*David*
I could get used to waking up the way I did that day. I didn't want to get used to it though, I wanted to feel that sense of absolute gob smacked wonder at waking up next to my twin sister Dana every day for the rest of my life.
Being in love with her when we were teenagers, and our parents' absolute opposition to it, ultimately lead to our family tearing itself apart in a single night. My father and I had come to blows and I was literally thrown out of the house.
From that night on mine and Dana's lives had been almost completely separate. I enlisted in the army the next morning and had been in basic training on 9/11. I had served tours in Afghanistan and Iraq conducting counter-insurgency operations until I was wounded by an IED, bad enough to take me out of theater but not enough to end my career. I filled the rest of my twenty-three year career as an urban combat instructor. Now that I had retired I took a job with a security company to train police and corporate security officers.
Dana had gone to college, made a half-hearted attempt at a singing career (a pity because she really did have the voice of an angel), got married, had kids, divorced, and was running a successful business.
The divorce had been bad. Bruce had been making threats and harassing her and her twins at all hours. It was the first time Dana and I had seen each other in person since that night, and I was taking her to a shooting range to train with the handgun she bought and taught her how to strike his soft spots if he managed to close with her. He showed up one night while I was there, and on her front step I introduced myself and told him about three things. First was to remind him that not only had I participated in infantry combat with all that entailed, but that I was good enough at it that the army tasked me with training other soldiers on how to do it. Second, that because of him I had had to come and teach my sister enough of those things that she could protect herself, her kids, and how he was no longer welcome there. Third, that if he did manage to hurt her or the kids that I would burn my career and future to the ground to ensure that he would be permanently paralyzed from the neck down by the time he would stand trial. He got the point and never darkened my sister's doorstep again.
When I came back into the house from speaking with Bruce, Dana was looking around a corner from the kitchen. She relaxed when I calmly locked the door behind me. She ran into my arms and wept quietly.
No one can tell you how good just being family could feel, being the brother there to protect his sister. I looked over her shoulder and saw the twins peeking out of the hallway to the bedrooms.
That trip was the first time I had ever met her kids, twins Robbie and Simone. I recall thinking Robbie was remarkably stoic for a ten year-old given what was going on. I only caught glimpses of Simone. Dana said she was really shy, but when I did see her she had an intensity in her look that made me uneasy. Only recently had Dana explained it as her trying to read me.
I directed Dana's attention to them. She turned from me and opened her arms to them. Robbie's stoicism broken, Simone's shyness forgotten, they raced to her. I faded a few steps back, letting them have the moment.
At the time I had been wrestling with the idea of having a family of my own, but there was no one in my life that I even considered a potential partner. Looking at my sister and her kids I contemplated ways to be more in their lives. Then I scolded myself for indulging those fantasies.
The only other times we had been physically present together have been for the separate funerals for our parents. Dad's was five years ago, Mom's a couple of days ago. Both were sudden passings, Dad died in an industrial accident and Mom of a stroke. I regretted not having cleared things with Dad, but I couldn't bring myself to do so with Mom even then. Not that she seemed to have changed her frostiness towards me.
Dana had found Mom's diaries, and with them the secret that had set the paths of our lives. Mom and Dad had been twin brother and sister just like us. They had left their family to live as husband and wife, but they had done everything to keep Dana and I from having a relationship like theirs. Right there in bed with Dana I was happier than I had ever been, but I would have been lying if I still didn't feel traces of the shame Mom and Dad had built in me. Fuck the shame, I chose to love my sister.
I must have moved a bit too much because Dana stirred awake, lifting her head from my chest. She looked up at me and we just looked in each other's eyes in silence for several moments.
"You know," she said, "we should just take a day and spend it in bed together. It's not really a proper honeymoon without it and we won't have the opportunity when we get home."
"So tempting," I said, "but deadlines are a bitch and we only have three more days to clear everything out of here."
"Well damn, Sarge, you're no fun." She pouted while reaching down and taking me in hand. I groaned.
