tagIncest/TabooA Dish Best Served Cold

A Dish Best Served Cold

byjulybear7©

Brother and sister twins scheme to save their father's business from a crook, and discover they're in love. Sis shows up nearly nude at her wedding. More to follow. Votes and comments always welcome. Signed comments answered. Jb7

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It was late Wednesday afternoon. Lee Brock closed the drawer on the file cabinet just as Pete Adams, his partner in the small engineering consulting firm stuck his head in the door. "Hey, Lee, you coming out with us for a drink before we hit the lanes?"

"Not tonight, Pete. My twin sister called last night to tell me she's coming to spend the week with me. You've been gone all day or I would have warned you sooner. Max's getting married next weekend, so I'll be gone until a week from Monday. I've spent the day getting everything caught up or temporarily reassigned. If you need me, phone, but I expect you won't miss me, too much. "

"Bullshit! If you're gone, who'm I gonna order around?"

"Everyone else. I gotta be crazy, leaving you a clear field with Rosa. You two will probably be engaged by the time I get back," Lee grinned, referring to the hot new Latina they had just hired as a receptionist.

Pete returned the grin. "I think I like your sister a whole lot more, and I never even knew you had a twin."

"And until she's married, horndog, you won't meet her," Lee answered. "Oops, I gotta get out of here. Her plane lands in half an hour. Don't mess things up too much while I'm gone. See you in a couple of weeks."

The plane was on time. When Lee first saw Max, short for Maxine, he couldn't believe how thin and tired she looked. As soon as she was within reach, he swept his sister up in a bear hug, to which she responded with a loud sniffle. He stepped back and was about to ask why when she shook her head and simply said, "Later. Take me home."

Lee lived about a twenty minute drive from the airport, on the south eastern edge of the small Iowa city he called home. During the drive, Max ignored the seatbelt and sat cuddled up to him, her legs folded under her, Lee's right arm around her shoulder. On the way, he phoned his favorite Chinese restaurant and ordered some mildly spiced orange beef and steamed rice for two to be delivered.

He had just finished putting Max's bags in the guest room when the food arrived. By the time he had it set up on the kitchen table, Max came out of the bathroom in her robe, looking marginally better. She walked up to him and gave him a bear hug similar to the one he had given her in the airport.

"Thank you for letting me come for such a long visit on so little notice. I really appreciate it."

"I didn't know I had a choice," he replied with a grin.

"In truth, you didn't," she answered somberly, looking up at him, "but thanks anyway."

Still sensing something was wrong, Lee decided to let Max tell him about it in her own way. "So, who's the lucky guy, and what's the hurry in getting married? Did Dad have to break out his shotgun?"

Instead of being shocked or insulted by the question, which she recognized as her brother's twisted way of putting her at ease, she laughed. "Don wishes. Shit, I haven't even let the bastard kiss me yet. I've told you about him, I think; Don 'the man with Vaseline hair' Pieters, Dad's executive vice-president in charge of sales." She turned away from her twin and sat at the table.

Lee took his place opposite her. "You gotta be shittin' me, Max. That oily son of a bitch? You said you can't stand to be in the same room as him. Why?"

"You've been selling your stock in Dad's business, haven't you? In dribs and dabs, but almost half of what he gave you, right? How much did it go for?"

"Well, yeah. Every couple of months, my broker would call and tell me there was an OTC bid for a hundred or a hundred and a half a share for the common stock. I guess I've sold about a hundred shares or so over the past six months. But Brian said it was always to a different company. I thought some investors were buying it because it was so solid."

"Well, it was oily Don. Over the past year and a half, he's accumulated enough so he owns or controls proxies totaling 50.5 per cent of the voting stock in Dad's company. And that's not the worst.

"He bragged to me, privately, of course, that he has rigged the books so that it looks like Dad has been siphoning money out of the company for his personal use, to the tune of nearly a hundred thousand dollars. If I don't marry him, he will force an audit, sending Dad to prison.

"Which brings me to one of the reasons I'm here. The bastard also blackmailed my OB/GYN to get access to my medical records. Seems good doctor Mike was involved in a hit and run DUI right after he got out of med school." She paused to take a drink.

"Anyhoo, Don found out I'm still a virgin, and vowed he'd make short shrift of it on our wedding night." Her face hardened, and her voice began to rasp.

