldn't think that. She stood, gathering her robe around her soft, curvy body.

I can't help it. And then he felt her. Hey! You feel it, too!

"I do not!" She'd spoken the word, and Adam felt their link diminish.

He held firm, focusing on whatever it was connecting them, not wanting to lose it.

You do.

Before she could shut it down, he saw into her heart, into her mind. She loved him, and the flavor of that love, unable to find a better word for it, was more than what a sister would feel for her twin brother.

She'd longed for him, had wanted him. She was secretly glad when she felt the desire he had for her. All those outbursts where she'd derided him for thinking lustful thoughts had been an act.

"Don't go, please," he pleaded, losing her and the bond he'd wanted back for so long.

She shook her head, looking down and to the side. "No."

"Ava! I love you, don't shut me out."

She looked up at him, frowning. He saw the storm behind her eyes and even with the link gone, he still knew what she was feeling. Turmoil and confusion. She'd denied it since they were barely teens, and now, she couldn't support all the lies she'd told herself about what they'd shared.

"Don't. Please, just... don't." With that, she turned on her heel and bolted through her door, pulling it shut with a crash behind her. Adam stood there, rooted, as water dripped off his wet body, staring at the door that separated him from the only person who understood him completely.

The one woman he loved above all others, and feared was the only he could ever truly love. The link connected them, made them one person, and without that, any other relationship would feel like thin tissue paper.

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Ava avoided him for the next several days. Unable to distance herself completely, she spent more time over at her friend's house and in her room. Their parents noticed her absence, and when questioned, Adam could only shrug. She'd broken up with the little shit she called a boyfriend, much to everyone's relief, and he told them she was probably just getting over that.

One evening after their parents had gone to sleep, almost a week after their incident, he was on his bed, scrolling through his phone, when he heard a knock on the door to the shared bathroom

"Yes?"

It slid open, and Ava stood there, looking at him. Seeing her shape through the t-shirt and shorts she wore, the memory of her on the floor, bared for him to see, flashed through his mind. He pushed it away, not wanting her to notice and get angry and eager to talk to her again.

"Hey there," he said, his words soft as he sat, looking at her.

"Um, hi." Her foot moved over the carpet and she looked around the room. He saw her frown, then shook her head. She glanced over her shoulder into the bathroom, and he wondered if she was going to run away.

"Wait! Can we talk?" he asked, making her look at him. She stood there, unmoving, as his anxiety grew.

Nodding, she took a step further into his room. "Yeah, sure."

He moved over to sit on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor. Patting the space next to him, he smiled at her. She hesitated, then walked over and sat next to him, leaving several inches between them.

"I'm sorry about the other day. I dripped water getting some soap. You came in before I could clean it up."

She looked at her lap, where her hands clasped together. "It's okay, it was an accident."

He stole a look out of the corner of his eye. She still looked down as she sat rigidly next to him. "I didn't mean to, you know, see you like that."

She let out a short, sharp laugh, then shook her head, still not meeting his gaze. "What a show, huh?"

He laughed softly. "I sure didn't expect that, I guess."

"Yeah, me neither."

They sat in silence, and he wondered what she was thinking.

"Ava-"

"Adam-"

Both spoke simultaneously, then stopped, the silence ringing like a bell for a moment, then he chuckled. "Ava, I don't want to pressure you about... you know. But I know we both felt it."

She drew a long breath, then shuddered as she let it out. Grudgingly, she nodded, then turned, bringing up the leg closest to him, knee to the side to face him. He turned to look at her.

He waited for her to acknowledge what they both knew.

A moment passed, then another. Finally, she shrugged. "Yeah," she said as if the word were pulled from her soul, "Dammit, you were right."

He looked at her, then grinned when he saw the sparkle in her eyes. She laughed, and he did, too.

"Took you long enough."

She shrugged. "Well, what do you expect? Trying to tell me we were telepathic or something when we were little, able to talk to each other without... talking."

He shrugged back at her. "But we did." He arched an eyebrow. "Just like we did the other day. For the first time since we were, what? Eleven?"

She nodded. "Yeah, something like that." She frowned and sucked in her lower lip as she sat there, thinking. "But why now?"

"I don't know. Maybe something to do with our emotions. I know I felt terrible making you fall. I was afraid you hurt your head."

"Hmm, maybe. But we've both been hurt before and that hasn't happened. Remember the time I broke my wrist falling off the bike?"

He exhaled. "Hell, that was terrible. We're way out on the path and you got hurt. I was so freaked out about getting you home."

She smiled at him, making his heart beat a little faster. "You wrapped my wrist up in your t-shirt so I could ride back. You took care of me."

"I love you." The words came out without him thinking about it.

"I love you, too, Adam." She scooted closer and put her arms around his neck, pulling him so the sides of their heads pressed together. His arms went around her waist.

They held each other, and he felt happier than he had in a long time. Finally, they released each other and sat there, neither speaking.

"So what causes it? I guess I can't deny it anymore." She shook her head and chuckled.

"Not sure, but there had to be something different about that day."

She rubbed the back of her neck, her brows furrowing. "We were in the bathroom. We used to do that in the tub all the time, remember?"

He smiled at her, remembering the games they played in their evening bath. "Yeah, I do. But we did it other times, too. Running around, playing in the house, outside."

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "It was strong when we were little, huh?"

"It was, all those years ago, it came so easy. Then as we got older things changed, but there was still some sort of connection whenever I had... inappropriate thoughts about you."

"Perv," she said, laughing.

He nodded. "Yep, guilty."

A light came to her eye, and she smiled at him. "I just thought of something."

"What?"

"It was around the time puberty hit things changed."

"Yeah."

"So, after that, we didn't 'connect' anymore," she used air quotes, "but we still had some level of connection. All your perving and such."

He laughed and nodded. "I'll never live that down, huh?"

She laughed and shook her head. "Hell, no. But the other day, we connected right away, just like when we were little."

"Yeah, but why? What was different?"

She shrugged, and her eyes twinkled. "Well, we were both butt-ass naked."

He stared at her and waited, one eyebrow creeping up as she held his gaze.

"... And so?"

She spread her hands. "I don't know, but I think it has something to do with it. Like when you had those thoughts about me, then again when I showed you all my stuff the other day."

They both laughed, and he reached for her hand, holding it lightly.

"One thing was different," he said.

"What?"

"I was showing you all my stuff, too." He looked at her, wanting to see her reaction. "Did that have any effect on you at all?"

She looked down at their hands, her face reddening, then drew a deep breath, paused, then said, "Of course it did." She squeezed his hand. "I don't tell you this, but you're so damned handsome."

He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it. "It has to have something to do with us having, I don't know, sexual thoughts."

"Did you ever feel me... thinking thoughts?" Her cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink.

He grinned. "About me?"

She nodded, and he kissed her hand again.

"No, I didn't know you did that. Thought about me."

"Well, sometimes I would. Maybe not as much as you." She gripped his hand harder. "You are a perv and all that, but sure, when you went around with no shirt on, or just in your boxers."

"I wish I'd known."

"Why?" Her brows rose.

"I'd have done it a lot more often."

She laughed, and he smiled, then chuckled.

He nodded. "Ava?"

She looked into his eyes.

"All the times you heard me... things you'd get mad at me for?"

