Twins Hate Each Other

We spent the rest of the day walking like we had at the zoo: Carrie holding our hands and when she was occupied, we held hands. Seemed almost natural. We finished the day with ice cream cones, regardless of the amount dripping down Carrie's arm.

The weekend passed too quickly.

Monday morning all three of us were picked up by the company car and driven to work. Eagle uses many special ops-type people. While security work isn't as deadly on marriage as the military, it's still a difficult profession to maintain a normal life. So, since we had several single parents and families where both parent work, we maintain a day care unit. Given the state of public education, we also offer our own version of home schooling for the older kids.

Bobbie went to HR with Carrie and they took Carrie to daycare. Fortunately, they had a couple of openings. Bobbie spent the morning signing papers and filling out forms. The three of us had lunch in the cafeteria. Carrie was jumping up and down with excitement. Bobbie had a difficult time getting her to eat.

After lunch Bobbie went to the IT department to get oriented. I went back to running a business. I could see that there wasn't any way that I could finish before dinner, so called Bobbie to tell her to take the car home. They could come back for me later. She said she could stay but I told her that I didn't know how late I would be since I had to interact with people a few time zones away. Plus Carrie needs to go home. Reluctant agreement. I arranged for the car.

I finally got home about 9:30. Carrie was already in bed, so I just looked in on her. Bobbie brought us a drink and we collapsed on the sofa.

"How was your first day at work?"

"I enjoyed it. Phil, the IT director, was very friendly and helpful. Got me going in so far as I now have an idea of what's going on. Feels like I fit right in and can get productive right away. As you saw at lunch Carrie was thrilled with daycare."

"Very happy it's working. Think you'll fit in fine."

"They know I'm your sister but it doesn't look like I'm getting any special treatment."

"We've got a lot of very good people. Bad ones don't last long."

"Good night, Robert. See you in the morning." She leaned over and gave me quick kiss on the cheek.

Didn't see that coming. Or did I? Did I object? No. Definitely not.

This pattern continued for the next few weeks. We just got closer and closer. A couple of time I had to leave town to visit either clients or our other centers. The first time, she was a bit nervous and Carrie was upset. Both adapted.

After returning from the third trip on a Friday afternoon, we were able to enjoy sitting in the living room watching cartoons with Carrie. Carrie was soon sleepy and Bobbie put her to bed. We settled in with our standard scotch.

"Bobbie, you've certainly been a positive female influence. Coming home was just a way to get away from the job for a while. I wasn't going home as much as getting away. Now, I look forward to coming home."

"Robert, you don't know how happy that makes me. You've made both Carrie and me feel so warm and welcome."

I finished my scotch in one gulp and put the glass down. Green eyes to green eyes. "Bobbie, I feel I'm about to risk both our friendship and our twinness. Thought this over many times and tried to guess what will happen.

I'm afraid I've fallen in love with you. A sister is only a part of it. I see you as a very desirable woman who is everything I could ever hope for."

I just stopped talking, stopped moving, probably breathing as well. I could easily envision her throwing her drink in my face, gathering up a sleeping Carrie and walking out of the door. I could hope that she would simply say "Oh." and continue to sit there. I could hope she would say that she needs to think about it.

She put her glass down and said "I don't think I love you. I know I love you."

She leaned over and took my face in her hands and kissed me. You know the old song "Love is a Many Splendored Thing" with the line: "Two lovers kissed and the world stood still."? Well, let me tell you it really does stand still.

It was beyond what I could have ever wished for! We kissed and kissed again. It was both tender and passionate. It was saying I love you and I want you. My tongue probed her mouth, tasting both her and scotch. I could feel her too-thin back supporting her bra strap. She rubbed the back of my neck as we explored each other's mouth. There wasn't any question about where this was going.

"My room? Hope Carrie is a sound sleeper. Do we leave my door cracked so we can hear if she gets up? That risks her coming in..."

"She sleeps soundly. We'll keep her door closed and yours open."

I took her hand and lead her to my room. "Bobbie, I didn't think this would ever happen given out 31-year history. Now I can't imagine it not happening."

"I'm jittery but want this so desperately. I got on the pill the first day when the doctor gave me the physical." She reached for me and pulled me in for a kiss.

