Matthew didn't need to see his sister's face to know that she was crying. He didn't even need to hear the sniff that escaped her as she opened his bedroom door, nor the way her breathing was slightly unsteady. He loved her more than anyone, and it was like they shared the same existence. He didn't feel able to comfort her this time.
"I know you're awake," Melinda said softly.
He was laying on his side with his back to her. He kept his eyes closed and focused on making the lengths of his breaths even.
"I know that you're going to pretend to be sleeping, too," she continued. "I'm going to say what I need to say anyways.
"I don't know why you're doing this. I don't understand why you would say that we're going to the same university, pretend that you sent all the necessary paperwork, only to tell me tonight that you changed your mind. No, that you lied. I don't understand! You're my best friend - my twin! The most distance that has ever been between us was a few classes in high school. This... Matthew, I'll be on the other side of the country."
He remained quiet. They had been so close - were probably still very close - but he couldn't tell her the reason he had deceived her. She might be hurt now. Perhaps she would even come to resent him. The truth might very well cause her to hate him, and he couldn't bear that.
"I don't want to go," his sister went on softly.
He felt his mattress shift as she sat on the edge of his bed. His body tensed as he felt her move closer to him.
"Won't you say something?" she asked. Her voice was coming nearer. Her breath tickled his ear when she leaned close and whispered, "Matthew?"
The hurt blending with the tenderness in her voice was too much. He felt his eyes become wet as he started to cry. In an instant, she was with him beneath the sheets, holding him close. His face was cushioned against the soft flesh of her 34C cup breasts. One hand had come to rest on her thigh, which her nightshirt didn't fall low enough to cover. She was so soft and warm, and he felt himself harden below his waistline. With a horrified sob, he tried to push her away but she only held on more tightly.
"It's okay," she said gently. "It's only natural. You can't control what happens...down there. I'm not disgusted."
"You don't understand," he gasped, still trying to squirm away. She wouldn't let him. "This is why you need to go! You need to get away from me, because I... I..."
He couldn't finish but noticed that her arms had relaxed around him. He scooted to the far side of the bed, unable to look at her and too broken hearted to run the way he thought he should. His breathing sounded so loud. It rang in his ears and emphasized how quiet Melinda was. In another moment, he was sure that he would hear his heart completely shatter.
Instead, he heard his sister speak in a voice that was low and contemplative.
"Is that so?"
He didn't move as she edged towards him. The tips of her fingers reached him first, the index lightly and expertly tracing the shape of his lips. He gasped at the touch, but the sound was lost as he felt the softness of her mouth connecting with his. Her tongue moved in slowly and shyly, teasing the flesh just inside of his mouth and exploring a bit deeper until it lightly twined with his tongue. She withdrew, slightly sucking on his upper lip before pulling back barely an inch.
"You're my twin," she said gently. Her hands were in his hair and gently combing through it. "My other half. My soul. There is nothing..." She kissed his lips softly. "...that you should endure..." Another kiss. "...that I shouldn't."
As she spoke that last word, she slid her hands into the waistband of his pants. Matthew moaned as her slender fingers wrapped about all eight inches of his erect penis. Melinda began an agonizingly slow stroking motion as she murmured in his ear, "This isn't wrong, not when it's us. I love you so much, Matthew. I want you to be happy. I want us to be happy, together."
"Melinda," he breathed, arching his back slightly as he felt her grip tighten.
"I love when you say my name," she breathed. "Tell me what you want, my dear brother."
"I..." Matthew could barely think. He wanted to do everything at once: caress her breasts, tease the nipples until they were hard and sharp, feel her mouth on him.
"You don't have to say anything," she whispered. "We've always known each other so well."
She released him just long enough to remove her shirt and panties. She took his hand then and placed it between his legs. Matthew moaned again when he felt her moistness.
"Like I told you," she said, "we're one. I want you to be happy, for us to be happy, and together. But first..."
She pulled out his pants until she was facing what she had been holding until just a few moments ago.
"Mm," she said, slowly sliding her lips over the mushroom shaped tip. She lingered, letting her tongue slowly trace the shape while she lightly sucked.
"Oh," Matthew groaned. "Oh..."
He closed his eyes and let his body take over. He could feel his sister's warm mouth slide down his length as he tilted his hips. She gagged only slightly when he reached the back of her throat, but she didn't back away. Instead, she lingered and sucked.