"If I have to, before I let him anywhere near my cunt, I'll walk into a biker bar and offer my cherry to the dirtiest motherfucker in the place," she hissed, biting the words out. Softly, almost as a whisper, she added, "I'm hoping you won't make me do that,".

Lee's chopstick load of beef stopped in mid-air as he looked at his twin, not believing what he thought he heard. "What? What do you mean?"

"I will not give that motherfucking, cocksucking, son of an asshole anything resembling a chance at taking my cherry. If you won't do it for me, then I'll have to find someone else. But I'd rather it was you.

"If I have to get fucked, so be it; but I'd rather have you make love to me for my first time, and as many more as we can squeeze in before we have to fly back. Can you, will you do that for me, Lee? Please?

"Shit! Look at me!" She pounded her fists on her thighs, her voice breaking. "I'm practically begging my brother to fuck me! Goddam that son of a bitch bastard!" She broke into sobs, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

In a flash, Lee was at her side, holding her, her face in his shoulder. "Shhh, Max; it's alright. What ever you need, of course, I'll help. C'mon," he said lifting her, cradled in his arms, "lets get more comfortable." He carried her into the living room, to sit on the couch, holding her on his lap.

"Are you sure you want me..." Her emphatic nod cut off his question.

Her eyes bored into his. Although she was speaking softly, there was a hard sense of purpose in her voice. "I don't give a shit about it being incest! There isn't anyone else I want or trust. I don't want you to just take my virginity, I also want you to get me pregnant. And the last time we make love before the wedding, I want you to leave hickeys and bites all over my boobs, my ass and my pussy."

She broke eye contact for a second, then looked back at him. "And I want you to come home and go to work for us. That way you can be around to make sure 'you' get me pregnant," she said, emphasizing the you.

Lee didn't answer her, directly. He continued to sit and hold her on his lap as she recounted how Don had approached her and revealed their father's danger; how she had spent nearly two weeks verifying the situation and looking for a way out it.

She had even hired a friend, an independent accountant, to repeat her work. He had advised her to take her story to the police, but, when Max pointed out that it was her father who would likely go to prison, agreed to keep silent.

Max straightened up to look at her brother. "There's something else I need your help with. I want to ruin him. I am going to resign from my job as of the day we return from the honeymoon, but I've already put through the paperwork to hire you, at a significant raise by the way, as VP of engineering.

"You need to find a way to run the business into the ground, and still leave enough so we can recover when he's gone. Like a phoenix." She leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips.

"And while you are doing that, I'm going to be spending his money like it's going out of style, with nothing to show for it. What say you, brother?"

Without answering her, Lee slid his hand up the back of her leg and began to poke and tickle the ass cheek within easy reach. With a combination laugh and sigh of exasperation, Max batted at his hand, asking "What in hell do you think you're doing..."

Lee looked at his sister with a grin. "Choosing my first piece." Max's eyes flew open as her laugh sounded with a whoop. Her arms flew around her brother's neck as her lips closed on his.

Lee pulled his face from his sister's quim and moved up to kiss her on the lips, letting her taste herself for the first time. He flopped down on the bed beside her, leaning on one elbow while his other hand gently played with her untrimmed thatch.

With a smile that spelled delighted, he slipped his middle finger into her dampness, and said, just above a whisper, "I've wanted to do this since our fifteenth birthday."

Max smiled back, with a faint blush. "So have I. Do you remember that night..."

"Gawd, yes. That was the first time I saw you nude since we stopped taking baths together when we were, what, three, four?" His hand stopped moving and gently cupped her mound and vulva. "You were so beautiful...I just wanted to...hold you, kiss you, love you...thinking about it felt so right, and so wrong."

"And turned you on. I remember seeing you in the mirror and watching your towel grow," she said with a grin. "I was so shocked, and intrigued at the same time, wondering what you looked like. And I wanted the same things you did, except I felt like there was something wrong with me because I wanted to make love with my brother. That was why I began to pull away and get some friends of my own."

"I saw what you were doing; I figured it was just you growing up and sort of copied you, going out for sports and band and stuff." His hand began to spiderwalk up her abdomen, headed for the sensitive underside of her breasts.

