While hoping for sex, incestuous sex, thinking nothing of it, Jeffrey not so innocently shared his bed with his fraternal, twin sister, Samantha. With her now homeless and having nowhere else to live, Samantha accepted her brother's invitation to live with him. Yet, just like old times, what incestuously happened ten, long years ago, happened again.
On the surface, with nothing planned or anticipated, it all started so very innocently. Then, as one may imagine, what may happen between a horny man and a healthy woman who are sexually active and incestuously attracted to one another, one unexpected thing led to another unexpected thing. Therein lies the story and what this story is all about, an incestuous love story and a sexual affair between a brother and his sister.
Author's Note:
This is a true story as it happened and as told to me by Jeffrey to write about his fraternal, twin sister, Samantha. Only the names have been changed to protect their real identities. Other than changing their names, all that happened was as it happened.
More of an erotic love story of forbidden love than it is a pornographic story of carnal sex, this story has graphic, incestuous sex between a brother and his sister. If incestuous sex between a brother and a sister bothers you, please read another story. On the other hand, if you find incestuous sex between a brother and sister titillating, then, you're going to enjoy this story.
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My fraternal twin sister, Samantha, broke up with her boyfriend when she caught him cheating on her with, of all people, her best friend, Anne. Now, in one fell swoop, a double whammy of shocked surprise, not only did my sister lose her boyfriend but also, she lost her best friend, too. The worst-case scenario of betrayal and misplaced trust, with her brokenhearted, she was so very upset.
Moreover, since the apartment's lease is in her boyfriend's name and with her best friend moving in with him, she had to find another place to live. Rents are sky high in the city and I was struggling to make the rent each month. Because we loved one another and were compatible and best friends, not thinking anything of it with us having lived together before when growing up together, I suggested that my sister move in with me.
A win/win for the both of us, hopefully, my sister would agree to live with me and share the rent and our other monthly expenses. A good idea at the time but, something that I didn't consider, other than my broken sleeper sofa that no longer opened, I only had one bed, albeit a very luxuriously inviting, king-sized bed. The short and narrow couch, even when fully closed, barely comfortable for sitting, was too uncomfortable for sleeping.
Instead of going through the added and unnecessary expense of having to buy another bed, mattress, and bedding, I wondered if my sister would agree to sleep in the same bed with me. I wondered if I promised to stay on my side of the bed if that would allow her to share my bed. I wouldn't mind sleeping in the same bed with my sister but, with us being brother and sister, she may have well-founded objections to that sort of sleeping arrangement.
Besides, I was a horny man who had a sexual past with his sister and she had blossomed into a morally, modest, young woman. It's one thing to sleep in the same bed as children but it's something else to sleep in the same bed as adults. If any of our friends knew that we were sharing my bed, no doubt, they'd figure that we were having sex, forbidden sex.
'Yet, not caring what our friends thought, with my sister, tall, blonde, beautiful, and sexy, how hot would that be to sleep in the same bed with my sister,' I thought? 'Getting way ahead of myself, I imagined the both of us going to bed drunk and horny and having incestuous sex as we once did so very long ago. Only, now, been there and done that, even if I was the last man on earth, my sister would never have sex with me.'
Since I'm a horny guy first and a compassionate brother second, I found the idea of sleeping in the same bed with my sister sexually exciting. Yet, even with her having no other option, I knew she'd never agree to sleeping in the same bed with me, her horny brother. No secret there, in the way that I looked at her and was always so very lovingly attentive to her, she knew that I've always been and still am sexually attracted to her.
Yet, in my favor, with me ready to capitalize on a bad situation, with her not having much of a choice, either she slept in my bed, found somewhere else to live, or went homeless and slept on the street. Nonetheless, whether she said yes or no, while knowing that it was wrong to think that, but all that I could think about was sleeping with my sister. All I could think about is seeing my hot sister in her sexy nightgowns, in her bra and panties, topless, and even naked. All that I could think about was having forbidden sex with my sexy sister.
'Even if she doesn't agree to live with me, I'll be masturbating over the thoughts of sleeping with my sister,' I thought. 'I'll be masturbating over the forbidden thoughts of having incestuous sex with her.'