"Yeah?"

"I never once spoke those thoughts out loud."

She paused, searching his eyes, then said, "Yeah, I know. I guess there's no sense denying it."

He shrugged, his cheeks growing pink. "Sorry about that. But you know there's no way to stop your thoughts."

Her grin grew slowly. She reached out and punched his arm lightly. "You freaking perv," she said, laughing.

"What can I say? You're the most amazing, gorgeous, wonderful girl I've ever known."

She put her palm to her chest and gasped. "Dammit. You're so sweet. I hate it."

"Why?"

She paused, then said, "Because I'm not supposed to have thoughts about you like that!"

"Oh," he said, the word drawing out. He grinned. "See? I can't help what I think when I see you. I try, but there's times when you just..." He stopped, not wanting to finish that sentence.

"I just what?"

"Nothing."

She slapped the side of his arm. "Tell me, you little shit."

"Hey! I'm bigger than you."

She stared at him, eyes wide.

He put up his palm. "There's times when you just make my blood boil, okay?"

"Boil? Like, you like me?"

He laughed and glanced away, then looked up at the ceiling. He turned back and sighed. "No, like I want to pick you up, throw you over my shoulder, toss you right onto this bed and strip you naked." He patted the mattress behind them.

He watched her face grow bright red as her eyes twinkled at him. "You basically had me that way last week."

"Yup," he said, nodding. "And we connected again. For the first time since before puberty. I've missed that so much. I wish we could do it again."

Her brows furrowed. "So what are you saying? You want us to get naked?"

He looked at her with wide eyes. "I didn't say that."

She shrugged. "Well? If this shit is real, and I think we both know it is, then how else are we gonna know for sure?"

She gave him a look he'd never seen before, then stood as her face grew redder. "Come on, get up." She reached for him, pulling him off the bed to stand before her.

"What do you want to do?" His eyes flicked over her body, seeing her nipples were two stiff points under her thin shirt, aimed right at his chest.

"Exactly what you're thinking." She pointed at him. "Strip."

His jaw dropped. "Seriously?"

"Yep. Take it off. I'll do the same, then we can see if it's real or not. I have to know." She pulled her tight t-shirt off, her white bra straining to keep her boobs in place as her chest heaved with each deep breath.

"Okay." He pulled his shirt off, then unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. He got them off one leg, then the other, and tossed them aside, standing in his tight boxers.

Her eyes fell to his groin. "Damn, bro," she said in a whisper.

He blushed, but kept his hands from covering his growing hard on. He watched her shimmy out of her tight cotton shorts, her hair waving as she bent over.

Straightening, she looked him in the eye as she reached behind her back, fiddled around, then dropped one shoulder, making the strap slip down her arm and gather at the elbow. Dropping the other shoulder, she stood there, a hand holding her bra to her chest.

"You're so damned beautiful," he whispered as she lowered her bra, letting her modest, round boobs come into view. Pink areolas surrounded her stiff nipples, making his mouth water. He wanted to flick his tongue over them, make her knees shudder.

She stood before him in a pair of plain white panties. The dark bush he'd seen the other day now only a suggestion behind the pale fabric.

"Together?" he asked her, and she nodded. He put his thumbs inside his underwear and bent as he pulled them down. His cock sprang free, now fully erect as he watched her hips move in that uniquely feminine way as she pulled her panties off.

They tossed their underwear aside, then straightened, looking each other over.

His eyes flew open when he felt it. She was there, as if knocking on the door to his mind. His cock bounced to his heartbeat, wobbling in front of her as he opened himself to her.

She gasped, and he felt what she felt. Shock, and something more, as he saw through her eyes what she looked at. He could feel her confusion, her conflict, as she gazed at his dick, only a couple of feet away.

They shared their emotions, and he knew she felt what he felt. Her body was beautiful, perfectly proportioned, with succulent boobs capped with inviting nipples begging to be sucked. She felt his desire to take one in his mouth.

I feel you.

I feel you, too.

I love you. He couldn't stop the thought, then decided there was no more reason to. She could feel exactly what he was feeling at that moment, and the meaning of his words was no longer hidden.

He felt her struggle, knowing the meaning behind his profession of love. She knew, with complete certainty, his love went beyond that of a brother, even a twin.

Opening his heart to her, he let the love he'd harbored for her his whole life be known to her in a manner that couldn't be denied. He was in love with her and wanted her, the way a man wanted a woman. Never to share her with anyone else. He wanted her to be only for him. Forever.

He felt through their connection her shock at how much emotion, how much understanding, transferred from him to her in that split second, and she couldn't stop him from feeling her emotions fully, just as she had his.

Emotions she'd buried until this moment, now that they were out in the open and impossible to hide from, as she'd done for years.

She loved him, too. The way a woman loves, and wants, a man.

A surge of anger flowed through him, leaving just as quickly. Why had she hidden this from him all that time? Had chastised him whenever she felt his desire for her?

It was to protect you. Us.

He heard her answer, and the fear behind the thought. Fear of what others would say if they were to ever act on the love they shared.

I understand. He did, but still would have rather risked it all to know how she felt about him. To have her be his. I love you with all my heart.

I love you, too. I'm so sorry. It was a beautiful thing, this connection. No lie was possible, as the feelings behind the thoughts were transferred together.

Don't be sorry, my love. I understand. Perfectly. He chuckled, and she joined him, knowing neither of them had secrets from each other at that moment.

He understood through the link how she'd tried to hide from the truth of her feelings for him. It seemed to her better to deny everything than admit to the love she had for her brother.

A love society told them was sick.

But a love they both shared, had always had, and ultimately could not keep from growing as they grew into adults.

He stepped forward, and she met him, their arms going around the other as they kissed. Lips pressed together, then opened, as they tentatively explored the other.

His hard, burning dick pressed against her belly, and he felt what she felt, both physically, and the lust that burned at the feeling of him against her, pressing into her flesh. Her soft boobs rested against him, and he felt her hard nubs.

He knew she wanted him to press into her down there. She wanted him to go inside her, and his burning for her was not hidden from his sister. His need to go into her, to claim her and mark her as his.

Their shared emotions also told the other of their uncertainty, the mutual lack of sexual experience. He was surprised she was a virgin, and felt a moment of shame when he felt that she'd known he was.

Don't feel that way. Her love poured into him. I never could let a boy do that. Something always held me back, and now I know what it was.

What?

You.

His heart surged, and he again pressed his lips to hers. Hands clutched the other tightly, then moved over bare flesh, feeling, exploring.

I want you.

So do I.

Their thighs bumped into the side of the bed, and they released the other briefly as he threw the cover off, then got onto the mattress. She climbed on and fell back as he followed her, laying half on top of her as their hands and legs moved, pressing and exploring the other's body.

Nothing had prepared them for the experience they were having. As his hands moved over her supple young skin, he felt her with his fingers, and also through their link what his fingers made her feel.

Kissing was exquisite as they enjoyed both kissing and being kissed, and this sensation followed their other actions. His mouth moved from hers, brushing along her cheek, sliding over her jaw, down to her neck.

The pulse of desire this created in her drove him to explore, sensing her reaction to whatever new thing he tried, or part of her body he caressed with tongue, lips and hands.

