All characters engaging in sex acts are 18 or older.
Ryan knew who it was when he heard the creaking floorboard outside his door. In fact, he wondered what had taken so long. The door creaked, and he turned his back to it. He didn't want Annie seeing his expression, a mix of annoyed, panicked, and horny. It always amazed him how easily Annie snuck around their tiny apartment without mom hearing her. It must have had something to do with her taking so many double shifts. She was always tired and never had time for "bullshit."
Creak creak creak.
She moved across the floor. Ryan pretended to be asleep and hoped that it would do something. It didn't seem realistic for Annie to leave him alone. She never did. There was a sniffle. Whether Annie was genuinely upset or had worked herself into tears, there was no way to tell. It didn't really make a difference anyway.
The very last creak was the creak of Ryan's mattress. It dipped and he felt Annie's warm, soft body press against him. She sniffled nice and loud for good measure. He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it too. But he also wanted to resist. Annie's arms wrapped around him and she kissed his neck. "Ry," she croaked.
"Hey Annie, I'm up. I have a seven o'clock shift tomorrow." His protest sounded weak and hollow even to him.
"I just had to see you. Why are you acting so weird?"
"Weird?" Ryan thought he knew what she meant, but he knew Annie would be all over any admission he would give.
"Don't pretend like you don't know." How could her voice sound so helpless and forceful at the same time? She squeezed him hard, almost enough to hurt.
Ryan sighed. "Sunshine, I'm so tired. Just let me sleep."
"Don't you have time for me anymore? I've waited so long, Ry. I missed you so much. Didn't you think about me?"
Ryan opened his eyes and felt guilt as well. "Sunshine, of course I did."
"Then why are you giving me the cold shoulder?"
"Are you talking about when you tried to play footsie with me? Mom was right there."
"Don't be stupid, Ry. That's never stopped either of us. What's she gonna do?" She was still squeezing.
"Annie, you're hurting me!" Ryan squirmed and tried to get loose.
"You think this hurts? How about coming home and your twin brother treats you like a stranger?"
"Ugh... I'm sorry, ok? Let go."
Annie loosened her grip just a little. "I need to hear that you still love me, that you thought about me while we were apart."
"Of course I thought about you."
"Every night?" She kissed his neck again.
"Sunshine... I don't know..."
"I knew it! Why is it I always have to love you more? You're all I have, Ry. I bet you got a girlfriend at school too. You see another pair of tits and you forget about me. What am I supposed to do?" Her warm tears dripped on the back of his neck.
Ryan struggled to think of what to say, all of this was snowballing out of his control. He had been back for just a single day. It wasn't like before they went off to college, when she would come into his room just like she was doing now and they would fall into each other. Somehow these few years being out of the house had changed things. The things they used to do together, seemed like something responsible adults weren't supposed to do. He felt guilty every time they fucked, as if he were taking advantage.
Since mom was out so much, Ryan always had to be like a parent to both siblings. He cooked, he ran errands on his bike or on foot. But with Annie, his twin... wtll their relationship was anything but familial when she crawled into bed like this. He turned over in bed and faced her. She hadn't changed much since high school. Long straight hair so blonde it was almost white, eyes clear blue even in the dark of his bedroom.
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like their dad who had disappeared when they were little. She had a port wine stain on the side of her face, which was deep purple and went from her jaw down to her shoulder. Of course she had always been self-conscious about it, though Ryan told her it was beautiful. He believed it too. She had that look now. When she smiled her face lit up, and filled Ryan's heart with light. Likewise, when she cried, there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. It
hurt.
It was a strange feeling, knowing exactly what she was doing, but being completely unable to do anything about it. There was one thing he could do, with her in the bed with him. "Kitten, no... you know you're the only one for me."
"Then what about Kelly?" She had been the girlfriend that he had made the mistake of telling Annie about his freshman year. They were only together for a month, but Annie never let him forget. "I can smell the little bitch on you. You fucked her again, didn't you?"
