Double Dates

'Is this normal?' He asked.

'It is in this room, I guess'. The two shared an awkward laugh, unable to meet each other's gaze. Chris opened his mouth to speak, and saw Sarah do the same, before both continued to sit in a silence which dragged out long beyond awkward and into some new, strange territory. It became a rare creature, too delicate to disturb. They turned on the TV for something to distract them. It didn't work. Normally, Chris would have made them tea, but he found himself too embarrassed to stand up. Sarah made it instead, and their hands brushed as she passed him his cup. Faces flushed, the two crawled under the covers, a respectful distance apart, the TV the only light in the room until, in wordless agreement, they turned it off.

Chris lay on his back, worried that his cock had been hard for more than four hours. He wasn't sure what time Sarah had come home, but surely by now it must be close? He needed to take care of it, but didn't dare with Sarah there. He wouldn't want her to think he was trying something. His thoughts returned, over and over, to the video. Anna and Ricky, brother and sister, knowingly fucking. Enjoying it. Enjoying it far more than him and Anna had ever done. Enjoying it as much as he had, that one night...

Sarah lay on her side, wondering if she was dying of dehydration. She felt she must be dripping through her underwear, the bed, and the floor below. She kept thinking back to the video. No, she kept thinking back to Chris, and using the video as an excuse. Ricky and Anna were comfortable with incest. It was so wrong. So wrong. But if you've done it once, maybe it's not wrong to do it again?

Eventually, Chris broke the silence. 'It's pitch black again tonight. I can't see anything. I don't even know where you are'. He meant this as reassurance. Can't take advantage of someone if you don't know where they are, right? Sarah took it as a worry she was ready to run away.

'I'm right here', she said, reaching out to him. Her hand found his chest, and his hand quickly clamped on hers. Chris could feel her pulse racing. Sarah could feel his heart hammering. They gave in.

The gap between them flashed into nothingness, hands guiding them through the dark. Their mouths met, hungry, tongues lashing, trying to fight off their desires and losing terribly. Chris' hand landed squarely on Sarah's hip, before sliding up, under her bed shirt, across the expanse of smooth heat up to her perfect breasts. He cupped one, remembering the taste of the hard nipple, before moving higher, pulling her shirt, as she pulled at his. They broke their kiss for a split second before crashing back together, the heat of their bodies no longer separated by clothing. Sarah's hands worked across his back, scouring again the marks she had left there before, unknowingly, drawing a grunt from Chris. Their legs tangled together, working to draw the other in closer.

Chris' hand worked down, pulling at Sarah's underwear, down far enough that her cycling legs could shake the remainder off. He slid his hand back up, her legs parting in welcome, as his palm slid up her thigh, rubbing just beside her slit, pushing a hot gasp into his mouth. Sarah tore at his underwear, ripping his cock free, tugging at it, trying to pull his body into her by this alone, pausing only when his fingers slipped into her slick tunnel and danced back and forth. She kissed him deeper, rolling him onto his back, and landing atop him. She ground her sex onto his, both completely nude. The moon came from behind the clouds, revealing Sarah as an alabaster goddess perched above him.

She hunched over, he propped himself up, and they kissed in the middle. Chris slipped back down when the need to feel her breasts became too much. They fit into his hand perfectly. Sarah sat straight, angled her hips, lifted his cock, and waited, staring directly into his eyes. They both gave the barest of nods, and Sarah sank down. They gasped together, Chris blown away by her warmth, the velvet caress of being inside her. Sarah incensed by his hardness seeming to land exactly where it felt best. In a moment, he was seated fully within her. Sarah rolled her hips. She tried to start slow, but the build up had been too much. She was soon leaning over, both hands on his chest, eyes wild, fucking him as if her life depended on it.

Chris was taken back to weeks ago when he had first caught sight of her in this pose; a sight which had never really left him. This was the moment he saw her as a woman, not his sister. It had changed him forever. Sarah had a faraway look in her eyes that could be from physical pleasure, but he thought it was her own memories resurfacing. Indeed, she looked to one side for a split second, exactly where Chris had been laying that night, before looking back to him with a grin.

'This is - ah - fucked up Chris'.

'Do you care?'

'Not right now. Maybe later. But for now I just want you to keep fucking me'.

Chris thrust up hard against her, lifting her and enjoying her delighted moan. Sarah squawked briefly as he rolled her over, but a few moments later she was already burning through her first orgasm, one and tearing at Chris' back, the other ripping at the bed sheets as he drove deep into her, every movement perfectly placed to feel incredible. Chris slowed his thrusting as Sarah came down from her high, his face buried in her neck. Sarah's hands slipped from his mistreated back and the unlucky bedding to cup his face. She pulled him in for a deep kiss. 'I love you, you know that right?' Sarah said.

'I love you too. More than before'.

'Yeah. It's not the same as before though'.

'You don't say?' said Chris, giving a particularly hard thrust. 'I know what you mean though. You're more than my sister now'.

Sarah kissed him again, and ground her hips back against him, slowly, insistently. Chris took the hint, and moved within her. Slowly, but deeply, and powerfully. Sarah buried her face in his neck, moaning directly into his throat, breaking contact only to kiss him deeply. Chris savoured every movement, and felt his own orgasm building in time with Sarah's. She thrust back at him harder, and he increased his pace without thinking about it, the two in perfect sync as they made love. He felt the point of no return approaching, and her name spilled from his lips.

