I had the perfect life admired by all of my female friends. I had a very attractive husband who gave me everything, two sons who adored me and the perfect job. A very normal life to the outside world, but I wondered how all of my friends would have reacted if they knew the truth.
I stood in my dining room admiring the view. My beautiful husband Alex and our equally handsome twin boys Aaron and Ian were sitting around the table eating dinner and talking. "Dad why is mom staring at us like that," asked Aaron. Alex looked up and smiled, because he knew I was thinking about how we got together nearly 20 years ago.....
Alex and I were your typical siblings growing up fighting over the bathroom and competing in sports. But we were closer than most because Alex was my twin. We were born 18 years ago, and I couldn't imagine my life without him. We shared a link that started in the womb. Mom even showed us an ultrasound picture of us holding hands. No wonder why we shared a closeness that neither one of us could explain.
Despite our bond, Alex and I argued a lot. Alex yelled at me for taking long showers, and I yelled at him for leaving the toilet seat up. And talk about being competitive, if Alex scored 15 points in a basketball game then I had to score 16. Our desire to upstage each other usually led to high scoring games and several championships.
However, most of our arguments at home ended on the floor engaged in a tickle fight, with me on the bottom pinned under Alex's strong muscular legs. He was relentless in his torture until I told him he was king. Not that Alex knew this at the time, but I always let him pin me. I enjoyed the heat of Alex's body pressed up against mine, and I wanted to experience it as much as possible.
And of course he had to be born first. Alex was five minutes older than me, and he never let me forget it. He always pulled the older brother routine on me. It didn't work but "I am older so you have to listen to me," is what I heard constantly. It would annoy me to no end and Alex knew it, leading to more arguments and more tickle fights. Alex would never admit to it, but I knew he enjoyed those tickle fights as much as I did.
During our senior year in high school things changed for Alex and me. I came into my own as a women and it was the first time in our 18 years
that Alex became aware I wasn't his twerpy little sister anymore. (Geez give a guy a five minute head start and you never live it down.)
I had finally developed and what God gave me turned a lot of heads. I had almost black hair, hazel eyes and my 36c boobs sat nicely on my athletic 125 lb. frame. I was shorter than Alex's 6'2 frame but at 5'9, I held my own very nicely. At that time, I had a few boyfriends but nothing to serious because all the guys knew I was Alex's sister, so they were careful not to step over any boundaries.
God the kind of pissed me off, they should have worried more about me kicking their asses then Alex. However, I didn't make a big deal out of it, because I was saving myself for the man that I loved. In my wildest dreams I never imagined it would be Alex.
Alex would bring his friends over and they would flirt with me. One time I even heard his buddies tell him how hot they thought I was and he said, "Dudes your getting close to stepping over the line. You are not talking about any normal girl, Zoey is my sister." I am not sure if it made him feel more protective or proud of me.
Anyway, after that I noticed Alex would stare at me more, especially when I wore only a t-shirt and panties. I didn't mind because I had a secret crush on Alex ever since I walked in on him taking a shower when we were in the tenth grade.
Alex never knew I was there, but boy did I notice him. He was 5'10 at the time and had a well toned body. I examined my brother throughly starting at his chestnut brown hair. It clung to his face as the water drenched his head. I noticed every muscle glistened as the water cascaded off of his body.
His pectoral muscles danced as he raised the washcloth and washed his nipples. I noticed the soap sliding down his back reaching his tight ass as he continued to groom himself. Alex dropped the soap, and my eyes widened as I saw his clean shavened balls peering between his thighs as he reached for the soap.
My heart began to beat faster, and I couldn't believe I was in awe of my own brother. The perfect male specimen right under my nose, and I never really noticed until that moment. My body began to react. I tried to stop it, after all Alex was my brother, but my body didn't care.
My nipples began to harden, and my bra felt as though it was two sizes too small. All I wanted was to rip off my clothes and join Alex in the shower, but my mind still has some semblance of control, and I stood my ground. I knew I shouldn't have been looking, but I couldn't tare my eyes away from his stone chiseled form. Then next thing I saw sent my aching body into a tale spin.
