Grandma’s Dessing Gowns

Grandma's Dressing Gowns.

This is a slow burn erotic tale of two twins who are almost identical, except for gender. It is a journey of their love. It contains incest and vivid sexual descriptions between a Brother and a Sister. The story is complete; it is nearly 24,000 words, so hang in there. Like all my stories it is erotic storytelling, with believable characters. All Characters are over eighteen years of age. They are consenting adults. There is some Anal play but no Anal sex.

As a bonus, it picks up the couple from my Series Twelfth Night Twins, Jake and Alexandrina. That series, which was never completed, is the work I am about to finish. This story gives me a way in to completing it.

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Grandma's Dressing Gowns.

"I can't help it, your nipple is kissing my nipple."

With these words, our lives changed.

Grandma gave my sister and me one of those fluffy dressing gowns each. Mine was Dark blue and hers was unicorn purple, or my little pony violet, very girly. You know the new type that is so soft and silky, fake fur. They make throw rugs and everything from them these days. The thing is they feel fantastic on bare skin. In fact, to have other clothes underneath should be so wrong. Why deny the sensual pleasure? Needless to say, I was already half hard under mine before I left for the bathroom, commando.

My sister and I are twins. We turned eighteen two weeks ago. Grandma missed our actual birthday, and party, because she was in hospital. Nothing dramatic, at least we don't think so. We went around to her place when she got out, and that's when she handed us our presents.

It was a typical present opening. Everyone sitting around waiting. We knew they would be the same thing. It always was from Grandma. She loved that we were twins. She insisted we go together to the Year 12 formal. Not that we had a boyfriend or girlfriend to take. We were in our final year of high school. We were a year older than everyone in our class, as we spent some time overseas for Dad's work, so we missed a year of school. We didn't mind, Europe was something that should not be done between assignments and correspondence school.

In NSW, formals are held at the end of term three, before the big study push to the exams. I think it was to remove the distraction from study.

Anyway, we were older than all our classmates by a year. We weren't seeing anyone. So it's not like we were missing out on the Prom thing that we see all the time in movies. Go to prom, lose your virginity. It's not how it works in Australia.

The truth is, we were both a bit shy, not so much nerdy, but not at the top of the social ranking. We had a great group of friends, mutual friends of both genders. We normally went out as a group. It was safer and less embarrassing for everyone. Now and again a couple in the group would go out alone, just to try it out, to see if there was attraction. But no one was hitting the high fly ball out of left field sort of thing.

I know a twins movie reference, 'It Takes Two'. We both loved these. Yep, even me as a guy. I don't think I was gay, but it wouldn't worry me if I was. I'm sure at least one of the guys in our group was. But girls got me hard, not guys, so I don't think I am. I wondered sometimes if I got him hard though.

I think it's just a twins thing. Sandi and Dave, that's who we were. Sort of seen as a package deal all our lives. Most twin movies were about twin girls. They are made for the girl market. They never make twin boy movies like the Olsen twins. They never made twin boy and girl movies, perhaps because, you know coming of age stuff would be so crossing the line, the incest line. Show me yours, and I'll show you mine stuff that we all do at some stage.

Truth was, I had not seen my sister nude in years. Not that I was not curious, but I loved her. Why ruin that with guilt, shame, and the embarrassment of being caught looking?

My hand had been my lover for years, let's leave it at that. My mind was a different story. It's impossible to turn that bugger off.

Perhaps that's why I liked twins movies. My mind could pretend I had a relationship with my sister that only girls could have. Without the dick thing getting in the way. Like mine was right now.

It was the first night wearing these dressing gowns. I dressed as normal for bed; that meant boxer shorts, normally satin. I was a bit of an, enjoy-the-feel guy. So the moment I put this over my naked chest...

"Fuck me!" I groaned and immediately rubbed my hands on the outside, which rubbed the fabric on the inside. I got distracted for a few minutes enjoying the erotic electrical buzz of the fibres on my breasts and tits.

Before you complain, guys have breasts. Guys get breast cancer, but normally they're called pecs. More manly. But that's the muscle under the skin of the breast. Breasts include the nipples, and mine got hard: Made my cock tingle and balls buzz sort of hard. So I rubbed my hands down my abdomen over my firm stomach. Not because I had a six pack, but because I did swim for sport and recreation my body was sleek. But I did need to put on a bit of muscle.

Arriving at my groin I realised my shorts were blocking the sensations. The gooseberry at the party so to speak. So I dropped these and felt myself through the fabric.

"Fuck me," my hand formed a fluffy glove around my cock. I loosened my grip and realised it would make a sensual imitation vagina for me to fuck.

"God, that's nice!" I groaned.

Realising I needed to go to the toilet and brush my teeth, I decided to do these things then come back to my room, shut the door and get lost in self-pleasure. I'm sure Grandma had no idea what she had just started.

I dropped my cock, tied the tie to the gown and walked to the bathroom. Every step was a sensation. My Sister, Sandi was in the toilet. Fortunately, this was separate from the bath and shower bathroom. We had the family bathroom. Mum and Dad had an ensuite at the other end of the house.

A full-length mirror spanned the length of a vanity. But just one sink, we weren't posh. The vanity was more of a solid bench. It was sort of groin height. Perfect for nutting into the basin if I ever got carried away in there. Had to be careful to clean the mirror after though. I was known to shoot hard. Sometimes I liked to try and spunk on myself in the mirror, see how high I could get.

I needed to restrain myself tonight, but I was horny. I knew Sandi would come in and brush her teeth next. We often did this together, looking in the mirror. It's not perving if it's in a mirror. We did openly oggle each other, it was a twin thing, not looking at yourself, but close to it. We both had blond hair. Checking out our likenesses, giggling at our closeness.

We often leant together. Whoever finished first would give the other a hug, a quick kiss good night, often on the cheek, or on the side of the neck along with a "good night, sweet dreams."

We were close. Physical closeness was in every way part of who we were. Tangled together watching movies, playing on the console. It was normal. I guess it reflects closeness in the womb. We were sort of extensions of each other. I dreaded to think if we ended up going to different universities. We didn't talk about that though. But I knew Sandi worried as well.

It's Sandi by the way, she was baptised that, not Sandra. Never call her Sandra! She came in and washed her hands. She looked at me. I was sort of pressing my semi-hard against that groin height vanity. Ok, a bit more like rubbing. I don't think she saw me.

She looked in my eyes in the mirror.

"These are incredible right?"

"They are, who would have thought?"

"Sort of like a cuddle."

"A soft cuddle."

"It feels so good on the hands as well."

"Does yours feel the same?" I put my hand around her waist.

"Mm, that's nice? Double cuddle. Gown cuddle plus Brother cuddle."

Sandi turned in my arms and nuzzled me. She buried her face in the fluff.

"It still smells of new. Not my Brother smells. Ok, I know I complain when you fart and stuff, but I like your smell."

I pulled her gown up a bit to put my face on it. I was about six inches taller than my twin. Suddenly she grasped the gown and held it tight. She didn't say anything but I wondered. Was she dressed like me? Nudda. My cock stiffened a bit at the thought. I pulled my groin away, in case.

"Yeah, it smells of new, but your hair doesn't. I have to say, sometimes when I'm cuddling you from behind, I enjoy smelling your head."

"That's my shampoo silly."

I didn't argue, but my Sister had a distinct smell that was more pheromones than shampoo. My body knew the difference.

We had been distracted. I grabbed the toothpaste. Sandi grabbed the brushes. I squeezed the toothpaste onto both our brushes. It was almost a ritual. I know I brush way longer when doing it with my twin. I think it was watching each other in the mirror. Sort of telling jokes, playful, mumbling 'what' or 'so' without words to go with them, sort of knowing. Some might have called it flirting, I know one of our friends accused us of that when she had a sleepover with my sister.

"We are not," Sandi stamped her foot in protest. "Ewww he's my Brother."

"But you are twi.... Ah, forget it, just saying." You can't argue with the twins' counter.

We never talked about it. But it sort of was, flirting, and we both knew it. It didn't stop the fun of brushing teeth together. In fact, it made it better.

The thing I liked about my sister was that she was a no-makeup girl. No night creams and stuff. Our grooming was almost identical. Well, except for the Year Twelve Formal. She went to a hairdresser and a makeup artist for that. My eyes were bouncing that night. Between her beautiful princess face and the, fuck me dead, dress, which I swear was braless.

Her B-plus breasts caught every male's eye that night. I was so jealous. Maybe it was the deep cleavage. No wrong word. Her whole sternum was totally on display, breasts separated. A spaghetti strap crossed at the back a few times with her back bare to the dimples above her buttocks. She must have used double-sided tape over her nips to stop them popping out. I would have been more covered if I had worn my speedo's. Lucky I didn't.

I will say my hand only made love to images of that dress that night. Ok, my sister in that dress.

I must have been in Fairyland, because my Sister kissed me on the cheek and said, "Sweet Dreams Dave. Though it looks like you've started already."

She left me and I realised I still had a mouth full of foamy toothpaste and she had rinsed and finished

I looked down, my dressing gown was closed, but fuck, my cock was protruding as a fluffy lump. Shit, had I been humping the vanity again?

In my room, door closed, I started experimenting with the sensations of the gown. I was already charged. I took solace in thinking I was adding my boy smells. Better not cum on it though, I chastened myself. Sperm is like glue. Be a cow to clean. It didn't stop me fucking my fist.

I tried to picture someone other than Sandi. But I couldn't. I wondered if she was jilling in her violet gown as I was. Except apart from precum, I could keep mine dry. She couldn't very well bury her fingers in her virgin hole through the gown. That would make the fur sloppy. I, at least, could maintain a light touch as I stroked.

Weird maybe, but it was a bit like Marcel Duchamp's rabbit skin fur-covered teacups. We studied surrealism in Art which I was studying for my art exam at the moment. I was the bunny in fur. I chuckled, imagine a fur cock. The act of wanking oneself with a fluffy gown was, in a way, a bit surreal. But not as much as getting off to images in my mind of my sister.

It did not take long for me to shoot my load. I hurriedly removed the furries from my glans as I shot up my chest and toward my ears. That was a powerful one. Bloody satisfying too. Particularly as once I had cleaned up the spunk, I could wrap myself in the gown and snuggle in, dreaming I was snuggling a violet one.

We were on study vac and we were studying hard. It was a bit too warm to wear the dressing gowns all day, as tempting as that was. So we got dressed.

When it came time for bed the next day, I stripped without hesitation, donned my dressing gown and headed to our toilet. I beat my sister today. Finished, I went to wash my hands.

Sandi was shorter than me. She was doing stretches in front of the mirror. Her gown was slipping as she did some side stretches, she had to pull it together as I entered. I didn't see anything.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm stiff."

"I thought that was a guy's problem," I joked.

"Like last night," she grinned back into the mirror.

I ummed a bit, went red, but had no comeback.

"Would you like a shoulder massage?" I eventually countered.

"Oh yes, please."

My brain shouted score. It meant my hands could feel her body through this fabric. I moved behind her and started on her shoulders and moved up toward her neck.

"That's nice. I think the gown is sort of making it better."

I did some light touches like I had practised on my cock last night, more like caresses.

"Yes, that's, well maybe it's not a massage but it is...." Sandi was having trouble putting words together.

I kneaded her muscles stronger and she sighed. I looked in the mirror as I did, watching her face for things that worked or not. Was my sister like me, naked underneath? Her gown parted a little almost to her waist even though her breasts were covered. The bench stopped me from seeing further down and perhaps stopped her gown from opening more.

Suddenly I felt like a bit of a perve, she was unaware of imminent exposure.

I moved against her body, then I grabbed the edges of her gown as my arms wrapped around her. It was tempting to separate, but instead I pulled the gown together, tighter into her, closing the potential flash. I leant into my sister's hair. After I took a deep breath of her aromas I whispered.

"Best keep yourself covered."

Her eyes opened in a flash.

"Thanks Bro, probably should."

"Only probably?"

She nuzzled back into me and turned her head to peck me on the cheek. Then my twin held my hands across her stomach.

"I love being in your arms. These gowns are so..." I

"Cuddly."

"That's one way to put it."

"But much nicer on your body."

She giggled, "Not off my body?"

"What?"

"Did I suggest that out loud?"

"Yes, you brat. I'm trying to protect you here?"

"From what?"

"From me."

"Oh, if I can't trust you, then who can I trust?"

"Maybe don't trust me so much," I said, sort of under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing dear Sister. Teeth."

We brushed our teeth, I did not go back to fairyland but I was wishing I hadn't been too quick to close her gaping gown.

"You know Dave, I had a bit of trouble last night. I kept rubbing this gown on my skin. It was sort of..." she was searching for a word.

"Erotic?"

She sighed, "You too then?"

"I think I was adding my smells."

"Really, let me check." Again she turned to bury her head in my shoulder.

"Mmm, yes, better. Maybe add more tonight." she rubbed herself on me.

Was she asking me to spunk on my gown? That was my first thought, but maybe she just wanted me to get hot and sweaty in it.

She held me tight. I held her tight. Then realising I was getting hard again, squeaked, "Gotta go to bed." kissed her neck. "Goodnight sweet Sandi."

That night I got a bit carried away with my loving hand and my erotic dressing gown. I was edging myself, building then stopping, building then stopping. Between the direct stimulation, I would let the gown fall over my dick as I rubbed the rest of my torso, my hips rising off the bed, trying to fuck the fabric. I got a bit vocal. My hand flew back to my stiff shaft intent now to finish. I was close, my mind was imagining it was my twin Sister's hand or mouth or vagina stimulating me.

