Just Say the Words

SUMMARY: This story is about a taboo romance between twin brother and sister, encouraged by their mother. It is a very long story with an extremely slow build (just over 90,000 words). There are twenty-four chapters total (plus a short epilogue), and each one flip-flops back and forth from each sibling's point of view. There is very little overlap between chapters, so the progress continues moving no matter whose viewpoint you are reading.

This is a love story. Not a wild sex romp. But believe me, there are some very hot sex scenes, if you've got the patience to get to them. (And, in my humble opinion, if you decide to skip right to them, they lose a lot of their sexiness due to missing too much content. Trust me, the buildup is worth it.) As usual, I tend to focus on realism, to make my stories have some degree of plausibility. Because of this, there is a lot of "back and forth" with their emotions as these two siblings gradually fall in love with each other.

SPOILER: This is a brother/sister story. However, there are many scenes that depict the twins having rather impassioned interactions with their mother. Despite that, I want to stress that this story is primarily about the two siblings. The scenes with their mother were added for the sole purpose of heating up the intensity between the two main characters. I normally don't give spoilers like this, but wanted you to know so as not to mislead you into thinking this is story is headed for a threesome between brother/sister/mother. That is not the case.

One final thing I want to mention is that this story contains a character who is a trans female. She plays a relatively minor role and, while her scenes do contain nudity, there are no sex scenes involving this character. She only appears a briefly a few times throughout the story.

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

AUTHOR NOTE: As is often the case, I put a lot of emotion into this story. There are quite a few sentimental elements within which are taken from my own life, although this story is itself a work of fiction. I won't say which parts are gleaned from real scenarios. But just know that I have (once again) poured my heart into this project. Lastly, I'd like to send my warm appreciation to @WyndsofChange who pointed out a story continuity concern, which I have since fixed.

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. Copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.

{{001. Madeline.}}

"Ava and Jamie are gonna pick me up first and then we'll come get you from dad's house," my brother's voice echoed in my bathroom from my phone which was lying next to the sink. I had my hair twisted loosely around a flat iron. I wanted waves for our night out.

"What time?" I asked as I loosened my grip on the iron and gently pulled it away from my head. My hair was blonde, with a natural mix of light and dark. It had been years since I last dyed it, having finally decided I liked my natural color best.

Teddy sounded like he was eating something as he said, "They're supposed to get to my apartment around eight. So we should be at dad's by eight thirty."

Glancing at my phone screen, I saw that it was just past six. That would give me plenty of time to finish getting ready. "Ok, that works," I said as I started winding up the next bunch of hair I wanted to add a wave to. "I should be ready by then."

My brother asked, "Aren't you getting ready now?"

"Yeah?" I answered as I squeezed the iron together. The familiar smell curlers emit when heating up hair reached my nose. I didn't much care for it, but it was just something you got used to as a girl.

Teddy laughed and said, "Jeez, Maddie. Two and a half hours to get ready? It's not like we're going on a date together."

Smiling toward my own reflection in the mirror, I said playfully, "You're gonna swoon when you see me, dear brother."

"Can't wait," he said back, and I knew that was the end of our phone call. He hung up without another word, which was typical of him. We never said "goodbye" to each other. We started that tradition years ago. I'm not even sure why.

Maddie. That's me. Short for Madeline. And my brother's name is Theodore, but most people call him Theo. Except me. He's always been "Teddy" to me. And I love him to death. He is my best friend. We have always been close, even when we were infants. Oh yeah, you should know that we're twins. He sometimes likes to gloat over the fact that he's "older" than me. By seven minutes. But as I said, we've always been close.

Today is a special day. You see, me and Teddy turned twenty-one today. And our friends Ava and Jamie decided they wanted to take us out. Where we were going was a surprise. That made it fun, but it also made me spend extra time figuring out what to wear. In the end, I decided to go with a purple layered skirt that hung just above my knees. I didn't bother with tights, since it was pretty warm out. Then I had a thin, long-sleeved creamy white zip-up crop shirt that hugged my body comfortably. It had two zippers, so you could adjust how much skin was exposed both top and bottom. I went slightly more conservative and zipped it about three inches in either direction. It did leave a comfortable amount of cleavage visible, but not too much. Just enough to look sexy, though. This wasn't the first time I was going on a "date" with my brother. And I did like to tease him. It was always fun to see if I could get a rise out of him.

