Olly helped me to my room, pulled back my blankets, and gently lowered me onto my bed. He slipped out from under my arm and then knelt on the floor, looking up at me. “Shan, you OK?”
“Drunk, Olly. Really drunk… and other stuff.”
“You and me both.”
“Can you get me some water?”
“Sure, be right back.”
I listened as his footsteps faded.
I could no longer deny how desperately I needed sex. Olly’s running commentary and descriptions of his conquests and likes had turned me on to the point I didn’t care any more. And throughout it all I’d been tormented by the vision of him, naked in the shower. The memory of him erect. My body had responded to that like I’d never felt before, and I could no longer abjure the fantasy of him climbing onto me and pushing himself into me.
I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him in me. Decision made, I took the hem of my top and in one slow motion pulled it up and over, off myself. I leaned backwards, arching my back, enjoying the goosebumps that crawled up over my shoulders from the chill air.
“Shan?”
I lifted my head, stared at him. “Hey.”
“Um… Shan… you going to put a tee-shirt on?”
“No.”
“Um…”
“Come in here, Olly.”
“Shan, I can’t not look.”
“So look. You’re my twin. I don’t care if you see me naked. I want you to look at them. At me.”
He set the small bottle of Evian he’d fetched for me down on my bedside table, and sat down next to me on my bed.
“What are you doing?” he asked, softly.
“Showing you me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m lonely. Because I’m excruciatingly horny. Because I’m drunk. Because you’re here. Because… I trust you to be honest with me.”
“Honest… about?”
“Me.”
I stood unsteadily and backed away from him until I felt the bedroom wall, cold against my back.
“Shan, what are you doing?”
“This.”
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings, and in one easy movement pulled them and my panties down and off me.
“Shannon!”
I kicked them free of me, then stood, haughty, staring down at him.
His eyes were wide, and he’d half-risen to his feet.
“Tell me what you see,” I murmured.
“My sister,” he stammered.
“Just your sister?”
“My hot sister.”
“If I weren’t your sister, would you want me?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Why?”
He leaned back, and exhaled. “Because. Because you’re stunning. Because your breasts are perfect. Your neck is slender, gorgeous, a work of art. Your bum is fantastic. You’re beautiful.”
“My pussy?”
“Looks amazing,” he groaned.
“You like shaven girls?”
“Love them…”
I slid my hands down over my belly, then dropped one hand down to myself.
“Shan, what are you doing?”
“Touching myself,” I moaned. “Talking dirty with you today has made me so hot. I’ve been wet all day, Olly. All day. It’s been driving me mad. I… need to come.”
“Shan, this is a bad idea.”
“I don’t care. I don’t care. Tell me you don’t want me to play with myself.”
He took a shuddering breath.
“I thought as much,” I whimpered as I touched myself. I spread my legs slightly, then stroked a finger into the cleft of my lips. “Oh god, Olly, god, I’m so wet.”
“Jesus Christ,” Olly moaned.
“This making you hard, Olly?”
“Shan, you’ve gotta stop this.”
“Why?” I whimpered, as I teased a finger around my entrance.
“Because I’m begging.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m never going to get this out of my head.”
“So don’t. Store it. Wank to images of me if you want to. I don’t mind. In fact, I like the idea. I like… the thought of you touching yourself… thinking of me…”
I pressed up against the wall, then spread my legs further. I slowly started to drive my right index finger in and out of me, groaning deep in my throat as my lips spread over the joints. I pinched my nipples as I penetrated myself, loving how hard they were. Olly was quiet, staring at me, and I threw back my head, grinning at the way I’d captivated him with my body.
My vagina cramped once on my fingers, and I shuddered. I added a second finger slowly, letting my body slick it up before thrusting it into me and spreading both in me to stretch myself. My clit was aching, and every stroke of my fingers teased past it and sent little jolts into my legs and back.
“Olly…”
“Yeah.”
“Are you… enjoying this?”
“Oh god.”
“You like your little sister fucking… herself for you?”
“God, Shan, this is…”
“What?” I panted, as I drove my fingers into myself.
“Depraved…”
“That means… hot… right?”
“So hot. So fucking hot. Your body is amazing.”
