(This story is a continuation of Part I, in which Josh admits to his new college roommate how he and his twin sister Jess began having a sexual relationship after they both graduated high school.)
Part II: Just Like My Father
Jess and I did it a lot after that first time, mostly late at night. She would sneak into my room already naked, and get under the covers with me and ask me to make love to her. It didn't take much to get me hard, then I would just roll on top of her and give it to her missionary style for as long as it took for us to both cum. Or if I was feeling horny first I would sneak into her room and lock the door. I would start by kissing her body but if that didn't wake her up she would always come to when I pulled her panties down her legs. She liked it when I got a little rough with her. Pinning her down to the bed, a little choking. I got really good at making her cum by just eating her out. When she was on her period she let my titty fuck her and blast on her face but other that she never wanted me to pull out. We once had sex six times in one night. She took every drop of my semen in her pussy. I remember when she finally got up to go to the bathroom I could see my cum leaking out of her and streaming down her legs. We were both so sore the next day that we didn't fuck at all for a few days after that. Then we went back to our nightly routine.
Until my mother caught us in bed together. We must have finished having sex around midnight, then we fell asleep together in my bed, both of us naked and exhausted. We didn't hear her knocking on Jess's door. Her alarm was going off, but neither of us heard it. Jess had left her door wide open that night and she had forgot to lock mine when she entered my room.
"Have you seen Jess?" my mom asked loudly as she burst through my door, only to find me and my sister spooning, the sheets only covering from our knees down, my arms still wrapped around her, my crotch pressed up against my twin sister's perfectly round bottom.
"Holy shit," she exclaimed, frozen in the doorway.
I woke up first. "Jesus Mom, it's not what it looks like."
"Yes it is." She knew better.
Finally Jess's eyes fluttered open. "Hi, Mom" she said, groggily, stretching her muscles as she awakened, which only pressed her naked body against me harder. I could tell my dick was already hard. Morning wood. This didn't look good.
Jess heard her alarm clock and dashed back to her room to shut it off, prancing past our mother like she wasn't even there.
This left me naked and extremely nervous. My mom just stood there. When my sister returned she was wearing panties and an unbuttoned shirt that did a very poor job of hiding her jiggly breasts.
"So this is why you wanted to keep taking birth control" she confronted my sister first.
"Well ya, Mom, you don't want me getting pregnant do you?"
"NOT BY HIM!" she shouted, pointing at me.
"Not by anybody yet Mom."
My Mom just stood there, not knowing what to say to Jess I guess, so she turned back to me.
"I know you two have always been close, but Jesus I never thought you would take it this far." She said, almost crying.
"We're all adults now" I offered as our only defense.
"He's really good to me" my sister offered.
"I don't want to hear it." My Mom barked. "Go take a shower" she ordered my sister.
She stared at me lying there, then shook her head. "You're just like your father. I don't want to deal with this right now. I'll talk to you later." Then she stormed off. I really thought she might beat the shit out of both of us, but she just turned around and left.
We didn't talk at all that day. It was a Saturday. We went our separate ways. Jess probably went out with her friends. My Mom went to her daycare job. I hung out at the gym. We avoided each other at night.
After it was time for bed I knew I wouldn't be banging my sister that night, and maybe not even ever. So I was shocked when around midnight I heard the door softly open and shut. But then it wasn't my sister's voice; it was my mother's.
"Look I'm sorry for blowing up at you two this morning. I don't approve of it but I guess I can understand. You are adults now and can make your own decisions, even bad decisions."
She walked over and sat on the side of the bed. "Look I was eighteen once too. I know how it is. I was that age when I met your father, and nineteen when I had both of you."
"What did you mean when you said I'm just like him? I barely knew him." He had died serving in Afghanistan early in the war. My mother had never remarried. Heck she hadn't even really dated. Then she survived a bout with cancer ten years ago. She always said that hysterectomy saved her life.
"Well you talk like him; your hair looks like his all messed up first thing in the morning. You're even built like him."
"What do you mean?"
"Your arms, your chin, that little dimple in your cheek, and even your penis looks just like his."
"Mom!"
"Well it's true Josh. Today is the first time I've seen it hard like that since you've become a grown man."
