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This story is a work of fiction about incest! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form!
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Swiftly the gurney carrying the twins was pushed into the emergency area of the hospital. As it did so, a voice boomed out, "Richard, Rowena what the...." Looking up, the twins could see the familiar face of Dr. Manning, their family doctor. Quickly grasping the situation, Dr. Manning directed the ambulance staff to take the twins to a private side room where Rowena was given a relaxant which almost immediately caused Rowena's vaginal muscles to relax their vise like grip on Richards's penis. Both twins groaned with relief as they felt Richard's erect penis slowly slip from Rowena's pussy followed by the spilled seed of their incestuous coupling.
"My God, what did we do"? Rowena cried.
"Just about everything", replied Richard. "It's the bloody drugs, the bad news. I wasn't thinking, you weren't thinking, it just happened".
"But what the hell do we do now"? Rowena said.
"Well first we get you cleaned up, your injuries dressed and we get you some clothing", said Dr. Manning as he walked into the cubicle. "I have no idea how or why you both got into the position you did, but I'm sure there will be no repeat of it". He turned to Richard and said, "give me your flat keys, I will get you both some clothing whilst the medical staff look to your injuries. And don't worry, I have all your notes and I intend incinerating them. With luck, none of this should get out. Lucky I was leaving when you arrived".
Within a relatively short space of time, the twin's injuries had been dressed; pain killers administered and now fully clothed, they left the hospital via the rear entrance and a Taxi was soon carrying them swiftly home.
The next few weeks were a complete turmoil for the twins, their parents Funerals, constant hassling from the press and numerous messages left on their phone from the family's Solicitor asking the twins to come to his office. Eventually, Richard rang the solicitor and arranged to attend his office with Rowena. From their point of view, any news he had could not be any worse than that which they had gone through in the past fortnight.
The twin's were greeted by the practice receptionist as they walked into the sumptuous foyer. "Please, take a seat" she said, "I will let Mr. Caldwell know you are here." Within minutes, the twins were escorted into Caldwell's office and took seats before his desk.
"I'm sorry to have pestered you during what must have been an appalling time in your lives, but believe me, it was absolutely necessary."
"Just give us the bad news, and let's get it over with", Richard said.
"Oh, quite the contrary", Mr. Caldwell replied. "If anything, its good news which I am sure will come as some relief to you both."
Mr. Caldwell then went on to inform the twins that their parents had shown a lot of foresight and had set up quite generous trusts for both children which for tax purposes, had to be transferred to them within a short period of time. Hence the numerous phone calls.
"Exactly how generous?" Richard said.
"Twenty million pounds" Caldwell replied. "Each. And of course, the Apartment has been secured jointly in your names. None of this is part of your parent's estate and therefore, it cannot be claimed by your Father's creditors."
"At last", Richard sighed. "It's about time we had some good news."
The twins swiftly completed the necessary paperwork and were soon in a taxi heading for home.
"Drink?" Richard asked as they entered the flat.
"God yes," Rowena replied. "And make it a large one, we need to talk."
Quickly Richard poured four fingers of malt whisky into two glasses, passing one to Rowena as he walked somewhat stiffly towards the couch. Although the physical wounds caused to the twin's bodies by their crazy drug fuelled sex session had healed, both of their bodies still ached.
Rowena joined her brother on the couch and grimaced as she pulled her legs up beneath her. "What are we going to do now?" She asked Richard.
"Well", Richard said. "I was thinking of 'Status Quo', why change anything? After all, we are now financially secure and have the apartment still. Why not continue with our studies and carry on as normally as we can?"
"Yes", Rowena said. "Thank God for Dr. Manning. Where would we have been without his intervention?"
"Look, if anything was to come out of what we did, it would have hit the press by now. I think we can relax, although with these aches, I think that might be a bit difficult."
"You are not the only one to have aches and pains; it's not the least bit surprising considering what we did. Anyway, what do you feel about it?"
"Feel about what?" Said Richard. "The sex thing?"
"Well yes", said Rowena. "That and how we are going to deal with it. I mean, how do you feel about us continuing to share this apartment after what took place between us? Don't you think we should talk about what we did, work with it and see if we can't put it behind us?"
"I guess you are right", Richard said as he rose and poured another two large glasses of scotch. Returning to the couch, he passed Rowena one of the glasses and said, "Dutch courage, where do we start?"
Rowena took a large swallow of her drink, paused and said, "Did you intend having sex with me?"
"Absolutely not! Richard said. "Don't forget that it was you who came to my bed. Did you intend having sex with me?"
"No", Rowena whispered. "No, I didn't."