With the coffee cups drained and the small talk fading, Jake watched his sister as she sat at the head of the table. She wore a black cardigan over a purple, U-neck tank top. He was glad she was still wearing the green, stone pendant he had given her after his last fight, though felt no guilt in ogling her cleavage during their conversation. She looked so much cuter when not bathed in sweat at the gym. She had managed, somehow, to tie a short ponytail in her jet-black bob cut. The shine of her lip gloss was begging him to taste her. Megan's dark seductive glare, however, was what he kept coming back to. Was the flicking of her fine eyelashes some sort of cryptic signal? Jake pushed back his chair, stood up, and walked to where she sat. He rolled away the cardigan and planted a kiss on her exposed snow-white shoulder. Touching her delicate chin, Jake tilted Meg's head. Her eyes were big and dreamy; not cheery, not troubled either. He unbuckled his belt and eased his cock into her mouth.
"Oh, Christ!" he mumbled, squeezing the back of the chair. Her ponytail came undone in his other hand.
'Take me whenever you want' were the words she'd used when they were last in bed together. With her spit coating his shaft, Meg was making good on that offer.
She never made the first move in their encounters, Jake had noticed. He practically had to fight her the first time they made love in the gym. But she seemed to like it that way. Her messages for him to come over was a first move in a way, Jake supposed. He was only too happy to drop everything and go to his twin. It wasn't just sex. Their bond was unmatched. He loved her like no other. Meg dragged her tongue away from his brimming testicles.
"Let's go upstairs," she said.
Taking her hand, Jake followed her up the stairs and into the bedroom. There, Meg sat on the end of the bed. She took off her cardigan, loosened her jeans, and waited for him to take her once again. No longer using hotel rooms, the gym, or the backseat of a car to carry out their affair, Jake was familiar with the ensuite bedroom. They'd used it many times before; whenever Mike wasn't around. The spongy cream carpet was kind to their feet. Lilac covers and golden cushions lay atop the bed. It was the same bed Megan and Mike slept in every night. The thoughts of them together grew more and more unbearable for Jake. He slowly unbuttoned his flannel shirt. His sister smirked when she caught him flexing in the mirror. Standing, he savoured the touch of her fingers dancing over his solid torso.
"You've been training a lot lately. I can tell," Meg said, kissing his body. "I wish I still had abs. I feel so fat when they disappear."
Jake sat down beside her. He tucked his hand under her top and pressed his palm against her belly.
"I like your tummy just the way it is," he whispered.
Megan closed her eyes as she leaned in to kiss him. Their wet tongues curled around one another. Her lip gloss was now all but removed. Meg lifted her arms, allowing him to remove her tank top. Jake groaned as she stroked his rigid cock.
"Good luck in your fight next week, Jake."
"I don't need luck, I've got you. Take off your bra."
The turquoise straps loosened as he helped her unclip. Pulling her bra away, Jake marveled at her luscious breasts. They get better every time, he swore. He moistened her neck with his lips whilst every now and then sucking on her fleshy mounds.
"Hmph...I'm not sure we have time for much foreplay," Meg said.
"Then you better take off your pants," Jake responded.
He watched her shimmy both the turquoise panties and jeans down her long, sleek legs. Staring at the bundle on the floor, Jake said:
"You weren't joking about not having time!"
"It's Mike. He'll be home in an hour."
Sighing, Jake dropped to his knees.
"Jeez, can't a guy visit his sister every now and again?"
He buried his head between her thighs.
"Oh fuck!" Meg cried, falling back on the duvet.
She scrunched his dark hair and let out a screech as his tongue found her clitoris.
"Oh, Jake! Feast on my pussy!"
*****
Once her gasps slowed and her body stopped trembling, Jake came up for some air. Salty juices coated his lips and chin. Their wild eyes never parted as he tore off his jeans and climbed on top of her.
"You have me on my back again. What are you gonna do now?" she said, raising a playful eyebrow.
She pulled his head towards her and snogged him. Jake heard her moan as he pushed into the one place forbidden to him. Her moist cunny swallowed him effortlessly. She squeezed his ass cheeks as he thrust further inside. The sin felt exquisite.
"I love you," Jake whispered.
"Show me," she replied.
Meg wrapped her legs around him and arched her bum. The headboard rattled, and mattress springs whined as they fucked. Her head swung from side to side as the grip around his neck tightened.
"Mike... he'll be home soon," Meg said. "Cum for me!"
"I'm close," Jake said.
"Your cock feels so good!"
Her hand drifted down and massaged the tangled muscles of his side. Jake's eyes widened - 'that sensation again'. Like flicking a switch, he gave up his load. Meg's beaming smile made him lunge extra hard.
"I can feel it! Jake! I can feel your hot flow!"
"Oh, Meg! Fuck! Take it, take it all!" he roared, her fingers still casting their dark magic.
Jake pumped until he was spent and then fell into her embrace. Panting, he hauled himself upwards. He scanned from the stump of his buried cock, up Meg's toned belly, to the oval stone nestled between her breasts. Having taken in her ripe body, he met her gaze once again. Her fingers coursed through his hair as her breath cooled his face.
"Megan Hamilton, you're fucking incredible!"
"Shut up and kiss me," she said in a silky voice.
His cock flopped out of her creamy passage as they rolled again.
***
The naked twins curled up together. Jake cupped her firm ass with a meaty hand, while her head lay on his rising chest. Megan sighed.
"You okay, babe?" Jake asked, flicking hair out of her eye.
"Just thinking about my last fight. I dunno, Jake. I might quit competing."
