Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
This is so wrong
, Oliver thought to himself. The awful, nauseous twist in his stomach told him that the rest of his body agreed with his brain.
So bad. So broken.
Spread out before him, like a sumptuous meal set out solely for his consumption, was a beautiful redheaded woman. She was bent forward, her wrists stuck to the bar in front of her like they'd been tied there. Her pretty face hung down defeated. He'd always thought she was so attractive.
But not like this. Not this way.
Her body, objectively, was wonderful, as well. She was long, lithe, with firm muscles built up from years of competitive swimming. Her breasts were small, but perfectly formed. Cute, pale handfuls capped by eager pink nipples. Her backside, too, was petite yet perky. Her long, supple legs. Her freckled shoulders and arms.
Oliver couldn't help but compare himself to her. He also had red hair and a long athletic body. He had the same full lips and bright green eyes. And that made sense. Because the woman who had been placed prostrate before him was his own twin sister: Olivia.
Yes, their parents had been particularly cruel: Oliver and Olivia. Ollie and Liv. But what was happening now, what they were being forced into, well that was far more vicious than any fate they'd ever imagined for themselves.
"Ollie?" Liv's voice sounded scared and small.
"I'm here, Livy," Oliver said, meaning it. But then, was his presence a comfort or a curse? He honestly wasn't sure.
Around him, Oliver heard the sounds of his classmates commencing their copulation. When their captors had made their demands, it had been immediately abhorrent to everyone. And yet, after the perfunctory arguments and objections, the whole class had complied. The students were now all engaged in that supposedly unthinkable act. In fact, it sounded like most of them were
enjoying
it.
The girls were all in the same position as Liv, placed in a permanent bent over position, presenting their eager pussies to the world. The boys, similarly, were all stuck like Oliver, locked into the stall with their assigned partners and drugged up so bad they couldn't control their aching, yearning arousal.
But then, no one was in
exactly
the same position as Oliver and Liv, now were they?
As Oliver scanned the cavernous room, he saw Sarah, the school's official 'it girl,' paired with Reese, who was not her boyfriend. He noticed that Mr. Everett, one of the teachers, was caged in with a busty brunette student named Sierra. Oliver's best friend, Dylan, had been hooked next to Mia, a girl that Oliver was almost certain was a lesbian. That had to suck pretty bad for both of them.
But compared to himself and Liv, every last one of them had lucked out. At least they weren't currently stuck in the same space as their naked twin, horny as all hell, and forced to immediately initiate incestuous inbreeding.
Because it wasn't just that the two siblings were expected to have sex. Oh no. That was already bad enough. To make things worse, they also had to make a baby together. A genetic error as enticing in his imagination as a radioactive dump or a polluted riverbed.
Oliver didn't want to imagine the diseased mind that had allowed such a thing, encouraged it, to happen. He was overwhelmed by the sickness of it. But, worse, was the only other feeling he had: uncontrollable, unbearable desire. So bad he could barely breathe. Oliver wondered what would happen if he didn't give into those urges soon. He imagined it would drive him insane. Although, letting it happen -- fucking and impregnating his own twin sister -- that could only create more madness.
"Ollie, I don't feel so good," Liv said. Her voice still weak and trembling.
Oliver wasn't used to hearing his sister that way. She'd always been brash, confident. A leader. Convinced that she could do anything. Now she sounded like a frightened little girl, even moreso than when she'd actually been little. "I don't like this."
"Me neither," Oliver said.
"I need it," she said, "I know I shouldn't, but..."
"I know," Oliver said.
He wasn't sure what to do in that moment. What to say. Every option seemed like the worst possible choice. He could ignore his sister's pain, his own misery, and try to hold out. Or he could answer her call and do something far, far worse.
He heard his sister sob and, instinctually, he tried to go to her. But his dick, hard as ever and practically purple with purpose, literally got in the way. He stepped back, like Liv had shocked him. Then he tried again, angling his way around his naked sister so he could hold her close without touching anything inappropriate. It was not easy. Her naked body had a lot of prime places that he needed to avoid.
"I'm sorry, Livy," he said as he wrapped his arms around her belly. She felt so strong, yet soft and warm. He didn't know how, but his cock got harder.
"I'm sorry, too," Liv said.
He thought back to the last time they'd hugged. It was right after the State Finals a few days before, and the both of them had won their respective groups. Celebrating together had made their successes feel even more spectacular.
The time before that? Oliver couldn't remember. Maybe it was the day Liv's first boyfriend had dumped her. Or that time that Oliver fell off his bike and broke his arm. Or when Liv had failed that history test and had to take it over. Or a hundred thousand other times that the two of them had taken care of each other.
Because that's the way it had always been. Every memory Oliver had, Liv had been there, too. That kind of understanding, that intimacy, brought them closer together than every other person currently in captivity. And yet it also made their situation so much worse.
"I can't do this," Oliver said, with finality, "I won't."
"Ollie, I know you're trying to protect me," Liv said, "But that's the absolute worst thing you could do to me right now."
"It's that bad, huh?" Oliver asked.
He knelt by his sister's head so he could look into her beautiful green eyes. The same ones he saw when he stared into the mirror. What was it about them being part of Liv's face that made her verdant orbs so much more than his own, dull irises?
"Isn't it?" Liv asked. Oliver knew he had to nod, yes. He could never lie to his sister.
Whatever the aliens (and Oliver had a tough time believing that was what they truly were), had given the siblings, it had sent him over the moon in ways he'd never imagined. His skin was on fire. He could feel his balls pulsing in time with his heartbeat. His dick was so hard, he swore he could stab it through stone.
He could only imagine the effect all this was having on his sister. Well, if he was honest with himself, he didn't have to imagine it. He could see her taut thighs shining with her lubrication. The flush of arousal filling Liv's upper chest, neck, and freckled cheeks. Her hard, pink nipples pointing sharp from her little breasts. Worst of all, though, he could smell her.