Her reactions instructed Adam, coupled with his own observations of how she responded as he learned her body. Laying on his side, he had a free hand to reach over her, fingertips teasing her stiff, rubbery nipple.

His lips moved from her neck, kissing and teasing with his tongue, tracing down to her shoulder, then over her upper chest. He shivered, feeling what she felt as he travelled over her sensitive skin.

The feel of her on his tongue changed, became softer, and he knew he'd transitioned from chest to breast. Trying various movements with his mouth, he found what gave her a thrill and what did little to excite her.

Instructed by both her reactions and what he knew she felt through their link, he quickly learned how to make his sister moan and shiver.

Grasping her far tit in his hand, he captured her nipple between two fingers as his mouth sought, and found, the nipple closest to him. The combination of his squeezing and pinching one boob and suckling the other released a torrent of lust in Ava, and he felt it along with her in his mind.

"Oh, yes," she gasped as he moved from her tit and slid lightly over her flat belly. Still working her nipple, and feeling along with her the steady stream of pleasure he gave her with his mouth, his hand moved further and his fingers brushed along the top of her curly hair.

His excitement at the touch of her pubic mound under his palm made her giggle as he moved further south.

You're so beautiful. I can't believe how amazing you feel.

I love what you're doing.

I know, I can feel you. Inside my head, what you feel.

So can I.

His fingers slid down, curling as one traced a pattern over her clit, pressing no harder than a faery might. The intense pulse of lust spiking in her brain flowed effortlessly into his mind and guided his probing digits.

Do you like it when I do this? He flicked her nipple rapidly with his tongue as his fingers parted her lips, finding her source of moisture and spreading it up and down.

She moaned, and felt her tell him yes, but her thoughts were breaking down. As her desire grew with each pass over her clit, he felt her conscious mind give way to a more base, almost animalistic, nature.

One he was arousing as he discovered her body, followed her lead on where and how to reduce her to a purely sexual being, driven by her body's powerful response to the love he was covering her with.

As his finger moved up and down between her lips, diddling the sensitive nub at the top each time, he felt her opening, then slid further between her legs. On the way back up, he brushed along her small sphincter, then dallied around her vaginal opening, drawing out more of her syrupy wetness.

His finger tip pushed, and he went into her to the first knuckle. He rotated his finger, opening and exploring, and she moaned, arching her back, as his finger pushed further. Her mind pulsed with desire as he moved deeper into her body.

Listening through their connection, he found the movement that gave her the most pleasure. Sliding one finger in, then curling it inside her channel to trace along the top as he pulled it back out sent bursts of passion through her body, then into his.

He felt her building, surrendering, as her orgasm grew. He was surprised, and she smiled inwardly as she felt him responding to her growing feelings.

He'd cum thousands of times by his own hand, and the almost sudden eruptions as he'd wanked himself were so different from the slow, growing buildup his sister was experiencing at his hand.

He probed into her a few more times, then she tripped over the edge and exploded, and he felt her mind dissolving with her orgasm as he did along with her. He wondered, somewhere in the blissful fog of her burning passion and ecstasy if he had ejaculated as he shared what she felt as she came.

His finger slowed, then withdrew as he placed his palm over her mound, cupping her and feeling it spasm under him. He moved his hips, relieved he hadn't shot his sperm when she came.

I wish we'd done this before.

He was surprised at her thought, and the feeling of regret accompanying it.

It's alright, we're here now.

I want you to feel this wonderful too. I want to give that to you.

His heart burst with love, and she felt it flow out of him, and he‌ felt her love flow into him. No words were spoken, nor necessary.

Let me do this to you.

He lifted from her breast and leaned up to kiss her, his hand still cupping his twin sister's soaked pussy. She reached down and gently pulled his hand away, making him shudder momentarily as he felt it, too.

Roll over.

He complied, feeling her wishes, knowing what she had planned for him and eager for it to happen. She rolled onto her side, then got to her knees. Leaning over him, she pressed her lips to his as her hand moved over his chest, caressing and tracing his lean muscles.

As he'd done to her, she kissed and explored his neck and torso with her tongue and lips as her hand touched his body.

His cock, stiff as iron, wobbled against his belly, and she giggled as she felt his need. His hand moved, cupping her soft ass as she reached down to run a finger along the underside of his dick, tracing the large bulge running the entire length.

His fingers gripped her butt, then slid around, finding traces of the wetness he'd spread over her most private places, delving between her cheeks, his fingertips again sliding between her legs.

She wrapped her small hand around him, moving it up and down as his hand found her clit, his wrist straining to reach. Realizing his struggle, she shifted, giving him easier access as she gripped him, pulling the skin of his cock up and down, tantalizing and exciting the head.

She nipped his bellybutton with her teeth, making him squirm and laugh, then moved down and looked at his cock, her hand lifting him while still stroking.

I love you, Adam.

I love you, Ava.

She leaned down, opened her mouth, and took him inside her body, clamping down on his shaft as her tongue swirled around, flicking his sensitive end.

Adam's mind exploded with the intense sensations of her lips gliding along his shaft as the soft insides of her mouth caressed his cock. Up and down, she bobbed on him as he tried, and failed, to keep his fingers moving over her lips.

Ugh, I'm gonna blow if you keep doing this.

His back arched, pushing him deeper into her mouth. She made a gurgling sound, but bore down on him, taking him deeper until he pushed against the blockage of her throat.

He felt her desire to pleasure him, and he resumed moving his fingers between her legs, both of them feeling what the other was doing, and what they felt through the unique connection they shared.

A few more bobs, and he felt it begin. The few moments before ejaculation when a man starts his orgasm. It built rapidly, became an eruption as his balls forcefully expelled his cum, wanting, needing it to find an egg to fertilize. To fulfill its purpose.

Ava felt all this as if it were happening to her, amazed at the sudden ferocity and explosive ecstasy she'd brought her brother. This tripped her mind over the edge, and even as he was pulsing hot sperm into his sister's mouth, he felt how his fingers were affecting her.

As Adam came, his sister taking his cum and swallowing as he shot more into her, he found her nub and used the perfect amount of pressure and movement to make her shiver, her mind folding over in orgasm and moaning as she lifted her head, her body going rigid as waves of orgasm washed over her.

He kept up his assault even as his mind struggled to form coherent thoughts, feeling her soft cum crest as she shuddered. He shook along with her as she peaked, then fell down the other side of the most spectacular experience of her young life.

She lay next to him, and he was just able to pull his hand free from between her legs and wrapped it around her shoulder, pulling her close. Their chests heaved as they lay there, minds blurry from their shared explosions.

Some time later, they shifted, rolling to face the other and kissed lightly, their eyes dancing with the joy of their lovemaking.

Knowing there was still much they could, and would soon do, they rested and basked in the other's presence, both physically as they pressed their naked bodies tight to the other, and through the link they shared.

That was fucking awesome!

She giggled, both audibly and in her mind, and lightly slapped his arm.

Such a romantic.

She grinned and shook her head at him.

He shrugged, only able to move the shoulder not pressed into the soft mattress, then kissed her, pulling her close with a hand on her back.

Years of frustration melted away in his heart, and she joined him as they probed the other's mind, finding the love they shared.