"I didn't say we couldn't have any fun." I slipped a hand between us and cupped her breast. She gave a throaty moan that was almost a purr.
She pulled herself up to kiss me, then threw a leg across to hold herself above me. With little preamble she set to taking me into herself.
"You seem anxious to go," I said, allowing her to set the pace.
"I was having lovely dreams. We had just had our date, and I snuck into your room in the middle of the night to find you ready for me. Mmm, I rode you like this while you caressed my body."
"Like this?" I asked and slid my hands from her hips, along the strong muscles of her abdomen and up to her breasts.
"Oh, yessss," she hissed. Dana's breasts were perfect. They were proud and high and exactly filled my hands. Holding and squeezing them somehow felt even more forbidden than the wonderful sensations her vagina was giving my penis. Her nipples were brown and contrasted with the pale skin of her tan lines. I tickled her along those lines.
She giggled.
"You brat. I don't usually have tan lines. A nice thing about working from home is that while the kids are at school I could go out by the pool and sunbathe completely naked. Sometimes I would take work calls, my computer on the side table, me completely naked talking a client through their tax liability."
Her pace bouncing on my dick had increased as she talked.
"I would definitely pay extra for an in person consultation with you like that."
"Only for you, and I would never charge family. The irony, summer vacation is the only time I have tan lines. But it would be good to have you there, I've always needed someone to oil my back."
I finally took her nipples between my fingers. They were barely longer than my fingers were thick, so I could pinch them with just enough rising above to lick, which was exactly what I intended to do.
I started to sit up to do just that, but Dana put her hands on my chest and pushed me back down.
"No, stay there. Keep pinching me like that."
"Like this?" I increased the pressure and added a little pull.
"Oh god, yes! Just like that!" She threw her head back, eyes closed, her muscles started to quiver. Her hips pounded up and down, swallowing and releasing my cock in her heavenly grip.
"More, David, please more."
I did as the lady asked. I pulled harder on her nipples, my eyes glued to her face to catch the first sign that it was becoming too much. All I saw were the contortions of trying to hold back a tide of pleasure until it became too much to contain.
"Aaaaah FUCK!" Dana screamed. Her hands clapped up and covered mine, demanding even more pressure on her breasts. Her body quaked, head thrown back feeling every bit of the pleasure she had taken from me. Her vagina became a vice. She ground her hips into mine. I fought back the temptation to release myself into her, I wanted more.
She opened her eyes, the same beautiful brown eyes I had fallen in love with when we were teens. At the time I thought I would never see anything more beautiful, but I could cut that kid some slack as he had no way to know the vision his sister would become.
Dana dropped herself back on top of me. She took my face in her hands and gave me a kiss that tolerated no resistance. As if any was offered.
"You haven't finished," she observed.
"No."
"Good. I want you to use me like I just used you."
"Yes, ma'am," I said. I planted a foot and opposite hand on the bed, wrapped the other arm around Dana and flipped us both over. Dana squealed, and once again when I rolled her over face down and pulled her back under me.
"Oh god, I love how you move me like that, oh fuck, yes!" The last was as I lifted her hips and drove myself back into her.
There weren't any words from there. I put a hand onto her shoulders to keep her down. She didn't have much leverage to participate in what I was doing upon her, just like she asked, but she definitely tried to meet me in every thrust. Her tight bubble butt quivered from the impacts I was giving. She moaned with each thrust while I was quietly focused on pursuing my release.
My pace quickened, and soon release was irresistible. I grabbed her hips and buried myself as deeply into her as I could and gave in to my eruption. I roared with the orgasm. The pleasure tearing through me almost drove me to unconsciousness. Through it all I heard Dana wailing a perfect high note.
I managed to roll to the side while I collapsed, falling next to Dana rather than on her. The only sound in the room was two forty-one year olds trying to catch their breaths after fucking like teenagers.
"Okay," gasped Dana once she got herself turned over, "that should hold me over until tonight."
"Dear god, woman, are you really my sister or some sort of nymph changeling?"
She laughed, musically as I should have expected.