"I never did get over wanting to be with you. My best friend in college, when I got engaged to Sarah, told me it would never work because she wasn't my type. He pointed out she was a short, bubbly, blonde cheerleader type, not the tall, willowy, blue-eyed, bookish brunette I usually went for. When I thought about what he had said, I realized every other girl I had seriously dated looked like you."

"What happened with Sarah?"

"A couple of weeks before the wedding, we were at someone's birthday party, and I spent the whole evening on a couch talking to some other guy's date; she was the tall, willowy..."

"Me?" Max asked, smiling.

"Uh huh. Sarah gave me back the ring that night. She said she wasn't mad, she just couldn't compete with someone who was obviously still a very strong ghost."

"And since then?"

"There have been a couple of serious, well half serious, affairs, no pun intended. But after Sarah, I took a long look at what I wanted and didn't think it was possible, so I've adopted the happy bachelor life style. How about you?"

"Nothing as interesting as you. I'm sure you heard my nickname in high school, Miss Icy Hands. It didn't help that the first night I parked with a guy at the ball field, Dad's friend, Zeke, was on patrol and checked our car. Without thinking about it, I called him Uncle Zeke, like we always did...

"So, that's how Arnie knew. Some junior was hassling me in the locker room after gym one day because I wouldn't let him copy my test. Arnie Davis interrupted him to ask if the police chief was really my uncle. Nobody ever tried to hassle me again."

"Or get fresh with me." Her right hand caught his hand and pressed it to her breast, while her left reached out and grabbed his staff. "Speaking of which, I'm ready, and it looks like you are, too. It's time to get the unpleasant part of this over. How are we going to do it?"

"Easiest on you is for you to be on top, controlling the speed and pressure," Lee said, rolling onto his back, pulling her with him so she lay on top of him.

"I see," she said with a smile. "That way, if it hurts, I get the blame, huh?"

"Well, it is your idea. I'm just here for the ride," he said, laughing, but with a look of concern in his eyes. By today's standards, twenty-six was late to still be a virgin.

He had been shocked by her revelation earlier. He couldn't even think of any other women who were possibly still virgin at that age. Hell, even their maternal grandmother freely admitted she had gotten pregnant at eighteen, at one of the numerous rock concerts she had attended during the mid-sixties, and didn't have any idea who their mother's father had been.

Max slid down his rod, moaning slightly, echoed by Lee. When they ran into the impediment, their eyes opened and their gazes locked. "Hold still," he told her.

He raised his hips, pushing his rod into her, stretching the hymen slightly. He retracted his hips a little, then quickly thrust them upwards, driving through the thin tissue.

Max yelped with the sharp pain and collapsed on his chest, as they both registered the fact that he was fully imbedded in her. She raised her head and kissed him on the lips.

"Thank you, brother. Just so you know, even if you were married, and I wasn't being coerced into marriage, I would have asked you to do this. I decided that day I wanted you to be my first lover."

"I love you, too, Max," he said, tenderly. "More than I realized until just now." She smiled and they kissed again, like lovers kiss.

Soon they were moving on/in each other, leading to the inevitable desirable conclusion. After their mutual climax, they fell asleep.

In the morning, Max was roused by Lee kissing and sucking on her nipples, accompanied by an almost unbearable pressure in her bladder. She pulled his face up for a kiss and then pushed him away to hurry to the bathroom.

Lee followed her and stepped into the shower where he released his morning water while he turned on the shower and waited for it to get warm.

As soon as her bladder was empty, Max joined her brother. Grabbing the soap, he lathered up the washcloth and began running it over her back while he kept his other hand nicely filled with one of her BB sized breasts. When it came time to soap her back cheeks, he laid the cloth over her shoulder and applied his soapy hand to cleaning her butt and crack.

While Lee soaped up her ass, Max grabbed the cloth, still quite soapy, and began to wash his pubes and nutsack. When they were sufficiently sudsy, she returned the cloth to her shoulder and began to wash Lee's cock with her hands, stroking and caressing it, pushing the foreskin back to reveal his crown, which she gently stroked, with the expected result.

She turned him into the shower stream to rinse and then turned him back so she was protected from the running water. She dropped to her knees and took hold of his cock with both hands, just covering the shaft. "Wow," she said, "almost eight inches, and nicely thick. Impressive, brother.