The combination of her svelte, womanly body pressed to his, and the knowledge of how it felt for her to have his larger body dominate hers, sparked his desire. He felt himself stiffening, and she moved her belly against him, helping him to return to glory.

I want you. To do that with you.

You can have any part of me. Anytime.

You're mine, Ava.

Yes, and you're mine.

Their lips pressed hard as their hips gyrated, their lust growing, pushing away the calm of their previous orgasms, igniting the flame of their desire to consummate their relationship.

To make it permanent.

Strong, burning desire with an undercurrent of fear flowed from her into his mind.

Show me how to make it good for you. I don't want to hurt you.

She reached between them, finding him and stroking his cock.

I don't know. I've never done it before. Whatever happens, I know you love me and it'll be amazing.

I love you with all my heart. It's you and me. Together.

Yes, together. Please, I need you now.

She shifted, rolling onto her back and pulling him on top of her. He slid over, settling between her legs. She spread her knees until they hovered a few inches over the mattress.

His hips moved, and guided by what he felt through the tip of his cock and from what he knew she felt, he found her entrance. He rubbed himself to spread as much of her lubricant around.

That's good. Try it now.

He kissed her as his hips moved forward. They both gasped, feeling his head spread her lips and lodge just inside her opening, stretching her for the first time.

More.

He kissed her again, pressing his lips to hers as he moved into her. The duality of what they felt was almost too much to bear.

The feeling of being spread, forcibly opened, filled with his hardness, a space that had never felt this before, but knowing instinctively that this was its purpose. To take her brother's cock and hug it tight.

To caress him as he pulled out, then press back in. It spread her, stretching the walls of her vagina as he basked in the feeling of her hot, wet pussy taking him inside her.

Inside his twin sister. He felt it along the shaft of his cock, amazed at how warm it was inside her body. The sensitive cock-head pushed as far as he could get inside, his pubic bone pressing tight to hers, filling her as much as he could.

Her mind screamed with pleasure, knowing she'd accepted her brother into her body, taken all he had to give her, almost unable to stand the waves of feelings he gave her as he pulled out, then pushed back in.

Over and over, their minds melded into one, feeling both the sensation of entering, of plundering her most sacred place, claiming it for all time as his alone, and also coupled with the happiness of being taken, filled, wanted.

Only one thing was left as they ground against the other, the climax that would bind them together. The sounds of their labored breathing and frequent grunts mixed with the movements of the mattress as it bounced to the rhythm of the twins rutting against the other.

I want it. In me. Oh, Adam, give it to me.

Her mind was flying apart in a million pieces as another orgasm started, building steadily with each of his titanic thrusts.

Spurred on by the female orgasm his sister shared through their connection, Adam drove harder, moving his hips to change the angle of penetration. He made more direct contact against her clit, and he instantly felt it charge her growing explosion.

As she neared her summit, clenching him as her hands grasped his ass, pulling him into her, he felt the quick change, knowing he'd be cumming soon.

Sharing everything, all thoughts and feelings, their orgasms synchronized, and as he felt the pump in his balls activated, shooting ropes of white cum into his sister as she peaked, her pussy gripping him, sealing herself so none of his sperm could escape.

Adam bounced on his sister, head thrown back, mouth open but no sound emanating, as he inseminated his twin sister. His ass clenched beneath her grasping fingers as he bucked, shooting every drop of cum he could muster, wanting all he had to get as far into her as possible.

They slowed, their minds a whirl of feelings with no discernable thoughts. Adam moved a few more times in and out, then pushed in and held himself, breathing hard as he lay on her, his elbows trying to take most of his weight.

Her hands moved from his ass, still quivering, up and over his back, one hand caressing the back of his head as their breaths came under control.

Oh, my god. I can't believe that.

She giggled.

I know. It was incredible. Hey, you're heavy.

Oh. Sorry.

He reluctantly withdrew, shivering with the feeling of her vagina sliding along his cock until he was free, the cool air on his wetness making it tingle.

He rolled onto his back, and Ava rolled onto her side, his arm under her neck as he pulled her to him.

Oh, shit!

Fear pulsed through him, and she felt his guilt over not asking if it was safe to cum inside her.

It's okay.

Really?

Yes, dummy. I would have stopped you if it wasn't. I think.

He caught the hesitation. They'd both been too far into it to think straight. She leaned up and kissed him.

I finished my period a few days ago. I'm in my safe time.

Oh, wow. Shit, I'm sorry.

Her love and happiness flowed into his mind, and he returned it back to her, opening his heart wide to her.

They kissed and snuggled, and he pulled the covers over them, both basking in the warm, comfortable love they now shared, still feeling the tingles radiating through their nervous systems.

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He woke, feeling the most amazing sensation. Something warm and soft pressed against his crotch. As his mind congealed, rising from the deep sleep filled with dreams of wet lust and orgasms, his sister featuring prominently, he was aware someone was in bed with him.

Ava. He sighed, floating in that peaceful place halfway between dreams and waking. With a start, he remembered their connection, but immediately knew it was gone.

She lay before him, her warm tush pressed to his soft cock and hips. Or was he pushing against her ass? Either way, it felt exquisite, and he wanted this to be how he woke every morning.

He searched his mind, not finding her in there, and settled back, hoping they would reconnect again and again.

A few minutes later, as he was drifting off again, she woke. Her breathing changed, now less deep, and she stirred. A deep sigh, then her legs extended, stretching and pulling her succulent ass away from him.

She must have felt it, because she jerked, then looked over her shoulder. Confusion, then a smile, graced her beautiful face, framed with her hair splayed around it. The term 'sex hair' came to mind, and he chuckled.

"Good morning." He smiled at her, one arm reaching around and drawing her close to him, reestablishing their physical connection. She wiggled her butt and sighed, then rolled over to face him, his arm still around her.

"Good morning. Did I sleep here all night?"

"Looks that way." He searched his mind again and found... something. It wasn't what they'd had the night before, or as children.

This was something different, and he poked at it. Her eyes opened wide, and he did it again.

"Hey! What's that?" she asked, her brows furrowing.

Are you there?

He tried this new... thing. He lay there, silent, listening. Her eyes narrowed, and he poked at it again. He felt her body move against him.

This time, the words and feelings didn't flow from her to him or back. Yet there was something there. Muted, not wide open like before.

He felt her presence, and the surprise she felt, as he was now sure, this new thing in her mind wiggled.

"Try it," he said, a small smile playing on his lips as he probed the small, almost physical thing in his mind.

She shook her head, then closed her eyes. He felt a tremor, barely there, then again, this time stronger.

He felt encouragement at her, tried to channel it into the thing. She smiled, her eyes still closed tight. Again, he felt her in his mind, and he caught what could almost be called the taste of what she was feeling.

It was a greeting, something warm and loving.

He pushed back a welcome, and a large dose of love, coupled tightly with a healthy load of lust for her naked form, laying against him.

Her eyes popped open, and she grinned. She radiated amusement, along with agreement about the lust and love as she said, "You're a goofball." Leaning in, she kissed him, her arm wrapping around his waist.

He pushed curiosity at her and said, "This is different."

She nodded, saying, "It is. I can't hear your thoughts. It's more like a smell, or taste, or something."

"Yeah, it's like I taste your feelings. But only when you send them to me, I think."

She probed, and he responded. They experimented, finding how to use this new connection they shared.