Satisfied with my hair, I finished applying some makeup. I was a strong believer in subtlety over quantity, so I rarely overdid it. Aside from the basics, I added a soft purple eyeshadow with glitter and some mascara. No eyeliner tonight. Lastly, I painted my lips an earthy, natural violet. Then I used a lip-liner pencil and drew a dark line around the edge of my lips. It was rare that I used lip liner, but tonight was special. You only turned twenty-one once!

Looking at myself in the mirror when I was done, I decided I was happy with the result after nearly two hours of "getting ready". Grabbing my tiny Michael Kors purse (also purple), I slipped into a pair of matching slippers that I had bought at the same time. They were extremely comfortable. Technically they were ballet flats, but I only ever wore them when I was going into the city and wanted to dress fancy. Even though Ava hadn't said where we were going, I assumed we'd be heading downtown.

After telling my dad goodnight and reminding him that I was staying at Teddy's, I waited outside of his house for my brother and friends to show up. It was almost eight thirty. I assumed they would be late, so I perused a few mindless videos on my phone. The three of them showed up a few minutes later and I hopped in the backseat next to Teddy.

"Damn," my brother said as he gave my outfit a thorough inspection. When his eyes lingered on my bosom, I felt my body temperature rising. Even though we were brother and sister, neither of us had ever shown much compunction about openly admiring each other. So I stared right back, taking him in.

Teddy was extremely handsome. His hair was also blonde, but on the darker side. He had a crew cut that actually looked like it had some product in it tonight. That wasn't common for him, and I adored how it looked. His face was angular, with a straight, dimpled chin. His nose was nicely proportioned, not jutting out too far, but also giving him a fresh, masculine look. He had dark green eyes. Tonight, his skin was clean-shaven. As for his attire, he was wearing a white designer t-shirt that looked almost silky, and a pair of dark blue jeans. His arms were muscular and tone, not too large. We both seemed to finish our "inspection" of each other at the same time as our eyes locked after a minute.

"You look hot," he said softly to me, so our friends wouldn't overhear. Not that it would matter. It wasn't like there was something going on between the two of us.

"So do you," I said back, also keeping my voice low. Maybe it was just out of habit.

Sure enough, Jamie drove us into the city. The four of us made small talk on the way, until we finally parked in a garage and got out, walking toward the street. Ava and Jamie were a couple, in case you didn't know. They had been together for four years and it seemed pretty likely they would end up married. Ava was wearing a yellow, body-hugging dress that went down to her ankles. It looked great on her. She had a somewhat pear-shaped body, with hips that were wider than her bosom. She looked gorgeous but had always complained about her body shape. The dress she wore hid it nicely, which I'm sure made her happy.

Jamie was dressed almost the same as Teddy, except his jeans were a lighter blue and his t-shirt was gray. His outfit didn't look as nice as my brother's. I had never known Jamie to care about brand, so it probably came from Target. Or maybe even Walmart. He wasn't as muscular as my brother, so the short sleeves hung loosely around his biceps.

Three blocks away from where we parked, our friends turned toward the entrance of some sort of club. I'm glad I ate something earlier, since it didn't seem like we were going to a restaurant. Glancing up on my way inside, I frowned when I saw the name of the place.

Midnight Secrets.

There were silhouetted figures posing on either side of the sign. The ones on the right were clearly feminine while the ones on the left were males. The poses seemed rather suggestive.

Less than a minute later, I understood what the place was. It was a strip club. Except it wasn't like any I had ever been to before. Usually strip clubs were either all women or all men. This one seemed to be a combination. (We later found out that the male dancer nights were mainly during the week.) We walked past a coat check that appeared empty. It was summertime, and still warm even though the sun was nearly set. Ava led us down a corridor and through an arched doorway that opened into a large room. The place looked like a big sports lounge, with leather chairs and couches and little glass tables strewn about. The room was hazy with cigar smoke and smelled musky. I didn't mind it. Oddly, it was almost a little arousing to me.