I take this opportunity to grab both cheeks of her ass, alternating squeezing and caressing. She's running her hands up and down my back.

She pulls back enough to ask "You're not bothered by us being twins?"

"No. You love who you love. Besides, I haven't asked you marry me."

"Yet..."

That took all of two seconds to ignore. I reach for the buttons on her shirt. Before I can get there she just rips her shirt open in an explosion of buttons. Deflected, I reach for her tits as she simply pulls her bra up, reaches back and it's gone. I'm left staring at two lovely mounds, topped by very hard nipples. They are at least a half inch long, each surrounded by a crinkled, dark circle. Finally, I get my hands on them! Oh, shit. They feel amazing. I can see she is still a little underweight as her ribs are more prominent than one would expect.

"Beautiful! They fit you perfectly."

"Now you." as she begins to remove my shirt. I can do no less than her performance, so I yank it over my head after opening a single button.

We're still standing next to my bed. I simply pull her tight to me: skin to skin. I can feel her racing heart through my hands on her back. She can probably hear mine since her head is just chest-high.

I kneel down and start pulling her shorts off. Already, I can smell her arousal. My cock is straining my pants. As her shorts come down, I'm first treated to her smooth abdomen and tiny bellybutton. Then the fine line of light blonde hair going into her panties. Then the panties start to go south and a triangle of blonde hair is revealed. It becomes hard to remove her panties as they are so wet they stick to her. No wonder I can smell her. Her vulva comes into view. She shaved it a little only around the lips. A curtain of inner lips protrude from her slit. I pull clothes down with one hand, pull her ass with the other and bury my head in her delta, my forehead buried in soft fur. God, what a taste! What softness! What wetness!

I can't say anything. She simply gasps and pulls my head even harder into her. "Oh, fuck! Why did we hate each other all these years when we could have been doing this?"

I can't answer her even if I wasn't tongue-deep in her pussy. She came after what seemed to me to be a very short time. She swayed a moment and grabbed my arms to pull me up. It is now her turn to kneel and pull down my shorts. Everything comes down my body, not stopping till they were around my ankles. She wastes no time in taking my cock into her mouth. I restrain myself from just blasting forward and burying myself in her stomach. She's doing great without any direction from me.

It feels too good! "I'm cumming!" is all I can get out before filling her mouth. She doesn't miss a drop.

I lift her up and we fall on the bed side by side. I'm floating on emotions I never thought I'd have. I wanted more so I rolled her onto her back and got back to business. She tasted so good that I wanted her for every meal of the day. I kept licking from the top of the key, down past the end and onto her star. Her butt tasted just fine and I stuck my tongue as deep as I could to mine the flavor. She's moaning and making unintelligible noises. I think she cums at least twice more before she lifts my head. "Please love me. I need you in me."

She's so small. I weight about 150 pounds more than she does, so I'm hesitant to go missionary. I pull her over on top of me and she quickly gets the message as she slides down my body till she contacts my cock. A lift up and she inserts me into her hot channel. She's so wet that I slide in with no resistance. She bottoms out, her rear on my thighs. We hiss like a pair of snakes. "God does that feel good."

Not sure which of us said that but it applies equally. She first starts grinding in small circles before beginning any up and down motion. "I need to feel you in every part of my pussy."

Fortunately, the blow job she gave me earlier delays my climax but not by much. Her pussy contours, heat and wetness feel too good to last. In only a few minutes I buck up hard into her and shoot multiple ropes of cum. She climaxes sometime between the second and third rope.

Feels like I've run a marathon even though she did the most work. She just collapses onto me and I wrap my arms around her. We don't move for a while, just feeling the emotions pouring from each other.

"I can't say I've waited a lifetime for this moment - maybe only a few weeks - feels like a lifetime, though." She whispers into my neck. I feel tears on my chest. "I'm so sorry for all those years and so happy for these moments."

"I feel the same way. I'm never going to forgive myself for how I treated you."

"Let's say this is the new zero. What happened in the past is over. We can't change it. We just forget it. Deal?"

"Yes, my love. What counts is going forward. God, Bobbie, I'm glad we're at this point."

"I don't think we're ready for Carrie to find her mom in bed with her uncle. She's probably too young to understand but certainly old enough to blurt out that fact to other people. I should get back into her room."

