Sins of the Jenkins Pt. 02

All characters are at least 18 years old and over.

JADE

The frigid morning air seeps through my night gown as I reluctantly rise from bed. Who willingly wakes early on a Sunday? But we've been summoned for a family meeting, undoubtedly concerning yesterday's events. I slide into a chair beside Jack, who sits hunched, eyes fixed on the table, guilt etched across his face. Opposite us, Mom and Robert exchange worried glances, their brows furrowed with concern.

"We need to talk about what happened yesterday," Mom begins. "Your grandmother is beside herself."

"Nothing happened," Jack pleads.

"Yeah," I mutter. "We were just messing around. That's what boredom will do." I roll my eyes, hoping my dramatic touch will lend some credibility to our argument. Their faces don't seem to agree.

"We understand," Robert bellows. "But people have a way of misconstruing situations like that. Especially Grandma. We know because we're speaking from experience." What in the hell is he talking about? Mom adjusts her glasses and clears her throat.

"Twelve years ago, when you and Jack were only eight years old... something happened."

"It all started with me getting into trouble at school," Robert reflects, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "And just like the two of you, I got suspended."

"What did you do to get suspended," I inquire curiously.

"It doesn't matter," Mom chides me. "We're not telling you this to condone your bad behavior."

"I'd still like to know what he did," I add, Jack's nodding head concurs. Robert looks at Mom and they both sigh.

"I had some trouble with this guy at school. He bullied me for a while until one day I socked him in the face pretty good. He left me alone for a while, until one day, he... I think he planned the whole thing to be honest. He said some things about Mom to get a rise out of me, maybe hoping I'd get expelled or something like that."

"Did you smash his face in," Jack delights in Robert's tale. My older brother nods solemnly, as though he regrets his actions. I don't understand why he would feel guilty about something like that. If I had his strength, I would have done the exact same thing for anyone in this family.

"Mom got called into the school. Mrs. Grainger was looking for any excuse to punish me. She hated my guts and I got expelled."

"You were both at Disney world with your father," Mom continues. "I took the time to teach your brother how to drive. Then I decided to put him to work in my office."

"I loved it," Robert beams at Mom as she takes his arm and cuddles into his chest.

"Anyway, it his punishment turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Robert was a natural with data entry. I soon found that I couldn't carry the workload without his help. He became indispensable to me." Her proud eyes bathe him in her love as she nuzzles deeper into him. God, they're weird.

"Wait a minute," Jack explodes. "You got to leave school so you were allowed to start working in Mom's business? That's not fair." My brother hit the nail on the head with that one.

"Not right away," Robert reminds us. "I tried a couple of other schools about a month later, but... yes, that's what I did eventually. If either of you decides to leave school, that will be entirely your choice." His face is concerned and his eyes bear a kind sparkle. "I screwed up a lot when I was your age and it didn't leave me a lot of options. You've both almost finished. Why quit now when you're almost there?" Jack and I exchange glances, out brains jumping around with all the cool things we could do if we didn't have to go to school anymore.

"Anyway," Mom jolts us out of our daydreams. "Late one evening, your brother and I returned home after a crazy day at work. I was going to make pasta, you know much he loves alfredo? But I just didn't have the energy and Robert can't even boil an egg." The whole table laughs, even Robert. "I sat on the sofa and my feet were killing me. He noticed my pain and offered to give me a foot rub."

"What?" Jack and I both say in unison. "How is this relevant?" I add, my mind racing with growing questions.

"That's kind of how all the trouble started in the first place," Mom shakes her head with a dreamy look in her brilliant eyes. "About a week later, we were at work, stressed up to the eyeballs. The Wolinski account was in utter turmoil and we'd been troubleshooting ways to fix the problem all day. One of my employees, do you remember Charles Dwight? It doesn't matter. He screwed up their order and we were about to lose the whole account that made up half of our profits. I was completely drained at that point. If it wasn't for all of Robert's help, we never would have gotten through it and I might not have the company right now. Once everything was settled and in order I fell into my chair, deflated and exhausted. I remembered Robert's foot rub and how much better I felt after it. I asked him if he could do the same thing for my aching back. So, he massaged my back for a while and it helped a lot. But it wasn't enough. Now, please don't misunderstand what I'm about to say..."

