Keeping It Real in Madrid Pt. 02

P2 in what will be a series, dealing with many different trials and tribulations. This part is more a prequel of how Joe and Jenny got together in their late teens.

All engaging in sexual activity are 18+. All my work is fiction.

The fake Covid tests had worked a treat, with the family distancing themselves from them almost immediately, backing away from them before Claudia opened the door to the balcony and told them to stand there, while they all worked out what to do.

People were still terrified of this virus and it had seemed like the perfect way for Jenny and Joe to have another two weeks here alone, but seeing Joe's wife hug, then explain to their son and Jenny's daughter, why they were now being treated like they had leprosy by being isolated on the balcony, was heartbreaking. Jenny was crying, telling her daughter that it was alright and that Daddy was waiting at home.

Their Mum took control, telling them that they would have to stay here, and set about changing flights to a later date. She was just looking up the website she booked the hotel on to secure two rooms, when Jenny interrupted her, telling her that there were special rates due to the pandemic, and she would book it herself.

It was their Dad who said, "Do you guys not want a suite? You could keep each other company," and they sheepishly looked at each other as the reality of their web of lies and deceit hit home. But it was too late, the cards had been played and they couldn't really say, "Only joking," coming clean about their pre-prepared tests for Covid 19.

Already having accommodation secured, Jenny announced there were provisions for people who failed covid tests and couldn't fly, Fiona, their mother, looked distraught to have to leave them there, and as she had a particularly closer relationship with Joe right now, her gaze into his eyes almost made him admit to the conspiracy to get his sister pregnant.

With the strangest, coldest of farewells, the family was gone. Jenny had already called her husband from the balcony of their parents room to tell him the, 'Bad News,' and then they were left in Madrid, alone.

Nobody knew they supposedly had the virus, and with the luxury booking in the neighbouring hotel being in Jenny's married name, nobody would associate them with their parents either.

They were nothing but a random couple, albeit who looked slightly alike, with their black hair and brown eyes.

Jenny is tall, about 2 inches off Joe, a gymnast in her younger years, she was the quintessential good girl until 17, then seemed to mature ahead of Joe. This was something he found out one night when she entered his bedroom to avail of the bedroom window, wanting to climb onto the adjacent childhood tree house that they both had climbed in and out of many times, and was just beneath his window.

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Joe's Words - Late Teens

"Where are you going?" I whispered upon seeing her at 10:10pm, with our parents safely in bed by 9:30.

"I'm going to a party at my friend's. I'll be back around 3am," my twin murmured back, knowing her secret was safe with me, and our parents were still quite strict in implementing the, 'My house - My rules' curfew regime, the same regime that dictated no sex before marriage either.

3:10am came, I was still up playing GTA when a car pulled up, and after a few minutes, a tap on my window alerted me that she was home. As it was winter, she was dressed in a padded coat, and she urged me to hurry up as I got to the window, reaching out to grip her hand to pull her in.

This would turn out to be a regular occurrence, returning slightly drunk, she would change into her pyjamas and sit in my room to tell me about her fun night out. This was nothing out of the usual by the way, all through childhood we had did this, keeping each other company in our rooms, as after puberty, we couldn't share a bedroom anymore. Even if our parents had came in, my sister sitting in my room at 3am as I was gaming, would only earn us a telling off for not being asleep.

Besides, this was Friday, and our parents always rejoiced this in a certain way every week, in fact they did it twice a week (the third we would find out about later) being in bed early it was a sure thing they'd be well asleep by now.

Then, winter changed to Spring, then summery when we had turned 18, I couldn't help but notice her clothing was beginning to disappear on her secret escapes from my window at the weekend, particularly when the coats and jeans were replaced with tight shorts, see through tops and black bras underneath. Not that she needed a bra, as at 18, her breasts were still not forming like all of her friends was a source of constant teasing, with my twin-sibling being labelled as having, 'Boy-Tits,' by her buddies. Boy-Tits then shortened to BT, and soon became her nickname, or more formally, 'Beatty,' with friends referring to her with the moniker more often than not.

Then one night, our lives would edge onto a descending slope, with my sister going out as usual. Dressed in a black, sheer top with a lace bra underneath, and a white pair of shorts, my sister's humble, covered tits were all I could see as she entered my room. Don't get me wrong, I had previous experience with my sister's complete nudity, right back to the womb in fact, but seeing her now adult self dressed to impress, it made a difference.

Her answer to my query of where she was going, "Out," did not make me feel any less uneasy, and then when I watched her climb down the short drop onto the treehouse with help from my outstretching hand, her near naked-effect torso left me wondering what had caused this increase in skin exposure.

With it being Friday night, parental sex was underway, them knowing that I would / should be gaming with my headphones on, meant they weren't holding back. It was no coincidence that my sister always made her escape when the moaning started, knowing that my Dad's face being buried in Mum's snatch meant they were a little too busy in the room down the small, narrow hallway to hear her footsteps across the wooden floor, or the opening and closing of the window.

Sex fascinated me now, I hadn't had any yet, but it always astounded me how my father could come home late from work, particularly on a Tuesday, not wanting to do anything but sleep, yet when he went to bed with Mum, they would be humping like crazy, as they were doing this very night.

Mum was having the air knocked out of her, with whatever position they were in creating a high-tempo slapping sound, and her, "Huh-huh-huh-huh," breathing giving her away. I put my gaming headphones on then, having no desire to hear my dad cum.

I continued gaming for another hour, lost in shooting down police helicopters, and high-speed chases, shutting out any sounds that I firmly then believed would have me in rehab some day.

