by A. A. Davies
“Strip, I want to see you, Sonea…all of you,” he orders, and the husky command has me swiftly rushing to obey.
My fingers grip the hem of my shirt, and lifting it over my head, I discard it on the floor before I lower my leggings and pull them off over my feet. Rising again, I stare defiantly at Aston. Like him, I’m now wearing nothing but my underwear. A groan of satisfaction rumbles in his chest, and he runs a hand through his hair, almost tearing at the strands before he strides across the room, and shoving me back on the bed, he crawls between my thighs. The friction of his hard cock against my sensitized clit through the material of my panties makes me squirm, and I whimper.
Aston pauses, and his expression is so tortured it stabs my heart.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, but damn I don’t think I can stop. Tell me you want me to stop, Sonea,” he begs.
My throat clogs with emotion, yet somehow I manage to choke out a response. “I’m sorry I can’t. I don’t want you to stop. Please don’t make me lie to you, Aston.”
At my words, he lowers his head and catches my lips in a kiss. His hands grip me in a touch so searing I feel it burn through my flesh to my bones. Sliding one hand up my body to cup my breast, he pinches my nipple through the fabric of my bra before pulling the cup down to expose it. He quickly covers the rosy bud with his mouth while his other hand yanks my panties down my thighs, and I scrabble to remove his boxers. His mouth is everywhere, his tongue driving me to distraction as I lift each of my legs in turn to help him divest me of my underwear.
“Last chance to stop me,” he offers, and his hot breath on the damp skin of my nipple makes me shiver.
My silence gives him my answer, and when he slides his large cock into my pussy, I gasp at the fullness as he stretches me wide to accommodate him. I’m not a virgin, but he’s just claimed what I know now should have always been his. He’s always been in my blood, and as he sinks his cock deeply into my body, I know I’ll never be able to remove his brand from within me.
Chapter Nine
Sean
The soft sounds of feminine moans filter through the walls, waking me up. When masculine grunts punctuate the air in response, I frown in confusion because the only other people in the house are my family, or at least, that’s what I thought. They never mentioned anyone else, and unless someone arrived after I went to bed, something strange is going on.
Grabbing my phone from the nightstand and seeing it charged, I tug the cable from the socket and use the screen light to guide me, not wanting to alert anyone to my presence. I get out of bed onto the soft carpet that molds beneath my bare feet, muffling my steps as I edge out of the room.
I can see a light on in Sonea’s bedroom, seeping out into the hallway through the door that I notice is slightly ajar. I’m already beginning to doubt my reason for sneaking down here to see what she’s doing, but curiosity drives me onward. Still using my phone to light my way so I’m able to mind where I step and avoid the two creaky floorboards, I move toward her door. Peering through the crack, I spot her bed and the two naked figures moving on top of it. I can only watch in disbelief as the powerful body of a man with his back to me drives into her body.
Something unexpected comes over me, and with shaking fingers, I hurriedly press a few buttons on my phone and hit record. After checking the angle of the screen, I lift my eyes to watch the scene unfolding in front of me, and shame fills me when my dick thickens in response to the sight. I close my eyes in pain, and open them again before sliding my free hand down the front of my boxers to rub my dick in time to the movements of the man fucking my sister to within an inch of her life.
I don’t know how long I stand there completely enraptured by what I’m seeing. Eventually, Sonea lets out a high keening sound that morphs into a long pleasure filled moan, and the man between her thighs lets out one last grunt and stills just as I find my own release, coating my hand and my underwear. As he lowers his head to kiss her he turns slightly, and I nearly drop my phone in shock when I see my brother kissing Sonea fully and deeply on the lips, tangling his hand in her hair at the same time.
I stop recording and dart silently back to my room, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and my mind rebelling while simultaneously replaying every moment. Glancing down at the phone still clutched in my hand, I see the word ‘saved’ flash across the screen.