I wanted to cry out her name, I was close but

"fuuuuuck! Arrhnnnnika, yes do me, arh!"

I came buckets up my body. Semen pooled in my solar plexus, sweat, bum sweat, dribbled through my bum cheeks, onto my gown. I had noticed that edging caused my body to excrete fluids in strange places, or maybe I was just hot. Definitely adding my boy smells though.

I grabbed an old T-shirt, which I kept next to the bed for this purpose, to mop up the spunk.

Let me explain about Arrnnnnika, well Annika is our friend. It was after our birthday party. She came in a hot black dress, high heels and definitely spank bank material. So that night I got a bit loud: In myself love.

At breakfast the next morning Sandi whispered in my ear, "Annika hey?"

"Fuck did you hear that?"

Mum and Dad had already left for work.

"Bro, sometimes, you... get... a bit loud."

"Fuck, sorry."

"She wasn't in there was she?"

I blushed. "No! it's just..."

"I get it. That outfit she wore was hot, if I were a guy..."

I went quiet. I went red. "Do you, do you hear me often?"

"Only when I put the glass to the wall."

I looked stunned, I was stunned.

"Only joking," she giggled, then added, "I don't need no glass."

"Shit, why didn't you say?"

"Like what do I say, I hear you masturbating, louder please." My mouth dropped open.

"It's not like I hear the... Slush slush..." well she didn't use words. She grabbed the side of her mouth/cheek and did the sloppy sound of wanking thing.

By now she was literally ROFLing. She stopped and lay there, gasping for breath after a long uncontrolled laugh.

"You should see your face. Seriously I don't hear much, normally just when you cum cry. Then it's muffled. Pity really, you're finished before I realise you have started."

She stopped the prattle. "Do you hear me?"

"You....?"

"What do you reckon? It's not just a guy thing."

I was still stunned but thought back. Did I hear her?

"No, nothing, you must be quiet."

"Oh, I'm not! It's just that I use a pillow as a silencer."

"Thanks for the image, Sis."

"So Annika, do you like, want her?" She said quietly, almost afraid of an answer.

"No, she was just spank bank material last night. Thought I might use it up."

That's the thing about spank bank memories, they fade quickly, better to use them when fresh.

"Who else do you have in your spank bank?"

I went redder.

"Me? Mum?"

"No, not Mum!"

"So.... me then?"

"Sandi, I work so hard to keep you out of that dark space."

"And I thought I was the brightness in your life," she pouted.

"You are. That's why, forget it, it's like I shouldn't even be talking about this with my Sister. It's wrong."

"How else am I supposed to learn about guys' habits? I can't very well ask Dad." She got serious.

We were sitting opposite each other over the breakfast table. My Weetbix had gone soggy.

"I love you David, I don't really mind if you... think of me sometimes."

Silence was thick.

"Annika is a nice girl, but not for you, just saying."

I really wanted to throw my breakfast out, or at her, and get a fresh batch. Over-soggy Wheet-bix is like bland baby food without the crunch. But I couldn't stand up. I was packing a hard-on. So I just slurped it down.

She left me to stew in my thoughts.

So over the following week, I had trouble not thinking of my Sister, these dressing gowns were making it worse. It went from thinking about her sometimes to thinking about my Sister, my sexy Sister in her violet fluffy gown all the time. I wanted to scream her name when I came. Crying Arhhh and turning it to Arnnnika was sort of easier to disguise my real feelings.

Now that I knew my Sister could hear me, I didn't want to scream into a pillow. The naughty side of me wanted her to hear. I wasn't yet game to cry her name out, Sandi that is. But it was only her I was thinking about.

That night at the sink I was having trouble not rubbing my groin on the edge of the cabinetry. I was hyped up for another edging cum session.

I watched my sister enter behind me in the mirror. Her gown was tied, but loosely, and the edges threatened revelation. She moved behind me and started massaging my shoulders.

"Oh, that's nice keep going."

Her hands worked my neck muscles, as unconsciously my cock rubbed on the vanity. Given the rule of mirrors, my Sister was checking me out.

"You are a bit 'Stiff' Bro."

I stopped, frozen.

"Loosen up. I'm enjoying giving you a rub."

I groaned, "so... am... I."

I felt my sister press against me. I wasn't sure, but it looked like her gown had opened up and there was only one layer of fur between us. Her hands wrapped around my torso and she started to, well you could call it a massage, but more caress my abs and my pecs, over the fabric. She nuzzled into me. I felt her press her groin into my butt cheeks. She was almost humping me.

"This is nice, you should try it sometime Dave," she said as her hands cupped my man breasts. My nipples were hard.

"Fuck," she pinched the right one. Not pinched nipple cripple, but a firm rub between fingers nipple.

"Saaandi." I came, I knew I was on edge, and literally was on the edge of the vanity, but I fucking came. My body stiffened as my cock did its spurting thing, into the inside of my gown.

Suddenly Sandi was embarrassed.

"Shit, sorry Bro," and she fled.

I was a mess, a turned-on mess. I still wanted to cum, properly this time. My hand sought out my sticky firm hardness and I was watching myself as I made love to my Sister in my mind. It was like she was sitting on the vanity looking at me. I pumped my cock hard, past that fuck it's too intense stings stage, and built my climax once again.

"Fuck me, Sis!" I cried as I came hard on the mirror this time.

I slumped on the floor, against the wall. Shit, what am I going to do? I couldn't just fuck my Sister could I?

No I couldn't, just,... Maybe make... love to her, but not fuck. She was not a fuck. I'm fucked, I think I fucking love my Sister, not just twin sibling love, yes that but no, so much more. I'm screwed.

I needed a shower, a cold shower. I stood and fuck the door was open. Had she seen that? I quickly locked it and turned the cold on, no heat, just a cold shower.

Can you be under a cold shower so long that the water turns cold? You might think not so. But if you drain the surface pipes that are just underground, warmer because the soil is warm, at some point the more chilled water supply from deeper down blasts you. It hit me.

"Fuck that's cold."

I turned the shower off and dried myself. I looked at the vanity. It was a spunky mess. I ended up cleaning the whole lot. Even used the window cleaner from under the sink. I did all this nude.

Then I picked up my gown. Shit, it was covered in my first load at my groin level. I tried to wipe it off but it was sticky in the fluff. I needed to wash it. My carefully curated boy smells would be gone if I put them in the wash. So I simply hand-washed the sticky bit under the sink and dried it on my towel. I needed to get to my bedroom. I put the damp gown back on. I almost ran into my Sister on the way to my room.

"I forgot to brush my teeth," she grinned.

She leaned up and kissed me, on the lips, a light quick kiss, but not a peck.

"Good night sweet brother. You're cute when you're flustered. Sweet dreams 'Big' Brother."

I scurried away. Big, when has she ever called me Big?

It was a bit hard getting into the books the next day. It wasn't helped by the sounds of the night. I had cum twice and my gown was wet, so I slept nude instead as it dried. But I could hear sounds from my Sister's room. A groaning, then a muffled but clear "Yes, yes Dave, yes fuuuck."

I'm not sure if it was into her pillow. If so she was really loud. Or if it was just that the walls muffling her cries, but I heard my Sister cum that night, for the first time, and she came with my name on her lips.

The words on the page were blurring. I couldn't focus so I grabbed my swimming gear.

"Sorry Sis," I said, "I can't concentrate, gotta go for a swim, do some laps." I didn't ask her if she wanted to come. That would be self-defeating, I just fled.

I pumped out the laps, I swam and swam and swam until I could swim no more, I lost count of the laps. But it was a two-hour session.

I felt good, but I was tired. But I was ok. When you swim laps you can do two things. Think about and through the problems, or just tune out. I tuned out.

I got home to a lunch my sister had prepared for me.

"Better.?"

"Yes, that was good, necessary."

"I get it. I went for a run myself."

My sister rarely ran. It was clear she also had a shower, as her hair was wet.

I couldn't help myself. But I said, "Um, Sis, who is that guy, Dave? I heard you sort of call his name out last night."

It was Sandi's turn to be embarrassed. But then she countered. She is sharp, my Sister.

"Oh that's just the name I use instead of Annika, can't have you thinking I'm a Lesso or something."

We ate the rest of our meal in silence, words were not needed. We just made quiet love with our eyes. It was way past flirting.

That night in the bathroom after we did our teeth. I gave my Sister a massage.

"Like yesterday, like I gave you."

I gulped, she was inviting me to second base. A guy's chest can be stroked in public even, not a girl's. This was not public, so much more dangerous. I ran my hands over her violet gown. Feeling, wandering, hands. She said like she did yesterday. I hesitated but eventually my hands wandered upwards until I was cupping two violet fluffy breasts.

Fuck, they were the first breasts I had ever felt. Sure they were my Sister's, but that counted didn't it?

I was pressed against her bottom. My penis flying north. I was in sensual heaven. Slowly I pressed my palms into her breasts. I think I felt hard nipples pressing back. I pressed back lower down, pressing her mons into the vanity. All the time we were looking in the mirror. Totally getting off on what we were doing. We sort of wiggled, ground and groaned.

Suddenly my sister turned and threw her arms around my neck. She looked into my eyes. My cock was now pressed against her groin. I felt flesh on flesh, our gowns had separated.

We froze. She looked into my eyes. It was a moment that heralded a kiss, a slow closing of the gap kiss.

"Dave, you're hard."

"I can't help it, your nipple is kissing my nipple."

With these words, our lives changed. We both looked down. I was looking at my Sister's breast and her nipple was hard and pressing into my smaller but no less puckered nipple.

"Cute," I said.

I looked at my sister. Although it was hard to turn away from that erotic sight. Our lips moved slowly. Sandi whispered, "If they can kiss, then I reckon it's alright if we do."

I didn't need any more encouragement. My head tilted automatically and our lips locked. Sparks flew. Our lips, our mouths, our tongues, desperately fought for contact in the most mind-blowing kiss. It was a first kiss, for both of us. We did not want it to stop. My second pec joined the party of my first. Both our breasts pressed together through the dressing gown curtains. Kissing with our mouths, caressing, loving. Nipples on nipples, tongues duelling in mouths, groans shared as we breathed and gasped our twins, our siblings, passions.

In case you had forgotten, because I hadn't, my cock, my naked, raw, dribbling cock was pressed against my sister's abdomen. Her clit seeking to climb my stalk, my man truck. I pressed, she came, came hard.

"Daaave."

The same intonation I heard through the wall last night. This night it was right there in my arms. Sandi froze in ecstasy. I froze in fear.

I held her, not daring to look down, her body now exposed, but I could see it in the mirror. The curve of her breast, the rise of her mons pubis, the hairs of her blond bush. The flush pink of her inner lips holding up her button purple clitoris. In profile perhaps, clearing lips, as it was prominent. My cock, my hard throbbing cock standing north, hard as fuck with a slight inward curve, a man clit, big strong proud. Wanting to drive into my Sister's depths.

I frightened myself. I stepped back and hurriedly closed the curtains on myself. The soft hug of the gown not helping. One last look down my sister's body and I closed her curtains. I was aware that her eyes were only on me.

"I think we had better go to bed."

I saw the question mark, the longing.

"Our own beds."

"Yes, of course." She dashed off and stopped at the door. Looked at me, "I'll text you."

I did not just masturbate away my lust. I lay there still, throbbing, remembering the kiss. The kisses. My nipples tingled remembering with me their foray into sensual lusty kisses.

Then I remembered my cock, my actual cock had also kissed, kissed my sister's clit. He made her cum. I was filled with pride, my cock had made someone cum. Not just someone, my Sister and she had come on him.

That's right, he was still a bit wet, she didn't squirt, but I definitely felt something. Perhaps it was more on my balls, that sudden dampness. My fingers sought remnant fluids and brought them to my nose and tongue.

"Fuck," I groaned, not my smell, not my taste.

Suddenly I had an urge to go down on my Sister. To taste from the source. I was about to add my hand to my memories when my phone buzzed.

The message was simple. Come to my door. Knock, don't enter. Wait.

Did she want me to...? I know I wanted to. But it wasn't come in and shut the door.

I wrapped my gown around me. I was painfully aware I had not cum yet.

I was knocking quietly. I know I had to walk maybe fifteen paces, but it felt like I was there instantly.

The door opened a crack. My sister was behind the door. The door covering her nakedness. How did I know? Because the dresser mirror gave away her secret? Fuck her naked butt was sexy cute. It was the first time I had seen it naked. This was all in an instant. Memory burned in my male brain. Her hand reached out and held her lilac gown.

"Swap."

It took a little for the penny to drop.

"I want to sleep with you tonight. This is safest."

"Oh yes, good idea."

My gown was slipping from my shoulder, into my hand. Her head poked around. Her eyes popped out as she looked me up and down, specifically my throbbing penis.

"Fuck hot! Shit, I want you, Dave!" She thrust her gown at me. "Please leave your smells on it."

I knew what she was meaning. The door shut hurriedly. I heard her back lean against it and sigh. Although, perhaps more to stop herself than me.

I clutched the gown to my body and scurried back to my room.

Dressed in her gown I got lost in my twin's smells. I was going to sleep with her tonight. My hand wrapped lilac around my need, I wanted to last, but three strokes and I came into the softness. I came and came, my mouth screamed my need, "Saaaandiiiiii."

I know she heard, because my name likewise, straight after, penetrated the wall and my soul: "Daaaavvve."