So caught up in the delight they were having, they didn't hear their father knock on the door.

"Buddy? You in there?"

Their eyes flew wide, and Ava pulled up the blanket, about to hide under it when Adam called out, "Yeah, just woke up."

"Okay. I've got breakfast ready. Want to get your sister up, or shall I?"

"Oh! I'll do it dad, don't worry. I'll get her up and going."

"Okay," he said, and they both heard his footsteps receding, then going down the stairs.

"Holy shit, that was close," she breathed, looking around the room.

He pulled her to him, their entire fronts pressing to the other. She wriggled against him, but he didn't let her go.

"I love you. More than I ever thought possible." He kissed her, and she stopped struggling, accepting his love. He felt it, too, through whatever this link was, and sent it back.

It would take some getting used to.

"Let me go," she said, giggling, as she extracted herself, swung her legs over and stood. She stretched, her arms raised, making her perfect ass flex.

"Damn," he muttered as he watched her turn and smile, then bend to gather up and don the t-shirt and shorts she'd worn the night before.

"Get up, lazy."

He sighed, then stood, his semi waggling and getting her attention. He felt her lust and grinned. "We're gonna need to find a lot more alone time."

She blushed, then skipped through the bathroom door, then slid it closed. He heard the faint sound of her using the toilet as he threw on some shorts and a shirt.

He was already sitting at the breakfast table, forking a load of pancakes into his mouth, when she bounced down the stairs and walked into the kitchen.

"Morning, pumpkin. Sleep well?" her father asked as he smiled at her. Something niggled at her mind, and she shook her head once.

"Great, daddy. Best night ever."

"Oh?"

Adam grunted, then sipped his coffee. Ava glanced at him, then went over and stood on tiptoes to kiss her father on the cheek.

"Thanks for making us breakfast." She grabbed a plate, loaded it with a few pancakes, poured some syrup, then filled a mug with steaming hot coffee.

"No problem. I love you guys."

In unison, the twins said, "We love you, too."

Their dad chuckled, shaking his head. "Twins."

As they ate, Adam and Ava stole furtive glances and pushed at their strange new connection, continuing to understand how it worked and what it could do.

As Adam's mind replayed the moment they came as he filled his sister with his seed, they both shook in their chairs. As one, their heads turned to look at their father, who sat there, holding the mug of coffee close to his lips, his eyes going from Adam to Ava, and back.

"Dad?" Adam asked.

As if it were a knock on the door, he felt it. Tentatively, he acknowledged the query, and felt a familiar, yet new presence.

Dad?

Mmmhmm.

Ava! Do you feel him?

Adam felt fear from his sister.

"Don't be afraid," their father said.

"What's happening?" Ava cried, her fork dropping to the plate in front of her. She put her hands to her mouth, her eyes wide.

"I was wondering if you two would figure it out."

The twins looked at each other, then at the older man.

"Figure what out?" Adam asked slowly.

His father nodded, and he felt comfort, love and acceptance through the link.

"Just that."

"You know about it?" she asked, her hands going to the table, palms flat, as if she were about to push and run away.

He held up a hand. "It's okay, sweetheart. I know, and I understand." He looked at his son, then his daughter. "I know exactly what it took for you two to be like this."

Adam felt as if the floor beneath him vanished, and he was falling. Again, love flooded his brain, stopping the impending panic attack.

"Really, it's alright. Don't be afraid." His father's warm voice pulled him back.

"What is this, dad?" Ava asked. He reached over and patted her hand, then took it in his own. He reached over and took his son's hand with his other.

With a deep breath, he began. "It's something that runs in my side of the family. But only with twins. Fraternal twins with a boy and girl, like you two."

He looked down, and they felt a great wave of sadness radiating out from him. "Did you know I was a twin?"

They both shook their heads.

"Angela, my twin sister, died when we were eighteen. Car accident. One moment she was there, the other, gone. Dead. Torn from my life only weeks after we'd... figured things out."

He released their hands and brushed a tear away with a finger. After a deep sip of coffee, he continued.

"You know I have both an older brother and younger sister, your uncle and aunt. They don't have this connection, nor do they know about it. It's only between twins, and even then, I've been told not all the time."

"But we do?" Ava asked, her voice low and timid.

He nodded at her. "I've wondered over the years if you'd developed it. When you were kids, there were times when you two played together so well, but were so quiet."

He laughed. "You're mom used to brag about how well behaved you both were, never raising a ruckus. But I wondered."

"She doesn't know?" Adam asked.

He shook his head. "No. And you two should never tell anyone else, unless you guys have twins, and see it in them."

Adam wondered what he meant exactly, and pictured Ava, pregnant, on the delivery table, giving birth to their children. Twins.

Their father nodded, emitting agreement and acceptance at Adam's thoughts. Ava sat up straight, her eyes wide as she stared at her brother.

"It's only passed down through twins. No one's been able to figure out why."

"Holy shit," Adam breathed, his mind swirling. He looked at his father, then at his sister. "Are you saying Ava and I..."

"No," their father said, "obviously it doesn't have to be your children." He looked from one to the other. "After all, you two have it, and your mom is not my twin."

A feeling of relief washed through Adam, and he realized it wasn't his own emotion. It had come from Ava. Her eyes swung to him when he didn't stop the wave of sadness answering her feelings.

"Dad," Ava said, and he turned to look at her. "You're saying... whatever this is, happens to twins?"

Nodding, he said, "Yes, but not all twins, as I said. I think my sister and I had something very similar to you two. We were inseparable as kids, growing up on your grandparent's farm."

He smiled, his eyes drifting off to years long past. "We'd do chores, work out in the garden, then run off to the swimming hole on the other side of the small woods."

He grinned, and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. "I haven't told anyone about this, but you should know, given... you know." He shrugged.

Ava and Adam both shifted in their seats, but their father's warm, calming presence flowed into them.

"We'd swim, rinse all that sweat and dirt off in the cool pond water. All the way until we got caught by our father." He chuckled. "He beat my ass, right in front of my sister."

"Why?"

"He thought we were up to something."

Adam shook his head at his father, his eyes wide.

"But we weren't. We were too young then for anything like that."

Ava gasped, her hand returning to her mouth, unable to hide her grin.

He held up a hand. "We'd never done... that. Making love came later, after we came of age. It was totally innocent all those times before."

Adam cocked an eyebrow at his dad, who laughed.

"Okay, as innocent as you can get when you watch your sister bouncing around the swimming hole. But we never touched each other that way until later."

"Daddy!" Ava gasped.

"I'm telling you the truth so you'll understand what's happening between the two of you."

"You said something about... later?" Adam asked.

Their father's face grew serious, and he nodded. "Yeah." He took a deep breath as he looked at his plate. "The day we turned eighteen, something happened between us."

They waited, but he didn't continue. "Dad?"

He glanced at his son, then looked at his daughter. "I've never said this to anyone, and she took it to her grave."

He sighed, then said, "That night, after everyone left, I went to her. Into her room. She welcomed me... took me into her. We made love. We were in love, had been all our lives. That night, we connected in a new way."

He looked at one child, then the other. "Just like you did last night."

"How do you know that?" Ava asked, her face draining of color.