Our friends led us to an empty cubby that had a dark, red leather loveseat and three leather chairs situated in a semi-circle around a long coffee table. Teddy and I sat down on the loveseat together while Ava and Jamie settled into two chairs that were right next to each other on our left. There was no one on stage at the moment, so I figured it must be between shows. It had been a couple years since I had been in a strip club and, like I said, never one quite like this. This one felt posh. Upscale. I hoped the dancers matched the facade.

A cute waitress came by a few minutes later and took our drink orders. Her name was Camille and she had a thick French accent. Her outfit reminded me of something that waitresses in Vegas wear. Extremely short, tight fitting leather shorts and a tight, cropped half t-shirt that made her bell-shaped tits seem to explode from her chest. I could just make out the slight impressions of her nipples through the fabric. Her eyes sparkled and she gave me a lingering smile when she looked at me. I even noticed her glance at my chest briefly, which made me squirm. Oh, in case you were wondering, I'm bi-sexual.

Camille left the table after getting our drink orders and shortly after, the lights in the room dimmed just like a movie theatre. The stage lit up and then the music changed from light, background music to lively, electronic beats. My brother and I both sat forward at the same time, watching eagerly for someone to make an appearance. The curtains rustled and then a very beautiful white woman made her way to the center of the stage. She was wearing shiny, leather pants, leather corset, spiked ankle and wrist bracelets and a studded choker. Her hair was long and black, and perfectly straight, which I decided was most likely a wig. I didn't care. She was sexy.

Our drinks arrived shortly after the performer started her routine, dancing around and slowly removing articles of clothing. When she took her corset off, I was very impressed with her breasts. Even from nearly fifty feet away, I could clearly make out her ripe looking nipples. She was a very tasty vixen to behold. Over the next half hour while she did a seductively sultry dance for the crowd, I kept stealing glances at my brother. He was most definitely getting worked up watching her. Another round of drinks arrived that Ava ordered, and our empty glasses were taken away.

For the first time ever in my life, the thought of my brother and I "sharing" a partner popped in my head. It was incredibly erotic to envision that scene. Without thinking, I reached out and placed my hand on his thigh. He didn't react at first but kept staring at the nude woman on stage. But as our second round of drinks were slowly imbibed, a mild buzz started to wash over me. Teddy, too. My hand was still on his leg and some uncanny force made me start rubbing him. Nothing "inappropriate". But physical, nonetheless. That got his attention and, when he glanced down at his lap, his head lifted until he was staring at me. With a feeling of mild chagrin, I smiled at him and shrugged but then slid my hand off his leg and placed it in my own lap.

Another round of drinks arrived just as the first girl departed the stage. I was oddly sad to see her go. Ava and Jamie were laughing as they chatted with each other. It was nice to see how happy they were together. They never seemed to fight. Even though the four of us were there "together", they mostly kept to themselves, while me and Teddy did the same in our little "world". That was probably good, considering what happened next.

The next performer to take the stage was also beautiful, if completely different in appearance than the previous one. This new girl was younger, for starters. I pegged her around twenty-five or so. And she came out wearing a schoolgirl "uniform". Complete with a black, pleated skirt that stopped just above her knees. Even from a distance, I could tell she wore a lot of makeup. But it looked really good on her.

She took her time stripping for us all. Her tits were nicely shaped teardrops, but I spotted instantly that they were fake. I didn't really mind, though I definitely preferred all natural. Still, for a stripper, I suppose it made sense. She worked herself into a rhythmic sway of her body, undulating her hips as she spun around the stage while leaving a pile of garments in her wake. Finally, the only thing remaining was a pair of thigh-high white stockings and her skirt. She had her back to the crowd as she shimmied out of it, pulling it down her legs and leaving it crumpled on the stage.