"A shower first?"

"What do you have in mind, other than clean fun?" She laughs.

While our shower together isn't quick, we just explore each other. Good soapy fun. We're both worn out from the previous fun. Thirty-one isn't 19.

She kisses me and retreats to the room she shares with Carrie. Don't know about how she slept, but I sure slept well.

At breakfast we just can't stop smiling and looking at each other. Fortunately, Carrie just cares for her cereal and doesn't notice a thing.

We try to make everything as normal as possible. I make an effort to keep my hands off of Bobbie on the way to the office. We make it through the day.

We take Carrie out for fast food. It's worth it to see how excited she gets. Even though we do fast food with some regularity, Carrie is always overjoyed.

Carrie's fourth birthday is coming up very soon. Bobbie asks her what she wants for her birthday. Carrie pauses a moment to shove another French fry into her mouth. "Mommy, I'd like my own room. I'm a big girl now."

"You need to ask Uncle Robert if you can use one of his other rooms."

"Uncle Robert, can I have my own room?"

"Why sure, sweetie. What do you want in your room?"

That starts a round of her jumping up and down, her French fries forgotten and growing cold. Bobbie and I look at each other. The same thoughts.

As soon as I open the door at home, Carrie runs down the hallway to the last bedroom on the left. "This one. This one."

The bedroom is the smallest of ones. Guess that doesn't make her feel so small. "Of course, you can have that one." It has an attached bathroom that extends further on. The end of the hallway runs into a large closet that adjoins her bathroom. If I had tried to get her further from Bobbie's and mine activities, it wouldn't have been possible.

Carrie's so excited that it take a while to settle her down so she can get into her old bed. We promise her that we'll get her moved in tomorrow.

Bobbie and have trouble restraining ourselves. Carrie finally gets to sleep and we start making out on the sofa. I feel like a teenager anxious about parents in the next room. I doesn't stop us. We just kind of keep an eye out. We wait an hour, useful employed I might add, before we go into my room.

It takes no time before I'm between her legs licking and tasting her pussy and her puckered star. I lick her clit and at the same time slip my finger in her ass. She goes off like a cannon. "It gets better every time. Every peak is higher than the previous one. God, I hope it never ends."

"If I have any say, then it'll never end." I resumed my oral exploration of her pussy.

After another climax, she pushes my head away and gets on her hands and knees. She doesn't need to say anything - I get the message. "Which hole?"

"Oh, we'll use the other one later when Carrie is at the end of the hall. Put it in me. Put it in me."

I get up behind her and effortless glide into her. Pussy juice is running down her legs and quickly along my cock and onto my balls. My instinct is to just slam into her and fuck the living shit out of her but I don't want to do that. I want to make love to her. Make her feel what I feel for her. Make her feel every vein in my dick. Feel every one of my hairs on her marvelous rear end. I think I succeed.

"Oh, shit, Robert, I can't tell you how great this feels! Keep going. A little faster."

I respond to her wishes and increase my pace. "I'm very close."

"Yes, yes, yes. Any time, any time. I'm just cumming continually. Now, now before my legs give out."

That's all it takes. Think my cock grew another inch and I'm cumming in her.

She just fold up, dropping onto her stomach. My cock pulls out leaving a glistening trail over her ass. I'd like nothing better than collapsing onto to her but refrain from squashing her. I roll over and pull her against me as the little spoon. "I swear I still feel you in me.""

"Give me a couple of minutes..."

"Ha! Robert, even if you are ready, it's going to take me a while to get my pulse below heart attack level."

We just enjoy each other's company for about 30 minutes. Then I have to reach over her and play with her tits. The nipples are instantly hard but then so is my cock. I put a finger in her slit. It's so wet that I don't know if it's fresh or left over. It doesn't make a difference.

She lifts her leg and my cock head finds her entrance. It's just as easy to fill her tunnel as it was a while ago. Given our positions, it's not difficult to almost leisurely fuck. My cock seems to know all the details of her pussy. Without direction, it touches every sensitive spot within. Her pleasure mounts exponentially. Think her temperature does as well. Where our bodies touch, it feels like I'm wrapped around a furnace. Even though I've cum recently, she's so exciting that I don't last as long as I should.