I was both on an emotional high and emotionally spent. Not even counting the chemical rush I was feeling. I wrapped myself in my sister and slept to her smells. Sometime in the night I woke, hard. I slipped out to pee, then went back. I desperately wanted to try her door. I did the next best thing. I left mine ajar, hoping she would visit.

I knew the answer: the answer to life the universe and everything. It was not 42. It was 'I love my Sister'. I was in love. I was also sure she loved me just as deeply.

That kiss, that needed swap, that enabled us to sleep together without actually sleeping together. Her smells, knowing she had made herself come in this. My Sister had cum in this, in my arms. Though more on my cock. Her furry lilac hug led me to another mind-shattering orgasm.

I think I made a mess of her gown, but I willingly slept in the wet spot. Still a virgin, we were both still virgins, but only just.

Before I slept, I texted my Sister. I love you. I seriously love you.

I was shaken awake, I groaned, I thought it was my Sister.

"Wake up sleepy, I'm about to go to work. You have to study." Then she stopped.

"David John, what are you doing in your sister's gown?"

"No, don't worry. I don't want to know."

I waited. It was a long pregnant pause, I was having kittens, worry kittens. Finally, I heard her car leave, before I quietly died in my bed.

My phone pinged.

OMG, Mum just woke me, I was wearing your blue dressing gown.

Fuck, me too.

What did you say?

I didn't get a chance. She asked then said Forget it I don't want to know.

Well She did, she asked me.

What did you say?

I said you lost a silly bet. I bet you would look good in lilac and you couldn't spend twenty-four hours in it.

Fuck did she buy it?

I think so. She shook her head and said, who would have twins. Kissed me goodbye and left.

I hope she didn't smell that gown when she did.

I hope it didn't smell like sex, I sort of added my juices to it last night.

It doesn't explain why you're wearing mine.

I'll grab a shower. Remember Dad is home today, an RDO.

Fuck.

I'm coming in, texting sucks.

I might kiss you.

Definitely coming in.

We kissed at the door, well just inside it. Just in case Dad was about, he was known to sleep in on his Rostered Days Off.

It was the same toe-curling, penis-hardening, kiss like last night.

"We are lucky Dad is home today. I really don't want to stop."

"I know right, I need to think a bit before I fuck my Brother."

"You really want to?"

"I can't think of anyone I'd prefer to do it with. In fact, if you were the only person to ever make love to me, I would die a very happy woman."

"Not helping my self-restraint, just saying."

"I really have to wear this dressing gown all day?"

"All day," she giggled, "I guess I dumped you in it."

"Did you ever? But I'll be hard all day."

"You should put on boxers."

"Do I have to?"

"On account of Dad, yes. I'm heading to the shower." She gathered some clothes.

Then she stood at the door thinking. "Put something on under it. Then go have breakfast. When Dad comes in grumble and bitch about losing the bet."

"He'll laugh."

"You bet he will. I hope I'm back for it."

"So a defensive play?"

"Yes, feed the lie."

Then she turned to me and dropped her dressing gown.

"You like?" She turned slowly.

"Shit, not making it easy."

"I'm going to enjoy sleeping in my gown again tonight."

Then she dashed off nude, clutching her clothes, into the bathroom.

I was hard, but I knew if I was wearing this all day I couldn't cum into it yet.

I slipped back into my room and put on Fort Knox shorts. Not satin ones today. Plus it was going to be as hot as fuck, if the weatherman was to be believed. I figured I could wear it open and tempt my sister with my swim body. Sort of payback.

I went down to have breakfast. I realised if it was a bet I needed a very good excuse for a bet to warrant wearing this all day. Not that internally I was complaining. I could just put the AC colder. But it had to be something Dad would buy.

I made a coffee. We had our own barista machine. It was becoming quite the thing in Australia. No instant coffee in this house.

If Mum and Dad ever found out I loved my Sister and was fucking her, which I planned on by the way, I could at least get a job as a Barista. Everyone liked my coffees. When they kicked us out that is. Maybe my coffee-making will appease them. I know an excuse, but what a good one.

I was dishing out my ten Weekbix. Not sure what they called these in the States, the British called them Wheet-a-bix. Weird.

"That coffee smells great son, dial mine up thanks."

It was Dad.

Then he roared, "That's bloody funny son."

"Shut up," I grumped.

He kept chuckling.

"Mum told you?"

"She did mention something when she left."

"Not funny, it smells of her."

"Even more funny."

"Careful, I'll burn your coffee."

He picked up the paper. We still got one, the rest of the world scrolled.

I sulked over my Weetbix.

"Well, are you going to tell me what the bet was? It must have been a beaut."

I was gasping like a grouper, trying to come up with something.

"It was not so much a bet," it was my Sister, dressed in day clothes. "More a 'I found out something,'"

"Ohh spicier, now I want to know."

I hung my head in fake shame.

"You had better tell him Sis," I handballed the hot potato.

She imitated the catch and sang, "hot potato, hot potato," a Wiggles song and a game we always played. Pass the salt. Hot potato, hot potato, and you immediately had to pass it to someone else. Sometimes it took a while to get the salt you asked for in this family. Both our parents loved to play it with us. But it could be anything. So long as it could be safely thrown.

Dad threw it to me, in mime. I threw it back to Sandi.

"My brother is in love."

The game screached to a halt.

"I found out who last night."

Well, she did that, sometimes it's better to lie with a half-truth. Sandi was good at that. I was the dumb boy, she was always getting me out of trouble. Little did our parents know, as in this case, Dad.

"Who?"

"A girl in his class."

"Our class," I corrected, now buying the lie.

"Okay, dummy, for now, but not for long."

"I know, in fact, classes are finished. You had better make your move quickly Son."

Inside I chuckled, Dad wanted me to make a move on my Sister.

"So the bet, or bribe?"

"I threatened to tell her my Brother loved her."

"Oh, I guess that sort of explains it. But he probably wants her to know".

"It's just, oh shut up Sandi, you promised not to tell."

"I did but that was her, not Dad."

"So why does he want to cover up his love? I must say he looked a bit lovesick last night at tea."

"It's that, well you know boys. I heard him crying out her name. In the bedroom. Arnnnnikkkaaa, I thought she was actually in there, in his bedroom, doing it."

"Oh, I see, yes that bit of info might just be worth wearing his sister's gown for a day. But she wasn't I trust.

"If she was, do you think I'd be telling you, Dad?"

He roared laughing. "I guess not. I really don't mind who he fucks, so long as he loves her and is wearing protection. I haven't been that sure you had it in you Son. I'm sort of proud."

Silence.

"So which one is Anneka?"

"The hot one wearing black at our party," my sister continued dobbing.

"Oh, that one. I hope you can snag her. Make me prouder. Sort of punching above your weight and bonus, not a boy. Not that that should, matter," he covered.

"That's the problem Dad, she is leaving straight after exams, her family is moving to Western Australia. I expect to be love-sick for a long time. The first girl I love and I can't have her. Unattainable."

"Hurdles can be overcome."

"I doubt it."

I was aware of the double and triple play we were now weaving. I had just developed a believable story for my lovesick behaviour.

"Well, your Sister had better look after you. Poor lad is lovesick. Maybe taking off that gown might be a start."

"No way Dad. Best fun I've had all year. Playing with my brother."

"Twins," Dad shook his head, "who would have them?"

I escaped to study. Sandi had breakfast. Dad was starting to interrogate her about her love life.

I ducked out the door and stayed out of sight, but within hearing range. How would she handle this one?

"I'm sorry pet, I know you love your Brother. Are you okay?"

"Dad, what do you mean?"

"I mean all your life, you have been in love with your brother. And now..."

"Now?"

"Well, unrequited love is hard."

"He is my Brother."

"Oh, we are well aware of it. Your Mum and I read the signs clearly."

"But you like, have never said anything."

"True, deliberately. If we banned it or had that talk, we know you, you would just jump into his arms."

"You... so... you both know I love my Brother. Like as more than my Brother."

I could feel his gentle Dad smile in his words.

"We talked about it a lot over the years. So are you alright with David being in love with someone else?"

"Perhaps that's why I'm making him wear my gown. To remind him I love him and I'm," she bit her lip. I knew she did, it was a trait. "I'm a bit jealous, I sort of want to make him pay."

There was silence. "Wait, what if I did get him to love me, what if we? No, that's incest."

"It's going to be hard whichever way you walk. If one of you falls in love with someone, then that person will have to be strong and loving. It would be a tragedy if either person cut the twin out because they couldn't handle the twin's love."

"And Mum is of the same mind?"

"Your parents know you."

"So what do I do with my lovesick brother?"

"Just love him, help him get through the exams first."

Hold on was Dad saying have sex love, or just love? If the latter, why till after the exams?

"I think I can do that."

"Time heals, love wins, whichever way it falls. And sweety, look after yourself. Your heart is just as important."

"Meantime, I'm going to stir your brother."

I knew she just hugged him. Suddenly I realised I really loved my parents. There was a dilemma though. We had just woven a story which now we have to untangle. But then there was wisdom in Dad, get through the exams. They started next week.

My Sister almost skipped out of the room. "Where my sweet-hearted, love-sick, cute as fuck brother, my purple-coated love bunny are you? Your Sis is here to cheer you up." She almost sang, sang it to, 'Purple people eater.'

I signalled to her to cool it a bit.

"Too much"

"I want to be a purple Sister eater, but not yet. Help your love-sick brother get over his grief." I hugged her, "before I eat you." I indicated her vulva.

"So ground rules? Bro." We took turn about suggesting boundaries and activities.

1. Keep up the ruse until after exams.

2. No fucking till after the exams.

3. Oral might be okay unless too distracting.

4. But in the bathroom before cleaning teeth.

"Why? I asked.

"Because we might get a kiss goodnight from Mum or Dad, it happens sometimes."

"Good point, but we can do stuff in the bathroom."

"Yes, kissing is compulsory in the bathroom," Sandi giggled.

"Shower together?"

"Only when home alone."

"Good point."

"We will get sprung you know." I was realistic.

"After exams, then. We plan on getting sprung."

"Kissing, or all the way."

"All the way, they can't back out then."

"Point, but eww."

"It may be cheap thrills for them. But I can see it working."

"So pass exams,"

"Study hard."

"Help each other."

"Apart from today, fully dressed during the day."

"But naked underneath at night."

"What if I lose my brother's smells? These already need washing."

"Then I spunk on it special, you can help me."

"Deal."

"Deal."

"Kiss on it."

Enthusiastically we kissed. Fortunately, Dad was home or we might have broken all resolve.

We sat down to study. Quiet giggles, secret looks, and kissing breaks happened. But study got done. I was suddenly more motivated than ever. I wanted to get into Sydney Uni with my sister.

At lunch Dad was merciless. They played, toyed with me. A bit of good cop, bad cop, Dad was the bad cop. I played sad love falorn puppy, Sis would then stand behind me at the table and run her hands over the gown, knowingly caressing my body underneath. As she did, she snuggled her tits into the back of my head and said things like:

"At least your sister loves you. I know under your gown is a fun lean-loving machine."

"Remember this dressing gown is giving you sister cuddles. You'll get over Annika, but I'll always be here."

"Don't let big bad Daddy get to you? You have me to give you comfort."

"Is little Brother horny thinking about sexy Annika? Just remember you were naked and tangled up with me in the womb for months. With me, you can relive the experience."

She looked at Dad. "Too far?"

"Yeah, far too far. I think we have tortured your brother enough."

For my part, I was regretting those Fort Knox shorts. They trapped my cock downwards, so as it hardened it travelled down through the tight gripping legs trying to seek liberation through the bottom of the shorts' legs. But I wasn't that long. They were long-legged shorts. The result was that I was as hard as fuck, trapped at a bad angle, with nowhere to go. If I stood up, I would have displayed a fat moulded penis to my Father. I was supposed to be devastated in my loss, not horny for my Sister.

Back at our study desk, we worked and continued flirting.

"Do you realise, Sweet Sister of mine that we actually haven't done anything yet. My tits have been to more bases than my hands."

"From that creaming your dick gave my poor needy pussy last light, I'd say it went to third base, sliding all the way."

I chuckled, "True, that's right." I held my index finger up, "but this bad boy is getting jealous, he wants to cop a feel."

Sandi picked up a banana from the fruit bowl we had on our study desk. Mum wanted to make sure we had healthy snacks. She put it unpeeled to her mouth and started...

"My tongue is sort of hungry for more."

She slipped it in a bit, but it was a bit too fat.

"That said, apart from poking through my / your gown when we swapped, I've never really had a good look at what you're packing. In fact, now I think of it, I've never really touched a penis. Nor felt one's hard weightiness in my palm, nor stroked a guy to cum in a hand job. Tongue and mouth get in line."

"I'm dying here." I gasped.

I stood and showed her my trapped cock situation.

"He can't move, he is gasping for breath."

My twin's face dropped, she pouted, "Oh, the poor little fella."

She put out her hand and stroked him. I groaned.

"He feels big and strong, and fat. Will he fit? Should I be worried about that?"

She took the banana and held it up against my snake. Snake because he was snaking down my leg.

"The banana is bigger, maybe that's lucky. I doubt I could get this in me." She held the banana to her groin.

"Oh I have a dick and it's bigger than my brother."

"Not helping my situation Sis."

She felt some more, running her hand down to the tip.

"Oh you have a wet spot, did you come?"

"No Brat, that's my cock saying it wants to come, that's precum, lubrication."

"I guess shorts are not as accommodating as a mouth or a vagina."

She peeled the banana and was about to eat it.