I glance over at Jack. His eyes are about to pop out of his head. I feel the way he looks.

"I unbuttoned my shirt," she continues, "so he could rub the muscles properly. Imagine how it would look if someone walked in to see a woman with my proportions a lacy white her bra with her son rubbing her back... that's exactly what happened. Your Grandmother decided to surprise me at the office that day and when she walked in, she got an eyeful. We weren't doing anything wrong. She thought there was something weird going on between me and Robert. Can you imagine that? With my own son? How she could think that is beyond me. The problem is people see what they want to see. After that, we went home, had dinner and went to sleep in our separate beds."

I'm stunned beyond belief. I don't believe half of what she's saying. I know that she's hiding something. Even the way they're sitting together with Robert playing with her hair while she talks and huddles into his stomach like a lover.

Please, Jack, say something because I don't know where to begin.

"Okay then," is the best he can come up with. "I'm going to bed." I don't blame him. What else is there to say?

"Me too," is all I can manage after hearing that ridiculous story.

JACK

"Jack, can I come in?" Jade steps into my room, wearing a short white singlet and pink panties. This isn't out of the ordinary for us. We're a weird family I suppose, maybe it has something to do with us being twins. We're certainly closer than your average brother and sister. We never really fight or anything like that. We share the same hobbies, like the same music and movies. We're pretty much the same people. We've never been shy around each other, apart from the other day in Grandma's garage. That was different for me. I motion for her to enter. She should know better than that. I always have time to talk to her.

"What's up?" I inquire.

"It's about Mom and Robert." Oh boy. "Don't you think they're a bit strange? Have you ever seen a mother and son like them?"

I ponder her question for a moment. She appears impatient for a response, but honestly, I'm not sure what to say.

"They're always touching each other," she spares me. They do everything together. They're practically a couple. You don't think that's strange?" There's no way she's going to let me escape this one, I have to say something.

"We always hang out together. You're my best friend. Can you think of any siblings as close as we are?" I lie back, smugly satisfied with my response.

"Jack, that's different. We're twins. I'm telling you there's something not right about their relationship. Come with me," she wanders to the door, beckoning me to follow.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"To find out."

We creep through the hallway towards Robert's bedroom.

"I bet you a thousand dollars, Robert's not in his room," she says, opening his door to reveal a curtain blowing in the wind and a made bed.

"Okay," I agree, rolling my eyes. "What's your point."

"I'll go one better," she brags as we head towards Mom's bedroom. "I guarantee you what you see in that room will scare the living shit out of you. Go on, open the door." My hands shake a little as I grip the door knob, terrified at what I might find. Is Jade right? I'm terrified Mom will hear us as I start to open the door as slowly as I can.

"Shh!" a voice whispers through the gape in the wooden door, "They'll hear us."

"Aaahhh! Mmmm!"

"Mom! Please. Try to quiet."

"I'm sorry, honey," Mom's breathless voice emanates from the darkness. "I can't help it."

Jade takes my trembling hand and helps me push it open just enough to see two silhouettes on the bed. The room is dark and slightly illuminated by one of Mom's pumpkin candles that she loves so much. The scent reminds me of Halloween. The funny thing about Halloween is people try to be scary, but it always ends up being one big joke. What we see before our eyes is no joke--It's a true horror story. My big brother is lying on the bed and our mother is sitting on his cock, moaning and crying out in ecstasy.

JADE

The sun pierces my eyes. I didn't sleep at all. I had my suspicions, but what we witnessed last night was beyond anything I could have imagined. My thoughts shatter as a heavy weight presses down on me. Goddamn it, Jack! He's nearly crushing my ribs.

"Morning," he laughs in good spirits.

"How can you be so chipper after last night?" I ask, completely serious. How is he not troubled by what we saw? He gazes out the window, lost in thought for a moment, then turns back to me.

"Let's get your mind off it for today," he suggests, a request I'm more than happy to accept.

"What did you have in mind?"

"The beach."

"How exactly do you suppose we'll be allowed to do that?" I inquire.