I pick up the rhythm and soon she's moaning and whimpering. Cumming, as well. I blast off and before I even slow down, she cums once more.

We get up, all sweaty, and head for my shower. A bit of my grabbing her pert ass...

"Next time you're going to take me in the shower." She promises.

We keep this routine till Carrie's birthday. Then she moves into her new bedroom. After the party and the time required for her to come down from her sugar high, we put her to bed. She's exhausted and quickly falls asleep.

We wash the few dishes. Takes longer than necessary because we can't keep our hands off the other.

A trail of clothes lead from the bedroom door to the bed. We kiss and fondle each other before I can break away to get at her pussy. This time I also concentrate on her rosebud. Licking, sticking my tongue as far as I can into it, lubing my finger in her pussy, and then inserting my finger in her ass. Not neglecting her pussy, though. Pumping my finger in and out, licking and sucking, and powering her through several peaks before she flops back, exhausted. I stop and lay down next to her. "Got lube?"

I nod and reach into the nightstand for it. She gets her rear up but with her face still in the pillow. "I've only done this a couple of times. Calvin was smaller than you, so please be gentle."

I slaver lube in and around her hole, enjoying the feeling of my finger deep in her ass. I rub an equal amount on my cock, so it glistens in the dim light. When I touch the head to her star, she moans. I push. It takes a lot less effort than I thought it would to get the head past her sphincter.

The moaning get louder the deeper I go. When I finally have my abdomen against her butt, she lets out a moan like she was a ghost. I exhale loudly.

"Oh, shit this feels good!" is all I can gasp.

"Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. It's like you're in my throat! I can feel it radiating heat. Please cum to put out the fire."

I more or less stay still. She starts ramming me so hard that if I was any smaller, she be knocking me on my ass. She's so tight. So hot. The ridges rub me. I grab her hips hard enough to leave bruises and jam myself as deep into her as I can. Then give her about a gallon of cum. She also erupts from both ends:

Her pussy is squirting streams of juice onto the bed. Her mouth is making unintelligible noises. I don't have enough wind left to say anything.

I just roll over, taking her with me, still connected. "Will you stay here tonight?"

"What about Carrie? What do we say to her?"

"Well, I suggest that we simply say she got a new room and so did mommy. She's too young to understand and if she tells anyone that we are sleeping together, we simply shrug our shoulders and say she's four. Not like there aren't a lot of people who already assume we are sleeping together. They may or may not know were siblings. I guess I don't give a shit.

I shouldn't make assumptions for you, though. Maybe you do care."

"No, you're right I don't care. I have nothing to lose. You do, though."

"Think I'm well enough insulated that nobody can make anything bad happen to us. All anyone would have is some words from a four-year old. I own Eagle, so there aren't stockholders to worry about. If the worst possible happens, I simply sell out. Then we move to parts unknown."

"Moving to part unknown sounds good to me."

"OK, we just keep your room and play it cool outside of the house. I don't have friends outside of Eagle and we don't have any relatives that I know of. Don't think you have any close friends, either. Correct?"

"Fine for the short term. I want to have your babies. Carrie needs siblings. What do we do?"

"I don't know, either. We need to spend some thinking on it. A couple of years OK?"

"We can do that. Carrie would be six or seven. Not too much separation."

Bobbie moved into my room. Carrie didn't say a word. She just knows where to find her mother if she needs her.

We kept things pretty much as they were. Eagle grew, Carrie grew, and Bobbie continued to work for another year. She quit when Carrie turned five so she could home school her.

As we approached the two year mark from when they started living with me, I decided to sell the company. A half dozen of the top people got together and found finance to buy me out. It was great for me, Eagle and them. I had to promise to be available for consultation - an easy promise to make.

We moved to northern Arizona. We didn't tell anyone we were siblings. A visit to Las Vegas. Perhaps some money changed hands. Perhaps a wedding took place. Since Bobbie had changed her name when she was married to Calvin, her social security number didn't cause us problems. Our tax lawyers took care of the rest.

Bobbie was pregnant a month after we moved. Soon, Carrie had a little brother, six years her junior. She was so happy to see little Nathan, she was jumping around like Mexican jumping bean.