She knew, how could she not? He was so obvious about it.
She bent over, lowering her pants and slipping her legs out. The closet wasn't large, just big enough to be considered a walk-in. The door almost closed, but the latch was broken, and just a sliver of space was left exposed. Just enough for him to see her. She always suspected he was the reason that the door latch was broken.
She knew he could see her, the mirror in front of her made that fact easily known. Sometimes she would catch his eyes and always pretend it didn't happen. She straightened up and ran her eyes across the mirror, the sliver of light that entered the bedroom from the closet cut across his bed. She could see the frantic movements under the covers. She could hear his muffled grunts.
Her shirt came off next, exposing a moderately sized chest in an unflattering bra. Nothing special, just everyday wear. But she did look over herself in the mirror, and thought it made her tits a bit perky. Tits, what an unseemly word. Not as unseemly as her twin brother right now as he only grew more animated under his covers.
She moved slightly out of sight and felt herself, moist. Wet. How very unseemly was it that she liked it? Inappropriate. But her body reacted, her skin flushed and her sex moistened. She dipped back into view, looking around the closet for her pajamas. She decided a silk shift would do. It was a warm night in their room after all. Warmer as their bodies reacted to each other. It was worse tonight then it was when they were younger. They hadn't been together for a year as she had went away for school while her brother had stayed. He had grown used to being alone in their room and only become more crude. Lost the subtlety of hiding his personal pleasure.
She removed her bra and let her breasts loose, it felt good and she had to scratch her back where the straps had ridden on her all day. Her chest pushed out and she restrained a smile as she heard flesh meet flesh as he stoked himself fiercely.
Her own reaction was leaving her desperate for a release soon as well. Her crotch wet enough to make her underwear soggy. She slowly put on the nightgown, wiggling a little more than necessary so her bottom would jiggle and bounce for him. For him.
Oh god, it was going to happen again. She couldn't resist. It was so wrong. So dirty. But so tantalizingly right. The truest bond in her life.
They had been each other's first so long ago when young and hormonal and dumb. Every first had been with each other. Her skin flushed as she remembered the first time he had touched her, the first taste, the first invasion.
He fit her like a puzzle piece, filling her completely and perfectly like no other man she had been with. Maybe because they were made together in the womb, maybe because it was so wrong that it made it all that more wicked and better. But he fit her, no matter where he went. And they had tried it all, and loved it. She would let him do things to her that no other man could. She loved it, to be his dirty little whore.
Her panties were so wet they must have been dripping at this point, she dare not feel them to find out, else she might not be able to take her hands off herself. She turned and slid open the closet door, her nipples hard and slipping across the silky shift as she moved. She came out and looked at the small room, the two twin beds and shared dresser. Her family wasn't rich and their house was small. The family had decided that since Monica and Maurice were twins that they had to share a room.
Little did they know the folly of that choice, and the trouble it would bring during the night. Where an innocent conversation about wondering what a kiss would feel like became something more. And more and more.
First a kiss, then a touch, then a tasting, then a lot of other things...
She bit her lip as she looked at her brother, his motions stilled as he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Maurie, are you okay?" She asked as she came to his bedside. "You seem to be out of breath."
"I'm fine, Mona." He said as he sat up. His blankets slid down, revealing a lean and fit torso. While she had been at school, he had been home working a construction job. Losing baby fat and gaining muscles. She sat on his bed's edge and reached out to touch his chest.
"Oh, you are all sweaty!" She said in disgust. He smelled delicious and manly as she ran her fingers through his chest hair, his skin moist under her touch. His body was fuzzy with a man's hair, no hairless Hollywood star. She adored it.
"Sorry, just hot." He said.
"Oh, let's get you uncovered then!" she said and quickly threw off his blanket, revealing a naked body underneath. Her hands went to her mouth in surprise, eyes wide in shock. "Oh!"
He was still holding his dick in one hand, his cum smeared everywhere as he had kept stroking after his orgasm using his own fluids as a lubricant. He was sticky and the smell of his seed filled the air.
"Sorry, you caught me..." he said with chagrin.
They always played this game, innocence and disbelief. She didn't know why. It was just part of their ritual, but they both knew what their were doing. The depravity to come. To cum.