"Guilt. We know what they did. They don't know that we know, but they know what they did is wrong--and we should use that to our advantage."

My brother is smarter than I give him credit for sometimes. I can't help but smile at his cleverness. We walk the hallway already wearing our beach gear. I'm donning a black one-piece swimsuit with pink and purple flowers and denim shorts. Jack's favorite shorts are emblazoned with a black-and-white skull design. We approach the room slowly, not knowing what to expect from those two love birds.

"Jade," he whispers, his voice careful as it brushes against my ear. "Look."

Their backs are turned to us, but we can see them clearly--locked in a kiss with their arms around each other. How long has this been going on? I knew they left out a lot of details in their story, but this is crazy, she's our mother. The way they're making out, assuming we're still asleep, they look like a husband and wife. Robert's hands are all over her enormous chest, squeezing and pinching--rubbing and fondling. Should we come back later. I glance at Jack, waiting for his cue. What is he thinking right now? He looks as lost as I feel--standing there, frozen and bewildered. Silently, we scurry back to my room.

We sit on my bed, silence hanging between us. My brother looks troubled, but there's something else in his expression that I can't quite place. Usually, I can read him easily, but not now.

Finally, he meets my gaze, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before parting his lips to speak.

"You realize this isn't just sex, Jade? It's love." I hadn't even considered it that way--and now, it feels worse.

"You're right," I admit, the weight of his words sinking in. "Our mother and brother are in love." Saying it out loud makes it all the more terrifying. Our family will never be the same again. Birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas--everything out the window. How am I supposed to look either of them in the eye now?

"This is fucked up." His statement, though it lacks any eloquence is precisely the way I feel with now.

"Jade! Jack! I made pancakes! Are you coming?" Mom's voice rings through the house, breaking the moment. We exchange glances before ruefully heading towards the happy couple.

Mom notices our beach clothes and gives us a look, questioning why we think we're allowed to go to the beach. I nudge Jack in the ribs, silently urging him to take charge. He stays silent.

Mom's gown is partially open, revealing a silky negligee--no doubt something she wore to seduce our brother last night.

"I know we're grounded," I begin, casting Jack an angry look at his lack of courage.

"But it's so hot today," he finally adds. "With us being grounded, you're both going to get sick of us being around the house all the time." Clever. We both know they'll look for any opportunity to have time alone. "This is probably the last nice day we're going to have for a long time," he continues.

"Can we please go to the beach," I implore with the sweetest expression I can conjure up. Unsurprisingly, Mom looks to Robert for guidance.

"What do you think?" Her eyes practically drown in his. Our brother pauses, weighing the situation, considering their options. If we go, they'll most likely spend the day making love. On the other hand, we'd be avoiding our punishment.

"Think of how peaceful the house is when we're not here," Jack slyly puts in. That might clinch it. Robert nods to Mom and she breathes out a deep sigh.

"Okay. You can go to the beach, but nowhere else. Do you hear me?" We nod. "Be back before dinner, and don't get used to this. You're still grounded. I'm only letting you go because, once the cold weather hits, you probably won't get another chance until next year." Mission accomplished. Thank God. I need to get out of this house before I lose my mind.

JACK

What a day. The beach is stunning--picturesque in every way. Still, our thoughts are clouded by the events of last night. As Jade slips off her denim shorts, my eyes briefly take in her body, unguarded and full. Her curves are impossible to ignore, a striking reminder of her voluptuousness. Her magnificent breasts stand out proudly into a slim waist and impressively wide hips. My sister possesses a true hourglass figure.

"Come on!" she yells, sprinting into the ocean, her arms flailing in a playful, girlish manner--she's absolutely adorable. I follow her, relieved to be hidden by the dark water. If only she knew my deepest thoughts, she might suspect I'm worse than Mom and Robert. "It's good to get away from them for a while," she breathes out a sigh of relief. "What we say last night..."

"Was so fucking weird," is the best I can manage under the circumstances.

"I don't even want to know what they're doing right now," she smirks. At least she doesn't seem too rattled by the ordeal. She gives me a furtive glance. I'm not sure what it means, but it definitely piques my curiosity. She pauses, thinking carefully before speaking. "You know that girl you went out with last year? Melinda, right?"

