The summer sunlight streamed in through the window. Yawning, I stretched my arms and legs, and looked down to the morning glory tenting the sheets. As I was about to reach for my cock, my hand got entangled in strawberry blonde hair. I arched an eyebrow and studied it with the help of the sunlight. It certainly wasn't my mom's hair since hers was a shade darker, and a guy like me rarely hung around girls.
I stiffened as I felt someone breathing against my neck, and I picked up a feminine scent. I twisted to the left and was prepared to jump out of my bed and call the police. But I recognized her high cheekbones and button nose--It was my gorgeous twin sister.
As more sunlight filled the room, she opened up her eyes too and smiled at me. "You look like a deer caught in the headlights," she said and yawned.
I reached for my glasses and pushed them up my nose. "What are you doing here?" I asked. She'd moved out a year ago when both of us started college. We were nineteen years old, but I didn't bother moving out since unlike her, I got along well with our mom.
"Sorry if I scared you," she said. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and laid it under her back. My eyes trailed down to her shoulders and luckily, I saw the straps of a bra. "Tiffany and I got kicked out of our apartment, so I had to move back here again. I couldn't find a sheet for my bed so I decided to crash here."
Kicked out... Mom was going to be so pissed. "You could have told me before sneaking into my bed like this."
"Sorry," she said and made a little fake shy face, making herself look even more attractive. I tried looking away, but she made me think of my forbidden dreams. She was so gorgeous, and I tried my hardest to think of something else than the taboo dreams that haunted the back of my mind.
When we were growing up, we'd been intimate like any other siblings out there. Our parents had photos of us kissing and holding each other's hands, but then as we blossomed, puberty pulled us apart. She attracted attention like no other girl out there. She had well-endowed breasts shaped like the perfect teardrops, and her curves were close to perfection. She wasn't dumb, despite her tanking grades. She was intelligent enough to use her beauty, getting her way with just her voice or jiggle of the breasts.
She fixed her eyes on the tented sheets. "What's that?" she asked and was just about to reach for it.
I quickly grabbed her wrist, but deep inside me, I'd fantasized about having her fingers curled around my girth. "It does that in the morning," I told her and blushed.
"You look well hung," she said and stifled a giggle. "From what I remember, you used to have a pinky finger."
I awkwardly tucked it into the waistband, but my underwear was loose and didn't clamp it completely down. "You aren't the only one who's hit puberty," I told her. I kept facing the wall, finding it hard to keep my eyes on her when we were lying this close. I also tried my hardest to tame my erection, but it seemed futile at the moment.
"Why don't you look at me when I'm talking to you?" she asked and gave me a light punch on the shoulder. "I'm your sister after all."
I could feel her eyes drilling into my back. Attention was almost everything she cared about these days. I didn't follow her on Instagram. I was afraid the temptation to masturbate to her photos would be too great to resist. I also had a friend who would never leave me alone, constantly asking questions about my hot sister.
Drawing in a deep breath, I rolled to the side. Her blue eyes sparkled, and she lay her hand flat on my chest. As soon as she touched me, I was about to melt from the heat. "Why are you so tense?"
"I just didn't expect to wake up next to you," I stammered.
"We always used to sleep together," she pointed out.
"That was before puberty though."
"So?"
She pulled the sheets down to her waist. She just had to wear a blue teardrop bikini with spaghetti straps instead of a regular bra. It barely even covered her nipples and areolas and left miles of her flesh as taboo eye candy.
My eyes drifted to her cleavage, but she reached for my chin and gave it a gentle lift. "My eyes are up here," she teased me and a smile played on her lips.
At that moment, I caught a foreign scent. It was completely novel but smelled similar to sweet urine. It sparked my imagination, and I wondered where her fingers had just been.
"Maybe we should just go and eat some breakfast before our mom finds us here," I said as sweat prickled my scalp. It was getting hot, and my erection throbbed harder than ever.
"What?" she asked, clearly not liking the idea. "Why would it be a problem for her to find us two here, lying side by side and enjoying a morning conversation?"
"You do the math."
"You do the math," she hurled back at me. "I'm not a smartass like you."
"I disagree," I said. I was careful with stroking her ego too much, but she wasn't dumb by any means. "By all seriousness, Nadya, you should be going."
"Why don't you ever have some fun?" she kept pestering me. "It can't be fun living like a hermit--"
"Mark?" my mom called from outside the bedroom. "Can I come in?"