Around 11:30pm, I went to the kitchen to get a drink, noticing the kitchen lit by the dim lighting beneath the kitchen cupboards on, as I entered. I hated this scenario, encountering one of our parents after they had sex, and this particular night it was Dad, looking very pleased with himself and drinking water in huge gulps. He looked red and a sheen of sweat suggested they hadn't long finished. Clearly having taken something to help increase his longevity, he was still sprouting in his briefs, and although they're my parents, the thought of, 'He's just been up my Mum,' ripped through my brain.

We had small talk about my gaming, and he asked if my twin was in with me but I said, "She was, but she was tired and went to bed. Her door is locked so she must be fast asleep," would waylay any other intrigue about her activities. I then made my excuses and went back to my room, hearing Dad come up a minute later and I listened to him be greeted by Mum thanking him for the water, and then Dad groaning before he said, "Oh honey we can't.... Joe's awake.

The reason I could hear all this so clear was because I was now listening at my bedroom door, quite impressed that my parents had been going for well over an hour and were all but ready to go again. The sounds of snoring about 15 minutes later signalled there would be no more nocturnal activity, and I returned to gaming.

Around 1am, a text arrived, telling me Jenny was on her way home. The car that left her off sounded different to her friend Ellie's, who normally left her home. With the loud exhaust heard from distance when it dropped her off outside and drove away, I looked at my sibling standing on the tree house ledge, arms folded tightly over her chest and something looking different that I couldn't quite place.

She looked awkward, bear in mind I know this particular human being more intimately than any other, being pushed out of the same vagina kind of does that, so her standing with her arms folded, cupping her boobs and her right leg crossed over and in find of her left, made me curious.

Then, as she needed my help to climb into the window ledge, I immediately realised what was different, for as Jenny's hand came up to mine and she reached to the window frame with the other, my sister's lack of a bra became evident, as her deep-red nipples pressed into the sheer mesh, and her small but high breasts were now level with me, as she stepped in through the window.

"Must be chilly out," I quipped, as she covered her pointy nips with her hands.

"Shut up, you'll.... not say anything to the olds?"

"No, of course not, I'm good at keeping our little secrets," I immediately replied before she told me she was going to change.

I didn't really expect her to come back in, but when she did, dressed in a boring set of pyjama shorts and top, I asked her, "Warmed up any?"

"Ha ha, don't be a dick," was her smiling reply.

Not letting up, I asked her if it just fell off, and she came clean that, "Martin wanted to keep it as a souvenir."

"Oh," I said rather camply if I'm honest, "And how long has Martin been taking it off?" I teased and she went red.

"Tonight was the first time," she sheepishly said, then a smile spread across her face as she added, "it was amazing!"

"Do I want to know this?" I asked and she smiled from ear to ear, nodding her head yes, as I said, "Go on...."

We shared everything, you see, and as my sister went on to describe the feeling of Martin reaching up underneath her top while kissing her, sliding his hand awkwardly up to undo her bra clasp at the back, I found myself being jealous of him. This is my twin, my special yin to my yang, but seeing her almost salivate as she described the sensations of his lips on her breasts, made me happy to see her happy, too. It was good to know I wasn't the only one who thought she didn't have, 'Boy-Tits.'

Sitting on my bed, she texted back and forth with him, the dilated eyes being the signal she was highly smitten. Then she went to bed, leaving me to shut off from my gaming for the night and go to bed, wanking into a sock to the thoughts of my sibling's erect nipples and gently rippling breasts in my brain.

This would be a similar repeat the following week, with her going to stay at her friend's house on the Saturday, I was sure my sister was having sex and not telling me.

Then, three weeks after that first, 'Braless Night,' she had went out wearing a white, low-cut top with thin straps, over a white bra and a white skirt underneath. As I lowered her gently by the outstretched arm, I shuddered at the thought at what was going to happen to her tonight.

Meanwhile, Mum and Dad were really going at it, and by this time I wasn't even trying to ignore it. My Mum was a responsible, church-going, easy going and conservative woman, yet here in the throws of sex, my Dad reminding her I had my headphones on, seemed to set her free. I listened for a good hour as they slammed themselves together, and knowing some positions from watching porn, I thought the kissing and sucking of tits, together with the slapping, suggested they were in missionary. Mum was panting, that staccato stabbing of breathing matching the squishing and slapping from between her legs, and then a constant, "Ahhhhh-Ahhhhhhh-Ahhhhhhh!" From her and then grunting from Dad, then silence, meant that I had just witnessed my parents cumming together.

Snoring from Dad told me it was safe to go for a glass of water, and as I rummaged in the cupboard behind the door for a midnight snack, the words, "Light left on and the door left open," made me pop my head out from the shielding, large cupboard door to see my Mum with her back to me, giving me a tremendous opportunity to put my hand on her shoulder and say, "BOOH!"

"AAAHHHH," she shrieked like something from an old horror movie as I doubled over in hysterics.

She was wearing a plain, light pink night dress with white frills at the low cut neck, and as she screamed, she had instinctively brought her hands up across her chest to cup her boobs, and as I came back up from my convulsive laughter, I couldn't help but see it had raised the front, and what was very clearly a tuft of matted, wet pubic hair was showing, before she released the material to playfully beat me around the shoulder blades to admonish me for scaring her.

"You scared the crap out of me," she said, now laughing at the fright.

"Sorry," I said, but not really sorry as I smirked, holding her forearms to stop the play fighting and ignoring her unhindered boobs swaying under her nighty, "I couldn't resist it."

Then Dad came down to see what was creating all the noise. I had stood back, and as he stood with his hands on my Mum's two shoulders from behind, I couldn't help but ponder them in that position in other circumstances.