"Oh my God, Annie. Stop." He kissed her, and it seemed to steady her for a moment and slightly take the edge off her anguish. "Just li-" But he didn't get to finish as Annie lunged for him, tamping his mouth with hers, and thrusting her tongue in. Ryan reciprocated, and their tongues danced. He was starting to get hard and hot. Annie always did this to him.
Annie hummed and whimpered with his kiss. "See, Ry, this is all I ever wanted." They kissed again, and this time Annie's hands started to roam his body. "I just missed you so much. You don't know how many nights I cried just because I missed you and I thought about losing you. You have everything I need."
"Kelly doesn't even go to Tulane anymore; she graduated last year."
"How do you know, if you're not seeing her?"
He thought of explaining to her how he had come across Kelly's name when they released the list of the graduating class. But reasoning with Annie wasn't going to work. "Kitten, Kelly never came close to you. You're so much more beautiful and sweet and sexy than she was."
"Then why were you with her?" Annie was still angry and pouting, but she cooled a bit. Ryan felt a glimmer or relief.
"I get lonely too, you know." Annie made an angry face and started to say something. "Hold on! It was hard without you. I know I made a mistake, I know how much it hurt you. And I'm sorry. I know better now."
"You just want to fuck every girl you see,
cochino
." But there was no edge to her words. Her hands traveled down Ryan's front, rubbing his slim middle. "So you have me here now. What are you gonna do to me?"
Ryan placed his hand on her soft hips. God she felt so good. He hadn't forgotten, but being here next to her reminded him how much he missed her voluptuous curves. "Horny boy," she said as her hand brushed his hard cock.
Ryan squeezed, filling his hand with her flesh. "You have no idea."
"Don't scare me like that, Ry. I can't lose you. I'll die if I lose you. You've always taken such good care of me. Can you take care of me tonight?"
This is what Ryan told himself wouldn't happen. He told himself that he wouldn't let Annie do this to him. He hoped that maybe even she had gotten over him and wouldn't even want him like this. A brother and sister couldn't do something like this. How could she not see that? She needed him though, and he needed to be needed.
"Shh. Quiet, silly. I know exactly what you need." He ran his hand down the stain on the side of her face and she flinched.
Her eyes were starstruck and begging now. "I know you do, Ry. You always do." She lowered her voice to a whisper, "Give it to me, Papi. I need it."
Their mouths met again, and they kissed as if they wanted to consume each other. Ryan had even missed the taste of her mouth and the way she pushed his tongue around. He kissed down her neck and she giggled. He pushed her shirt up, exposing her pink nipples, which he hungrily kissed. She was insecure about her tits too, and would always complain that they were too small for her being as curvy as she was. "I've missed these so much, Sunshine." His kisses became licks, eliciting whimpers of pleasure from Annie. She held her arms up, and her shirt fell to the floor.
"I'm wearing the panties you gave me," she whispered, and pulled the sheets back. They were sky blue and covered with suns and clouds. Ryan would never forget the look on mom's face when Annie opened up her birthday gift and saw panties. "You're the best twin brother in the world, Ry. I love you so much." She had said this back then, too. His hand moved down her belly, just plump enough to be soft. He pinched and gently pulled the little hairs below her navel.
"Good girl," he cooed, and moved his hand down between her legs.
She smiled and her breath became heavy. "This is all I ever want from you, Ry. I want you to love me and fuck me and make me cum. You're the only one. I belong to you."
Ryan's hand dipped below her waistband and he felt the tickle of her hair, already wet for him. She spread her legs and tilted her hips forward. His fingers slipped along her engorged, tingling lips.
"Give me your cock tonight. Please. I love it when you finger me, but I've spent so long thinking about your cock inside me.
Please
." Her eyes looked so sad. What other choice did he have?
Their arms tanged as they rushed to remove each other's underwear. Both laughed and despite all the bumping the pile of clothes on the floor became just a little higher. "I know you want me to suck your cock, but my pussy needs it so bad tonight. Now that we're together again I can suck you off over and over. Besides, you owe me after what you put me through." Her smile was saccharine and irresistible. "I'll take your cum as payment."