"Yeah," I reply.

"What happened there?" Why is she asking me this now?

"That was a disaster," I admit. "She got boring really quick. I think she put me off dating to be honest."

"Don't get me wrong, I love hanging out with you, Jack. But..."

What's going on? What brought this on? What we saw? Is she afraid we might do the same thing? I hate to admit it, the thought has crossed my mind. I dream about her sometimes. A recent memory comes to mind.

I'm lost in a forest, without food or shelter. The rain has been relentless for days. Desperate, I try to build a hut, a sanctuary of sorts, but my efforts result in nothing more than a ramshackle mess. I stay there for weeks, starving, cold, and miserable, when a woman appears. She nurses me back to health, helping me reconstruct my broken shelter. Together, we live in peace--happy, content, and no longer alone.

During the day, we hunt and forage, and at night, we share quiet moments of closeness, our bond growing stronger with each passing day. Eventually, we start a family, a brood of our own, building a life together in the heart of the forest.

Her lips are moving, but I haven't heard a single word she's said.

"Sorry, can you repeat that?" I stumble, my voice a little too hesitant. She looks annoyed.

"I said, I've never had a boyfriend before. Maybe we spend too much time together, holding each other back from other possibilities." I don't like where this is going--I can't lose her.

"Dating isn't all it's cracked up to be, Jade. Trust me."

"Maybe you just haven't met the right person yet," she says softly. "One day, we'll both be happy. We'll have families of our own, and our kids will be cousins, playing together."

As nice as that sounds, it's not exactly what I have in mind. I don't know what I want exactly, but it's definitely not that.

Our conversation abruptly ends when a stranger appears in our midst.

"Hey, I'm Marcus," he says, his smile too eager.

Jade watches him with a look that sends a chill through me--one I don't like at all.

"I'm Jade. This is my brother, Jack."

He gives me a cool look but directs most of his attention toward glaring at my sister. I barely register what they're talking about, my mind consumed by the rage buzzing in my ears. I don't like this guy. He's not good enough for her. I feel completely out of place, like an unwanted intruder in their conversation. Reluctantly, my legs carry me back to the beach, as if trying to escape the tension.

The sun is beating down on me full force now. I watch them with a sharp eye, my ass burning on the hot sand. They've moved closer together. He's kissing her. It's too much to bear. I can't take it. But then, something feels off. She looks distressed. His arms are all over her. He's manhandling my sister. My heart pounds in my chest as I spring to my feet, fists clenched, and charge into the water.

"Marcus! Stop!" I hear my sister's cries of fear, sharp and desperate--that animal.

"Don't you dare touch her, you fucking bastard!" I scream at the top of my lungs, my voice raw with fury. But my newfound strength fades instantly as his hard, bony fist slams into my nose.

"After I beat your ass," he says, his accent unfamiliar, "I'm gonna fuck your sister till she bleeds!" He strikes me again and again, each blow landing with brutal force. I'm completely outmatched, his fighting ability far beyond mine. I feel powerless to stop him, his sheer strength overwhelming me with ease. Then, everything goes numb. Slowly, I drift, sinking into the depths of the ocean.

JADE

"Jack!" I plead, watching as my brother's face starts to fade from view. "He's drowning!"

Marcus seems amused and resumes groping and defiling my body. Under different circumstances, I would be sick to my stomach, but I'm so afraid for Jack that all I care about is saving him--but I can't. His caveman hands are holding me in place, I can't escape his grasp. I try to kick, I scream, but there's nobody around. I can't lose my other half, I would rather be dead. The brute continues laughing and enjoying my flesh with wanton abandon--I can feel his hardness pressing into me. Then something changes in his face, almost as if he's in deep pain. Through the tears, I can see two hands gripping Marcus' neck, squeezing his veins, forcing a purple hue to his complexion. Those are Jack's hands. I watch, stunned, relieved, impressed, so many emotions flowing through me. The cruel eyes of my captor are now laced with fear as my brother avenges my honor with sheer brutality, I didn't know he possessed. Marcus starts to vanish before my very eyes as he's brought down under the rippling sea.

GLUG!

GLUG!

Gone.