I cannot help but wonder if that night, hearing them fucking and seeing her vagina, albeit briefly, sowed the seed of our future fornication.

All back in bed, my parents were both snoring peacefully when 3am came. Then 3:30am, and 3:45 with no sign of Jenny. 4am, "Let me in," and soon she was in my bedroom, sitting with her back against the wall on my bed, the same as me. She hadn't changed into her pyjamas, still wearing what she went out in and was texting furiously.

She had a permanent smile on her face, was giddy too and when I eventually got some attention and she set her phone down, she said, "I had sex tonight."

"What?" I exclaimed, turning to face her, running my eyes over her side profile.

"Martin and I did it on our way home from Cheryl's house. In the car park up the road."

I knew that car park, I had went into it with a girl one Saturday night myself, then a few times after that as well, but never to fuck, sadly. "You lost your virginity in a car park?" I simply asked, and she immediately logged my disappointment as I sat forwards and stood up.

"Joe, Joe what's wrong?" She asked, and I turned to look at her, picturing the sordid scene as the thought of her being treated so cheaply, made me sick.

"You shouldn't have lost your virginity in a car, you're..."

"I'm what?" She said, standing to put her hand on my shoulder.

Then, and in hindsight like a child, I shrugged it off and turned to her and said, "You should probably go to bed. I just can't process you giving yourself away like that."

She looked shocked, saddened too and quite far from the chipper mood from her arrival, and we didn't say much the following day as I went to watch football, then she was off to stay at her friend's house, like every Saturday night. 'Evidently Martin doesn't do her on Saturdays,' I thought.

I think we avoided each other all week, to Mum's displeasure I had my dinner in my bedroom, and she even texted me to ask if she could use my bedroom's exit route that Friday night. She was dressed conservatively, t-shirt and leggings, and probably nothing underneath. But what did I care?

Truth was, I did care. It FUCKING ENRAGED me that she had given herself to someone who didn't romanticise her, didn't treasure the gift she had given him, or maybe.... just maybe, didn't do for her what I would do.

Sunday night/Monday morning, then the Tuesday night when our parents were having sex, and almost every night that week she went out with him. I knew the sound of his car now into the distance, as It never travelled far in third gear, then the noise stopped as they went into they dreaded car park and she would come home satiated, used, hopefully not full of cum.

Friday night, into Saturday morning in early hours and she was out again. She wasn't even changing from her night dress by now, trying to hide it underneath a coat that was far too warm for summer.

She had left slightly later at 10:45, with my parents staying up to watch TV. Before she went out through that window, she turned and gave me a slightly mournful look from her chestnut eyes, as I surveyed her tied-up black hair. I knew why they tied their hair up in a ponytail in porn, and that reality made me sad.

I knew she enjoyed sex, evidently everyone did, and if this guy was the one, then so be it. Looking at me now, she clearly regretted the almost silent exchanges between us since a week ago this very night, so I was the bigger man than before and said, "Be careful. Have fun."

Wordlessly, she looked back as I helped her lower to the platform below, smelling her girly body wash long after she let go, then she descended the ladder to the ground and disappeared into the night.

I would make a decision that night that I don't regret, sordid and wrong as it was. As I listened to Martin's car drive up the road, I listened and pictured it slow down, turn into the car park and switch off.

Was she nervous?

Was she excited?

Was she naked already, taking his cock in her mouth?

All these things crossed my mind. Then the soft, gentle noise from down the hallway, "Oh-owww," told me that Mum and Dad had started to play.

Still struggling with the image of Mum's vagina, I couldn't even stand to be in the house, so I locked my bedroom up and followed Jenny, only not out of the window but silently out the front door. I didn't take my car keys and started walking, knowing full well that she would recognise my car.

Yes, I was headed towards the car park.

Approaching the small car park from the bushes at the side, I saw a lone blue hatchback in the corner. Under cover of darkness and a thicket of leaves and branches, I carefully made my way across, thankful that I had chosen boots to wear. His side, rear windows were darkened to the point you could hardly see through them, but I could see some lighting was present, and as I was right behind the car's rear window, I saw that it was much clearer, showing a bald, male head in the middle of the back seat, arms out to his sides and stretching out over the seat and he was writhing and squirming. A genius was not required to see he was being pleasured.

Part of me was saying, "Don't be Jenny, don't be Jenny," to myself, but I knew only too well that it was her. He reached down with both hands, presumably holding her head between his legs and his head then rolled back, writhing in pleasure again.

Then she appeared, also bathed in the dim interior light, she still had her nightdress on. She didn't kiss him when she sat astride him, leaning on the seat back to gain purchase, she then reached down between their bodies as he lifted her nightie to get his hands underneath. I couldn't see the hem, nor her fumbles, but I saw the swell of his hands underneath her thin covering, right at her boobs, and when her hand came back up from rummaging at her groin, her O-shaped mouth then a look of euphoria, told me that he was seated within her. I was now watching my twin having sex.

Now she kissed him as she started to move her hips, bent over to connect with his mouth in the sweeping low roofed car. I knew there was no chance she could see me, but still felt guilty as she seemed to lose herself, burying her head over his right shoulder as she jerked and gyrated her hips. Then she sat back, and before I could believe what I was witnessing, Martin, who must have had his hands up her back, raised her nightdress up, and I watched, now rock hard myself, him starting to suck on her tiny tits as she held his head in her arms and threw her hips back and forth with vigour.

One dark red nipple, then the other, then he put his hands over both her boobs and held her, driving her on to ride faster, harder and as she did, I had reached into my flies and was gripping my cock, realising that after humiliating my sister for fucking in a car here, I was in the open air, Masturbating, stroking myself in time with Martin's now forceful thrusts up into my sister.