"Hold on a minute," she got rid of the peel. "Maybe it is bigger than an undressed banana."

Just then we heard Dad moving down the hall toward us.

"Do you two need anything, I'm heading to the shop. Good to see you two studying by the way."

Dad moved behind me and looked at our notes and texts. We were trying to do maths.

"That looks hard," he gave me a shoulder rub.

"Oh, this gown is, oh, very sensual. What was my Mum thinking? Perhaps your Sister shouldn't be rubbing you while you wear it."

"Damn," Sandi said, "secrets out."

We all laughed.

"I think I might get one of these for myself. So ice creams or something else?" Dad was heading to the door.

"What about Calypsos, maybe get a boxed pack, that way they won't melt on the way home and we can have a supply in the freezer," I suggested

"Yeah," Sis said, "I really need something to suck on."

I almost choked.

"Great idea, I might get two boxes, you guys have a long way to go and it is getting hotter this week. See you in a bit."

"You do have something you can suck on Sandi."

She immediately went back to rubbing my hardness.

I gave her the Banana, "This."

"Oh that's right, I was just about to compare him without his pyjamas. Stand up again".

She held it up against my leaking lump. "Ok, you might be bigger. Maybe not longer but fatter."

She put the banana back to her groin, "Oh, wrong way," she turned it so it curved out. "Yours curves out if I remember rightly. Out and up. I was imagining it in bed last night. When I was, you know getting off. I think the curve is going to be great at rubbing my special spot, you know..."

"Not really, I've never even fingered a girl." All the while my sister was jacking my cock through the fabric.

"Goody, I can be your first."

She looked at the banana and then mine, trapped.

"That must be hurting, it's sort of bending the wrong way in those shorts."

"Now she gets it!"

"Would it help if I made you cum?"

"Yes, I might go down, but I don't know if I can in these shorts and I should stay covered for now. Dad."

"Then let me get to work, cumming work, not maths. Just think about how wet I am big brother," she said seductively as she stroked me.

Then she kissed me. Fuck that set me buzzing, I devoured her lips. My hand went to her dress and under it. I started rubbing her.

"Over my panties today, fair is fair dear brother."

It was like we were in the back seat of a car, or the back of a classroom on detention, trying to rub one out before the supervising teacher returned.

"I'm close and you are soaked," I groaned.

Our tongues danced, our fingers played, our breathing got heavier.

"I'm nearly there."

"Let me," my twin slipped a finger up my shorts leg and she met my slippery precum dribbling cock head.

"Yes, press harder with your other hand up and do... fuck cumming."

My finger was pushing her panties fabric into her vagina. I could feel her slipperiness.

"My clit, I'm going to cum with you."

"Fuck yes! And I started spurting into my sister's finger, she came, came hard with that. But as we were enjoying the release the front door opened.

We jumped, still cumming as we straightened ourselves and buried our heads in the maths texts.

"Come and get them, you two deserve a break you've been studying hard."

"Crap."

"Need to go to the toilet first Dad, put them in the freezer."

"I need to go after you Bro," Sis shouted so Dad could hear. Then she picked up the peeled banana, wiped some of my spunk that was running down her fingers on it and started sucking it.

"Yummy, this is a creamy banana."

I had sort of stopped my cum short, I was still loaded, well that did it, I came hard.

Sandi looked at my cum face and grinned, "goody more" then used the Banana to scrape more spunk from my inner thigh.

"I love bananas, I could eat this one all day." Then in a different quiet voice, "It's different, a bit bananerie. I'll try it from the source later."

I put my finger, which had been fingering her, to my nose and lips. I swear my cock spasmed a final time. At that, I rushed to the toilet.

"He was desperate," Dad said as he poked his head in.

"Yeah, I think he has been holding off all morning."

I pulled my sodden shorts right off in the toilet. My poor cock. I gave it a bit of a rub.

"At least I got to cum, but what a mess," I said to myself as I used toilet paper to get most of it. Then I stood over the bowl, trying to let down. Changing urethra functions was like changing the ink on a jet printer from photographic to matte black. It took time and patience. I had to turn my brain off, which was way harder. But I managed it.

Then came the problem of peeing with a semi, not hitting the bowl. More clean up. I needed to go to the bathroom. At least I had the gown on. I flushed.

"Took your time dear brother," my Sister grinned at me. She had her finger in her mouth sucking it.

"Cute?" Well, she was.

In the Bathroom I dumped my shorts into the laundry basket, grabbed a washer and started washing my groin and legs.

"I know right, messy," Sandi said as she entered. Then she stuffed her very wet panties in my face.

"Suck on these big Brother. Oh, Bigger Brother." I was growing again.

"I was hoping to be in time to suck that banana clean. No worries. Next time." She slapped my bare arse. I gave her the washer.

"No, you do it, but rinse and warm it up. No grab a new one. You might have stray wiggly swimmers on that one."

"You know we are going to get caught sooner than we planned if we keep this up." I took the clean washer and wiped the juices from my Sister's leg and crotch.

She pushed my head downwards.

Willingly I fell to my knees. "Damn Sis you realise I've never seen one of these close up."

Her smell was amazing, and I could see her fluids leaking between cute flaps that poked between her swollen outer lips. My hand automatically went to her slit. "It feels better without panties, just saying, very slippery." My fingers caught up on their lack of experience by exploring her folds.

"I could cum again, but Dad might get suspicious, you go and get some shorts on."

Then she pulled me up, into her to kiss me again. Again our genitals joined in the kiss.

Back in the kitchen I grabbed a Calipso from the freezer. A calipso is a long penis fat fruit ice block, that you push from the bottom. It was a bit fatter than I was hard. I won't lie, I have tried to see how far I could fallatio one in the past. It might have been a deliberate choice of ice cream, given our highly sexualised morning.

Dad came in, opening with, "I might buy you a fluffy tail and you could be a kitten, or a little unicorn."

"Dad make it a butt plug tail and I can have pleasure with the punishment."

Splerrt, Dad sprayed his coffee all over the kitchen floor.

"What, Son. Too much."

Then he paused.

"Is that actually a thing?"

"Sorry Dad, definitely not my thing, but it's a big part of the comic, manga, hentai, cosplay scene. I suggest not looking it up on the internet."

"God, I'm glad you're eighteen. I'll take your advice. I actually wanted to talk to you about Sandi. Where is she by the way?"

"I think I might have heard the shower going. She was complaining about the weather getting muggy."

"I just wanted to say that be careful to look after her. You being in love with someone else will be hard for her."

"I'm not sure I'm in love, but more I was hoping, you know that feeling you get for a girl. Just a pity it's a waste of time acting on it."

"Your Sister has those feelings for you you know?"

"I wondered."

"I think she might be delicate. Thanks for going through with wearing her gown, even if she is sort of marking you."

I chuckled. "I don't mind her smells, it's sort of comforting."

"Do you ever think of her as something more than your twin sister?"

"Go on."

"I mean someone you, you could fall in love with. I think your sister has fallen in love with you."

"Not helping Dad, I'm struggling not to think of her like that. Yeah, she is more than a sister, but that's taboo. So out of bounds."

"You're a good lad, and sensible. Your Mum and I chat about you two all the time. It may not be ideal or legal, but the heart is a strange bedfellow."

"Are you saying if we like, went that way, you wouldn't kick us out."

Dad laughed. "Never. You two are so close, you will have trouble finding someone in a marriage that would have enough space for your twin."

"So what exactly are you saying?"

"It's just that if you found some love outside your sister. That's going to hurt her. Look after her. The last thing we want is what you two have, to be destroyed by the process of finding life partners."

"Can I be honest Dad?"

"I sort of thought we were, go on."

"Don't tell Mum. But when I.... um... Do it..."

"Masturbate."

"Yes that, I have trouble not thinking about my Sister. Not that I've ever really seen her nude or anything. But I try to think of others, Annika was the exception, that dress."

"I know, your mother stirred me about that dress."

"What can I do? About you know, picturing my Sister."

"I think I might be careful about how I answer that. This isn't permission. It's something you two need to work out. But can I suggest that after these exams are out of the way, and you get over the love-sick rebound a bit? You may need to be open to your Sister, a bit more sexually. Not really the right word, because I know she is very in love with you. Never do anything without mutual consent. But maybe test it out to see if it's not mutual. That you are trying hard to deny those feelings, may indicate it is more than one-sided."

"A bit mind blown Dad, but thanks. I'll try to think it through a bit, before I do anything that's not reversible. You know we are both virgins, at least my Sister was last time we talked about it. Saving for someone special sort of thing."

He looked at me. "You do realise that is probably you?"

"Oh, Oh, oooh! I'll be careful then."

My cock went instantly hard.

"Are you coming back in to study Bro?" We heard shouted from down the hall.

"Coming." I grabbed her a calipso.

"You're a good lad David. Any girl will be lucky to have you, thanks for the talk."

Fortunately, the dressing gown was covering my newly developed hard-on and my new boxers allowed for plenty of access. I decided Fort Knox was too much the other way.

"There you are," my Twin said as I sat down.

"Did you hear any of that?" I whispered.

"Most of it."

"I have to say WTF or WTF. Uh, why the fuck are we waiting?"

"Decorum, you're still getting over a lost love. Can't have your actions been dismissed as a rebound? Besides, I want to pass these exam. I don't need you to fuck my brains out before I can put them to the test."

"What are we studying now?"

"Twelfth Night."

"Oh yes, the old Bend it like Beckem. We should rewatch that. Maybe after the exams, but the study guide has a few suggestions for different productions. Maybe we should watch a more traditional one that actually deals with the text."

We were both instantly on our phones reading reviews.

"David," Now I'm for it, she used my formal name, she rarely does that. "Could we actually go to a live show?"

"That would be amazing, but how, it's not like it's on all that much. Whoever heard of a Shakespeare play?"

"Not us, that's for sure, I don't think I've ever been to a live play even. I'm just reading an interesting review."

"Our teacher did encourage us to try, said that as it's the HSC Shakespeare text this year, so companies are putting it on."

"Yes!"

"What?"

"It's on this weekend at the Ensemble Theatre. It's wow, it says lead roles performed by almost identical twins in this raunchy interpretation, using the traditional text, but bringing Shakespeare's fascination with cross gender and twins into explicit focus. It goes on to say that the twins are in big demand for Shakespeare's comedies. Strictly 18 plus. Rated R."

"Are there tickets though?"

"Going to the booking site now. Yes score. Not many left."

"Book them."

"Doing so, can you go get Dad's credit card?"

I raced out.

"Dad! I need your credit card, taking Sandi to a play."

"What?"

"This is study, Twelfth Night, the HSC text."

"I won't argue then." He fished out his wallet. "Maybe treat your Sister to a night out, before or after. Whatever works."

"Will do Dad," I grinned, "Once we have a confirmed booking."

Sandi put in the card details and we were confirmed.

"Read the warnings on this Bro. I had to say we were over eighteen and we were warned they would card us."

"Shit, nudity, simulated sex, mayhem, cross-dressing, expected. Incest themes, Intimate theatre experience," I read aloud.

"Then let's make a night of it."

It was Tuesday, so plenty of time to plan.

"We have to catch a ferry."

"Fantastic, very romantic. Plus no one will know we are twins, or at least know us if we play up. Score."

"And you get to take me on a date."

"You could wear your Formal dress."

"I'll ask Mum if she has a warm wrap to go over it. It might be cold on the Harbour. Maybe this time big brother you could access the features that dress was designed to display."

I groaned. Spank back images went into an immediate screening in my head.

Excited, we got back to studying. We figured the focus questions would be around gender and gender assignment. Sort of the current woke type readings that were right through our courses. Not that we were anti-woke or redneck. But sometimes it gets a bit much to interpret the past through current frames. The Art curriculum is a great example, you don't learn what the artist actually thought anymore. It's post-postmodern these days. Lucky I wasn't planning on being an artist.

We did some practise essays. We were still doing them when Mum got home.

"I still see you are in violet, you sexy piece of man hunk," Mum said, stirring as she saw me.

My sister lost it.

"Mum, that's, just wrong."

"That sister of yours owns you now David."

"Crap."

"What was that bet about? It must have been a doozy."

"Ask Dad, we have already gone through all that.

If I'm going to be interrogated again I'm locking myself in my room. Can't a guy get over stuff in peace?"

I heard my twin whisper, "He's in love. But ask Dad, now's maybe not a good time."

Mum disappeared to talk with Dad.

"Good acting Bro. I hope Mum is as accommodating as Dad has been."

"Dad did say they had talked stuff through."

"Yes, but when push comes to shove, it might not be as smooth sailing."

"We need a break, let's go watch a mindless comedy."

"Couch?"

"Couch. I might go grab your gown. Cover, I'm commando under this skirt."

"Shit, and I didn't even try to cop feel."

"That's why the couch and another layer, can't have my pussy flashing the olds. You sweet brother don't be a shrinking violet."

For much of the program, Sandi got acquainted with the feel of a penis in her hand: My penis. I think her goal was not to make me cum, but to explore the anatomy. She had fun discovering things she could do with my foreskin. When I wasn't too hard that is.

My fingers got wet a few times, just saying. Ok, much of the time they were busy.

Dinner time was a family affair at the table.

"Your father told me about Annika. Pity, she is a really nice girl. I think she wore that dress for you Dave. We had a nice chat, on the night. She told me about Western Australia. I think she was regretting not connecting with you earlier. She didn't say it, but we girls pick up vibes."

"Thanks Mum, not making it easier. Thinking I might have had a chance."