'Oh Sarah, I'm gonna cum'.

'Cum inside me Chris, fuck, fill me, I'm - ah!'

Chris kissed her, hard, as she shook beneath him, the sensation tossing him over the edge. He felt like he pumped his entire body and soul into his sister, all thoughts of morality and propriety gone. The fog in his mind cleared, and he looked down to see Sarah half-conscious, mouth open, tongue glistening in the moonlight. It reminded him how Anna had been the catalyst for all of this. He would have to thank her.

Chris rolled to one side, wrapping an arm around Sarah, and pulling her in close. Sleep took them quickly.

The next morning felt perfectly natural. Chris and Sarah woke at the same time, kissed each other gently, and set about their morning routine. Chris made breakfast for Sarah who ate it with just a towel wrapped around her, post-shower, and Sarah made tea for Chris, who drank it in his own short, fluffy covering.

'So', said Sarah. 'What do you want to do today?' She raised her eyebrows as a grin spread across her face.

Minutes later, Chris was attacking her clit as he tried to focus on anything but the incredible sensations of the steel ball on his cock, the softness of her tongue, and the wetness of her mouth. Her thighs clamped around his head as she shuddered in delight, giving him a moment's respite and a flood of her juices. He lapped them eagerly, swallowing her, begging for more. His tongue dove deep inside her while his cock did the same, hitting the back of her throat. The feeling was too much; surely she would back off in a moment? She didn't, and the feeling of his cock head as deep as it could go was too much. He tried to grunt a warning but his tongue was already busy dragging Sarah through another orgasm, and he shot his cum directly into her throat. Sarah coughed, and sat up, grinding herself onto his mouth.

'Did you enjoy that big brother?'

'Mmmph'

'That must have been a yes. Lick me and show me how much you loved it'.

By the time she came, Chris was already hard again. Sarah spun, kissing him, each tasting themselves on the other; each not caring. Sarah impaled herself on Chris again, and the day vanished in a blur of hedonism.

* * * * *

Exhausted, Chris looked to the side to see Sarah, covered in sweat, still panting from their all day session. He had lost track of how many times they had made each other cum, and they had only stopped because their bodies could no longer physically keep up. He still wanted to kiss her, to touch her, to drink her in.

'Why is this so good?' He asked.

'We were made for one another'.

'Oh, so romantic'.

Sarah tried to hit him, and failed miserably. 'Hush. Don't you feel it? Like we just fit'.

'I do. It sounds strange to say but this is perfect. Isn't it weird though? How did we go from fighting to fucking?'

'It's not weird, you two are meant to be', said Anna from the foot of the bed.

Sarah scrambled upright and pulled the sheets over her. Chris sprang to his feet. 'Anna what the fuck! How did you get in here?'

'You left your door unlocked. I came to make sure these poor, poor siblings were dealing with their once-in-a-lifetime mistake, the thing that was such a bad accident and could never, ever happen again. Instead I find them fucking their brains out for the last hour at least'.

'Fuck off Anna'.

'Chris. Be nice', said Sarah.

'Be nice? She broke into our home!'

'It's not breaking in if the door is unlocked', Anna said.

'Don't listen to my brother, Anna. He owes you... we both owe you a thank-you'.

'Why, whatever for?' Anna was the picture of innocence. Sarah fought the urge to slap her.

'You let us know it's okay. It's okay to be with your sibling. Not for everyone, but for us, and for you, it's the best thing you can have'.

'I'm touched, but I have no idea what you're talking about'.

Chris and Sarah froze. 'What do you mean?' Chris asked.

'Who are you talking about?'

'What do you mean who are you talking about!? You and Ricky!'

'Ricky is my fiancé. We met in a bar a year ago'. The siblings looked at each other, feeling as if the ground had dropped from beneath them. 'People always think we're siblings because we look so alike, but really, I'm just a total egomaniac, always looking for someone just like me'.

'Anna, what...' Sarah trailed off, seeing the glint in Anna's eye.

'No one could ever think we were siblings, could they? Lots of couples look very alike. Of course, we aren't in any rush to get married. We might never get married, in fact. Who needs all that paperwork? We can just be happy as we are, and sometimes help other people be happy too. Maybe one day you'll see a couple that just needs that push to see what they have, and help them, as well'.

'What are you saying?' Chris asked.

Sarah shook her head, and took his hand. 'It must be tough being two redheads. People could make that mistake so easily. It's a good thing me and my partner only look a little bit alike, so people won't mistake us for brother and sister'.

Light dawned on Chris, and he couldn't help but grin at the two women in the room.

Anna stood. 'I'm off. See you around, lovebirds'.

'Thank you Anna', Chris said.

'Anytime'. Anna closed the door, and listened in the hallway, waiting for the bedsprings to start moving. She had to wait only a minute. This pair had been faster than ever. No-one had ever fallen for the wrong-side-of-the-bed before. As she walked away with a grin, she pulled her phone from her pocket, and dialled a recent contact.

'Hey Paula! Are you and your brother busy this weekend? I know this great little club, we can double-date'.