Then she stiffened, and I experienced something that would shape my life forever, for as she came, so did I and to clarify, it wasn't just my own orgasm I felt because as ridiculous as it sounds, the feelings of her female orgasm hit me too.

I blacked out, and after falling into the undergrowth, having just had my first dual / simultaneous climaxes, I stood back up and dusted myself off, looking into the car to see Martin holding my sister up and shaking her gently. He had opened the back door to allow air in, and I could clearly hear in the quiet night air, "Jen, are you alright? Jenny?"

Watching her come back to consciousness, I waited to see her rubbing her eyes and tell him she felt really strange, before he closed the door again and I quickly left.

I ran home, not wanting to risk the awkward scenario of meeting my sister whilst trying to enter my bedroom window.

This would be repeated the next time she went out, Tuesday during Mother and Father fucking and just to make sure it wasn't a one off, I followed them. Low and behold, it happened again. Thankfully I was wearing my old sweatpants when I dusted myself off that time.

It was 45 minutes later that night, when I heard the quiet rumble of a short-shifting, manual geared car turn into our cul-de-sac, then it speed off, confirming it was the right car. She was home.

I didn't know what to say, 'Nice night, Twinio? By the way, we totally telepathically orgasm together,' didn't quite seem right.

She went to the toilet, and amidst the splashing water, she brushed her teeth, then came back in and looked at me strangely and I was uneasy when she shuffled back onto my bed, being very wary of her nightie slipping upwards as I knew she wore nothing underneath.

"You're home early," I broke the silence, and she stopped looking at the piece of toilet roll she had brought in with her.

"Do you hate me?" She asked, and immediately I said no, the past week had maybe suggested that I was disappointed in her, but I certainly didn't hate her.

Having returned to my gaming, I had only half been interested, but upon hearing this, I had paused and turned, looked dead-eye straight and told her, "I'll never hate you."

She looked torn, as was I having just started gaming to keep my mind off that strange life event I'd just had. "You don't need to feel embarrassed," I tried to assure her, "I just needed to get used to the idea of you having.... sex."

Now she went red and her face fully flushed, and she tried to hide her head in her hands, so I went to join her on the bed, sat beside her and put my arm around her. It felt right when she nuzzled her head into my neck, reaching for my shoulder with her free hand to hug back, and soon my face was in the hair she had untied in the bathroom.

"I just broke up with Martin," she shocked the absolute fuck out of me, so steely voiced in her assertiveness.

It wasn't until I rubbed her back, down her side and back up and breathed, "Are you ok?" that sobs started.

"I'm a bad girlfriend, a bad sister.... I can't have you mad at me," she said, sniffing and sobbing as she did.

"Hey, you're none of those things, although I can only speak about one of those," I tried to lighten the mood by saying, all while battling the temptation to lower my hand to the bottom of her nightie.

I could, 'Feel,' her thinking, hear her breathing and feel her body against me. She was so thin that I thought I might break her as I held her as tightly as I could. "Tell me what happened," I offered, as I was perplexed myself as she looked quite happy earlier from my vantage point, again looking in the window of Martin's car.

"You'll really hate me," she eventually replied, hugging me even tighter when I felt her little boobs on my chest.

"I'll never hate you," I said, re-securing my arms around her, my left arm so far around her that I was feeling her left side's ribs under her small breast.

"I've thought about you," she simply said, and when I assured her that I thought of her too, she verified, "No..... during... sex."

I was stunned and unnerved, now accepting that when in close proximity, not only had we felt each other's monumental orgasms, but her brain had found mine in that dark car park, as if knowing I was there.

She must have felt my body stiffen, for she then pulled back, and with tears in her eyes she said, "See. I'm a shit sister."

I didn't let go, but I needed to not be near her or we'd kiss so I said, "We need to go to sleep, but listen to me..... I don't hate you, you're my favourite sister...."

"I'm your only sister," she smiled through her tears and I rubbed them from her cheeks with my hand.

"Yeah, you are. So I really think we need to sleep on this, but Beatty," I said, getting a smile.

"Yeah?"

"You're not alone in your thoughts.... ok?"

She didn't answer in words, just nodded and starting into my eyes, just once to satisfy my needs, I stroked down her side to the bottom of her up-stretched nightie, cupping her bum-cheek into my hand, she groaned as I said, "I'll see you in the morning."

Sleep didn't come easy, as tossing and turning, I thought about Jenny quite often. It wasn't her nudity I eventually dreamt of, but that feeling of her arms around me in a warm embrace. Waking in the morning, I briefly wondered if it was a dream, but then I saw my boots and jeans that I'd been wearing when I'd fell in the car park.

Mum and Dad were up and about, breakfast was cooking and was the reason I had stirred from slumber. They both were showered and dressed, Mum wore a light, lilac dress with no sleeves, and it gaped under her arms, slightly, showing her mumsy white bra. At this time I had no desires whatsoever for this woman, and it did not take a rocket scientist to figure out that my sister had not inherited her tits that pushed the sides of her dress.

I couldn't help but think about the noises I had heard last night, seeing them the next day always made me feel funny, knowing what they had been up to the night before. My dad kissing her on the side of the head as he came to get his plate of food, cupping her on the bottom as he left and hearing her giggle like a schoolgirl, made me happy that they were still so in love.

I was privileged, the spoiled child got his dinner delivered to him at the table, and as my mother walked across the kitchen floor with her boobs testing her bra in swaying from left to right, I had a brief flashback of that moment when the hem of her nightdress lifted last night and I saw her most intimate, hairy and probably full of cum, pussy.