"What time do you have to swap back the dressing gowns?"

"Cleaning teeth time, Mum. I'm sort of proud of my brother."

"Lucky he didn't have to go out anywhere," Dad snorted. "Damn, I missed that opportunity."

"So news, anything from the day?" Mum asked.

"Yes, we are studying Twelfth Night, and we did practise essays. But that's not the news."

"My brother is taking me out on a date, to the live theatre on Saturday night," my Twin blurted excitedly.

"A date.. Maybe not the right term."

"Why not, it is, just us two."

"Where to?"

"A live production of Twelfth Night, so technically a study date. But I'm wearing my formal dress. Can I borrow a black shawl from you?"

Dad looked at me and winked. "See what I have had to put up with. Offer to take them out on a study date and suddenly they are planning a wedding."

"I get it Dad, I think school formals are just wedding rehearsals for the girls," I added.

"Like Father, like Son, cynical males. Let's go and find something sexy to go with that dress." Mum commented.

I played some computer games to fill in time. In truth, it was good to have a break from the intensity of the last day. That said I was so ready to make love to my Sister and my balls did circles in their sack each time I thought of it. My sister and her smells were surrounding me in a fluffy hug, courtesy of the gown.

It came time to brush teeth. I couldn't get there fast enough. Not because I was over wearing my Sister's violet, but because we had specified that this was a time we could take liberties. Learn about each other sexually.

Our parents were in bed, we assumed. They had work tomorrow. The house was still, but pregnant with possibility.

We both met in the hall wrapped tight in our twins wrapping. I was feeling a bit shy, nervous shy.

"I'm excited Dave, don't get me wrong but, wow this is a big step."

"Me too. Like, what do we get to do? That's not all the way."

"I'm thinking oral, that banana and calypso have me wanting."

"I want to really see your body, your whole body, naked. To have time to explore it. I want to kiss every inch of it. So I guess oral could be a big part of that. But first hug."

Our arms entwined us in an intimate moment, the furry fabric stimulating where skin had not yet reached. We kissed. I mean not just kissed, because it must have been almost twenty minutes of kiss, because my lips were getting sore. Our bodies ground into the kiss. Anticipating. At some time our dressing gowns parted and skin to skin became the thing. Eventually, I stood back and slowly peeled my dark blue gown from my sister's shoulders. I dropped it backwards over the vanity. It would make a padded seat for her to sit on while I ate her out.

My sister's blond hair flowed over her shoulders and the tips danced like curtains on her puckered nipples. Her breasts were rounded plump orange-shaped, still swelling, threatening to turn into size C grapefruits. Ruby grapefruits, although pale from lack of sun. The nipples were flushed and puckering under my gaze. Her left hand sort of coyly covered her mons.

"No one has ever looked at me like this, it's confrontingly wonderful. You desire me. This is yours my sweet Brother. All yours, only yours."

"Sandi you are, wow."

My gaze travelled down around her navel. She had a cute outy. I had an inny. I wanted her to fuck my inny with her outy. I moved forward and let my gown flap open. I lined us up. Navel to navel.

"Fuck Dave, that is so erotic."

"A portend of what is to come maybe."

"A joining of how we were intimately joined in the womb, our umbilicals feeding in the same placenta."

"How we came out different genders I have no idea, but I'm glad we did."

My penis was now nudging her protruding clit. Our blond pubic hair did little to hide our excitement.

I stepped back. My cock sprang up, its curve prominent. I wanted to start, but there was a side of my Sister I had not fully seen. I turned her body and folded her gently over my laid out gown. She looked in the mirror as I looked lustfully at her lush bare buttocks. These I worshipped with my eyes and then my hands. Realising I could see her lips from the back, swollen and flushed, I went down on my knees. I kissed up her inner thigh. One, then the other. My hands kneading her form. I parted her cheeks to reveal her puckered rear anus. I pushed closer, my nose seeking scents earthy, wanton.

My fingers, near those lower lips pulled them outward and I watched in amazement as her vaginal passage, tight, dripping, came on display. Her vaginal corona encircled a small hole, wide enough to take an index finger but not my throbbing cock. I had studied images on the web, I had leant that this was her hymen. It was being renamed vaginal corona, or ring, because it was rarely actually blocked. Period discharge had to flow through somewhere to get out. I was fascinated. My sister was definitely a virgin. Her juices flowed over the folded flesh.

"Do you mind?" I led with my finger.

"God Brother, take your time why don't you. This position is so, fucking exciting and exposing, vulnerable, and submissive."

I watched her vagina spasm as she said this. My finger reached into the first knuckle. I circled that corona, feeling its folds. Wondering if it would tear and bleed when I first thrust my fat cock through it. Then I realised I had my finger in a vagina.

"This is my first fingering of a vagina, Sis, and it's yours. You're no longer a virgin, finger,' I chuckled.

"Then stick it in properly, in my cunt. Opps, did I just say that?"

"You did my sweet mouthed Sister. You never say that word."

"You're teasing, I'm getting impatient."

I was running my finger in circles, exploring, I had not intended to tease.

"Don't be a cunt, stick... it... in... my... cunt. Are yes. Yes, better," she sighed.

My finger penetrated her past the second knuckle.

"Fuck cumming!"

I felt her spasm tightly on my intruding index. She had the presence of mind to grab a washer and shove it in her mouth before she screamed her pleasure. Once she settled, I stood and picked her up. We clung and kissed. I backed her onto the vanity. I started kissing down her neck well aware that her breasts awaited me.

"So many firsts, I've not even nibbled on your nipples."

"And I haven't nibbled on your nuts 'Nobby' so go gentle." (Use AI, an Australianism)

I kissed my way down and ran my tongue around her areola.

"Shit, I love you, yes." She ran her fingers through my blond locks. "Don't cut your hair Dave, we can pass as twins, identical twins. You can go to my classes at Uni and I can go to yours."

"Oh fun. But I don't have lovely breasts like yours."

"Mine are no bigger or smaller than Amanda Bynes."

"True."

"Care to take my Maths Exam?"

"They are on at the same time dummy. I don't want your score against my name."

"Did you just call me dummy?"

"When it comes to maths, yes!"

"Fair point."

"Back to kissing, handsome."

The sensations of her nipples in my mouth were so different from what I expected. I think because it touched a primal urge and experience. I could get addicted to these babies. I slathered both breasts before she pushed my head south.

"I need to cum again baby, my big hunky baby. Leave my mummy breasts alone. No one has eaten my pussy, I want my Brother to be the first."

I got distracted by her outy before she slapped my shoulder. "Lower."

So I kissed my way down until I met my first pubic hairs. Although she was eighteen and a woman now, they were not a prolific rug, more a sexual thickening the closer I got to my target. Neither were they wiry. I was doubtful she had ever shaved them. They still had that fine virgin quality. Proof enough she was not still a girl, not yet a woman.

All porn has smooth bare mounds. I was rather pleased my Sister had hairs. Minimally it proved she was not motivated, nor planning for random guys to go where I just landed. More importantly, I was hit with her fresh juices which were trapped in those hairs. I needed to do more research, but perhaps that's why we have pubic hair. To gather and dispel moisture.

My finger earlier, had caressed her lower down and made her cum. My tongue now revelled in the silken textures of her labia. Tastes that went straight to my cock, charging him to fullness. I looked up between the curtains at my sister's face. Her body was slumped against the mirror, knees over my shoulders. Expectant. I looked for signs of pleasure. For things to do with my tongue that added ecstatic moments. I deliberately avoided her clit, although it was blindly obvious, popping out at the top of her crease. She had a hard worm shape under that skin leading to the exposure.

"Do you even know where my clit is, and what it can do, Bro?"

I nodded.

"Please."

I moved around it, not landing

"I don't think you do, here let me show you."

I quickly reached for her wrists and held her hands away: Formed my tongue into a hard stiff channel, and stabbed her clit, one hard stab, right on point.

"Fuuuck."

"There" I said.

"You bastard."

I stabbed it again, then rapid fired my tongue tip over the button. That set off an explosion. She wrestled with my hands and used her legs to hump her mons into my face.

I responded by clamping down on the v of her clitoral hood and sucked the daylights out of that hard worm shape under her skin. The stalk of her clit.

She came and came: The washcloth making sure we did not wake the dead. Then she collapsed gasping for breath. I gasped for different breath. Her thighs released my head just in time.

I knelt there grinning and said, "My years of porn, watching eating pussy did not go wasted."

I stopped and I was instantly wrapped in my sister's naked arms. My violet coat had been shed at some point, when? I know not.

I quietly brushed my teeth over her shoulder.

"I would sleep with your taste on my lips Sis, but you painted me anyway, all over."

I rubbed her stray juices into my upper torso.

She followed suit, brushing her teeth. Fresh-mouthed she backed me onto the bench.

"My turn." Her hand wrapped around my hardness. I was dripping precum. Her lips met my glans as she bent. Then her tongue tasted of those fluids, licking a heavy dew drop from my head.

It swirled in her mouth. "Mm, mintie."

I was about to give warning, but too late. She plunged down and took my whole cock head and half my stalk in her mouth. It was a pregnant moment. Delight in experiencing my first head job. Joy that my Sister did not hold back and was taking me, a lot of me, and then... there it was... fuck, menthol toothpaste on soft genital flesh.

"Shit arrrrh. Fuck hot Fuck."

I think my ministrations were interpreted as overwhelming pleasure. So she doubled up on her efforts. There was still toothpaste foam appearing on her lips, forced out by my penal flesh.

Sting, while a word, was not enough to describe this moment.

Finally, I got my cock out of her mouth.

"Stop, pull off." I wanted to cum, but.

Again miscommunication, she mumbled, "It's alright, cum in my mouth."

Fuck, now I needed to. Pleasure and pain ripped through my body. My pent-up need won and I spurted hard into the back of my Sister's mouth. Her face was speaking triumph, conquest. She slurped sperm, swallowing the minty sperm down. Only then did she pull back, a big goofy grin, a sloppy saliva toothpaste and spunky grin up at me, eyes twinkling.

"Shit! fuck!" I dived, finally free, toward the sink, turned on the cold water, and almost mounted the tap.

"Fuck worse!"

Cold water released menthol, but at least it was being washed off. I grabbed soap and scrubbed my burning flesh. My sister looked on in horror, she had no idea what had happened, but she read it as rejection of her and the whole incestuous process. Suddenly she was bawling. Bawling her heart out.

"Was I bad?" she sobbed between gasps.

I held her close. "Fuck no, it's just the toothpaste."

"Toothpaste."

"Remember... Tigger in Winnie the Pooh. When he had Eores thistles, hot.... The toothpaste. Mint, well menthol, fucking burns."

She looked at me, at my red dick, at my grin, at my dick.

"Shit does it?"

"I think you can be the judge of that."

"Oh my darling, let me kiss it better."

"No you don't, not before you wash your mouth out, thoroughly."

Then we laughed, held each other up laughing our guts out.

"Not oral virgins anymore," she gasped as she held aching ribs.

"Sis, I can't believe how much you took of me."

"Only because I seriously thought I was doing it right. My thought was, fuck it he loves it when I'm deep, so I pushed deeper."

"I sort of did. I came didn't I?"

"I don't think I gave you a choice."

I picked up the washer and rinsed it in warm water and lovingly cleaned up my Sister's face from the slobber, sperm, toothpaste, and tears. Then she rinsed and gargled thoroughly. We finished with a long passionate kiss.

"We need to get to bed. Hopefully our noises were not heard down the other end of the house," Sis said.

Our oral session had lasted over an hour. I needed sleep. I curled up in my dark blue sister smell impregnated dressing gown and slept soundly.

I was woken once again by my Mother.

"Good to see you back in blue Son. Coffee is ready, but you might want to cover up your stiffy."

"Fuck, shit,... sorry for the language."

"My boy's a big man now, I can cope." She said as she hastily shut the door.

Over breakfast, I said, "You really should stop just walking into my bedroom, Mum. What if Annika was in bed with me?"

"I thought that was over."

"It is," I said glumly, "but what if?"

"I guess you're eighteen. You could put a sock on the door."

"And advertise to my parents I'm fucking. Not bloody likely."

Dad looked up from his paper. "More like he is wanking, but the lad has a point."

"So what am I supposed to do to wake you?"

Knock loudly and wait. If I don't answer, either I am, cough, cough, busy or I'm sleeping. Either way, I don't want you barging in."

Just then my Sister appeared.

"What's this about?"

"Oh, I saw your brother's stiffy when I woke him this morning."

"God Mum, really!" Then she added, "What's it like?"

As if she didn't know. She only had it halfway down her throat last night.

"I must say he is not huge, but definitely above average. He will certainly make some girl very happy with that thing. Quite impressive."

"Mum, shit, I'm moving out. First I'm love sick. I want to crawl into my lover's arms, except I can't. Now my Mum is getting off on my cock. Shit, what a week."

"I think we should play Show and Tell Bro, then you can have the trifecta," Sandi joked.

"How come breakfast suddenly got more entertaining than the newspaper?" Dad said as he folded it away.

I was laughing internally, proud that Mum thought I was impressive, but externally I piled my ten Weet-Bix into a bowl with milk and sugar and sulked away to eat it in our study area.

"I think I had better go and apologise," I heard Mum say.

"No Mum, you're done enough damage, give him a minute to get some food in him and I'll go and give him some love."

I didn't hear the rest of the conversation, just my parents getting ready to leave for work.

"Are you Ok, bro?"

