We are fraternal twins, even though we officially share different birthdays: My brother was born a few minutes before midnight, while I was born a few minutes after midnight. After having inhabited the same tiny space for nine months together, it is perhaps no wonder that we are both so close, and always have been. It is often said that twins tend to share some special bond, able to "know" about the other at seemingly all times even when separated by great distances, and that has certainly been the case between us.
Even once our parents had brought us home from the hospital, they would tell family and friends, my brother and I were never content to be apart. We had separate bedrooms, but whenever we were not in direct sight of each other, we would both cry and fuss. After nearly two weeks of virtually no sleep, our parents relented and finally placed us in the same room, but even then, we were not content until we occupied the same crib, against their better judgment... but that was the key to both our happiness and their sanity.
As we grew older, there was very little that one of us ever did without somehow involving the other. Perhaps not surprisingly, we shared a number of similar interests. We typically had the same friends. We even tended to wear similar clothes, and almost always wore all-black outfits. Certainly, we fought on occasion, just like any other pair of siblings, but there was no doubt to anyone that my brother and I were inseparable, and also fiercely loyal to each other in all situations.
Only Siamese twins could be closer.
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About a month after our eighteenth birthdays, it was the final morning of a wonderful summertime camping trip together in the forest, just the two of us: just me and my big brother, just me and my twin. We were over an hour from home and a good two miles from the nearest known road, camping in our favorite spot several hundred yards off a little-used hiking trail.
Since well before daybreak, through a variety of positions, my brother had been continually sheathed within my body. The continual bubbling sounds of the nearby stream and the dim sunlight penetrating the thin blue canvas were seemingly the only things that existed outside the confines of the tent.
All that mattered now was that I hold off his inevitable explosion for as long as possible. Somehow, my mind reasoned that the longer we could stay so intimately connected, the longer we could delay our return to civilization and its many taboos.
At the twin sensations of his finger gently strumming my extended clitoris and his solid manhood throbbing deep inside my all-too-willing body, I quivered around him yet again as another deep, passionate moan escaped my lips. I wanted only to remain like this forever, to always hold my big brother's magnificent anatomy deep, deep within me, to be eternally filled and rendered complete, whole. As he lay on his back upon the stacked sleeping bags, I straddled him, my knees pressed tightly to the sides of his torso as I leaned back, my hands grabbing his slightly-parted legs just below the knees, my back arched and thus thrusting my heaving chest into the air. Even to my own ears, my breathing was loud, coming in gasps as my clitoris was played like a well-tuned guitar string. I fought desperately to remain still upon this thick, hot invader, but my body nonetheless moved slowly up and down the well-slickened shaft.
"I want my baby sister to cum for me."
My big brother's voice sounded distant and faint, as if nearly lost in the static of my desire as my ears strained to find a clearer frequency. I wanted what he wanted, yet I knew that if I allowed myself to succumb to the torrential waves of pleasure just barely being kept at bay by the dam of my quickly-crumbling willpower, my domino would fall and topple his.
My eyes clenched tightly shut, I tried desperately to distract my mind and my body with other thoughts. I thought of the long philosophical discussion we had had on Friday night while we sat cuddling in the stream. I remembered laying in the grass yesterday morning as he massaged me. I recalled our afternoon hike to the top of the mountain and the breathtaking view of the vast plain stretching to the eastern horizon. Yet my mind kept quickly returning to those taboos of our wonderful weekend alone: the images of our joining, the sound of his lustful growls in my ear, the feel of his sweaty skin beneath my fingernails.
That last forbidden thought plunged my consciousness back into the present, focusing all sensations on my taut clitoris. With the next pass of my big brother's fingertip, my world simultaneously disintegrated and detonated. Without being truly aware of anything but the tidal wave of primal pleasure surging through every millimeter of my body, I could feel strong arms crushing me and hear a long, strangled cry in my ear.