"Oh, finally up?" Mum then asked over my shoulder as my sister walked into the kitchen, just as she breezed in every day. She was wearing jeans that her cute little ass filled out, being the one outstanding feature on her otherwise flat body, with a white Rolling Stones T-shirt covering her top half. I wryly wondered if my sister could even point you in the direction of a Rolling Stones song.

She treated me as normal, mentioning nothing or giving any hint of the conversation that we had last night/early hours of the morning. She asked me if I was going out tonight to the pub, and I teased back "Not if you're going," getting a smile and raised eyebrows from her.

She didn't normally go to the pub, I think she went out with her friend whenever they went round to her house every Saturday. Perhaps that's where she met Martin..... perhaps she did fuck him on a Saturday, too.

We ate and chatted like a normal family, the fact that such sexual escapades had occurred the night before sat front and centre at the tip of my brain. 'How could everything be so normal?' I pondered, especially at the revelation that we had both passed out when we climaxed.

We didn't discuss our nocturnal enlightenment, keeping everything bright and breezy until it was time for her to go to her friend Cheryl's, and I went out to the pub.

About four of my friends were there and soon, drink was flowing, with me on my fourth pint of Heineken whenever she arrived. Jen was dressed in the jeans she had on earlier, but on her top half, she wore that very same sheer black top she had worn out, 'That Night,' with a black bra underneath it. It was obviously not the same one that her ex-boyfriend had taken as a souvenir.

"What are you doing here?" I asked when she appeared beside me at the bar, where we stood like they all surveying men that we were.

"It's a pub, I'm allowed to be here and you can't stop me" she replied with a smile.

"At least I know you're not in the corner of some car park with some bloke," I retorted, and she raised her eyebrows, pursing her lips she said, "Oooh, good come back. If I didn't know you better, I would maybe say you were jealous."

I looked back at her, studying her face for signs of coherent memories of our conversation last night, and as she breathed in deeply, I took the opportunity to lower my gaze to her chest, raising my eyes again into hers to see her smiling back at me and ask, "See anything you like?"

I looked back down, shamelessly, and didn't even look at her when I replied, "There are certainly one or two things that catch my eye," before looking back up to her as she swallowed hard. I was certain she remembered our conversation from last night now, and placed my hand on her side just below her ribs and I'm quite certain she thought I was going to kiss her, but I merely asked, "Can I get you a drink?"

With my hands still resting where her hip flared out, I pulled her closer to me as she looked very uncertain in what she was about to say, before eventually she said, "I'll have a vodka and Coke."

I then went back to join my friends, as did Jenny and we both enjoyed our evenings separately for another two hours. I normally didn't go home until about 2am, but I was feeling a little tired and ready for home by approximately 11pm. I was just being called a wuss among other things by my friends, and had lifted my coat whenever I saw my sister at my side.

"Going home already?" She asked, and I told her of my feeling tired/under the weather. I was half expecting her to wish me good night as she would be going back to her friend's house, but whenever she offered to come back home with me as she was a little tired too, I was very glad of the company on the 15 minute walk back home.

It was nothing unusual for us to link arms whenever we walked together, or even if I put my arm around her as we walked up the hill, but tonight I did feel slightly different in remembering that link we had had the night before.

Of course we had to walk past the car park on the way home, and we both looked into it, right to where the car had been parked the night before. It was a warm night, so I thought nothing of my sister not wearing a coat, but whenever she stopped at the perimeter fence of the car park, just opposite where she had been intimate the night before, she leaned back on the shoulder height, wooden frame, spread her arms out to the side as if daring me to look at her thin, sexy body. I knew she had something she wanted to say to me, something that was a direct continuation of the conversation the night before, but whenever she opened her mouth and said, "This is where I did it with Martin," I didn't know what to say.

It rumbled through my head to say nothing, it would have been the logical and sensible thing to do, rather than tell my sister that last night I followed her, but soon that's why I did. I told her that I followed her, I told her that I had hidden in the bush, and as I described that moment that I felt that growing, burning ball of her orgasm building within me, she stepped forward, gripped me by the shirt collar and replied, "I felt like I was cumming inside myself!"

As she's almost the same height as me, she was now level with me and I could feel and smell her breath as it cascaded over my face. We were both remembering those feelings, and as she had gripped my collar, it was easy for her to draw me closer and after we curiously found the answer in each other's faces for a while, she reached up and put her arms on my shoulders, cupped my head and held it still whilst moving her lips towards me, and we kissed.

It was tender, exploratory as if seeing if it felt good. It felt amazing, although I had very little to compare it to at this point, just a few fumbles with not nearly enough girls in total, her whimpers met mine as my hands found her waist and gripped her thinness in my grasp. We broke apart, panting and it was she who said, "That isn't supposed to feel like that! Imagine..... oh god, I can't."

"Go on, say it," I encouraged her to continue, having an idea of what was to come.

"Imagine," she said before swallowing, "Imagine what our orgasms would feel like, together!"

More searching our eyes and faces followed, I opened my mouth to speak two times and she held her breath, before third time lucky breathed, "Mum and Dad shouldn't be in right now," had her keeping focus on my face as her hand reached mine, and we were off, walking at speed towards the house.

Getting to our house, we were shocked to see the house lit up, with streams just getting through the closed, living room curtains. I tried the door, the key didn't turn as there was already a key in it on the other side.

Our living room runs the length of one entire side of the house with my sister's bedroom and a spare room above. There's an office at the other side of a hallway, and my bedroom directly above it, with kitchen/dining room extended out the back with my parents bedroom above that.