“I love that… this… gets you… so… ungh…”
“You going to come, Shan”
“Almost… uh… fuck, almost, so close…”
I closed my eyes, driving hard into myself, then gasped for breath as I felt Olly’s arms around me. He crushed me to him, holding me, grinding himself against me as I drove my fingers in and out of my dripping vagina.
“Olly,” I cried out.
“Come for me, Shan,” he breathed in my ear. “Let me feel you come for me.”
“Olly… gonna… gonna…”
My body spasmed, and I wailed as my orgasm took me. Olly caught me as my legs gave out and held me as my belly quivered with contraction after contraction. I sobbed for breath against his neck, conscious only of the prickling of his stubble against my cheek, the fire in my belly, and the rock-hard bulge of his penis against my hip.
.:.
I lay next to him, eyes closed, waiting for the room to stop spinning.
“Sorry,” I murmured again.
“Stop apologising,” he whispered back.
“Didn’t mean to get freaky on you.”
“I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“Mm. Just means you’re as bent as I am. God, Olly… fuck, that was an amazing orgasm.”
“You felt like you needed it.”
“I’ve needed that since you were playing with yourself last night.”
“Uh… sorry, Shannon. I guess I woke you.”
“Yeah. It took me a moment to work out what you were doing…”
“Sorry,” he said again.
“What made you do it?”
“Um… don’t like to say,” he demurred.
“After what I just showed you you owe me one…”
“Promise you won’t get angry with me.”
“Cross my heart.” I trailed a finger down between my breasts.
Olly swallowed.
“I was… fantasising about you, naked,” he said, softly. “When I was picking you up I couldn’t help but see your breasts and a flash of your pussy… you were shaven. It’s a major kink of mine… my biggest, really. I couldn’t get it out of my head when I was in bed next to you. I was lying there. Thinking of your body. And… I couldn’t sleep. It’s been a long time for me too… and you were so warm next to me. So… I did the only thing I could think of to deal with it.”
“Mm,” I smiled. “I’m glad I had an effect on you.”
“Oh God, did you ever…”
I opened my eyes and rolled over to face him. “Well… you got a floor show and so far I just got mental imagery.”
“That wasn’t a floor show. That was A-grade pornography,” he sighed. “You’ve just destroyed the Internet for me, Shan. Nothing’s going to compete with what I just saw.”
“And felt.”
“Somewhat.”
“How drunk are you really?” I asked, hesitant.
“Not enough to kill my… urge.”
“Describe your urge.”
“Shan.”
I sat up, and laughed as his eyes dropped to my breasts.
“Thanks,” he said, sarcastically.
“Are you complaining?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m rock hard, Shan. Aching. And wanking isn’t going to cure this one.”
“Mm.”
I slowly reached out to him.
“Shan,” he breathed.
“I want to see you. I felt you against me last night, and earlier when you were holding me. I want to see you.”
I pulled back the duvet. Olly had an obvious bulge and wet spot, and I glanced down at his crotch, then met his eyes again. “I’m nude, Olly. I think it’s only fair you should be too.”
“Shan… this is a massively, catastrophically, monstrously bad idea.”
“Why?”
“Because if I get nude, I’m going to want to do… things.”
“Such as?”
“Touch you.”
“Only touch?”
“Touch, taste, feel, finger, fuck,” he groaned. “All the things I shouldn’t do to my sister.”
“And, yet, somehow, all the things she’d love to have her brother do to her,” I whispered. “Olly… I’m aching. I’m drenched. I never, ever get this aroused. I want to feel what it’s like to be touched by a man that turns me on.”
“Shannon.”
“You can stop any time you want to. Any time. But nothing you do to me here is going to make me stop loving you. You’re my twin. You’re my yang. If anyone on this god-forsaken world can get me it’s you. So Olly… please… give me this moment.”
His eyes were dark, and he opened his mouth as if to say something. But then he slipped off the bed.
“This is your fault,” he said softly, as he pulled off his shirt.
“I take full responsibility for getting you drunk and taking advantage of you.”
He unbuttoned his pants, and then let them and his underwear fall. His cock was rock hard, jutting proudly out in front of him. I watched it as it bobbed with his pulse, fascinated by his large, engorged head and the way the veins stood out against his shaft.