I grinned. "Just bring me my Oscar. But seriously, we can't be doing anything in the morning without the Mum risk."

"I know I was seriously contemplating visiting you this morning and waking you up myself. But that impressive stiffy would have been in my mouth. I owe you one without the toothpaste."

We were both in our dressing gowns, so I enjoyed my Sister's exploring hands as she cuddled me from behind. Although our parents were away all day and that gave us a certain amount of freedom, we concentrated on our studies. We did a lot of kissing in breaks.

"Tonight, before I clean my teeth, come to my room. I want to spend a lot of time with you in my mouth."

"We don't have locks on our doors, not much plausible deniability in that plan."

"I know, let's go get locks."

"Yes! Good idea. I could do with a break out of the house. Better change out of these then."

My Twin followed me into the bedroom and sat on my bed.

"What, you're just going to..." Then I laughed, "I keep forgetting you've seen it all and this is ok."

I did a striptease, then stayed naked while I arsed about deciding what to wear as if I was a girl. Arsed about had a very different meaning, as my arse was bare and about. My cock was also hard and ready for battle.

"That was fun, watching, but not touching," Sandi said as I followed her to her room.

I was treated to a similar show, which I was carefully storing in my spank bank. Except I'm not sure I would ever need it again.

I sat on her bed trying to play with myself through my clothes the show was so hot.

"Leave that impressive penis alone I'm draining it tonight."

It was fun down at the local hardware store. There were plenty of options. We chose simple brass bolt ones. Not strong enough to stop a rapist, or a fireman but enough to give the message to Mum, don't come in.

At home I installed them and we tested them.

"Good, now I can cum in your bedroom."

"And I can cum in yours. I'm not sure if I'm game to be there in the morning though. Mum is a person of habit and she generally checks my room too. It's just normally I'm awake."

"My brain keeps going to a fantasy. In it, I'm dreaming someone is making love to me and I wake up, it's not a dream, it's you riding my impressive tool."

"One day, dear Brother, one day. Remember dreams can come true."

We hit the books again.

At dinner, Mum was contrite and apologetic. Everyone left my love life alone and we talked about what we were studying. The first exam, English, was only next week. We didn't tell Mum about the locks.

We did talk about our date tomorrow.

"Where was that Theatre?

"Near Kirrabili wharf."

"The Ensemble?"

"Yes, that's the one."

"I think they have a restaurant there but you would have to book."

I looked at Sandi, "Before or after the show?"

"Before please, it's Shakespeare, it could go for hours."

I was onto it and was able to secure a table for two for six PM.

We did some evening study, reviewing our Social Studies material. We did different classes for this. I studied History and my Sister Geography. They were the only classes we took separately.

We held quizzes for each other, asking questions from random topics off study notes. The format was to give a five-minute dissertation on the topic. We had an egg timer. The aim was to develop thinking that could generate short essay responses.

I asked my Sister. "What is the impact of isolation on family and sexual practices in places like Tasmania, or the Pitcairn Islands?"

"That's not on the list, Dave. But good question. I'll give it a go."

She started speaking her response.

- Forced isolation has interesting implications for the stretching of social taboos. Society is built around supply and demand. This holds for sexual partnerships. Normally family sexual relationships are banned by social taboos and laws. But unusual circumstances can lead to a change of these prohibitions. An example caused by isolation in the Pitcan Islands has developed a highly inbred society, with genetic issues, but not as many as expected given the significant generational interbreeding.

Perhaps the prohibition of a brother and sister forming a lifelong partnership is overstated. Interesting changes are occurring on this front today. COVID isolation brought with it close families, sexual frustration and a desire for sexual relief closer at hand. Hand jobs between family members went up. Oral sex became common among teen siblings.

There has been a wider acceptance of incest themes in film and literature. This can be seen in the immense popularity of the Game of Thrones franchise. Perhaps it motivates the furry movement where girls particularly play animals. Animals like puppies and kittens are known to populate with siblings if left together.

Manga is another popular medium where brother and sister themes abound. So if a girl has a handsome brother and the situation opens itself to shared nudity, the social and moral barriers that are normally applied will be altered by these changing social constraints. The idea of incest is taking off. The immense popularity of incest porn is an indicator not a predictor of these changes. I know I don't mind being in my brother's spank bank."

"Maybe you should leave that last bit out. But well done. You handled that curveball well."

"Speaking of which we are in close isolated proximity during this study break. Do you think it has anything to do with our increased willingness to break down the social taboos? Like my handling of your curved bat and balls."

"Mm, it's ten pm. Mum and Dad are in bed. I think we should look at that question practically. Now we can adjourn to a bedroom with some safety."

"Goody."

"But don't clean your teeth."

We had already changed into our dressing gowns, after dinner. I was going commando in anticipation. We went to my Sister's room. As soon as the door was snibbed we were all over each other.

"Keep the gowns on, I've loved getting your smells all day. It's kept me fired up," my Sister said.

"I'm not averse to sexing them up more."

"Yeah, Mum mentioned today that they were getting manky, she threatened to wash them tomorrow."

My sister was working her way down my body. I wrapped her in the darkness of my robe.

"Ohh, this is so erotic in here," she popped her head out.

"I think we should wash them in the morning before Mum gets a chance, they are getting very stained and crusty. Going down."

I darkened her world and I felt her progress my pleasure as her tongue and lips licked the day's salty body excretions from my torso.

For my part, I kept her covered but added my hands to the outside of the robes in gentle caresses. These worked best with this material.

Her mouth met my risen manhood and I felt her tongue lick at my hummm, urethra I guess.

"Wow Bro, your precum is slippery and yummy."

I heard this muffled through the fabric and her cock obstructed mouth. Then I felt her warm mouth encase my cock and she started seriously sucking me.

I might cum quickly if you don't slow down."

"Can you come twice tonight?"

"Probably."

"Then I want to do you, in the fluffy dark down here. Fire at will."

She ducked back in and I was aware she was taking me deeper. I heard slight gagging noises, but it didn't stop her. She was not deep throating, but she was definitely on a mouth training pathway.

I held her head, encouraging her in and out movements. She cupped my balls in one hand and I could hear her other hand. I opened the curtains and sure enough, it was buried in her groin.

She looked at me all innocent as I pumped in and out. "Cum fir me Dave, come in your sister's mouth, feed me."

That was it. I blasted the back of her throat. Her eyes popped out, my spunk went deep. She swallowed with each spurt until she could not keep up. The last shot hit her nose and face.

"Bed now, she gasped, "I'm so close, suck the shit out of my pussy like you did last night."

We ended in a default of sixty-nine. My tongue and finger attacked her pulsing pussy. She was ready, as she came almost immediately. She came and came, as I varied my attack until she cried, "Stop too much."

We collapsed, my head on her thigh, her head on mine. We relaxed, probably a post cum relax, but we must have passed into sleep. It was after midnight when my sister stirred and started sucking my limp penis back to life. It was after one, when we finished adding fresh juices to our gowns.

The taboo line was non-existent now. The love line was thoroughly wrapped around our hearts as our bodies wrapped around each other.

"Shower."

"Together?" I asked

"Can we risk it?"

"Whether together or alone we both need it before we sleep." I looked around my sister's girly room. I would like to wake up in here one day."

"That might be risking it too far."

We tiptoed to the bathroom.

We were getting used to each other's nudity by now. We were way past, I'll show you mine and you show me yours. Simply put most times we were together we were hell-bent on making cummy messes. This time it was cleaning.

"The task of washing your lover is so different, I love this."

"You need to wash my hair Bro, it's your sperm that's caught in it."

I don't know what I was expecting but washing my sister's hair was such an erotic experience. My sister soaping up her finger and washing my arse hole was another.

"Crap, wow."

"Don't crap, is that nice?" I soaped my hand and did likewise.

"Shit, I know what you mean."

"No shit, Sandi."

We now had our groins pressed together and were fingering each other's rosebuds. My cock ran down between her lips, my cock head close to my probing digit.

"Yes bro, pretend you're fucking me, but don't go in."

I started thrusting, hot dogging between her thighs.

"Yes like that I'm going to, shit yes, harder, fucking cum."

She spasmed and I stiffened lifting her feet off the floor as I painted the shower behind us.

"Wow, that was..."

"Different."

"You still have your finger up my bum."

"So do you."

We slipped them out together and grabbed the soap. We weren't taking chances. We dried each other. Our gowns were ruined, well so crusty we didn't want to put them on our clean bodies.

"Nude dash to your room Bro."

"Why my room?"

"Because you can put boxers on and take these to the washing machine. If Mum asks tomorrow, tell her you want them dry by tomorrow night."

So we did.

"I'll wait here until you get back."

My sister climbed nude into my bed. That idea got me growing again. I did read the washing instructions. I wasn't ruining these.

I returned to find my nude sister asleep in my bed. I snibbed the door and crawled in next to her. I had the foresight to set a timer for two hours, so I could make sure we were in different rooms in the morning.

I snuggled into my Sister, me being the big spoon. My hand found her breasts. Her bottom snuggled into my semi-hard penis. It was delightful, but soon I too drifted into sleep.

The alarm woke Sandi more than me. She realised why it was set, so slipped out of bed.

"Sleep sound my stud brother, tomorrow night, well tonight, we're going on our date. Sleep in."

Through half-closed eyes I watched my Sister slip out of the door. I didn't bother to get up to lock it.

You guessed it Mum barged in.

"Good you're in here, your Sister's door is locked for some reason, I thought..."

"Mum, I'm not fucking my Sister! Let me fucking sleep."

"But why are your dressing gowns in the wash?"

"Her idea, apparently she liked my smells fresh but they turned boy stinky after a while. We studied late last night, for God's sake don't wake her, and get out of my room and let me sleep."

She shut the door quietly.

"Is this a lock?"

"Yes, and it appears you're going to need some training."

"Sorry," and she slinked out tail between her legs.

At lunch, Mum started the conversation.

"I can't get used to adult children in the house. Did you know our kids put locks on their doors, Larry?"

"No, not that I can blame them. But that doesn't excuse your increased use of the word 'fuck', Son. Be careful how you speak to your mother."

"Sorry Mum, it's no excuse, but I was half asleep."

"We decided to study late so we could take today off before our date," My Sister explained defensively.

"Maybe a note on the kitchen table might help."

"We will have a late night tonight. So don't wake us in the morning," I grumped.

"But I will want to know how the 'date' went."

"Just text us when you are on your way home. Your mother will worry otherwise."

"I put the locks on yesterday, then forgot to lock mine, I'm a duffer it seems. Our bedrooms should be out of bounds like yours is. We are Adults. I don't barge into Sandi's room, not uninvited."

"Ok, I get it. I put your gowns on the line."

"Yeah thanks, my brother's scent had turned toxic."

"Well, you two have been living in them."

"We blame Grandma," we said together.

After lunch, the girls disappeared to get my Sister ready. I say girls, Mum was oscillating between best girlfriend and Mum. She might be simply going out with her brother, but it was a bit like prom all over again. We gave ourselves two hours to get to the city and onto a ferry. At half past three I went to my room and threw on my best clothes. I was made to rent a tux for the formal, so what I wore wasn't that dressy.

Dad and I just stared at my Sister when she appeared.

"Stunning," Dad said.

"Sexy," I countered.

"Perhaps not a good idea," said Mum.

"It should help him get over that skank," my Twin added.

"I hope those new locks on the doors weren't for tonight like as in prom nights."

"Mum, no, what is this, it's like you want me to ravish my sister."

"You could do worse," said Dad.

"Larry!"

"Well just saying," he said defensively.

"We are going. If we were planning on doing that we would have taken a hotel. We will be late getting home."

"If you need to get an Uber, Son, you have my credit card."

"Make sure you have your licence with you Sis, carding."

"Oops, I forgot and she raced back to her room."

We lived in the South of Sydney in Heathcote, which had a train but a slow one unless we could get a Wollongong express. We parked our car at the station and caught the first train.

The trip in was wonderful, cosy chatting, holding hands, sneaky kisses.

We hopped off at Circular Quay. It is the most magnificent view of the harbour from the platform. We took plenty of selfies and sent one as a couple to our parents. The response was: Cute! You two look so alike.

We wandered to the Opera House on the foreshore. We had time and took some more date night selfies. We made sure we got an individual one for our private collection. There were plenty of tourists around, but that did not stop my Sister from 'flopping' a tit out just as I snapped a picture.

"Did you use Breast tape?"

"Not this time," she grinned. "Access assured."

"Did Mum notice?"

"Yes, I told her my nipples reacted to the tape and they were sore for days. She bought it."

I checked the image.

"Yes, perfect."

"Ok bro, new challenge, on the ferry."

I was thinking we would have one of those slow old ferries. No, we had a quick dash catamaran. But we stood on the top deck. My Twin stood with her back to the Harbour Bridge and Opera house and flashed a perfect breast. I got three shots in. We didn't get off at Kirrabilli, the theatre had its own wharf. The captain made sure we knew when the last ferry left, they timed them for the end of the shows.

"If you miss, you can walk to Milsons Point Station from here."

We flirted all dinner, we were seated off to the side but still had a magnificent view of the harbour. Each time my sister leant forward her dress would gape affording me a view of one hardened nub or the other. Our fingers played over the table. Her foot for some reason lost a shoe and her toes would journey to my groin, keeping me stiff.

We fed each other appetisers, shared tastes of the mains. Talked of nothing, but everything, contained in that nothingness. It was delightfully intimate. The restaurant and theatre were on a wharf or jetty, I'm not sure what defined it but the water lapped underneath as rhythm to our evening. We had a bottle of white wine to go with our fish. Not being all that accustomed to alcohol, we did get a bit giggly.

