“I am sorry you had to go through that,” Jess said, trying to comfort her as best she could. “And I’m sorry that they thought we were perfect or something. We’re not.”
“No, I’m the one who’s sorry.” Maggie’s tears were flowing freely now. “I’m so. so. so. very. sorry.” she was sobbing now. There was a box of tissues that she pulled from, dabbing her eyes. “I know what I did was wrong. It was stupid and immature. And mean. I can’t take back what I did, but I am sorry for it. I just hope that one day, you can forgive me.”
Before we could say anything else, the guard came over and announced that our time was nearly out. As we stood up, Maggie looked at us hopefully.
“If it’s not too much to ask?” she asked tentatively.
“What’s that?”
“Could you come back again someday? Maybe?”
“Of course we can,” Jess reassured her.
****
“Fuck,” Jess said when we got back in the car.
“Yeah.”
“Damnit, I wasn’t planning on feeling sorry for her!” Jess exclaimed.
“What did you think was going to happen?”
“I dunno. She’d yell at us. Cuss us. Spit a few times. There’d be a scene where a guard has to drag her away, her legs flailing in the air. Then we could leave, knowing she was deranged or something and we’d never have to deal with her again.” Jess looked over at me. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Me either.”
“Did you hear how she referred to her parents?”
“Mother and Father. Not Mom and Dad. Or anything remotely affectionate.”
“What a fucked up way too grow up!” Jess exclaimed. “No wonder their kids were like that. Imagine being raised by judgemental robots!”
“All because of that stupid TV show.” I rolled my head back against the headrest and stared through the sunroof of the car.
“And no one has come to visit her,” Jess said quietly, almost to herself.
“I know. You’d think some friends would’ve by now or something.”
“Yeah, but do you think she had many friends? I mean, if her life was that strict and regimented, how many close friends could she have had?”
“You really want to come back?” I asked.
“No. But I said we would. And I think we need to.”
“Mom and Dad are gonna LOVE this.”
*****
“What in the nine hells were you two thinking?!” Dad exclaimed. Mom just sat there, stunned.
When Mom and Dad returned home, we sat them down and let them know what we’d done in regard to contacting Maggie.
“We needed to see her. Talk to her ourselves. Get some kind of closure.” I stated.
“And did you?”
“Kinda. I’m hoping the next time we-”
“NEXT TIME?!” Dad bellowed. “Like hell there’ll be a next time!”
“Dad,” Jess said calmly. “Please let us explain.”
For the next thirty minutes, we retold the encounter with Maggie. How her parents had pushed them, the drugs, everything.
“Look,” Dad began, falling back into the sofa. “I’m not saying that girl hasn’t been dealt a bad hand. But you two don’t owe her anything.”
“You’re right Dad, we don’t,” Jess said.
“But if all it takes is a few hours of our time every now and then, if that helps her, isn’t that worth something?” I finished.
“Aren’t you the one always saying we need to do more for others?” Jess reminded him.
“That if we see someone who needs help we should help?” I added.
“She needs help,” Jess said.
“And I think we’re the only ones who can help”
“Because she doesn’t have anyone else.”
“No one who cares.”
“And it’s not like-”
“Okay! Enough!” Dad interrupted. “God . . . Twins.”
Jess and I gave each other a knowing look. Our “twinness” often allowed us to finish each other sentences and present a united argument from two fronts. We loved our parents, but they never stood a chance.
“Fine,” Dad said looking over at Mom who nodded. “If you two want to do this, just be ready to cut and run if you need to.” He stood up and Jess jumped to give him a hug. “It’s okay to want to help. Just don’t get hurt in the process.”
*****
That night, after Mom and Dad went to bed, Jess came in through the bathroom and crawled into my bed. She curled against me, kissing me before settling against me with a contented sigh.
“You okay?” I asked
“I am now.” she kissed my shoulder. “Just thinking it’s a shame that Maggie and her brother weren’t closer in age.”
“Hmm? Why’s that?”
“Maybe neither of them would have turned out like this if they could’ve just made love like we have.”
I laughed, “A better world through incest?”
“The family that cums together stays together,” she said with mock seriousness.