I can't even remember us leaving the beach. All I can see in my mind is Marcus' fading eyes and my brother's arms, making me feel safe.

We're sitting in his bedroom, now, I'm too scared to leave his embrace.

"It's alright, Jade," his soft words calming me, lulling me into a warm and secure. "I'm sorry about what happened. I didn't know what else to do," he whispers gently.

"Don't be sorry," I say indignantly, thinking about that asshole who was forcing himself on me. "Jack, you saved me. I'm glad you did it. Please don't feel bad." His remorse makes my heart break. He did what he had to do in the moment and I'll forever be grateful. "I don't want you to beat yourself up over a piece of trash like him. He deserved to die." I stun myself with my cruel words. Jack looks surprised as well.

"Are they asleep?" Jack asks, changing the subject without a hint of subtlety.

"Don't worry about them," I implore him. Jack..."

I lean closer and plant my lips firmly on his.

ROBERT

I sit in the chair, watching Mom wash the dishes. I offered to help, but she declined, insisting I relax and let her handle everything. Her impressive breasts sway and jiggle as she scrubs and places the plates and cups carefully to air dry, her focus unwavering. I could watch her do this for hours. She turns to me, her gaze meeting mine as she lowers her stance, a subtle shift in her posture, revealing her expansive cleavage to my watchful eyes.

"Sooo," she muses, rearranging her straps to keep those globes in place, "What shall we do today?" Her question hangs in the air, unspoken but clear in its implication.

I rise with purpose, my steps steady as I approach her.

"I can think of a few things," I smirk.

"Oh, really?" She shifts her stance, a subtle change in her posture. "Like what?"

I take her face in my hands, leaning in to kiss her deeply. She responds with equal fervor, our hands finding each other effortlessly as our clothes fall to the floor in a matter of seconds. I lift her effortlessly, guiding her to the kitchen counter and laying her down gently. She guides my cock into her sanctuary, her honey coating the shaft as it presses into her depths.

"I love you, Robert," she beams, her words full of sincerity as we share a moment of pure intimacy.

After hours of lovemaking, my body is spent. Mom is nuzzled deep in my arms, my hands stroking her cheek in pure contentment.

"Honey?" she asks. "I'm starting to regret letting Jack and Jade go to the beach. How are they going to learn if there are no consequences for their actions?"

"You may be right, Mom. I guess my decision was purely selfish this morning. I just wanted you all to myself. I'm sorry."

Her eyes meet mine, soft and delicate, offering no trace of disappointment or regret.

"Don't get me wrong," she adds with a smile, "I'm glad we had the day together, and I wouldn't change it for the world. But... I'm just so worried about them all the time, and I don't know how we can help."

"All we can do..." I pause, surprised by the sudden maturity in my own voice, "is guide them to make the right decisions and support them whenever we can."

She kisses me tenderly, as if to thank me for everything, and snuggles even closer into my embrace. I pull the sheet over us, and together, we drift into a peaceful reverie--half awake, lost in the depths of bliss.

"Baby," she whispers gently in my ear.

"Not yet, Mom. Let me rest just a little bit," I plead.

"No. Not that, not yet anyway," she smirks. "There's something I think we need to change."

Now I'm wide awake--I don't want to change a thing. I will never love anyone else for the rest of my life. I adore everything about her. Please don't take that away from me, Mom.

"Don't look so worried," she giggles. Phew. "It's not ideal, but it's also not the end of the world." She takes a breath before continuing. "I don't think we should have sex at home anymore, at least not when the twins are around."

"Yeah," I reluctantly agree.

"When they're all grown up and have their own houses, we can do whatever we want, sweety, but for now I think we need to be more careful. What if they had walked in on us last night? Can you imagine?"

I try to picture the horror on their faces and nod, my expression turning serious. She's right--as always.

"Hey," she rubs my arm tenderly. "We always have the office."

"Or we could stay at a hotel in the city," I suggest.

"Definitely," she agrees warmly. "Oh, honey. I was so worried

you'd be upset when I brought this up." Her face softens with relief.

