This is a FICTION story!
It was written with the help of My Master, best friend, and wonderful Author SEVERUSMAX. Thank you Babe!
"Damn that asshole!" I cried, tears streaming down my face, as I slammed doors throughout the house. I continued cussing out my FORMER boyfriend Paul, using every expletive I could think of, and coming up with a few new ones!
"Dorean, what the hell is the matter? If you don't stop slamming those doors, we're going to have to repair some pictures before Mom and Dad get back from their Caribbean cruise. Will you PLEASE calm down and tell me what the hell Paul has done this time!" Donovan demanded.
I looked at my twin brother and exclaimed "I don't want to talk about that two-timing, low-down, snake-in-the-grass, chauvinistic bastard, or my FORMER best friend, Lisa the SLUT!" as I banged another door closed with my foot, this time succeeding in breaking a picture.
"Whoa, what's all this about Lisa being a slut, and when did she stop being your best friend? Weren't you two all chummy with each other on the phone this morning? You talked for what seemed like hours!" he inquired, clearly confused at the turn of events.
"Well, if you must know the sordid tale, I just found out from the two of them that they have been shagging each other. That explains why he wasn't interested in 'Rocking the Boat' with me! Apparently, I wasn't the 'Barbie doll' type that he wanted: hourglass figure, instead of my 'real woman' body-type. He couldn't handle the fact that my temper matched my red hair. I am so MAD I could spit nails!"
"Now, that would be a sight! Should I call the tabloids? Anyway, try not to break any more pictures, sis. In any case, Paul lost out big time, Dorean. I happen to like your figure, and your temper is quite entertaining sometimes, as long as it's not directed at Me." he teased me.
"But how could they do that to me? My own best friend since grade school, and my high school sweetheart, going behind my back! I thought he loved me. Instead, he was just using me to get to HER!" I asked with obvious pain in my eyes.
He pulled me to himself, and I laid my head on his chest, sobbing on his shirt.
"Why do I always seem to fuck things up with my Irish attitude? Sometimes being Irish can hurt!"
"What do you mean, 'being Irish can hurt'? I kinda like that we're Irish." he retorted as he stroked my long red hair.
"No one can handle my Irish temper! No one understands me!" I hiccoughed.
"That's not true! I have helped calm your temper. I understand you better than anyone else!"
"Yeah, that's because we're twins! That doesn't help me in the love department. I want to get married one day, and if I keep chasing off all my dates, I'll never become wife and mother!" I pulled back to look him in the eyes. He held onto my hand.
"There are plenty of men who would marry you. I would in a heartbeat!" he exclaimed.
"Once again, there is the fact that we're twins! Society doesn't approve of that kind of relationship." I replied.
"Well, I don't agree with society's rules!" he retorted.
"What do you mean by that? Are you saying that you don't agree with the taboo against incest?" I asked him with some shock.
"What's wrong with making love to someone that you love? Does being related somehow make it bad or evil?" he demanded passionately.
"I didn't say that I was against it. I'm just surprised that you feel that way. We never discussed this matter before. Are you saying that you have feelings for me, or am I misunderstanding you?" I responded.
"We never talked about because you were wrapped up in Paul for several years now. You never thought of anyone else, have you? I was never in the picture, no pun intended. Is it so hard to believe that I care for you? We are twins. We have been raised together. Hell, we even took baths together until we were seven! Why else do I seem more protective than most brothers?" my brother remarked.
I was beginning to see my brother in a new light. It got me to thinking about how much I really cared about Donovan- more than what society would condone. My obsession with Paul blinded me to my true love for my twin. Why had I not seen his passion for me in the past? Now that I thought about it, all the signs had been there. He comforted me as a lover would, instead of as a brother. The way he looks at me, sometimes when he thinks I don't notice was a hint that I did not want to see.
"Are you saying that you want to be intimate with me? I've always been closer to you than I have with anyone else. You do understand my temper and me more than others do, including Mom and Dad. I just always chalked it up to us being twins. I realize now that it was more than that. Hell, even when I got scared at night, I turned to you instead of Mom and Dad."
"Hell, yes, I want to be intimate with you! I thought I had made that obvious by now! Why else do you think I have only had flings instead of girlfriends? I have been waiting for you to stop wasting your time with losers like Paul!"
"Well, in the past I would have gotten mad at you for calling Paul a loser, but right now, I would have to agree with you 110%! I just figured you for more of a Casanova, playboy type, you know, a stud! I didn't think that you wanted a serious relationship, and I didn't want to admit how deeply I love you."
"Well, sis, have my ears fooled me, or have you just admitted to being in love with me? By the way, those girls that I fucked, I kept picturing you in my bed instead of them. It was never about romance with them. It was just taking care of a basic animal need." he answered me with evident sincerity.
"Yes, you big lug, I love you! Are you happy now? Do you mind returning the favor?" I taunted him.
"Now, was admitting that so hard? Of course, I love you! If you want it spelled in black and white, there it is!" he returned my teasing.
"Yes, it was! In addition, if I have to admit my love in so many words, then so do you! It's only fair!" I needled him.
"There you are, sis, being feisty again! You know what you really need to help you with your temper?"
"No, what?"
"You need to be turned over my knee for an old-fashioned, bare-bottom spanking! If you ask me, your ex had the wrong approach. You don't run away from a redhead. You just stand up to her!" he winked at me.
"You wouldn't dare!" I said, covering my ass and backing away.
"Just try me, sis, just try me! You never know- you might just turn out to like it!" he grinned at me.
"Yeah, right!" I replied, sticking my tongue out at him and high tailing it out of there.
He ran after me, picked me up, and slung me over his shoulder, carrying me to his bedroom. I attempted to struggle and hit him on the butt with my fists, which only resulted in him tightening his hold on me, and a loud smack across my ass, giving me a sample of what was to cum. At this point, I started to get rather wet at the thought of him being my first and spanking my bottom. I was starting to think that the summer would turn out to be pretty good. It was a good thing that Mom and Dad would be away for at least a month. They also mentioned that they might extend their vacation if everything went well.
"Little sis, it's time for your attitude to be adjusted!" he said to me, while he set me down inside the bedroom and locked the door. "This ought to slow you down, if you get any ideas of running from me again."
"I am NOT your little sister! You may be bigger, and fifteen minutes older, but you know I hate being called 'little sis', Donovan!" I replied as I stuck my tongue out yet again in total defiance of his claim to authority.
"You're my kid sister, Dorean, so face it and bend over my lap, NOW!" he ordered me.
"I AM NOT YOUR 'KID SISTER'!" I said, stomping my foot. "And I will not bend over your lap!"
He grabbed me, pulled me toward himself, hiked up my skirt, and started to swat my behind, when he noticed my thong underwear and the absence of any pubic hair.
"Dorean Riona McKensie! Since when you do shave your pussy? I thought that you were a virgin, waiting until graduation to have sex."
"You know how much I hate my middle name, Donovan Riordan McKensie! Anyway, do you like it? And what does shaving my pussy have to do with my virginity? This was something I was gonna show someone else, but...." I replied impishly.
"You're really asking for it, missy! I told you to bend over my lap, and you haven't done it yet! Also, I told you NEVER to mention my appalling middle name! Now, bend the fuck over my damn lap!" he commanded as he sat down on the bed.