He smiled, and she felt his love again. "Because of that right there. That ability only happens once you've paired. It's strongest between the siblings, but there's some level where other relatives with it can connect.

"Like I've been doing with you two this morning. I sensed it when your brother came downstairs, and again when you did."

"But you said she died? What did you do then?" Ava asked.

He shook his head. "Well, I almost died myself. I don't remember much for some time after it happened. We'd just graduated high school a few weeks after turning eighteen. We were together as much as we could until the day she died.

"Somehow, I got on with my life, but I never dated. Just worked the farm, then eventually went to trade school, became a plumber."

He smiled at his daughter, and she saw, and felt, his pain.

"For fifteen years I existed. I had to bury my parents, and my older brother took over the farm. I'd moved into town by then, living in a small studio apartment over someone's garage."

He shook his head. "Just existing."

"How sad," Adam said, glancing at his sister and sending his love to her. She smiled back, a tear in her eye, both of them saddened by their father's story.

He brightened. "But then one day I got a service call. This young, gorgeous woman had a clogged toilet and was so embarrassed." He chuckled, his eyes looking far away. "She and I, well we hit it off, and before you knew it, we were dating."

"Mom!" Ava said, grinning.

He grinned back. "Yup, the same. She brought me back, helped me heal after all that time. I fell for her, and have loved her with all my heart ever since, but I admit to still holding a candle for my sister.

"She's gone, and that connection we shared left me. It wasn't until this morning that I've felt it since losing her." He reached out and held his children's hands.

"You two need to figure things out between you. What you've created is special, something you'll never have with anyone else."

Adam nodded as he looked at his plate, lost in thought. A wave of anxiety flooded his mind, and he looked up at his sister, a knot of fear growing in his stomach.

"Figure things out?" Ava asked, her brows coming together.

Their father nodded.

She looked at her brother, and his fear doubled. "Are you suggesting Adam and I... get married? Have kids?"

"That's what my sister and I were planning. No one knew what we had together, what we did late at night. Our plan was to run away to California, get married along the way. Start a new life as husband and wife."

"But you never got to." Adam gripped his father's hand, then turned to look at Ava.

She was shaking her head slowly, staring at him. He felt her withdraw, the link they had stretching, shrinking, almost winking out.

Standing quickly, her chair fell back with a crash as she stared at him.

"I don't think I can do that. We're brother and sister!" she said in a wail. Turning, she ran up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door.

####

Adam walked through the house, searching for any sign, finding none, then went into the den.

"Dad?"

He looked up from where he sat on his recliner, watching television. Adam's mother was working the swing shift at the hospital.

"What is it?"

"Have you seen Ava today?"

He shook his head. "No, I was out early today. Her car was in the front when I left."

"It's not there now."

His father sighed. "Has she said anything?"

Adam frowned. "No, not for days. She avoids me totally. I've heard her talking on the phone in her room, but she won't answer when I knock."

"Damn," their dad sighed.

Adam nodded, then trudged upstairs. He stopped in the hall, looking at his sister's door. He was about to knock, but noticed it was ajar.

"Ava? You in there?"

No answer. He called again, waited, then pushed the door, looking inside.

There were some clothes strewn around the bed and on the floor. Several drawers were open, and he saw a small suitcase open on the floor. Panic gripped his heart, and he went into their shared bathroom.

Her things were gone. Most of the flat space had been filled with a variety of products, and most were missing. He went back into her room, looked around and noticed her laptop and charger were gone.

"Dad!" He came bounding down the stairs. His father looked up, eyes wide. "She's gone. I think she left. All her stuff is missing and the big suitcase she had in her closet isn't there."

He followed his father into her room, where they both looked around again. It was clear she'd taken all the things important to her.

And left him behind. Without a word.

####

"Do you know what day it is?" Adam asked his parents as the three of them ate at the kitchen table. The same place where their father had told them the most incredible and terrible secret they'd ever heard.

His mother looked over. His father nodded, looking down as he chewed.

"It's been five years."

"Oh, right. It was today she left." His mother sighed and wiped her eyes. "Why? What happened, I wonder?"

"She never said anything to you?" Adam asked his mother. "Said where she was?"

She shook her head. "No, just the rare email telling us she's alive and not to worry about her."

Adam sighed, his broken heart barely able to pump blood through his veins. He idly wondered why it even tried.

####

"She's what?" Adam's eye twitched as he held the phone tight to his head, hurting his ear.

But not nearly as much as the news his mother had just given him.

"She's married."

Silence. Adam held the phone to his head, willing it to crack his skull, to make it cave in and obliterate the desolation he felt inside.

To fill the void where he'd held her in his mind and heart.

"Adam?" His mother sounded worried, and she was right to.

"I'm here," he said, sighing. His eyes were red, and he struggled to not sob over the phone. Best wait until he could hang up before those waterworks started.

Almost ten years. Now she was happily married to someone they didn't know. Maybe his parents knew the guy's name, but Adam didn't. He wasn't sure he'd ever want to.

His life had spiralled, a string of failed relationships. None lasting much past the time they'd fucked.

That's all it had been. He'd never made love. Well, just that one time. His first time. With her.

But since she'd skipped town, made a new life for herself without him, leaving him to die a little bit each day, nothing had gone his way.

He was the source of all his troubles. The shrinks had explained it to him over the years. Didn't help. They never told him how to not die from a broken heart.

Even if it was his twin sister that broke it.

Especially then.

So he passed from one day to another, occasionally getting fired or just not coming back to whatever hellhole he'd found to work in for a month, a year, whatever.

One town looked the same as another. It made no difference.

He realized the phone was still in his hand, and he heard the tinny sound of his mother's agitated voice.

Putting it to the side of his head, he heard, "... Are you there? Son?"

"Yeah," he sighed, "I'm here. Where else would I be?"

He could hear her shaking her head, frustrated by never getting from him whatever it was that bothered him so much. She knew something terrible had happened, and both her husband and son had feigned ignorance.

"I wish you'd tell me."

"I can't mom." He realized that was the most information he'd ever given her, said in a moment of weakness. She was married. No hope left for him now. He had to find a way to get over her.

Is this what his father had gone through all those years after his sister had died? That wretched loneliness? The emptiness where once was his soul mate?

"Why not?" Her exasperation was obvious.

"I made a mistake, I guess, okay? One I can never recover from. Please leave it at that."

She started to ask another question, but he overrode her. "Mom, I love you, and dad, too. Please tell him, and that I understand his pain.

"Goodbye."

####

He walked up to the door he never thought he'd see again. Hesitating, remembering, he stood there, unable to move. The doorbell was right there. Just press it.

Sighing deeply, his hand moved and pushed the button. He heard the chimes from inside, and his mother's excited voice.

The inner door flew open, and he stepped back as the screen door almost whacked him in the face. Despite himself, he chuckled at his mother's enthusiasm.

"Adam!" she screamed, her arms flinging wide and pulling him down to her.

"Hi, mom," he said into the side of her head as she rocked him back and forth.

"I'm so glad you're here!"

"Me, too. Been too long."

She released him, her hands on either cheek as she beamed up at him. As her eyes moved over his face, then down his body, her expression changed.

"You're so thin." She ran her fingers through his hair. "What's this? Going grey already? How can that be? You're only... what? Thirty three?"

