Behind Closed Doors...Incestuous Stories
Summer of Love
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Our summer vacation started off like every other vacation we had taken. Every year since I could remember, we packed up and drove from the capital down to North Carolina. Our parents worked in government and we lived just outside of D.C since we were little kids. Most people would have thought our life was ideal, but having parents that were rarely home, left us feeling lonely a lot of the time.
We found out, at an early age, that we were lucky to have each other. Being sister and brother bonded us. Having been born so close together made that bond stronger. Being raised in a home in which both parents were absent a large part of the time, brought us even closer. At times, we were all we had.
Our dad worked at the Pentagon and our mom was a lawyer for the State Department. The two of us, my sister and I, were basically raised by our nanny.
The most time we spent with our parents was during holidays, well, at least most holidays, if they weren't at some work party or out of the country for business. The only other time we spent as a family was during our summer vacations to Ocracoke.
My sister, Laney, and I loved our trips to the Outer Banks. Most of the time, it was just the four of us at the house, but this year, it was announced that my aunt and her new husband were going to visit. Of course, it was announced at the last minute, like some state secret.
Normally, I'd love that we were going to see our aunt, but now, it meant my sister and I would be sharing a room and we were both used to having our own rooms. We hadn't shared a bedroom since we were ten. Laney and I are what the family calls, Irish twins. We were born in the same year, but not with the same pregnancy. Apparently, our parents couldn't keep their hands off of each other in the first few years of their marriage. So my sister and I were born eleven months apart.
We'd always shared everything, like I said, we slept in the same room until we were ten and our parents decided we were old enough to separate. Though, for most of that first year, one of us would always sneak into the other's room and we'd sleep together until our mom or dad would wake us and carry us back to our own bed.
Now, we were going to have to do it again because our Aunt Erin would be taking over one of the rooms. Of course, my mother, being a state department lawyer and always planning out her strategy before carrying out any action, decided not to tell us before we left the house. Instead, she waited till the last minute to spring that one on us.
I think she figured, at eighteen, we were old enough to decide to stay home alone and she didn't want to have to have that argument. So, she made her surprise announcement as we crossed the state line into North Carolina.
"Erin and Patrick are going to be staying with us for a few days. Won't that be great?"
"What? Staying where?" Laney asked.
"With us of course, at the house."
"Mom, we only have three bedrooms. How's that supposed to work? Are they staying on the couch?" I asked.
"Of course not, James. You and your sister can share a room. They're not staying the full week, only three or four nights."
Laney and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes, shaking our heads in disbelief.
"Jesus, Mom. You could have told us earlier," Laney complained.
"You're kidding, right?" I said, looking at my sister. "She planned it this way, Laney. She didn't want to have to hear us argue with her about it, so she waited until the last second to spring it on us."
"That's really sneaky, mom. Not to mention pretty shitty too."
"Watch your mouth," was all my dad added to the conversation.
Usually, staying at our family's home was always an adventure. It was an old beach house, but it was beautiful, and so was the island. Ocracoke is a village on Ocracoke Island, a small island that's part of North Carolina's coastal Outer Banks region. The island is historically best known for three things, the indegenous people, the Hatteras Indian's, the landmark Ocracoke Lighthouse, built in 1823 which overlooks the village, and the location of the pirate Blackbeard's death in November 1718.
All of those things are amazing facts and a big part of the history of the island, but what I will always remember the island for is that summer when my sister and I had to share a bedroom in the house. Thinking back, having Erin and Patrick stay turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened in my life.
However, to completely do the story justice, I'll have to tell you about the entire experience we had that summer. I'll have to share everything that happened during our summer of love.
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Being the same age, at least in years, Laney and I grew up sharing most things. That never really changed as the years passed. Because we attended private school's outside of the capital area that had fairly small enrollments, we shared the same classrooms and took the same studies. We'd even decided, early in our junior year, to apply to the same universities. Though, our parents encouraged us, if not ordered us, to apply to different schools so that we could establish more of our own identity.
There was no way either of us could see being separated for four years. Especially since university life and studies can be so stressful on people. We depended on each other. We supported each other, and we planned on always being there for each other.
In reality, we were the only ones who were ever there for each other. Our parents were great. They loved us and gave us wonderful lives, but they had extremely busy careers and, like it or not, Laney and I came in second place to their professional lives. Our nanny was wonderful too, but she had her own kids to go home to. So again, we came in second.