Chapter Ten
Sonea
Waking up, I feel a heavy, warm arm draped across my waist and a large body cocooning me. I twist slightly to see Aston sleeping behind me and smile at his peaceful face. Gone are the lines of worry that occasionally pull his eyebrows together and the almost perpetual frown that mars his features when he’s stressed. He’s done so much for me and Sean, and last night he took care of me in a way I’d never expected to be cared for by him.
Stretching as best I can without waking him, I groan at the ache of my straining muscles and the dull burn between my legs. Aston surprised me last night; his power and the way he moved his body with mine to create something that felt almost otherworldly was overwhelming. I was completely swept up in him.
As much as I want to continue to lie here in the shelter of his arms, I know we can’t do that. Sean will no doubt be waking up soon, and he can’t catch us like this. We took a risk as it was, and thankfully didn’t disturb my sleeping twin in the process. Aston should’ve gone back to his room last night, but exhaustion and the hazy bliss of sex whisked us both away before he could.
Rolling over to face Aston, I trace the line of his jaw with my fingertips and brush my lips over his. As he stirs, he lets out a sleepy groan and tugs me closer to him, slipping his leg between mine so I’m straddling his thigh. A blush heats my cheeks when I feel his morning wood digging into my hip, and when I try to wiggle away, he grinds against me.
“Unless you want to take care of that or be fucked and possibly wake up Sean, I suggest you stop moving about like that,” he mumbles, his voice husky and thick with sleep.
Feeling bold, I kiss his lips and slide lower beneath the bedcovers until my face is level with his cock that’s standing proudly. Kissing the head softly, I trail my tongue over the ridges, down to the base and back up.
“Fuck, Sonea. You’re trying to get in trouble now. Don’t make me ground you or something,” he threatens, rolling onto his back and lifting the sheet to watch me with tired eyes and a little smirk tilting the corner of his mouth.
Giving him a wicked grin of my own, I lower my mouth over his length until I feel it kissing the back of my throat. Inhaling deeply through my nose, I swallow past my gag reflex, and he instinctively jerks his hips up to fill my throat. I can’t breathe enough to gag, and I can just about manage to move my tongue to lick around his shaft. A strained grunt passes from his lips, and his palm finds the back of my head to guide me off him before he thrusts back in again.
I gag this time, and the way his eyes flash and his fingers tighten in my hair tells me he’s enjoying what I’m doing.
“Fuck, keep doing that with your tongue,” he groans, dropping his head back and letting me take over while still fisting my hair and using it like a leash.
It doesn’t take much longer before his whole body stills with his cock buried deep inside my mouth and my nose pressed to his pelvis. He suffocates me as he comes, spilling his cum down my throat. Aston releases his grip on my hair and I pull back, gasping down a huge lungful of air. I can still taste him on my tongue, and I swallow again before grabbing my bottle of water from the nightstand and taking a drink to clear it.
“That was a nice way to wake up,” he smirks, rubbing his thumb along the seam of my mouth and wiping small droplets of water from my lips.
I smile and kiss his thumb before I throw back the covers, and getting out of bed, I turn to look at him more seriously. “You need to get back to your room before Sean notices or hears that you’re in here with me. He may ask questions. ”
“I can’t come and speak to my little sister?” Aston says test
ily, and I bristle at his condescending tone.
“You can, but you shouldn’t have stayed last night. It was too risky. Besides, it’s far too early in the day to be coming by my room for a chat,” I respond just as snippily, gesturing in annoyance at my clock with its glowing red numbers that read 8:30am.
“You want me to do the walk of shame, when you’re the one that started this, Sonea? You wouldn’t let it drop even when I told you to, and now it’s gotten this far, suddenly you’re worried about perception. You and Sean have always been close, but right now flaunting that closeness when we’re fighting isn’t helping.” Aston’s voice is getting louder, and I can see the hurt and anger simmering in his eyes, all the contentment from our moment having faded.