“Oh God, that was bad. How long have you been holding that one in?”
“Long enough,” she said sliding on top of me.
Reaching down, she pulled my shorts down freeing my barely hard cock. In her hands however, that was quickly changing. Jess pulled her nightgown up, revealing she had decided to forego any panties for tonight.
Neither of us had any real foreplay, but she didn’t try to force me inside her either. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding around mine and she slowly pushed me deeper. Every few moments, she’d pull back, letting my tip pull some of her juice out before pushing down and sliding me in a little further. In a few minutes I was completely inside her.
We made love slowly. When she came, her orgasms were slow building and rocked her gently. We rolled over on our sides, and Jess spun around so her back was on my chest. She spread her legs and rotated her hips, allowing me to slip back inside her.
I kissed her neck and shoulders as I made love to her. She took my hand and held it against her breast. I gave it soft squeezes and pulls while I thrust into her. Even when I came it wasn’t a frantic motion. I did speed up a little until I buried myself as far inside her trembling body as I could.
“Stay inside me for a while longer,” she asked softly.
“I can try. I don’t have much control over that right now,” I chucked.
“I know. But I love the feeling of you inside me.”
“I love it too, beautiful.”
Jess just lay there and after a few moments, I heard the slow breathing of sleep. I felt myself drift off to sleep as well and was only barely aware of my softened cock slipping out of her.
If this was how each of our visits were going to end, I’d be happy making that drive every day.
*****
THREE YEARS LATER
I pulled into the driveway exhausted. I remembered in college how much I wished that I could be done with it and just start working. Now I was wishing I could go back to the carefree days of college and not have to really work.
Jess and I had both graduated with a 5-Year MBA in Business, and immediately after graduation, we started at the family company. Without giving too much detail, our company is a wealth management firm. Basically, we help the rich become even richer. We can handle everything from taxes, estate preparation, investments, etc. It may not seem like a lot, but we maintain the futures for that top one percent that everyone loves to hate now-a-days.
We were basically paid interns at the moment, shadowing various C-Levels at they did their daily jobs. Right now, Jess was with the CIO and I was with the COO. The CIO was a family friend who was nearing retirement. Jess had a knack for computer systems and this was a better fit for her. Mom was the COO, and I truly believe that she would have quit the moment I walked through the doors if she could have. It’s not that she didn’t love the job, but she wanted to do new things.
As a graduation present to us, Mom and Dad moved out. They sold the house to the two of us and bought themselves a condo in the center of the downtown entertainment district. This way, they said, they could enjoy the freedom of being empty-nesters yet not have to worry about the upkeep on a big house. It made sense for them and it was a boon for us, especially given that it would be nearly impossible to find a nice house with twin master bedrooms that were across from each other. Plus, as Mom said, it would give me more freedom and maybe I would feel more comfortable bringing a girl home. She even took to introducing me to some of the single ladies around the office. I played the part, but never committed to anything.
Jess sat in the passenger seat, half asleep herself. We both shuffled out of the car and into the house. It was odd having the place to ourselves, and even three months in I still almost shouted that we were home. In true zombie fashion, Jess shambled towards the stairs only half aware of her surroundings. I watched as she shed her clothes, dropping them behind her like fashionable breadcrumbs. By the time she was half-way up the stairs, she was completely naked and headed to the bedroom. I watched, enjoying the show until she turned into our bedroom.
It was Friday night, but we were both too tired to go out or do anything except collapse onto the bed. We’d had dinner at the office, and now we were both ready for sleep. I followed Jess up the stairs, picking up her clothes as I went. Didn’t hurt to be tidy.
Jess was in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. I waited for her to finish before going in and completing my own evening preparations. By the time I finished, she was under the covers and half asleep. I joined her, and she quickly curled up against me.
“Normally I’d want you to do me.” she yawned, “But tonight I don’t think I’m up for it.”
“‘Do you’?” I chucked, “How romantic, my dear.”
“Bite me,” she said sleepily. “Later.”
“I love you,” I said
“Love you too, big brother.”
Jess rolled over, taking my arm with her like a security blanket. She nestled it against one of her breasts before falling asleep. I gave her a gentle squeeze before falling asleep myself.