My eyes dropped to the organ protruding between his legs. I almost orgasmed right there and then. My legs went weak, and my mind loss all rational thought. I could feel the juices gather at the heart of my womanhood, and my hand slowly made it's way to my throbbing mound.
Alex had the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. All I wanted to do was to reach out and touch it. His pulsating rod had a large mushroom shaped head that was beginning to turn red with each stroke of Alex's hand. It was long and thick, and I wondered if my small hand could reach around it.
The longer I stood there watching Alex the more I yearned to have his hands on my young body. It took me a moment, but I finally realized Alex was not only showering but masturbating. He was using the soap to stimulate his cock. My eyes followed as his hand made it's way up and down his shaft. As I watched the scene unfold before me, my fingers matched Alex's movements perfectly going in and out of my dripping pussy.
Alex began moaning, and I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying out. "Yes baby don't stop, keep your mouth on my cock," I heard Alex say. He began to pump his cock faster and his breathing was getting heavier, so I knew he was getting closer to the climactic end of his journey. Alex let out a painful sounding squeal and began squirting his jism against the shower wall.
I was amazed at the amount of cum Alex shot out of that big beautiful cock, and I let out a gasp. Alex looked up. I was already out in the hallway when I heard him ask if anyone was there. All I could think about was release, and I quickly ran to my bedroom to finish what my fingers started in the bathroom.
I imagined that it was my hand wrapped around Alex's hot stick, and it was my mouth that Alex wanted to stay on his cock. That night I had one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. Now when I masturbate, I picture Alex's swollen member covered in soap spewing his white creamy nectar against the shower wall.
From that point on, I did everything I could to brush up against Alex accidentally or sit next to him while watching t.v. Being a typical male, Alex just thought I was being an annoying sister. He didn't even notice that I was initiating more tickle fights than usual just to be pinned underneath him.
So, when Alex started to realize that I wasn't that tomboyish sister anymore, I was thrilled. His visual inspections became more intensified, but I never showed my enthusiasm towards them. However, I loved how he turned all shades of red when I caught him staring. That enticed me into wearing shorter and shorter t-shirts.
I continued to flirt with my brother for the remainder of our senior year. At school we acted like normal siblings cutting on eachother and trying to upstage each other, but at home it was a different story. I kept wearing short t-shirts and Alex kept looking. And my hunger for him kept growing as well.
After a while, I noticed he stopped getting embarrassed when I caught him staring. His reddened face was replaced by a devilish grin and I often wondered what was going on in that evil mind of his. Then I noticed that I was the one getting embarrassed. I wondered if Alex had figured out that I had more than sisterly feelings for him or if he was realizing his own.
In fact I was starting to wonder if my feelings had gone beyond lust and developed into something more. I started to examine my past relationships and realized that I compared all the guys I ever dated to Alex. "He's not as good at basketball as Alex , his eyes don't sparkle like Alex's when he gets excited, he isn't as tall as Alex or as good looking," Oh my god, my body started to tremble, No it couldn't be. Could I have fallen in love with my twin?
I had to be sure. I had to find out if Alex felt the same way. I formulated a plan, but I had to wait for the right moment to implement it. And the opportunity presented itself on the day Alex and I were to graduate from high school. Mom and dad had left to pick up some last minute things for our graduation party, so that left Alex and I alone in the house.
Alex was yelling at me as usual to hurry up in the shower. He threatened that he was coming in whether or not I was finished. I told him he didn't have the balls to walk in on me. Well Alex certainly proved me wrong. The door burst open and at that moment I was stepping out of the shower. Alex froze with his hands still on the door knob as our eyes locked.
My body wasn't listening to my brain, and I just stood there staring at Alex. Then I realized his eyes weren't filled with lust like I had hoped, but with anger. And before I knew it, Alex was lunging at me and with one hand grabbing my waist and the other my arm. As my left foot hit the bathroom floor, I found my body being lifted and flung over Alex's shoulder. He didn't seem to care that I was dripping water everywhere, and headed towards my bedroom.