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"I'm sorry about your boyfriend being such a shit and your best friend being such a whore, Samantha," I said as my inept way of consoling my sister. "I hope they both contract the Novel Coronavirus and die," I said while not knowing what else to say and knowing that she felt the same way about them. 'I hope her pussy dries up and his cock falls off," I said.
Temporarily making her stop crying to laugh at my comment, she was sobbing uncontrollably on the phone. I knew she was having problems with her boyfriend but I didn't know that it was this bad. I needed to do something. I needed to say something. I needed to help my sister.
Other than my mother, of course, I cared more about my sister than I cared about any other woman in my life. She was everything to me. My soulmate and my best friend, no doubt, because we were fraternal twins, we were so very close.
A shame that we lived so far away, yet we always kept in contact with one another with weekly phone calls and regular e-mails. Always on the same page, and scary sometimes, somehow knowing what the other was thinking, we routinely verbalized one another's thoughts or finished the other's sentences. Now, at a loss for words, I didn't know what to say. I was helpless to do anything but to console her.
"Come live with me," I said surprising myself when I suddenly blurted what I was thinking.
Hoping to cheer her up by giving him an alternative option for housing, even if only temporary.
"Live with you," she said with a laugh? "No, I can't do that."
Now that I said it, the idea sounded good to me.
"We'd have to share my bed, of course, but I promise to stay on my side and not to grope you while you're sleeping," I said with a dirty laugh while hoping that she'd say that it was okay if I groped her. "Since I only have one bathroom, we'd have to share the bathroom, too," I said while imagining spying on my naked sister taking a shower or a bath.
'Samantha,' I imagined to saying when entering the bathroom while she showered or bathed. 'I need to pee,' I imagined saying while hoping to see my sister naked in the shower and/or in the bathtub.
I imagined her responding in kind.
'Okay. You can come in but close your eyes and don't look, and don't flush the toilet,' I imagined her saying.
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Not saying yes to my invitation of us living together right away but not saying no either, she took a thoughtful pause and blew her nose. I held my breath while imagining my sister living with me. We could watch movies together while drinking wine and cuddling in bed. We could play cards and board games. With the both of us working from home, we could even get a puppy and take turns walking the dog. If my sister lived with me, no longer going on meaningless dates, suddenly my life would change for the better.
"Okay," she said with a laugh. "Actually, maybe not groping me but I wouldn't mind if you spooned me and cuddled me as we slept. After sleeping with my boyfriend for years, unaccustomed to sleeping alone, I'd have a difficult time falling asleep without that kind of loving affection and physical contact," she said. "It's comforting to feel the warm body of someone sleeping next to me."
'What did my sister just say,' I thought? 'She won't mind if I spoon her? She won't mind if I cuddle her? She has a difficult time falling asleep without that kind of loving affection and physical contact? Wait. What kind of physical contact? Does she mean that I can feel and fondle her tits, squeeze her ass, and/or finger her pussy while she fondles and strokes my cock? If I got her drunk enough would she blow me and, maybe, even make love to me?'
Already going overboard with my incestuous thoughts, I was stunned. Nothing more than s sexual fantasy, no doubt, I was imagining more than she'd willingly do. My sister may agree to sleep in the same bed with me and allow me to spoon her and cuddle her but she'd never allow me to feel and fondle her breasts, squeeze her ass, and finger her pussy. With those sexual exploration days long gone and our sexual attraction is over, that would never happen.
Nothing more than fodder to masturbate myself, my sister would never, under any circumstances, stroke my cock, suck my cock, and/or fuck my prick. What's wrong with me to even think that? How dare I think those incestuous thoughts about my sister? Yet, with her stirring up old, incestuous feelings, even if nothing came of it, I was already sexually excited about sleeping in the same bed with my sister while spooning her and cuddling her.
'It's okay to spoon her and cuddle her, I thought. 'I can't believe she said that. Are you kidding me? Next, she'll be saying that it's okay if we have sex, incestuous sex with her,' I thought.
With my mind reeling with sexually inappropriate thoughts of having incestuous sex with my sister, I imagined all sorts of forbidden, sexual scenarios.