"Mom, you never need to be scared with me," I reassure her. "I'll always listen to you and consider your opinions and feelings." She closes her eyes, as if savoring my words, her expression one of pure contentment. But then, it shifts--her expression clouded with worry. "What's wrong?" I ask, deeply concerned.

"It's your brother and sister. "I just realized how late it is. Where are they?" The panic in her voice is clear, and I know it's time to step up.

"I'll take care of it." I try calling Jade, but there's no answer. Next, I call Jack, and after what feels like an eternity, he finally picks up.

"I'm sorry we're late," he mumbles, his voice carrying an unfamiliar tone. Something's wrong--I can tell.

"Where the hell are you two?" I ask, trying to keep my composure and not alarm Mom. I can hear Jade saying something in the background, but I can't quite make it out. They're definitely up to something. "Book a taxi. Don't worry about the cost; I've got it. Just get home as soon as you can."

Mom's face is etched with tension, and she clings to me desperately, as though if I let go, she'll fall apart.

"It's okay. Nothing's wrong. They'll be home soon," I whisper.

GEORGINA

The hot water cascades over me, jolting me awake from the most beautiful dreams. I stand there for a while, letting the steam envelop me, the warmth soothing my skin. The memories of last night linger, every detail vivid in my mind. It was one of those rare moments where everything felt right, and for a few fleeting hours, I was completely content. Now, as the water flows down my body, I can't help but smile, reliving the magic of the night. My son's youthful body taking me to a state of pure delight. The way he makes me feel is everything I thought it would be like when I first married Ethan. There's a sense of completeness, a peace I didn't know I was missing. Everything feels effortless, as if we were always meant to be in this moment together. I suppose I have my husband to thank for one thing--he helped me create this wonderful man who makes my world bright and happy.

I step out of the shower and wander dreamily into the bedroom. I start to put on my panties, then reconsider. I change into beige pantyhose instead--just in case we decide to play around at work--I want him to have easy access. Suddenly, I feel those familiar hands all over me. We kiss lovingly, our tongues melding into one.

"You look amazing, Mom," his breathing is labored with intensity. His eyes are taking me in greedily as I bathe in the attention he gives me. Then I remember our agreement.

"Robert," I start reluctantly. "We can't. Remember?"

"I know. I just..." He grips my boobs with agonized intensity, pinching my nipples and playing with them like a boy with a toy that he can't keep his hands off, no matter how hard he tries.

"Honey," I begin, "We have to go to work." My protests are meek and futile. He has power over me and I can feel my pussy twitching in response to his fingers over my heavy breasts. "Just one minute," I say, unable to refuse anything to my lover boy.

He takes my breasts and makes love to them with his lips. The feeling radiates through me, causing liquid to run down my thighs under my silky hosiery. He rubs my mound firmly, opening me up like a flower--oh God--I want him right now.

"We have to stop," my regretful words are needed right now. As much as we both want this, we can't have it. "We can have as much fun at the office as we want. Please, baby."

He smiles, pressing one last lingering kiss to my lips before I slip into the lovely red dress I bought on sale last week. It hugs my curves spectacularly--Robert's eyes confirm it as he takes me in with a not-so-subtle gaze of approval.

"No bra or panties?' he questions with an odd look on his face.

"Just for you, my darling," I say as I wander past him seductively.

"Oh," his brain snaps into place. "I love it."

"I knew you would," I purr.

"MOM!" Jade yells. "We're going to be late! Surely you don't want us to get into any more trouble on our first day back!"

"I'm Coming!" I yell back with equal fury.

That girl sometimes.

"Did she say coming... or... cumming?" Jack cracks just within my earshot. This predictably bring howls of laughter from his sister.

"What's so funny?" Robert wonders. Jack and Jade's eyes hover over both of us one at a time, smirking and exchanging a knowing glance before bursting into laughter once more. "Well," he presses them for an answer.

"We heard a story about someone at school," Jack chirps.

"Yeah," Jade joins in. "There's a rumor that he still sleeps with his mother."

As they step outside and get into the car, Robert leans back on the kitchen bench, pensive in thought.

"Do they... know about us?" he looks deeply troubled.