After I paid the bill, for which I definitely needed Dad's PIN, we walked out onto the pier to catch the air. We watched the ferries bring in patrons. I cuddled my sister and she wiggled her bottom onto my hardness while I traced the edges of the dress that gave me plenty of access to her back. We did get a bare titted selfie or two to add to my collection. My twin took a close shot of her hand groping a hardness in the dark fabric of my trousers. It was fun being naughty in public.

It was time for the show. No sooner than we were aiming to line up at the door than an usher approached us.

"Do you mind if I card you? You look young."

We retrieved our licences.

"Very sexy dress I might add and such a handsome partner."

"Oh, you are young, just eighteen, but the exciting thing is your twins. Alexandria and Jake will be so pleased. They often want to meet twins after the show."

"That sounds exciting, I read that they are very dynamic on stage."

"I hope you two are prepared, they may just redefine your understanding of twinness with this show. It will certainly liberate the bard in your mind." She showed us to our seats.

It was then that the first shock happened. The theatre was in the round, we were up the back, but it was only five rows deep on all four sides. We had a very close view of the open set. Sparsely furnished but obviously inside a ship's cabin. We became aware that in the bunk, two figures were making out. The theatre lights were high enough that patrons could find seats. Two heads, dark-haired, kissing and giggling, moving under the thin sheet.

We looked at each other.

I whispered, "OMG," then "just like us last night."

They are so into each other that the audience didn't exist.

We only saw heads and kissing, but they were clearly in foreplay mode. Sometimes she even ducked her head low under the sheet. Oral?

The lights dimmed and we were reminded to turn phones off and strictly no photographs. This is an R-rated show. Please leave now if incest and sexual activity offend you.

The lights went down leaving only a solitary hurricane lantern hanging, swinging over the set, the action on the set got hotter. The sheet started falling off and we were looking at their upper nude bodies, fuck they were identical except her small boobs were in his mouth. As we felt the shock of this intimacy, the sound of waves increased, the set appeared to rock the guy moved between her legs. Shit was he about to enter her? A large clap of thunder rent the theatre, gasps were heard, her's heard above the audience. Did he just, lightning, fuck, his hard penis is just there at her, darkness, sounds, more lightning showed, maybe, in that flash that he was buried in her. If doubts were there, it was dispelled by the next series of light flashes, she was riding him, from our angle, no surely not. Darkness, the next flash the storm grew violent he had her legs over his shoulders, her body on full display, her mons pushing up to meet his thrusts, which we saw clearly, before darkness. Then they were doggy. She was on her hands and knees he was riding her back, his mouth clamped around her neck. Change once more, she was kneeling, he was behind, hands on her breasts as she cried out in pleasure, their heads together. This was the most shocking, they were identical, identical twins and they were fucking. I realised my Sister's hand was squeezing my cock tight. She snuggled into me.

Then a sailor burst into the room. Holding a lantern, pulling them apart, shaking his head as if to say not again. We saw more exposed genitals Sebastian's penis looked very moist, could he have actually been in her? The captain pushed them out a door that did not exist, and he picked up a trunk. Two naked siblings now in fear clutching each other, the deck leached, sounds were incredible as timbers broke, mast fell, the trunk thrown overboard, actors disappeared and final darkness, silence, except for the noises of the crew removing the set.

The captain and the girl are lying on the beach her hair is wet she is totally naked. Her pubic hair was wet as well. He stands and opens the trunk, she is distraught.

"What country friend is this?" The Shakespeare starts and is alive. He hands her clothes from the trunk to dry herself.

"This is Illyria Lady."

She traces the name Sebastian on the trunk, "My brother is in Elysium."

I knew from the notes that that is a paradise for dead heroes. She is grieving, and clinging to the trunk, the dialogue goes on and the captain binds her breasts and dresses her in her brother's clothes. I know my sister and I are in tears. The play then lurches from scene to scene, sexy at times, full of innuendo. Her Brother appears and the confusion begins.

Interval happens so quickly, surprisingly, as we are over an hour in. We stand, and can't help but kiss. Our usher meets us as we step down the risers.

"The twins would love to meet you, if you don't mind stepping this way."

We were eager to meet them. Just off stage in a wing, we were greeted by the two identical twins, dressed in identical Shakespearean garb.

Our eyes were trying to work out which was the girl. Their eyes were looking at us, appraising our very likeness, it was something we were used to as twins.

"Wow you are so young and beautiful, I trust that was not too much for you?"

"Too much and not enough." I squeezed my Sister.

"It was, wow, more than intimate. It made me want my Brother even more."

"So," we were asked, "are you two intimate, as in more than siblings?"

"That's certainly getting to the point," I answered, "yes, but not like that, I mean not that far."

"But we are planning to, after our exams, go like all the way," my Sister said looking lovingly in my eyes.

"So you love each other. You can probably tell I love my sister a lot. Intimately, a lot."

"Were you actually doing it?" I asked.

"Now that's telling," Alex said.

"Let's say that we have a challenge. How many times can I actually... penetrate... as we change positions? It's a bit hit and miss."

"Tonight, we were inspired because we were told you were in the audience," the female voice, I assume was Alexandrina, answered.

"We need to get ready for the second act, but will you meet us after the show for drinks?"

"Yes, oh definitely, we are new to our feelings and you're the first sibling lovers we have ever met," Sandi breathed her desire to find out more.

"Then after the show, we will get a bit mobbed at the end, just wait around, most disappear because the last ferry leaves, we will make sure you get safely home."

Suddenly we were thrown back into the bard's world of rich language and mayhem. The end came up and we knew that the siblings married the duke and countess separately. The grand reunion of Brother and Sister happened and more nudity occurred, not only was Cesario unbound to reveal Viola's breasts, but the Lady Olivia undid Sebastian's codpiece to reveal his semi-hardness. She led him away by his cock, as they prepared for the weddings. It was sad that the siblings who started so intimately were taking the route of marriages that denied them, each other.

But during the wedding scene, we are treated to one last bit of scandal. The twins disappeared into a side room and were lit with a solo spot. His tights around his ankles, his bare bottom thrusting, as he takes her up against a wall, her white wedding dress bunched. They use the entry just next to us, and I can tell you he achieved penetration. The brother takes the bride, we know that their love will never be denied.

Curtain, and the house erupts.

The theatre was animated with reactions, the foyer packed, until the last ferry is announced and suddenly it is empty.

Jake and Alex spotted us, they were dressed in normal street clothes. It's like they are friends, old friends. We briefly hug and shake hands. Then we sit near the bar, which is closing.

"It must be exhausting," Sandi starts.

"All that starting and never finishing," I decided to be upfront about what we saw.

"Oh, I finished alright," Jake grinned, "in the dressing room as we got changed."

"Fuck," my twin groaned.

"Exactly," Alexandrina smiled.

"So have you guys had enough and need to go home or would you like to join us on our boat, for drinks and a chat. It's just out there."

We hesitated, a boat and all the sexual energy.

Jake picked up on it. "We aren't trying to pick up swinging partners. We are very exclusive to each other. Just to share stories and journeys."

"We used to swing with my best friend, Stephanie, but decided no, we only wanted and needed each other," Alexandrina added.

We sighed some relief, "In that case yes, we would be honoured," I answered

"Then let's go, I can lend you a coat if it gets too chilly out there for you," Alex said to Sandi.

The boat was definitely right there. Apparently, it was owned by the company for VIP work and accommodation of guest actors if required.

"We have a driver who will take you home when you need to go. Better than an Uber. She is probably sleeping right now, but she is a good sort."

We had a tour of the yacht, not quite a luxury yacht but bigger than a fishing cruiser. Then we settled on the top deck with magnificent views of the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge.

"This must be magnificent on New Year's Eve."

"I'm told it is."

"We would love to play in that building, indicating the Opera House wouldn't we darling," Alex added looking up at Jake.

"But we couldn't do this show, we get away with it here in the name of experimental theatre."

"And you have no trouble, you know, getting it up."

"Sometimes yes, but the voyierism helps, we both get off a bit on others watching. Maybe it was our friend Stephanie who helped us walk through our traumatic early years. I think because we had to be so secret. We wanted someone to see and share our love."

"But enough about us for the moment, you guys, it's never how did you meet with twins, but where are you up to in your love journey? You are obviously very in love."

"I'll start," Sis answered. "I've always been in love with my brother, like since forever, just didn't think it was possible. Dave was a little slower to get over the Taboo."

She went on to explain our dressing gowns and that we had only just started doing stuff this week.

"We are both virgins, but thoroughly enjoying learning about each other's bodies. We are doing a lot of oral."

"So what's holding you back, conscious, parents?"

"Exams. We have our English exam on Tuesday. We decided that fucking each other's brains out before then would be counterproductive."

"So Year Twelve?"

"We've only been eighteen for what four weeks now, but I certainly want my brother to try some of those positions we saw you guys doing tonight. Most educational."

"Not that I think we can use much of tonight's insights in our essays," I chuckled.

"So we are saving it. This is our first date."

"We are honoured, but what an eye-opener for you."

"Do I detect an Aussie accent, we sort of assumed you were English?"

"Bloody oath you do! Born and raised in Adelaide, but we spend most of our time in England and on the Continent these days. We always do the Adelaide Art Festival though. Our old company insists."

"So do your parents know, Sandi?"

"No, but maybe, I think they suspect."

"But they haven't hit the roof.?"

"Apart from Mum always walking on me and maybe trying to catch us in the act. It's actually our subdifuse that has kind of backfired."

My twin went on to explain how I was being lovesick over someone else but I wasn't.

"Oh, that's delicious."

"And your Father actually had honest talks about how if it happened between you two, they would both understand?" Jake clarified.

"After our experience, that is so heart-warming to hear," Alexandria smiled.

"So you said yours was traumatic?" I probed.

"More so, we faced a tyrannical psychotic mother with a massive knife that she cut our stuff to pieces with."

"Fortunately we weren't home or it would have been a double murder," Alex added holding her Brother tight.

"We still get traumatised when we hear tales of other twins being disowned and kicked out, all sorts of things happen. We try to support them when we can."

"It's so good to hear one story that looks like it will turn out all right. But the fat lady hasn't sung yet. So take the last stage carefully. Incestual taboo brings strange reactions. If you have trouble, reach out."

We shared and shared. Intimate, but not deliberately erotic. Two sibling couple openly enjoying their partner. I was as horny as and in truth my hard-on was aching.

Just then my Father rang.

"Oh sorry I meant to let you know, we are being entertained by the main actors in the play, who are twins like us."

....

"It's wonderful, just chatting and yes having a drink. The show was..."

....

"Oh, you read the reviews,"

......

"Yes that and more, educational I think Sandi said."

Sandi took the phone.

...

"Hi Dad, no don't take Mum too it. Or maybe you should."

...

"Jake just said he can get you complimentary tickets for next Wednesday, if you like."

I took the phone back.

...

"No, they have a driver who will take us directly home when we are ready, but it could be very early in the morning."

...

"I'll let him know." Dad hung up.

"Do you think it would be a good idea given they have twins as kids?" I asked.

"It would certainly open up discussions for you. What was the best part for you, Sandi?"

"That scene, where she is holding the trunk, with his name on tracing the letters, fearing him dead, when just moments before she was holding his body in ecstasy." I cried my heart out.

"So did I, I couldn't imagine life without my Sister."

"It's nearly three in the morning, normal for us actors but you have a way to go. But can I be bold as to make a suggestion? Go and freshen up together. Let that love out, while you can. I know I'm more than wanting to take my brother to our cabin right now," Alexandrina sparkled.

We looked at each other and nodded lustful agreement.

"We meet up in half an hour, I'll put our driver on notice. Expect the boat to be rocking."

"My god, we are so turned on," I said as I kissed my Sister in the cabin

"I want to do it so much, right now, but..."

"I know, not now, but definitely oral. I want to keep that dress on though. Fuck, it has me raging."

Images of our friends on stage flashed through my mind, the rocking boat, all added to the urgency of my kisses, then my tongue. We ended up back in sixty-nine, my head buried under her dress. Her thong pushed sideways to make room for my tongue. We heard Alexandrina scream her pleasure. My twin joined her in climactic chorus.

"Fuck my throat, bro!" My sister lay back her head hanging off the mattress, "I want you all the way in. Sebastian, violate your Viola."

I lined up and my sister devoured my cock. Her hands behind me, clinging to my hips. Her body arched in the reverse of Viola's body in the play, but she took my manhood deeper and deeper. I was worried about her breathing.

She slapped me, as before, "All the way," she groaned.

That did it and in two thrusts my groin was meeting her chin, my balls slapping her chin.

"I'm cumming," I grunted and spasmed deep, my spunk directly travelling down her gasping oesophagus. I pulled back and out and buried my head into her labia allowing her climax, that had already begun, to play out as it rolled through her body.

There was a shower in the room. We took the liberty to freshen up, even though my sister still looked as if she was thoroughly face fucked. Back in clothes we met the Twelfth Night twins on the deck.

"My god you two, that sounded awesome, sure you weren't fucking."

"Only my face," My Sister grinned the widest grin, licking her lips.

"You two are precious. Let's exchange deets. Let me know if your olds want to experience incestual taboo. I'll get the box office to hold tickets for them."

Just then a young lady arrived on deck dressed in a driver's uniform.

"Meet our driver and best friend, Stephanie. She also does our makeup."