Sometimes the rear window to the living room would be open at the top, allowing me to climb on the bin to get in, so I took Jenny by the hand and almost dragged her along, and as we got to the secluded garden and got to the little wall of the raised up patio, in through the open curtained windows we saw the two naked bodies of our parents on the sofa, mum on top with him holding her breasts between their bodies.

Jenny was in front of me, and I had my hands on her waist as we watched our parents make love. Dad's lazily slumped torso had his face level with her boobs, and the motherly curve of her belly sat perfectly against him in a match made in years of sex together. He would strain himself up, she would respond by lowering her breast to allow him to suckle as she cupped his head, all the while grinding, rubbing, caressing him within her walls.

"It's so hot," Jenny moaned, as I was so hard with the feeling of Jenny in my hands, I drew her back to my front, only to hear her groaning when my left-dressed cock's length impacted her buttock. To my surprise, she didn't move off it, with her only readjustment being to grind against it as I brought my hands to her tummy.

Dad was enjoying Mum, he had buried his face between her breasts and was holding them against his face, then he was sucking her tits one by one, and Jenny let out a gasp as Mum leaned back on Dad's thighs, but as he kept her nipple in his mouth her torpedo tit stretched out to not let go.

Then Jenny said, "Why couldn't I have inherited her tits?"

Rather than answer with any feeble, hollow words, I gently ran both hands up the front of her body, and after taking both breasts in my trembling hands, said, "They certainly feel OK from here."

I felt her tension rising, then almost immediately releasing again as she asked, "Can we get into your room from the tree house?" I reached up to her delicate top button of her blouse, the sheer material feeling naughty to the touch.

"No," I replied, now on button three, "I didn't leave the window open."

Jenny was now grinding herself against my hardon, but then she turned after her final button was loose. She looked windswept, although it was a calm night, her face was red and her hair was unkempt as on turning to face me, she had ran her fingers through it, causing her tits to form a small cleavage with her raised arms as I again gently gripped her by the waist, only this time underneath the parted, thin garment.

I was in overload, as over her shoulder I could now see Mum stand, help Dad up and with a long kiss before she got down on the furry mat in front of the open fire on all fours. Then, as I watched her breasts begin to sway, I knew we had to get out of there as her head threw back as she was facing the back garden window that we were standing right in front of.

"Where are you taking me?" Jenny asked, I think in a double entendre, as I smiled at her and looked down her body as I told her to follow me. Holding her hand, we rounded the side of the house and to the tree house, and the little secluded room opposite the escape platform to my bedroom.

I helped Jenny up as she climbed the ladder, taking the opportunity to grip her bum. She opened the little hatch and climbed in on her hands and knees and I followed, seeing her sit on one of the beanbag chairs in there. It wasn't a large space, enough for three seated or crouching adults perhaps,

I didn't take a beanbag chair, electing instead to crawl to my sister, climb between her legs as she parted them for me, and I rested my jeans covered crotch against her as I held myself up at arms length above her face.

We just stared, the enormity of the moment was taking form, only broken when she leaned up to remove the unbuttoned, sheer blouse that had entangled itself. I then noticed that this bra opened from the front, but as I reached for it she took my hand and said, "Uh-ah, my brother wouldn't like me having sex in a tree house."

I smirked initially, but then my look changed to the same trembling state of Jenny's, who in uttering those words had confirmed what was about to happen. "I've no condoms," was apparently the best thing to say next.

She removed my fingers from her bra clasp, and I thought that our fun was at an end. But as she reached to her bra, between her tiny tits, she replied as she opened it, "I've been on the pill since I was 13.... it helps my periods."

Seductively, she moved her own hands to her front. Her bra was now open but by then, I had pounced and was mauling her mouth, kissing like long lost lovers. Sliding both hands up her lithe, toned torso, I parted the bra with my wondering hands, and she raised up to toss it aside as I kneaded the small cushions of flesh in my palms. Her nipples, red in reflection of their being full of blood, stood erect in my palms as we kissed and she whimpered, "Hmmph," as my fingers had taken them in their scissored grip.

She was clawing at my back, trying to get my shirt off over my head but I was shy, as the last girl had told me I looked like a gorilla in my hairiness. She knew this, I'd told her so and she looked me straight in the eyes and confirmed, "I've seen it before.... anyway, we shared a womb. Now take off your clothes and fuck me!"

I was soon doing what I'd been told, opening just the top few buttons to allow my head through, before I threw it across the little room to join her bra in the corner.

I watched as Jenny lay back in the beanbag, kicking her shoes off as she leaned on her shoulders to raise her hips, taking her thumbs inside her waistline against her skin and removing her jeans and panties in one sweep.

I started at her, she was immaculate in every way with her tummy so flat that it showcased her little breasts above it, with just enough padding to confirm their existence, before I got to her deep red nipples. Then I travelled downwards with my viewing, seeing that in the centre of her tummy was a little set of abs, showcasing the journey south between her legs. She had closed her thighs together when she saw where my Eyes were going, and I reached for my now open jeans and said, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

My jeans were soon gone, and remaining in a mutual gaze with Jenny, my boxers soon followed. I was harder than I had ever been, and I have been very hard before. I crawled over to her, with my hardness pointing the way of travel for the entire short journey across the small floor. She still had one leg crossed over the other, but as I got to her knees with the top of my head, I watched in disbelief as she gently parted her thighs and slowly, ever so slowly, I saw her bald, moist little pussy peeling apart, coming into my sight via the moonlight through the perspex roof.