"Years of hard living, I guess," he said, chuckling ruefully.

Just then, he heard his father from behind his mom. "Aren't you gonna let the boy in?" He chuckled, his gaze settling on his son. Adam couldn't feel any link with his father, but knew the sadness in his eyes, and the reason.

She huffed, but backed away, letting their prodigal son return. He stepped inside and put his coat on the hook that had always been there beside the door, then dropped his bag by the couch.

He spent the next hour sitting and talking with his parents. His mother forced all manner of food on him, determined to bulk him up in one sitting.

Their heads turned as the sound of someone coming up the wooden stairs to the front porch filtered through. A key entered the lock, and the door opened.

All the air left Adam's lungs as she walked in, smiling at her parents as they sat on the couch facing the door.

"Hey, I managed to get all the stuff you needed for Thanksgiving at the store. It was packed!"

He struggled, his chest unable to draw air, and he feared he'd pass out as streaks of light shot around the borders of his vision.

Ava stopped, seeing their parent's gaze, and turned her head.

Adam heard her gasp and drop the paper bag of groceries, then he passed out.

####

Waking up in his childhood bed was a strange experience. For a millisecond, he was eighteen again, and wondered if Ava was done in the bathroom. He had to piss.

Then it all crashed down on him, and his head pressed into the pillow. He was still clothed, laying on the top of the bed. They must have had to drag him up there.

Most of the items that marked it as a teenager's room had been removed, but it was still the room he remembered.

And he remembered what had happened right where he lay. On this very bed. The best day of his life, followed quickly by the worst.

He heard familiar sounds coming from down the stairs at the end of the hall. Voices. One in particular.

He contemplated staying there until she left, then wondered how badly he'd be hurt if he jumped from his second-story window. Deciding he wouldn't be able to get away with a broken leg, he resigned himself to facing his family.

It had been years since he'd seen them, and they'd aged. His guilt shook him, but he couldn't blame himself too much, given the circumstances.

He strained to hear the voices downstairs. The last thing he ever wanted to do was to meet the fucking asshole who'd won the love of his life's heart.

Was he down there? They'd made no mention of her husband while they talked. No other masculine voice could be heard, only his father.

Knowing he'd have to face this sometime, Adam decided to get it over with. Survive the meal, find an excuse to leave, and never, ever, return.

He got up, went into the bathroom and straightened his hair, then went downstairs, not knowing what he was about to find.

####

How he got through the meal, he'd never know. He'd even made small talk with his sister.

The woman who had destroyed his heart. Had abandoned him, leaving him a shriveled wreck.

The married woman.

But no, not anymore, it seemed.

Some comments about the dickhead caught his attention as he tried to force down some food. Did they say she was living here now?

His father would glance his way from time to time, but Adam couldn't look his father in the eye. He knew everything, and it made Adam feel like a failure, unable to go on without his true love.

Just like his father had, yet he had found another true love and married her. And had two kids.

Twins. Just like him and his sister.

And look how wonderful that turned out.

But it wasn't his fault. It was... whose? Hers? Is she to blame for freaking out? For not wanting to marry her brother and bear his children.

That's what he wanted, and through their link, had let her know in no uncertain terms.

That was the last unspoken communications they'd shared before she'd shut herself away from him, then fleeing when no one was home.

He'd come to grips long ago that he was a freak. Someone who'd seduced his own twin and fucked her. Taken her virginity, then told her he wanted to knock her up.

Yeah, he was in love with her, and wanted to be the best husband in the world to her. To worship her and give her anything, and everything, she ever wanted.

But what kind of creep asks that of his sister?

The kind he was, apparently.

He had to answer the obligatory questions as they ate. No, he hadn't married or had kids. He had no girlfriend at the moment. Yeah, work was okay. Not great, but it paid the bills.

But where was the husband? Why wasn't he with his wife?

After dinner, Ava and her mother busied themselves in the kitchen, cleaning as the men cleared the table and put away the leftovers. Once done, Adam and his dad went into the den on the other side of the house to watch football.

Cracking open a beer, his father passed it to him, then opened another. He clinked cans with his son, then took a deep draught. Adam followed his father's lead as they sat quietly and watched the game.

The minutes went by, then his father sighed and turned to his son. He looked over his shoulder into the hallway for a moment, then locked eyes with him.

"You haven't asked."

Adam's eyebrows rose. "What?"

"About Doug."

"Who's Doug?"

His father's eyes bore into his, but Adam held steady, figuring it was his sister's husband, but relying on the fact that no one had ever actually told him the asshole's name.

"Her husband."

Adam let out his breath.

"Her ex-husband."

He drew a quick breath and cocked his head.

"The divorce was finalized earlier this week. Nice Thanksgiving present, huh?"

"Um, I guess?" Adam drank half the can in one gulp.

"The bastard cheated on her. For years." His father shook his head, his face clouding. Adam's heart constricted, and anger filled him.

"Thank God they didn't have kids," his father said as he watched the game, swirling the can in one hand.

"Yeah. Good thing." Adam didn't know what to say. What to think.

"She wants to see you. To talk." He looked at his son. "She didn't say why, or what she was thinking. I have no idea."

Adam nodded.

"She's probably on pins and needles, waiting for you."

Adam barked out a laugh. "Oh, yeah. For sure. After fifteen years of absolutely nothing, I can just imagine how excited she is to shoot the shit with me."

"Adam," his father's voice stern. "You know it's way more complicated than that. Go to her. Hear what she has to say."

He drained his beer. "What you two had, and what you wanted, was too much for her. She panicked and fled. See what she has to say, alright?"

Not having a reason to say no other than to be petty, Adam nodded. "Yeah, what the hell, right? I've got absolutely nothing to lose."

He rose and faced the stairway. With a glance back at his father, Adam walked forward, turned, went up the stairs, and stood in front of his sister's room. The door was closed, and the memory of the day he'd found her gone, her stuff taken with her, flooded his mind.

He almost turned and ran, not wanting to tear that scab off. But then, it never had healed, had it? There was no scar because the wound was still open and festering.

A raging cauldron of emotions swirled in his head, and he tried to quiet his mind. He tried some tricks to calm himself the doctors had taught him, and found his heart rate slowing, coming back to normal. Or close enough.

Time to get this over with.

He raised his hand and knocked.

Nothing happened. No sounds. The door didn't open. The one woman he'd ever loved didn't stand there, smiling at him and pulling him into her room. She didn't hug him, or kiss him, or... anything.

He sighed, then he heard it. Was that a sigh from the other side of the door? He stood there, waiting.

The doorknob turned, sending a pulse of anxiety through him. He watched it rotate, taking years off his life until it stopped, then receded as the door opened. His eyes followed the knob, then landed on a button-up shirt.

The one his sister wore as they ate. It was a modest white shirt that looked nice on her, paired with her dark slacks.

His eyes went up, noticed her boobs, and he idly wondered if they'd sagged over the years. Mentally shaking himself, he looked up and into her eyes.

Standing paralyzed, he stared at her as she stared back.

"Hi," she said in almost a whisper.

He nodded, his head jerking like a marionette with a few missing threads.

"Can we talk?" she asked, and he nodded again, perfecting his imitation of a broken puppet.

