He pulled all the way out of me, then thrust in again. I reached down to myself and started to frantically finger my clit, moaning at its sensitivity. He pulled out again, thrust in again, and I groaned at the impact. I could feel how my muscles spasmed on him, and the panting gasps he let out let me know he could feel it too. Then, suddenly, his orgasm hit – I fell forward onto him, mouth gaping, digging my nails into him and biting down on his neck as I felt him start to throb deep in me.
Olly arched, groaning deep in his throat, lifting both of us off the bed as he tried to force himself deeper still. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cried out; I could feel him coming in me and I loved it, loved the way his cock pulsed, loved the way his muscles tensed, loved the sub-vocal way he echoed me and the strength with which he held me against him.
Eventually he released me, and after a moment lying prostrate on him I levered myself up; looked down at him.
We said nothing for a moment as we both considered the enormity of what we’d just done.
Then Olly grinned, and I smiled down at him. He reached up, cupped my head, and pulled me downwards again. His lips were warm, soft, and the long, slow, tender kiss he gave me left me breathless and weak.
“That was amazing,” I managed after a moment. “Really amazing.”
“I’m not finished,” he whispered into my ear.
“Uh…”
He pulled out, and I felt the hot gush of his semen follow his cock out of me.
“Where are you going?” I demanded, as he levered me gently but firmly off him
“Not far.”
He gently nudged me me over onto my stomach. I lay, eyes closed, wondering.
“What are you doing?” I asked, after a moment.
“As I said, I’m not done.”
I felt him climb on top of me; felt the sticky heat of his semi-erect cock nestle between my cheeks.
“Olly?”
I felt his fingers between my legs, and arched, hissing, as he fingered my semen-slicked entrance.
“Spread your legs slightly, Shan,” he breathed into my ear.
“What are you… doing?”
I felt his cock between my legs, felt the head nestle against me.
He leaned forward to kiss the nape of my neck. “Relax…”
“Easy for you to say,” I groaned, “you’re not the one full of come and feeling that penis against her again… oh… oh god…”
I bit down on the sheet as I felt him entering me. I moaned loudly as I felt his belly against my bum. Olly supported himself on his arms as he lowered himself onto me, his weight forcing me down.
I wormed a hand down between my legs, and felt his cock where it disappeared inside me. He was slick, and though not as hard as he’d been he still stretched me in a way I’d never felt before.
“Olly,” I gasped as he pulled back. He kissed my neck and thrust into me again; I cried out, and again, and again as he fucked me slowly, deeply, from behind.
I could feel my lips gripping his shaft. I could feel his semen pooling under my belly. I could smell him, and me, and us. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the exquisite sensation of his penis as it slid in and out of me, on the feeling of his skin, slick from our lovemaking, of the ridges sliding between my two fingers as I stroked my fingertips over my lips.
“You… are… so… tight,” he moaned into my neck.
“Practically a… virgin,” I gasped, shuddering as my stomach muscles contracted.
“You feel so… good on… me…”
He leaned forward, putting his bodyweight onto me. He started to thrust hard and deep into me, slamming his belly into my bum as he bottomed out.
“Uh… uh… oh… god… uh…” I grunted, as each stroke drove the air out of me. He took the lobe of my left ear in his mouth and bit down firmly, and I arched back against him, crying out.
A hot, hard, aching need, deep in my belly, partially satisfied with each stroke of his cock but each stroke leaving me with a greater craving for the next. I needed him like this. I couldn’t imagine anything else but this, anything else but his hard penis in me, all the way in me, filling me, making me so hot for him that I couldn’t want any other way to be.
“Olly… Olly… I’m… I’m…”
He reached down under me, pulled himself against me, cupping me breasts in his hands and laying his weight on me as he drove frantically in and out of me.
“Olly… I’m… gonna…”
“Come for me… Shan… want to… feel… on me…”
“Gonna… gonna… oh… oh… oh…”
And after that, nothing, nothing but the feeling of him in me, driving me over, through the fading of my senses and the uncontrollable bucking, shaking, crashing orgasm that broke me.
And, perhaps mere moments after that, the shivering moan of my twin above me and the hot, delicious flow of his come.
.:.
He lay, arm pillowing my head and slowly-softening cock nestling against my bum, cupping my belly and holding me gently against him. I listened to the sound of his breathing, enjoying the sensation of each breath as he sighed it out into the nape of my neck.
I ached; but it was a good hurt, like the ache after a long run. My inner thighs were still sticky from us, and I for one was too lethargic to hunt a towel just yet.
“You OK?” he breathed.
“Daydreaming. Glad my drought is over. Loving how I’m sticky from it.”
I felt his grin, and squirmed slightly as he gently squeezed me against him.
“It was a nice way to break mine too.”
“Hah, I’ll bet. Kinky drunken taboo sibling sex. Just what the doctor ordered.”
“I’ll take a repeat prescription, please.”
I laughed softly, then wriggled free so I could roll over and face him.
I watched him, watched the slight motion as he breathed.
“I’d be good with that,” I said, after a while. “I’d be good with sex like that when I could get it from you.”
He opened an eye. “It will require an enormous amount of sneaking around.”
“I am nothing if not sneaky,” I whispered, reaching down to cup his penis. “And this cock is a great motivator.”
He leaned in, and kissed me, and I melted against him with a sigh.
“Olly?” I whispered, after a while.
“Uh huh.”
“Promise me this won’t change… us.”
“I can’t. Of course it will change us. But… you’re my other half, Shan. I’ll always only be a skin’s width away from you.”
“Literally, sometimes…”
“When you’ll let me…”
“Whenever you want me.”
“Mm. Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he said. “I’m going to want you all the time.”
“So you’ll have to get good at taking the chances,” I grinned.
“Go commando more often and I’ll do my duty,” he retorted.
“Commando, short skirts, perfect for you to sneak a quickie…”
“Mm, Shan, that sounds nice… I’ve always wanted to do that to you…”
“What, be in me?”
“Always had fantasies about you, Shannon. Bit hard not to, given how beautiful you are.”
“Mm. Flirt.”
“Unashamedly so,” he yawned.
We lay quiet, joined, content. Olly’s breathing slowed and deepened, and the sensation of him sleeping curled up against me filled me with a gentle warmth.
I knew that doubts and recriminations would come, later, but they were later’s problem, and right now I was where I wanted to be. I closed my eyes and listened to the wind howling down the mountainside.
I fell asleep, still smiling, and woke to daylight and Olly’s gentle but insistent touch.