Just to clarify, I had seen it before, but any other time it had been a humble, closed clam, which was an entirely different world to now. It was dripping, glistening in the moonlight it displayed her arousal, and instead of being the unnoticeably random body part it was before, it was wide open with puffy lips perfectly aligned, and gaping to show the little pink slit in between. There was no hair whatsoever anywhere below her neck, almost prepubescent in her approach to landscaping her slender, 18 year-old body.

Did I wish that I had taken her virginity? Perhaps. Did it matter? No.

I moved between her legs and kissed her thighs, right side then left side then up to her hipbone and she knew what I was going to do next, grabbing my head with both her hands, she made me look up to her as she said, "I just really want to feel you in me."

I crawled up her body kissing her breasts one at a time as I went, I would never go past her naked nipples from this point on without kissing them. She held my head as I suckled on her, and I actually felt my own nipples reacting to her pleasure and actually had back off as I thought we might both orgasm too soon. I was aware we still did not know how to control this connection that we're just about to explore that little bit further.

"You look nervous," I said, looking at her excited but anxious face.

"I've never had unprotected sex before," she said, and then followed that up with, "And I've definitely never done it with my brother."

I kissed her, and she reacted to having my hairy body against her unblemished skin as I held her up against me by the small of the back. I tilted the beanbag chair, flattening it so her body was reclining up while her pussy was just up off the ground and then I settled in between her thighs with my penis in my hand, and with a final query that she was absolutely sure about this, her nodding head and her bitten lip were the last things I saw before I slipped inside her tight, soaking and red hot vagina.

"Wait wait wait wait wait," she said and immediately I ground to a halt deep inside her. She pulled me down again to kiss me, rolling her pussy gently back-and-forth as if to ease herself into the reality of having her brother up inside her.

"Are you ok? "I asked and she nodded her head and told me, "You're bigger than..... him," which pleased me no end. Then I started moving, my body was tight against hers as with shallow strokes, I pulled back then seated myself back inside her warmth, barely coming out 2 inches at a time. This was not brutal fucking, with the sensation of my hair on her nipples being fed back into my brain. I was more at one than I have been, ever.

"Are you ok?" She asked me back, and as I assured her that I was very ok, she asked, "Is this your.... first time?"

I stared into her eyes and nodded, shyly, but all I saw was love from the face I knew better than any other. This was not to be a lengthy session, being my first and the only time experiencing a vagina, it wasn't long before I could feel the tightening burn building in my balls and my twin looked up at me and breathed, "is that your orgasm I feel coming?"

"Cum with me, Jenny. Cum with your brother," I focused on her eyes and said over and over as her walls started to reverberate around my hardness. She stretched out, "Oh god oh god oh god," she breathed. Then her head threw back and her legs pushed her pussy up against me as she gripped my body tighter into hers. Then she put her legs around my back and held me tightly inside her, leaving me in no doubt about where I was going to finish.

I think we were both too terrified to say anything, so unsure what was about to be unleashed. But I kept reassuring her it was going to be okay, stroking her face and kissing her, kissing her breasts one at a time as I stroked in and out, relentlessly seeking to reach that climax and see what fireworks would go off.

I've been told before that a woman's orgasm is a deep, slow burning, within her core, and as my climax manifested itself in my balls, I knew that my sister was about to cum too. I sped up, and she held on slightly less tightly, allowing extra room and I drew my strokes out of her the full length of my 7 inch penis, before it slammed back in. If anyone had been standing outside the treehouse, they would've heard the slapping quite clearly, in what was a testament to my father's craftsmanship that the bloody things stayed up. This was an energetic assault that it was never designed to cater for.

I could feel a fiery ball forming in my stomach, the sort of thing I imagine the creation of the universe was like, as the Big Bang forces within me attempted to explode into something I have never felt before In all my years of masturbating.

Meanwhile, Jenny looked in shock at what was happening in her body. I hammered at her mound, battering away at that little slit of heaven in a world I no longer controlled. This wasn't sex, this was a cosmic alignment, an irresistible force meeting an immovable object within us, as her legs and pelvis tilted and I was at her deepest point against her cervix. And that's when it hit, with increasing moans from beneath me and then a giant shriek, the last thing I felt was an explosion from my core and The throbbing of release from my scrotum, as I started to squirt my seed up inside my twin to the mirrored feelings the burning ball inside me explode all through my body, all the while my sibling squirmed and spasmed beneath my exploding body.

We both woke up at the same time, panting and trying to get a breath as we both had passed out simultaneously.

"What the fuck happened?" Was my sister's first words to me, but nothing I could possibly say could quantify that very moment. The fact that something so explosive had happened between us, almost made it too dangerous to harness. This was frightening, this was my flesh and blood, and as I kissed her on the lips I said to her, "I think we just realigned some planets."

We both got dressed, descending the ladder from the treehouse. We didn't even discuss what happened, I think we both knew that this could never become normal. We hugged tightly in the darkness of the treehouse shadow, kissing tenderly as well, as that was pretty safe.

Jenny and I had sex for a week, and with it being the summer months, when Mum went to work as a paramedic, and Dad as a builder, we literally did have sex all week.

Things resumed that very next morning, and with it being a Sunday, Mum and Dad were up early for church. Seeing Mum in her Sunday best, royal blue dress with her tits smashed down by an industrial strength corset was in sharp contrast to seeing them flap about and be sucked, less than 12 hours earlier. Dad looked dapper too, the crisp, white shirt and royal blue tie, black trousers and polished shoes made him look like the respectable gentleman he was. Those church going people would never know the side of him that almost had his wife turning herself inside out in orgasm, as he fucked her hard in front of the family fireplace.