For me, it was always Laney who I counted on for support and everything else I needed. And for Laney, she knew I would always be the one by her side through everything. We'd sworn a secret oath to each when we were eight years old and we never broke it. A pinky swear and the words, "Together forever, till death do us part."
Of course, at the time, we had no idea what that meant or how it would play out, but we've been true to our promise ever since.
When we received our letters of acceptance to three out of the four universities we applied to, we didn't tell our parents a thing. Together, we looked over each of the schools and decided where we wanted to go before telling them anything.
Laney and I would be moving to Pennsylvania and starting our freshman years at PENN this August. But, it's what happened during our trip down to the Outer Banks that started everything and then later on our summer vacation that made everything more amazing.
During our drive, I put my earbuds in and decided to listen to some music. I must have fallen asleep pretty quickly after that. At some point, I dreamed of being on the beach and lying in the sun. I was nice and relaxed in the warm sun with the cool ocean breeze and the sound of the waves lulling me to sleep. I'd fallen asleep on the blanket in minutes. Laney was swimming when I first laid down. I remember looking at her as she played in the surf and jumped the waves.
For some reason, I thought about how pretty she was and how, if she wasn't my sister, I'd think she was pretty hot. I mean damn, she was wearing one of those string type bikinis that barely covered anything. I shook the thought from my head, waved, and then closed my eyes.
Somehow, my subconscious mind took over from there.
In my dream, Laney had come out of the water and over to our blanket. Seeing me half asleep and never one to not start some type of trouble, she teasingly stood over me and rang the water out of her hair. The cold water hit my warm chest and woke me. I jumped and yelled at her.
"What the hell?"
When I looked up, she was still standing there, laughing. Without thought, I grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her down. She plunked down hard, right on her ass. In seconds, we were wrestling around on the blanket. I outweighed her by at least fifty pounds and was several inches taller, so it didn't take much to pin her down.
She was laughing. I was straddling her waist and sitting on top of her. I had her arms pinned down by her wrists and was leaning over her chest and face. She looked so pretty, so sexy, held there, unable to break free.
She was completely helpless. I had complete control of her movements and I wasn't allowing her any. The most she could do was toss her head side to side and wiggle her waist a little underneath me. Sand was everywhere as she giggled and continued to struggle to break free.
"It's no use. There's no way to break away from me. You're mine, now," I said. "I can do whatever I want to you, now."
For some reason, those words took on an entirely different meaning the second I said them. Initially, I meant them as a warning for her to stop struggling. But, right after I said them, she stopped moving, looked up at me, and licked her lips.
There was something in that gesture, in that moment, that made everything change between us. I didn't see my sister lying there. I saw a really pretty girl, a sexy girl. I saw a beautiful face, a sweet smile, full, lovely lips. I saw big brown eyes looking at me, talking to me.
As I looked down at her, I saw perfect breasts as they rose and fell with each breath. I saw a tight abdomen and narrow waist that flared out with her hips. Muscular thighs that showed how active in sports she had been all of her life, followed by long, well defined legs.
Fuck! I saw one hot girl and for those few moments, looking at her, I didn't see my sister at all. I saw someone who was very much an object of my desire. Someone very fuckable in my eyes. I saw someone who was making me hard with every twist of her hips.
My cock was rock hard. I could feel it pulse in my swim trunks. It only got harder as she looked up at me with those puppy eyes.
"And what is it you want to do to me? What do you want?"
I was just about to say, "You're about to find out what I want," when I felt someone's hand on my shoulder shaking me.
"We're going to stop for lunch. What do you want?"
Laney was waking me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I could also feel how hard my cock was pounding in my pants. Fuck! I got a full blown erection from a dream about my own sister.
"What do you want?" she repeated.
I shook my head to wake myself and clear my head. Laney wasn't on the beach with me. I wasn't sitting on top of her and she wasn't asking me what I wanted from her. She was asking what I wanted for lunch.
Embarrassed, I quickly reached for my bag to cover my crotch and hopefully prevent any more embarrassment. I tossed it on my lap to cover up my raging hardon, but I was pretty sure I was too late.
By the look on Laney's face and the big grin she had, I knew she'd already seen it. And, I knew my sister, she wasn't going to let it go quietly.
"Oh my," she said. "Looks like someone had a nice dream."
"Shut up."
She laughed. Well, maybe you've worked up an appetite along with anything else you may have worked up while dreaming," she teased.
"Keep it up, Laney and I'm going to kill you."