"Relax, baby. They don't know anything about us," I say hopefully, though I don't really believe anything that I'm saying. Our closeness is undeniable. We all live in the same house and my children are not blind. As much as we try to keep everything hidden, sometimes our hands wander without us even thinking. Perhaps we need to restrict ourselves further--as much as I hate the idea of not being able to share our affection. "Maybe..." I say wistfully, "... unless they do."

"Shit!" Robert exclaims ruefully, his voice heavy with regret. After dropping them off at school, I decide we need to have a serious talk about how we're perceived in our house.

"Okay, I think they know something," I finally admit--to both myself and Robert.

"Yeah. They do." He looks deflated.

"We can work around it," I say hopefully. "No affection of any sort when Jack and Jade are home and no..." This one's going to hurt me the most, "... sharing the same bed."

"This sucks," Robert pouts. "I understand what you're saying, but how the hell am I going to keep my hands off you. Mom, you drive me wild, you know that?"

"I know, sweety. Believe me, I know. It's not going to be easy at all on either of us, but we have to do what's right for everyone. If they ever found out about us, about the thing's we've done, they would hate us."

JACK

I forgot how slow and dull school can be. I slogged through biology, chemistry, and the worst of them all--religious studies. Sometimes, I wish I didn't have to attend Catholic school. Mr. O'Grady droned on about Cain and Abel, but I barely listened. My mind was stuck on a different thought--if Adam and Eve were the first humans, and their children had children, wouldn't that mean... incest?

Imagine asking Mom this question. Or Robert. That would be a laugh. I'll have to share this revelation with Jade--she's bound to have a reaction.

Lunch has finally arrived. The lady in question hops toward me, practically brimming with energy. She's in a good mood about something, though I'm not sure what it is.

"Let's go," she pants, breathless from her minimal exertion. We're both so out of shape; maybe it's time to hit the gym.

"Where?" I ask, hoping she doesn't want to get high again. We can't risk it--Mom will absolutely flip if we get into any more trouble.

"Just follow me," she giggles, taking my hand and leading me to the park near the school.

We sit on the grass, soaking in the beauty of the day and the peaceful calm that surrounds us. Butterflies flutter through the air, and the scent of freshly mown grass tickles my nose. Everything feels perfect today. Is Jade's uniform normally that short? I've never really thought about it before, but it seems like her short has shrunk. Her legs are on full display, chalky white socks reach her knees and draw my eyes to her chunky thighs. Her buttons are partially undone, revealing a black bra. I try my best not to stare, but it's drawing me in--I can't help it.

"Getting a good look?" she smiles, blinking rapidly, the way she always does. It makes me melt every time.

"No, I..."

"Don't worry, there's no one around," she says, shuffling toward me slowly, taking her time as if she's approaching a wild animal. "What you did for me the other day... the way you always look after me..." Her fingers find my belt which she undoes with surprising agility. "You've always looked after me, Jack. Now it's time for me to take care of you for a change."

I don't know what to do, I'm frozen in place as she pulls down my underwear and graps my cock in her little hands.

"If our family's fucked up..." she says seriously, staring up at me with those shiny blue/green eyes that we share, "... then so am I and I don't care anymore."

Her mouth feels like hot oil pouring down my shaft as her head bobs up and down. I fall back on the grass, my movements involuntary as she takes me to a place of pure pleasure. This is my sister, my twin, the secret object of my affection--and she feels the same way.

"You have such a huge cock, brother," she says in between gasps. Her voice is like maple syrup, it swims through my brain and leaves me wanting more. Her sweet mouth pistons itself on my manhood, taking me as deep as she can, twisting and cupping my balls at the same time. I'm getting really close now, this is the best day of my life. Suddenly...

"Look, Mrs. Grainger! We told you! You didn't believe us!" The voice belongs to Billy "pee-wee" Davenport, the boy Jade and I played a prank on just weeks ago. He made fun of me because I missed the winning shot in our basketball final, losing it for the whole school. He taunted me daily, until Jade decided to get revenge. She pulled his pants down in front of the whole class and exposed his inadequacy for all to see. Everyone called him pee-wee after that. He never forgave us. Now, here we are with my dick in my twin sister's mouth in front of Billy, Tamara, Beth and Mrs. Grainger. This, I think, will be the end our education.