"That best friend?"

"Yes," said Alexandrina, "perhaps you can fill them in on your way, Steph."

"I have an intercom, so you can chat while you cuddle or feel free to close the hutch."

"But so you know, Jake here took my virginity, but I've been essentially a lesbian since then."

"You make it sound like I did a bad job," Jake groaned.

"Oh no, he's a stud, just loves his sister too much. Which is how it should be. Where to?"

"Heathcote."

"Great, I'll have time to give you all the goss."

"Don't traumatise them, we want them back as friends."

It certainly was an enlightening trip. We couldn't believe they were only twenty-five.

"His age explains Jake's stamina," Sis sniggered. "But I have to say you are as well proportioned as him."

We arrived home at almost 4 am. Mum and Dad were up having coffee. We did give them a text of our ETA, once we had cleared the Harbour Bridge.

"So spill." Dad was unfront as usual.

We explained, without details, how Jake and Alex were so alike they could do the Shakespeare switcheroo with little effort. In fact, we found out after the show that they had swapped roles that night a number of times and we were none the wiser.

"So erotic and incestuous?"

Sandi almost choked on her hot chocolate.

"Yes, it starts off on the ship as Brother and Sister lovers. Then a ship wreck while they were... So when Viola found out her Brother had presumably died at sea, it was more than a double loss. It was so sad, I could hardly see through my tears."

"I was the same."

"Wow, and that was before the play had almost begun?"

"Yes, it was so powerful. It also made Duke Orsino's love for Lady Olivia look trivial."

"We should go?"

"Well, be prepared to be shocked."

"I don't know we are much older than you, we have been around a bit."

"If you go, you will have tickets waiting but..." I paused trying to put the right words together"

"Yes, go on," Mum waited.

"But could you handle seeing your own twins in the same situation," I cautioned.

"If you lost your Brother, Sandi, I doubt you would recover," Mum added.

"And if we were lovers?" Sandi pushed

"I'm not sure your Brother is quite where you are sweety."

"You wouldn't disown us?"

"No. I'm not sure how I would cope. Because I do want to be a Grandmother."

"So that's your main objection," I blurted stunned.

There was silence. I decided to lead with our plan.

"We have exams. My eyes were certainly opened tonight. But I refuse to think about it until after we finish our exams. Then we will see."

"I'll work on seducing him then," my Sister half joked. But only because she had already seduced me.

"Well, I'm glad it was educational. I think we should go to the play, at least we will be on the same page as our kids."

After lunch, I messaged Jake about the tickets.

We had both slept in until midday, then we studied Maths.

Later we did a practice essay on how the Bard translates to modern audiences. We had been warned that oversharing and sexual content, out of a tight context, would get our papers nullified and social workers called. It referred to suicide particularly, but anything taboo would draw a similar line.

So it was good to reframe what we had just lived, into the neutral tones of a Bard, who mixed genders in the First Elizabethan Period, at a time when the Puritans took hold of morals.

The next two weeks were a roller coaster of exams and study. We even stopped our teeth cleaning routine. We restricted ourselves to hand jobs and fingering until we had finished. Stress relief was at times necessary, as were celebratory pashes.

Mum and Dad went to Twelfth Night, they agreed it was educational, but refused to talk about it until after our last exams.

Mum put on a roast dinner and a bottle of bubbly. We toasted the end of an era and chatted. But we knew the main event of the night was coming: The discussion.

"So did the Theatre change you, put any ideas in each other's heads," Dad led.

"Frankly no," I answered "they were there well before then."

"We are still virgins FYO. It hasn't changed that," my Sister offered.

"Wow, I'm surprised," Mum said.

"Only because of my Brother... I might have done him years ago."

"But you're in love, David?" Mum queried.

"Yes, but not Anneka. Definitely always with Sandi."

"Sorry, Mum and Dad that was my fault, we needed an excuse for why Dave had my gown on. It sort of backfired. We couldn't very well say we were beginning to play around, you know, and I wanted my brother's smells."

"Specifically spunk, Sis,"

"True, on my gown."

"Oh, Oh!" Dad got it.

" But exams were coming up. I always wanted my brother to be doing what Sebastian did at the beginning of the play."

"I must say your father learnt a new position that night. It got our passions going that's for sure."

"Mum!"

"You guys started it."

"But are you stopping it, us?"

"I'll take that Larry. It was the last scene that had the biggest impact. If you went down the lovers' path, then if you married someone else, you would either so quickly cheat and break those vows or never be able to see each other again. In our book both those options would be a tragedy."

"I'm afraid that being twins is a lose-lose unless you attach to each other for life. We would also lose," Dad added honestly.

"We'll tell you the story of Jake and Alex one day. They lost their family and their mother. Although they still get on with their Dad."

"That's the thing about the play. For me, it was the trunk scene. I imagined you, Sandi clutching to it in despair, a memory only of your brother. My heart was broken. In fact, I wanted to come home and find you fucking your brains out after that," Mum was genuinely concerned.

"But you had Maths the next morning, that would kill the libido of any human," Dad joked.

"We so desperately want to give each other our virginities and life-time commitment."

"What have you done so far?"

"Without oversharing, the oral has given us a lot of relief."

"Waiting has meant I've been able to master that art a bit," my twin said casually.

I groaned and nodded.

"I think we will stop discussions right there," Mum said. "But do you have plans for doing it?"

"No, but yes. ASAP."

"If we made ourselves scarce after dinner would that help?"

"I think the less time I have to think about it, the less nervous I will be," I said

"Then hubby, take me out on a dirty night, right now, any motel with a vacancy will do. I want to be thinking about you between my legs, not my Son between my daughters."

The house was suddenly ours.

"Fuck condoms, I wanted to do it bareback."

"Mum got me on the pill before the formal. Wait was she thinking we might?"

"Shit. I think our parents just outplayed us.... I don't care."

I scooped my Sister up and carried her to Mum and Dad's room. I didn't in that moment give a damn whose bed.

We kissed passionately and it seemed like forever as we lost all clothing. The sheets were crisp and cool.

"Wait on, did they... buggers."

"I have a better idea."

I raced to our bedrooms and came back with our dressing gowns.

"On these, they started it."

"Oh yes, and they won't be looking for the wet spot later."

"No, they won't."

"OH yes, Mum would!" we exclaimed together.

We were now paying special and intimate attention to each other's genitals.

"What position do we use?"

It felt a bit planned.

"I want it missionary, vanilla, I want to look in your eyes as I go in."

"Yes please, simple love, take me like the man you are. Later we can try all the Twelfth Night positions."

I started to go down on my Sister. She held my head back.

"And no foreplay Brother, I'm so ready. She took my cock and rubbed my leaking precum in her folds."

"It might hurt, you have a decent Virginal Corona."

"I don't care, stop talking and fuck me."

I didn't slam home, as tempting as my impulsive male hormones wanted me to. Instead, I looked into my twin's eyes. Eyes that I knew better than my own. Doting eyes that doted on me to a new level in that moment.

I engaged my glans. There was a place I could not see, yet in that moment, I fit snug. I kissed my sister and pushed. It was a long steady push. I saw her eyes smart, I felt her stretch around my glans, then tighten back as my frenulum passed through her virgin passage.

My twin, true to our twin connection, pushed back at the same slow pace.

"So far, Dave, so full, yes, yes, I... wow."

I slipped a bit and it was clear I had breached her virginity.

"Don't stop."

We made love with our eyes, as our genitals confirmed the love with stretching and depth. Her insides, which were as tight as a glove, gloved my penis with her silken skin. She was more than lubricated for the task.

I pushed until I was stopped, I was buried deep. Our blond bushes of pubic hair met and as bean plants wrapped themselves together in our love. Well, they could have, because we did not, under any circumstances, want to part. I was happy for them to grow together.

Then we kissed for ages, I could feel my Sister loosening. My cock pulsed with her body's automatic gripping and releasing.

"Now my wonderful twin, now it's time to move. I could say make love to me, but right now just go with fuck, because you can't love me more than you do."

So I slowly pulled out. Then in, then out. Gradually we began fucking. I knew I would not last long, but I was at least determined to help my Sister cum with me. I put my left hand over her shoulder to hold myself up and started caressing her with my left as I kissed her. Then I had a brilliant idea. I took the arm of the dressing gown closest and used this to caress her breasts and nipples. This sent her through the roof. The silk-touch of a million fibres played on her skin.

Her nipples puckered. I bent, sucked one, then the other. Then this fabric hand found her clit. By now I was indeed fucking her. Her feet planted in the bed and she fucked me back, until we could hold out no more. We came hard and loud, I managed half a dozen spurts. I doubt her climax stopped, I went until I could pump no more. My glans were painfully sensitive. Her vagina continued to tremble on my bent stalk as it pushed up into the back of her clitoris.

"That is so the spot, but fuck Bro, pull out, too much."

I did and it became clear she had bled.

"I'm glad it's on your gown Bro. Shit, you're a stud already, wow. I guess it won't show as much in the deep blue.

"Don't speak too soon," I said as I showed her the blood-stained arm of her gown that I had been pushing into her clit as we came.

We laughed and rolled on our gowns, and delighted in celebrating that these dressing gowns had helped us to cross the bridge of enduring love.

"Darling, how quickly can you get hard again?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, we only have the night to ourselves. I want you to make me scream your name, all night."

"I think we need to wash off some blood, then I'm sure your tongue can work its magic."

We washed and as we did I stiffened up.

"Take me here, against the tiles, with the water flowing."

"Sort of that last position that closed Twelfth Night."

"Yes, that one."

It was my bum rutting as I thrust deep into my twin. She put her legs around my hips and this time we fucked.

"Change, on the floor."

Sandi went into Doggy. "Yes, but keep the water away, it's drying me out."

There was still plenty of sperm up her vagina, but she had a point. This time I was presented with that puckered clean rosebud, so I ducked down and tongued it before adding my spittle to her swollen labia.

"It still tastes of blood."

"You're probably stopping it from healing, but don't stop. I don't want to walk tomorrow," my sister gasped

I entered her and my thumb entered her bum a few thrusts later. Culminating in her she screaming as her climax took her. She was struggling to stay kneeling. So I lifted her up and held her torso to me while she was still implanted on my penis. I was kneeling behind. The angle changed, I felt myself moving in my Sister through my thumb. My curved penis pushing on the internal adjoining wall. That was it! I came hard filling my sister again.

We extracted ourselves and almost crawled to our towels.

"Food, I need energy, sugary food." I gasped.

In the fridge, we found half an apple pie. This we devoured. My sister sat on the table while I sat on the chair. She fed me like a baby. I was getting quite messy around the mouth. This meant I was level with her pussy. Every now and again I'd wipe my chin on her pubes.

"A veritable murkin," I uttered.

"You've been watching too much QI, Dave. Clean me up."

I proceeded to lick and suck the sweet sauces from her groin.

"Good cream pie! The last time I fed here it was missing the cream." I then ate my Sister, to another climax.

"I think you're messier now Bro," she smirked.

"Then let me share it with you."

I stood, my penis raging once again. My Sister was more than lubricated. But she was tight. We fucked again. That position was built for power. I had the most amazing view of my penis pistoning in and out. I said as much.

"Next time, please film it for me."

My phone was nowhere in reach, and in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it was flat somewhere.

I pulled my Sister up so she could hug my torso, and could watch between her legs as well.

"That's incredible Dave, oh, the curve of your dick."

I pulled out a bit and slid in again feeling my glans pushing up on her clit from the inside. I think they call it the G Spot.

"God, I can see it moving my skin."

My Sister pushed down where she had seen movement.

"Fuck, yes I can feel that. I'm going to cum, Sis."

My cock was deep, pressing against the inside top of her mons. I pressed with my palm on her mons and clit and we both came.

I wanted to crawl up onto the table to cuddle my twin, but sensibly she suggested the nearest bedroom, which was hers. We did make it giggling, all the way down the hall falling onto the walls with jelly legs: Our juices dribbling down her legs and dripping from my cock. We fell into each other's arms satisfied and exhausted.

Oops! We failed to lock the door?

Mum got her wish. Her kids making love to each other.

She quietly closed the door and went about cleaning the kitchen. In fairness to her, it was past midday when they returned. The sun had been rising as we stumbled into my Sister's bed.

When my Sister woke, she had me rising again, even though I was asleep. She was enjoying riding me, when Mum opened the door.

From that moment on, we lived together. Mum stopped coming into our rooms. Although we lived at home until we finished our first degrees. I went on to get a doctorate in English literature, writing my thesis on incestuous themes in Elizabethan literature.

My Sister, became a popular podcaster. Her channel was subscription-only for twins. She had strict community rules and verifiable proof was required for admittance. Her principal angle was advice on incest between siblings. We didn't do that brother live sex show thing.

She hooked up with a genetic Councelling group, which provided exclusive services and advice. As a result, my Sister fell pregnant and we now have three children of our own. The oldest, a boy and two twin identical Sisters. The lad had no hope. Grandma was happy.

As for Jake and Alexandrina, we saw them every time they were in Sydney. They often joined my online lectures from around the world, to provide some master classes in interpreting the Bard. They told me later that they used to try to fit twelve sexual positions in that opening scene to go with the title Twelfth Night.

But I will never forget that shipwreck scene at the Ensemble. It shaped my love life and career. It even gave me my Sister, and it was foundational to our parents accepting our incestuous love.

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Thank you for your support of my work. I'm not planning on extending this one. But stand by for the conclusion to Twelfth Night Twins. I look forward to your feedback.