The real shock came when she slowly turned to face the audience once more. Oh wow! That was no woman! It was a dude. And he had a very delicious looking cock hanging between his legs. He was only semi-erect, and I could already tell he would be rather huge at full mast. Just then, I felt something warm wrap itself around my thigh, folding my skirt against my skin. Instinctively, I looked at my lap and saw Teddy's hand resting there. I couldn't help myself, so I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his leg at the same time.

After that, my brother and I got a little "handsy" with each other. I think it was pure coincidence that our little physical exchange occurred while the trans woman was on stage, because I don't think she was the official instigator. And it wasn't like I had never touched him before. But there was something different about it tonight. Maybe it was because we had just turned twenty-one. Or maybe it was because we were at a strip club together. Or maybe it was the loss of inhibitions from our multiple drinks. Whatever the reason, I decided immediately that I enjoyed it very much. Teddy's grip was gentle, yet firm. Not like he was trying to exhibit a "taking charge" attitude. No, it was just a manly gesture. Admittedly, the fact that it was my own brother made it feel more erotic than it would have with anyone else.

Over the next hour, three more performers came on stage. And the four of us finally switched to ordering pitchers of beer to save money. (Hand crafted cocktails were expensive as fuck when you were drinking over the course of a few hours.) I wasn't exactly drunk, but had a very strong buzz. Teddy appeared to be in about the same state. Practically the entire time, my brother and I continued to tease each other physically. Mostly our thighs, but sometimes we ventured out and ran our way down the other's calves, or even up one another's sides. At one point, his fingers brushed along the bare skin of my flank and it made me shiver.

Needless to say, I found myself getting considerably worked up. My pussy was hot and sticky and tingling. I knew we should probably have stopped what we were doing, but it was so fun, I couldn't make myself do it. Apparently, it was the same for Teddy. Right when our waitress deposited a fresh pitcher at our table, the lights dimmed in the room once more. Unable to resist, I moved my hand to my brother's upper leg again, giving it a squeeze. He had his on my thigh, too.

That strange force from earlier had a hold of me yet again and I suddenly found myself wanting to do something naughty. Just to tease him, that was all. But I was also insanely curious to know whether or not he was aroused. And so, I slowly started moving my hand higher up his leg, approaching his pubic area. I must have been no more than three inches away from brushing against his cock when his grip on my leg tightened uncomfortably.

Teddy uttered a hissed whisper, "Is that fucking mom??"

My head whipped toward the stage, and my eyes widened when I looked at the next performer as she strode toward the footlights. My hand was completely frozen in place on my brother's leg, inches turning into miles as thoughts of his cock slipped from my mind. All of my attention went to one thing.

Yes, there was no denying that the woman standing at the front of the stage was our mother.

What the ever-living fuck? She was dressed in a sheer, silver camisole shirt that was completely see through. Underneath, she appeared to be wearing a lacy red teddy. That was all. My mom was a very attractive woman in her own right, even without the sexy outfit she had on now. She had shoulder length, platinum blonde hair that framed her face, curling only toward the ends. There was a white ribbon tied on top of her head, blonde strands spilling loosely down the back and splaying out across her neck. It reminded me of how women used to style their hair in the sixties.

My mom's face was gorgeous. She had high cheek bones which became accented by the way her hair hung down on either side of it. She was wearing natural looking lipstick that didn't change the color of her lips, but somehow made them stand out all the same. Even from this distance, I could tell she had done her lashes with a thick coat of mascara, making her eyes seem to pop. Her body was also gorgeous. The best word that came to mind about her visage was

elegant

. Her skin was vibrant, soft and supple. She had always belied her age. She had me and Teddy when she was eighteen. Despite being thirty-nine, she could easily pass for a girl in her twenties.

One quick glance at my brother showed me what looked like a gaping teenager. He was staring at her with such intensity, I couldn't quite tell if he was disgusted or mesmerized. Less than a minute later, I decided it was the latter. Our mother began moving about on the stage and it felt like the entire room held its breath. She was stunning. Her movements flowed with such grace, I felt a wave of complete awe overcoming me. It started in the pit of my stomach but slowly consumed me.