I was just heading back to my bedroom with a bowl of breakfast cereal in my hand, when a questioning voice saying, "Joe...." broke my stride. I opened the door to Jenny's bedroom to find her in bed, sat up against the headboard with the sheets secured by her arms and she said, "You know what I've been thinking about all night?"

As my sister cast the comforter aside, her hardened nipples and parting legs displaying her fully open sex, made me put my breakfast cereal down. Suddenly I wasn't hungry for food.

Having zero experience with doing anything to a vagina, the sight of it open and wet before me, as I edged up the bed between her legs, was accompanied by my first closeup smell that porn just didn't convey. I looked at it like it was the most beautiful thing on earth, and at that very moment it probably was.

I'd studied so-called 'Porn for Women,' many times, and watched in awe as the man - sometimes woman - firstly kissed and licked around the slit, so I tried that.

The reaction was instant, as Jenny braced herself on her elbows and it tilted her vaginal opening away from me. She was still half sitting up, and I knew that I needed her flat so I grabbed a pillow, put my arms through her legs and supporting her by the bum, thus dragging her down to my lips, she yelped, "Uh!"

Now spread wide and fully accessible, I held her by the thighs, still taking in her inner folds. I could see her pulse in her glistening opening, and as I took her outer lip in my mouth, I pulled it away from her body as she stared right back at me with a contorting face and an, "Aah!"

I got the same sounds from mirroring my actions, and after pleasuring the other side, gave her a big, flat tongued lick from the bottom of her slit to her hood, that I couldn't help but notice had retracted and was presenting her clitoris to me.

Even I knew not to go there yet, selecting her vaginal hole to dip my tongue into, causing her to moan, "Oh Joe," as I held her bald pussy open with hands on her upper thighs with my thumbs parting her.

"Huuuuuh.. huuuuuh.. Huh-huh-huh-Huuuuuh," her breathing went in cycles, as I first nudged her clitoris with my nose, gently teasing it with my tongue when I licked my way up her gorgeous gash.

Then I kissed up her body, bellybutton, abs then tits, not even comparing these small mounds of flesh to the usual large MILF tits that I masturbate to online, gorging on her nipples, all the while stroking her now drenched pussy with my fingers.

Inserting a digit in her, I licked my way back down her front, keeping my eyes on hers until I breathed on her clit, where she closed her eyes as I then opened my mouth, and took her clit in my moist, hungry mouth.

I probably just licked haphazardly, but in my naivety, I thought I was a sex-god. I know she reacted like she had been electrocuted when I put it in my mouth and sucked it, "Oh, oh, owwwwww," made me think the liked it just fine.

Then it started pulsing, her thighs crushed my head and then she escaped my grasp as she scooted up the bed saying, "No-more..... oh, too much," whilst covering her eyes with her hands.

She must have felt me moving up the bed, for as she came out from behind her fingers, I was pressed against her opening, my purple helmet just inside and as she looked at me with her bugged-out eyes, she nodded and I was balls deep inside her warmth.

That whole week would be amazing, I would lament the fact her orgasm didn't transfer to me during oral, but our climaxes during sex were insane. With our parents at work every day, Mum being on day-shift that week, we would fuck in the morning when they both had left, after lunch if we both were still home, then always rounded off the day with a fast, furious fuck before home time.

We then had a week off during her period, beginning again the very day it ended, and our parents went to bed on the Friday where in tandem with the sounds from their two hour session, Jenny would ride me then I'd hold her tightly against my hairy chest, teasing her tiny tits and red nipples, feeling like pleasure bullets against my pecs as I hammered my sister's sopping pussy from below. Then when we came, I had to force my scream down too as she bit my shoulder to suppress her cries of ecstasy, and I would often suck a boob in my mouth as our dual orgasms crashed through our bodies.

Over the week she seemed to change, as if fear gripped her at the enormity of what we were doing, being siblings. Being twins.

I started having dreams about her being pregnant, and we would rationally discus it where she would tell me that her internal monologue was telling her to come off the birth control, to be completely unprotected precisely as she was ovulating. We had one final, explosive time, where we didn't even try to suppress anything in our empty, family home, and after fucking for approximately two hours, with her vaginal muscle now expert at squeezing me to suppress my climax, but she stroked my face, clenched her pussy around the me and breathed, "Inside me," and with a messy, sloppy kiss, we came together.

When we regained consciousness, we stroked each other as we talked, agreeing to park this immoral, illegal incestuous tryst in fear of going too far.

We both knew we definitely did not want to tempt fate of her getting pregnant, especially with university at the end of summer.

There was going to be an interesting few years ahead.....

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Madrid 2021

Here they were, 28 years of age and living the biggest lie to their loved ones ever. If her sneaking out of his window in her teens was bad, and the subsequent tryst that followed even worse, the two of them were buzzing with adrenalin as the most deceptive, wrong, incestuous plan was executed.

They waited in the hotel room until their family would definitely be gone before checking out, making small talk that they were going to meet their parents at the airport when the receptionist recognised them both, raising their pulses even more.

"Ready?" Joe asked, standing the hotel door and holding his hand out to his sister, who wore a baseball cap and shades in a bid to disguise herself, if only for her own benefit.

Swallowing hard, Jenny took his hand and gripped it tight. Aware that she was almost hyperventilating, Joe turned to her and set his suitcase down, and putting both hands on her shoulders he fixed her gaze and said, "We've did this two times before, and you'll never be as nervous as the first time I got you pregnant. You're just protecting your marriage, is all."

"I'll be fine," she replied with a steely stare, "I remember that first time like yesterday." Then, with a flick of her hair out from underneath the light jacket she had donned, she took a deep breath and looked at her brother and said, "Let's go get pregnant."