"I've never done what I'm about to try, so if I do something wrong, or inadvertently hurt you, let me know right away. Okay?"

Without waiting for an answer, she slipped her mouth over the crown of his prick and pushed her head forward until she felt it against the back of her mouth. Instead of withdrawing, she held it there, caressing all of the male member she could reach with her tongue.

Lee stood it for as long as he could. "Max, I'm gonna cum soon if you don't stop."

He looked down into her laughing eyes, seeing the smile turning up the corners of her mouth around his dick. She pulled back until just the crown was in her mouth, applying suction all the way. With a final caress of her tongue, she released him, only to immediately push back onto his cock, all the way down to his pubes.

Looking down, he saw her nose buried in his curlies. The sight was too much for his climax control center. His seed boiled up from his sac, through his shaft and down his sister 's gullet. As he spewed, she pulled back, collecting the final blasts on her tongue, her delight evident in her eyes and smile. "Mmmmm," was all she said.

Lee bent down to pull her to her feet. "For someone who never did that before, you did very well."

"The internet," she replied, with a smile. "It has these great instructional videos, from all over the world, showing how to do that, and some other fun-looking stuff."

Lee grinned in reply. "Anything strike your fancy?"

"Later, horny, I mean honey," she laughed. "In spite of your intimate donation to my breakfast, I could eat a horse. Remember, we didn't have any supper last night. What have you got to feed us?"

"We can use the leftovers from last night and make an omelette or fritatta. Or, if you'd rather, there are pancakes or waffles, or fried eggs and sausage with toast. Or we can go out..."

"No going out. I don't intend to dress again until we have to catch the plane back to Buffalo." She looked at him under half closed lashes. "Unless you seriously object to your non-virgin sister running around your house nude."

"Like I object to being able to breathe," Lee answered, grinning from ear to ear. "What's your pleasure, then?"

"I'm assuming you mean food to eat," she replied with a sexy smile. "Just eggs and toast, with coffee. We can reheat the beef for supper tonight."

Max moved to sit on Lee's lap as they lingered over their breakfast coffee. "How much have you told Dad about what you're doing?" Lee asked his twin, his right hand caressing her bare thigh.

"He knows we're getting married. He wasn't too happy and wanted to know if I'd lost my mind. He thinks even less of Don than I do. He'd like to get rid of him, but he can't really find cause, he's covered his tracks so well. I can't tell him anything more; not yet, anyway."

"We have to tell him about us."

"Wha...why? Do you want him to totally disown me?"

"Don't worry about that. As long as we're happy, he'll be happy for us. And telling him about us will make telling him about what we're going to do easier, and get him to help us. I'm going to need his help with making it look like the business is failing while really getting it ready to take off when your husband disappears."

"You're sure? He's changed some since we left for school. You don't know him as well as you think."

"I know he'll try to talk you out of marrying that SOB, and much as I dislike the idea, it really is necessary to regain the stock he's purchased. My biggest fear for you is that he'll get violent."

"I almost hope so. In NY today, spousal violence can result in jail time, and spousal rape is treated just like any other rape. He might think being married automatically gives him the right to have sex with me, but if I say not, tough titty." She leaned down to give her brother a peck on his lips.

"Enough talk. We've got a baby to make. If I've planned it right, I'm just about mid-cycle, and getting married on what should be the first day of my period, which is what I'll tell numb nuts so he'll wear a rubber. By the time he gets to poke his naked dick in my little hole, I'll know I'm pregnant. Until then, he's going to need to use a rubber for his monthly visits to my bed."

"Monthly?"

"I can't keep him out of it altogether, or I'm sure he'd carry out his threat to call for an audit. I can limit him by holding up the specter of going to prison for raping his wife, and how the inmates would treat him when they hear that.

"Don is like most bullies, a coward at heart. And from what I've seen and heard him say, a homophobe. We've had a couple of European customers, recently, who greet and leave with hugs. It's almost comical to see his expression when that happens."

Lee stood up, lifting her in his arms. "Well, we got a job to do, one I intend to enjoy a great deal." He carried her to the back of the one story bungalow and placed her in the center of his queen sized bed. Without preamble, he buried his face in her quim and began to gently nibble and suck on the most sensitive spot on a woman's body, answered by Max's soft moans.

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