“I’m not the only one at fault here, Aston. Last night it was you who touched me first and kissed me first. It was you who led me up here. You could’ve left after, and you should’ve.” Shaking my head, I let my annoyance show. “I may have started this months ago, but you chose to finish it. I’m going to the bathroom to shower. I’ll see you at breakfast.”
As I reach over to grab my phone from the nightstand, Aston lunges out and grabs my wrist. I look up at him and he pulls me into his arms, squeezing me tightly and kissing the top of my head.
“I’m sorry, Sonea. This isn’t a normal situation, and with yesterday and then this morning, can you blame me for feeling a bit rejected?”
“No, but you should remember that you rejected me first before you start throwing around blame. You may be the ‘parent’ in our little family, but you’re not the only adult anymore. I may not have been thinking clearly before, but I am now, and all I want to do is to shower and spend some time with Sean today.” I pull back to look at him, and when I see the understanding and acceptance in his eyes, I relax a little.
Aston leans forward and kisses me chastely. It’s such a light brush of his lips over mine, and I shiver at the faint tingle he leaves behind when he pulls back. Without another word, he lets me go, and spinning on my heel, I leave my room and my big brother lying naked in my bed.
Chapter Eleven
Sean
The sound of the bathroom door slamming jars me from my dreams, and when I open my eyes and see the familiar walls with old band posters covering the dark blue paper, I remember I’m home. I roll over to check the time and groan when I see how early it is, but now I’m awake I won’t be able to get back to sleep. As the rest of the previous day slowly comes back to me, my stomach twists with an unrecognizable emotion, and I recall the saved video.
My fingers twitch to pick my phone up and look at the recording, to see if what I remember is different from what actually happened. I was exhausted, and in the morning light, I’m wondering if maybe I imagined seeing my brother in the room with my twin sister. The more I think about it, the more implausible and impossible it seems. Plus, it’s sick to have even thought about filming my sister having sex, let alone actually doing it. I don’t understand what possessed me to record it in the first place.
Deciding to leave the conundrum and put off watching it until I’m thinking more clearly, I swing my legs out of bed and get up. All the while my phone sits on the nightstand, hiding the video within its confines and taunting me with its secret, begging me to unveil it. Shaking my head, I leave my bedroom, nearly bumping into Sonea who’s just leaving the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her hair and another fixed tightly around her body.
She smiles brightly when she sees me and throws her arms around me, letting out a happy sigh. “I’m so glad you’re home, I missed you.”
Bringing my arms around her, I tug her close and hug her. I try not to think about the curves I saw last night and how they’re pressed against me right now, only hidden by the thick material of her towel. I’m sure my cheeks are fire-red, and I hope she won’t see my embarrassment and ask me what’s wrong. I’m not sure I could admit to the sickness that swept over me last night and how the memory of her soft moans and cries is now embedded in my brain. I let her go before she notices the semi I’m sporting due to her closeness and near nudity.
“I missed you too. Now move your ass, Sis, I need to have a shower. You better not have used all the hot water,” I tease, and she lets out an indignant huff, but her amused expression saps all the power from it.
“See you downstairs, Sean.”
I dash past her and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I exhale heavily, and attempt to slow my racing thoughts and heart. Sonea didn’t seem to realize anything was amiss with me, and if she did notice the feel of my semi-hard dick, then I’m hoping she’ll put it down to morning wood, and not what it really was...the evidence of a wrong kind of love.
Smothering all those feelings, I distract myself by mentally playing music in my head. I concentrate on the shower and let my mind go blank of all the confusing and shame-inducing thoughts. By the time I finish, I’m feeling refreshed and calmer than I was when I came in here. Leaving the bathroom, I head down to the kitchen to find Sonea and Aston. I’m drawn to the room by the scent of fresh coffee and toasted bagels.