My sister quickly threw the sheets over her, giggling like mad. I thought she'd grown up after a year in college, but she was still that playful child I remembered her to be. "Sure," I said and felt sweat dripping down the sides of my head.
She opened the door and wore a purple, silky, morning robe. She'd tied the belt tightly into a tight knot, which made her busty breasts and voluptuous figure strain against her robe. She'd brushed her dark blonde hair which glittered down her back. Nadya had inherited our mom's beauty, and it was sometimes painful for me to admit that I also found her equally as gorgeous. Nadya had the same blue eyes as her and also flawless cheekbones. "Just a heads up, your sister will move back today."
I felt a few fingers creeping toward my thigh. Christ, was she actually going for my manhood? Slipping my hand under the sheets, I waved her off me. "Okay, thanks."
"I'll make some breakfast for you," she said and was luckily too tired to hear her daughter giggling under the sheets.
"Okay," I said. After she'd closed the door, I let out the deepest breath of my life.
Nadya threw the sheets aside, grinning from ear to ear. "We almost got caught."
"Please, get out of here," I told her in a hushed voice.
"Oh, look who's speaking now," she said and looked at me with more interest. Lying on the side, she tried seizing my attention with the help of her ripe breasts. "Why don't you just go yourself?"
I swallowed hard. I waited because I had one of the strongest erections I've had in years.
"Is there something you're trying to hide from me?" she asked again and her sneaky fingers were inching toward my joystick again.
I sprang out of bed and snatched my pillow. I kept it in front of me as I scrambled into the bathroom. I didn't have another choice since she would drag it out.
After pouring buckets of cold water on my erection, I finally tamed it. Sighing a breath of relief, I got dressed in a white shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. Then I pushed my glasses up my nose, and looked at myself in the mirror, studying my scrawny body. Standing at six-foot-two, I was average looking with short dark hair. I had inherited my father's looks, but I was mostly grateful for the intelligence he'd passed on to me. I brushed my short dark hair and then descended the stairs. A tower of hotcakes waited for me with syrup dribbling down the sides.
"What took you so long?" Mom asked with a curious smile.
"Morning stuff." I sat down and we dug in. The hotcake melted in my mouth along with the sweet maple syrup. I loved her food and was grateful for every meal she cooked for me.
After we'd eaten, my mom sighed as she washed the dishes. I noticed she was in a worse mood than usual. I pushed my glasses further up my nose. "Are you alright?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "Your sister got evicted," she said and turned to me with her fist against her hip. She looked at the photo of my sister hanging on the wall. She had an iris tucked behind her ear, matching the color of her deep blue eyes, and her strawberry blonde hair spilled over her small shoulders.
Even if that sneaky fox hadn't told me, it would have been my first guess. "So that's why she had to move back here?"
"Yup," she said and took her eyes off the photo and dried her hands on the towel. "I don't mind having her under my roof, but I just wished she could behave for once."
It was currently summer break and then I would start my second year of college, studying computer programming. My grades were already top-notch since I knew coding from an early age. My mom was proud of me but wished of course her daughter would choose the same path in life. I had respect for our mother who'd dedicated her young life to raising us. She was currently thirty-eight but looked way younger than that.
The stairs squeaked and it startled my mom. My sister descended the stairs, wearing a pink shirt and a matching mini-skirt, and her two nipples were about to poke through her clothing like two daggers. She strode down without a bra on and took my breath away from me. Our mom went to the middle of the living room and stood rooted at the spot, demanding an answer. "You said you would come today?"
She raised her dirty fingers over her lips and giggled. "I'm sorry. Landlady was so pissed off that she kicked us out a day earlier."
My mom's lips flattened into a thin line. "Nadya, this isn't okay. You're an adult now and you should behave like one."
"I do," she said and leaned her shoulder against the wall and crossed her legs. Behaving like an adult... I could only guess what she meant by that.
"Have you sent out some resumes?" she asked Nadya but wasn't holding her breath.
"That's none of your business," she said as tensions rose.
Mom let out a sigh. "You know I can't afford you living here for free. Mark has no problem finding a job then why can't you?"
"Are you calling me a freeloader?" Nadya asked and frowned at her.
"Now you're just provoking me," our mother said. "I would never insult you. You're my daughter and I love you."