She stepped back, allowing him into her room, then gently shut the door. She went over to the bed and sat, waving him to the chair by her old desk, a few feet away from where she perched, both hands flat on the covers on either side.

He looked around, his eyes wandering her room, noting how many things remained from their early years, and how many were gone.

What was gone was the link they shared. The love. The connection they had that no one else could ever have.

And she'd thrown it away, as if it had meant nothing to her.

But that wasn't fair. Their situation was too weird for her. Not for him, he mused. He'd have married her in a heartbeat and been blissfully happy all his life.

She'd always been the one to push him away, all those times as they grew where he'd watch her, long for her. She'd heard his thoughts, knew of his desire for her.

She'd only revealed her desires for him that day they'd made love. That one time.

"What do you want to talk about?" He tried to keep his voice neutral, but wasn't sure how successful he was. Oh, well.

She sighed, her eyes wandering the room, occasionally going back to him. He knew how bad he looked.

Frankly, he was surprised he looked as good as he did.

"I'm so sorry." The words came out in a rush, followed by a sob that tore at his heart. Damn it! He still was in love with her. After all this time.

Tears formed and spilled, running down her cheeks. "I'm so, so sorry for leaving you like that."

He shrugged, not sure what to say. "Um... okay?"

She laughed, one sad sound, and sat there, crying as they looked at the other.

"I can't imagine what you went through. It was torture for me-"

"Oh, yeah. Must have been hell, huh?" The bitterness of his words shocked him. She bowed her head, her chest heaving.

"I can imagine it was plenty rough, going off to college, having roommates, boyfriends. Getting laid. All that kind of terrible stuff."

She wrapped her arms around herself and cried, the sound ripping him apart inside. But that only allowed the smouldering offal of his anger to escape where he'd hidden it for so long. It burst out.

"And you got married?" he asked, his brows high and a faux smile plastered on his face. "Sorry I missed that little soiree. Must have been grand."

"Please, don't," she choked, rocking on the edge of the bed.

Something inside him snapped, and he felt a calm overtake him. He drew a few breaths, letting the demons go.

"I'm sorry, too," he said, sounding to himself like the oldest man in the world.

She looked up at him, her eyes glowing red, her cheeks puffy. "I never wanted to hurt you."

He huffed, but remained silent.

Shaking her head, she leaned forward and caught his eyes. "Didn't that weird you out? At all?"

He looked at her, then nodded. "Yeah, I guess. I must have been too much in love to care about the other stuff."

She sighed and looked off to the side for a moment, then back at him. "You know exactly what I felt for you, too."

He drew a breath, his face growing red, when she persisted. "We both felt everything!" Her words came at him hard. "You saw into my very soul, and I saw yours."

He sat there, watching her, knowing the truth of her words.

"Then why?" That question meant all. Right to the point. They'd been in love. Had made love. They'd learned of the gift of their connection, and she'd panicked and left him to rot and whither as she got on with her life.

"I know you think I abandoned you. And you're right. But not because of any lack of feelings for you." She shook her head, chuckling softly.

She looked into his eyes. "Oh, hell, no. You told me what you wanted. Without a word. Showed me our life together. Married, kids, the whole shootin' match."

He stared at her. "And that's when you ran."

"I did." She sobbed and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "And it was a mistake. One I've regretted ever since."

"You never reached out to me, explained yourself. You simply disappeared. Vanished."

"It took time for me to calm down, to get my head wrapped around everything. Maybe you were fine with all this mystical, magical mumbo jumbo, but I wasn't!" She hooked her thumb, pressing it to her chest.

"It took time for me to grasp just what I'd thrown away. By then I'd started college, and... well, it was easier to keep doing that."

He laughed. "Yep, easier."

"I chickened out, okay? I took the coward's way out. Just like when I moved into this room when we were kids. That was the same thing, basically. I couldn't face the facts of what we were, what we shared. Remember? I always denied it."

He nodded, remembering the intense feeling of being abandoned when she took this room.

"And then, after what we'd done together," she said, sighing. "Made love and created that even deeper connection. I got scared."

She looked at him as he sat there. He looked back, seeing the woman he'd loved all his life, who'd been missing for almost half of it.

He saw a woman with a broken heart, one who'd lost two men she loved.

"What happened? To your marriage."

"Oh, shit. That son of a bitch?" She laughed, and he felt a chuckle burble up. He joined her, and they sat and talked.

Over the next hour, they shared their stories. Both of them cried, and he felt the poison drain from his soul, replaced with love and understanding.

She told him of her shame at finding her husband in bed, fucking a younger woman, and the scorn they'd both shown her as she fled their laughter.

He swung between crippling sadness for his sister, to murderous rage at the prick who'd treated her so badly.

She'd listened as he mentioned his few relationships, not wanting to expose how impossible it had been for him to love any woman since her. But she'd figured it out. He could see it in her eyes. The guilt.

Even without the link, they knew each other better than anyone else.

"Can you ever forgive me?" Her words were like water to a man dying of thirst under a blazing sun.

His heart swelled, making it almost impossible to talk. "Of course," he choked out.

The look in her eyes drew him in, and he realized he'd stood. She had as well, and they stepped forward, then embraced.

He breathed in her scent as he clung to her. The woman he'd dreamt about, had cursed, had cried and yearned for.

Her hands clutched at his back, pulling him as close as she could. With a kiss that seared their souls, they fell to the bed.

Without caring their parents were downstairs, Adam and Ava made love. Clutching the other, rediscovering what they'd both lost, their bodies grinding against the other.

Adam thrust, his hips slamming against his sister. He gloried to be back inside her, in the only woman he'd ever loved.

She hung to him, her arms wrapped around his neck as he bounced h around.

"Yes," she gasped, "Adam, I love you."

"I love you, Ava. Only you. It's always only ever been you."

Ava's orgasm built quickly, and she clamped down on him as she crested. Trying to not be too loud, she came as he bucked over her, shooting as deep into her body as possible.

Not caring if she was on birth control or not, actually hoping to knock her up this time, he emptied himself.

He rolled off his sister, and she turned and wrapped herself over him, his arm drawing her to him as they caught their breath.

"Please don't ever leave me again." His eyes bore into hers.

"I won't. Never again. I see that now, why we need to be together."

He leaned over, and their lips met as his heart soared.

Hey, can you hear me?

His eyes flew open, and he pulled back from her, rising on his elbow.

I do! Oh, god, how I've missed you.

I'm here, my love. You're stuck with me now.

He heard the humor in her thoughts and poured out the happiness her words gave him.

That's all I've ever wanted. I'm never letting go of you now.

Good, because you probably knocked me up. I'm right in the middle of my cycle.

Adam thought his chest would burst open with pride, and she giggled inside his mind at his happiness, all the while sharing it with him.

I hope it's twins!

Neither heard the muffled voices from the hallway.

"What's that sound?"

Their father turned and grinned at his wife as she came up the stairs. She walked the few steps, her head swiveling between him and the door to Ava's room. Inside, the muffled, yet unmistakable sounds of lovers cresting were obvious.

She looked in alarm at her husband, her eyes wide. "Are they...?"

He nodded, his eyes glistening as he smiled gently at his wife. "Let it happen. They need this, doing what they've needed to do for so long."

He smiled at the door.

"They're reconnecting. And this time, it's forever."