Something is different this morning, and I’m not sure if it’s my imagination playing tricks on me, or whether the previous night wasn’t just a fucked up dream conjured by my tired subconscious. Aston seems more at ease, but Sonea seems distant, a faraway look in her eyes as though deep in thought, and she’s only half paying attention to the food on her plate.
“Earth to Sonea,” I sing-song and she blinks, focusing on me.
“Huh?” she asks.
“Well, your coffee is probably cold by now, and you’ve shredded that poor bagel of yours. What’s wrong?”
She breathes out a laugh, and shrugs. “Nothing. Just tired, I guess.”
I let her lie slide. She must be tired if she thinks she can pull the wool over my eyes. We’ve always been able to tell when the other is hiding something; that’s partly why we’ve never kept any secrets from each other. I suspect that whatever she’s lying about is the reason she didn’t come home for Thanksgiving. It stings that Sonea feels she can’t trust me with what’s bothering her, because of all the people in the world, she’s the only one I’d trust unconditionally with my life. I love my brother, but the bond I share with Sonea runs deeper than family, and deeper than the blood we all have running through our veins. Besides, she’s not the only one with something to hide right now.
Breakfast curdles in my stomach when I think of the secret I’m keeping. Sonea would be disgusted to know what I did last night, even though I suspect what’s bothering her has to do with what I saw. I don’t even know how to ask her about it. We talk about almost everything, but there are some things we’ve unanimously agreed not to share. Sex isn’t something we discuss, and although Sonea and Aston both know I’m bisexual as I came out to them a couple of years ago, I’ve never divulged anything more about my sex life than that to her. Even if we did share those kinds of things, I’m not sure I’d be able to.
After breakfast, I make an excuse and disappear up to my room. I can’t put this off any longer. I need to know what’s on my phone, and I have to see the truth so I can hopefully put a stop to the chaos whirring around my brain. Maybe I’ll find the courage to confront my sister if my suspicions are confirmed, even if it means admitting how I found out. Shutting my door, I pick up my phone and unlock it.
Digging through it, I locate the camera app and load the album. The last saved item is the video, and my thumb hovers hesitantly over the play button. Swallowing the nervous lump in my throat, I take a deep breath and hit it. The video starts up, and my mouth goes dry as I watch the scene from the previous night unfolding in front of me. There’s no doubting it; there on the screen is my older brother and twin sister fucking each other like their lives depended on it. The intensity of their movements and the pleasure on their faces has been captured with clarity by the tiny camera, and now their brother is watching it on replay.
The video ends when they do, and by time I�
�m done watching, my hand is shaking, my body is covered in a thin sheet of sweat, and my dick is throbbing painfully. Before I can stop to consider the madness of what I’m doing, I swipe back to the beginning, press play and grab my dick in my hand. I grunt at the almost instantaneous relief that follows my touch.
At first I start slowly, and eventually I’m moving my hand in time with their thrusts. I’m so close to coming. I can feel it building as my balls tighten, but just as Sonea lets out a high moan and rapture crosses her face, my bedroom door opens and I jump in shock. I try to cover myself up, and the phone flies from my hand and hits the floor. As I glance up to see who it is, I watch frozen as Sonea bends to pick it up. Fear douses the heat within me like a bucket of cold water when she looks at the screen and her face goes as white as a sheet.
Accusation and a shock that mirrors my own fills her tone when she says, “Sean, what’s this?”
Chapter Twelve
Sonea
Sean stares back at me, his cheeks crimson and expression horrified. The video he was watching stopped playing when it hit the floor at my feet, but I can see on the pause screen mine and Aston’s naked and entwined bodies. He saw us having sex, and he recorded it!
I don’t even know what to say right now, and it seems he doesn’t either. Turning, I slowly force my feet to move, and I leave his room, heading for my own. I need to think, and I want to discover exactly what Sean observed. I can barely process the fact he recorded me and Aston, and when I walked in his room, the way he jumped as though he’d been shot makes me wonder what he was doing with the video. Was he touching himself?