A Twin Desire Ch. 05

I couldn't help but moan as I sucked him and looked into his eyes. There's so much promise behind his boyish good looks. I could see the glowing embers behind his eyes. I could see the desire he was working so hard to contain. I knew he wanted to ravish me, fill me with his hardness, and pound my body like a jackhammer. Yet, he maintained full control and allowed me to go at my pace, which was actually his pace. The words of the song, 'When you say Nothing at All' ran through my mind.

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me

There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me

A touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall

You say it best when you say nothing at all

(My favorite version is by Irish singer, Ronan Keating)

I couldn't help myself. I slid my fingers past the elastic barrier into my panties and began running my fingers over my sex. First my middle finger. I started at my clit and worked all the way to my asshole, then back to my clit. On the second pass, I stopped and inserted my finger into my torrid pussy, gathering the wetness therein. I then slid down to my ass and rubbed the wetness around my pucker. I moved back to my opening, gathered more of my cum, then inserted my wet finger into my ass. I moaned with his cock in my mouth.

My nipples were so hard I had all the tiny bumps around my areolas. I didn't know if I could continue at this slow pace for much longer. I needed to give him control before I went on the attack. With a few final strokes and licks, I crawled back up on the seat and gave him silent permission to do whatever he intended with my willing body.

Brian

After an amazing blowjob, Barb sat back up on the seat. I pulled her to me and kissed her as she continued stroking my hard cock. I could see she was ready for action, and earlier I would have given it to her. When the limo left the resort, I had every intention of a wild ride to the airport. Once she revealed her sexy lingerie, I changed my tactics. I would go slow. Painfully slow. As she ministered to my needs, I could see her struggling to keep the slower pace. Now back in my arms, I knew I could drive her crazy with patience.

We kissed softly, passionately, deliberately as she stroked my cock. I rubbed her body, her breasts, her back, her ass. We kissed. We kissed more. Each kiss brought a promise of something greater. I slowly reached between her legs and ran my fingers lightly over her wet panty-covered pussy. She moaned into my mouth as I circled her clit, then buried her face in my shoulder, trying to catch her breath.

I slid my hand inside her panties and inserted a finger in her. She was dripping wet. I pulled back and ran my wet finger across her clit and drew tiny circles around it. I dipped back inside her and repeated the action on her clit. She continued stroking my cock as I finger fucked her and rubbed her little button.

We were both moaning our pleasure, kissing between moans, mostly our heads buried into the neck of the other. We traded bites and nibbles on each other's ears, neck, collarbones, and lips. My hands slid up her body and cupped her cheeks as I again kissed her hard.

I broke the kiss and moved her into the corner of the seat. I pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet. I knelt in front of her and slowly spread her legs and took in the sight of her body. My cock twitched as it does every time I see her naked.

My hands found her feet and slowly rubbed up to her ankles, shins, knees, thighs, hip, torso, and came to rest on her breasts. I slid them down her stomach to her simmering wetness. She moaned as goosebumps formed from my light, ticklish touch.

I bent down and delved into her sexy folds. Her nectar was sweet to taste and flowed freely on my tongue. How I wanted to be wildly fucking her right now. I wanted my cock buried in this heaven, but I needed to constrain my desires.

As I licked her entrance and sucked her clit, I inserted two fingers into her. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. She alternated between grabbing a handful of hair or putting her hand on the back of my head to pull me closer, deeper into her fiery pussy. Her hips were bucking against my face. She was on the edge of cumming.

Her breathing became more ragged as she approached her climax. Her delicate fingers suddenly clutched a handful of my hair and pulled me tight against her pussy as she began bucking her hips uncontrollably against my mouth and tongue. I held her hips and tried to keep my mouth in the right place. She rode my tongue for several minutes as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss flooded over her. Her moans turned to screams and I figured James was hearing all of them. The back of the limo smelled of musky sex.

When she came down from her orgasm, I sat back up on the seat and leaned back. She sat up and kissed me hard, tasting herself on my face. She moaned as she kissed my entire face, tasting her juices where ever my face was covered.

She turned away from me, straddled my legs, and lowered her blazing snatch onto my rock-hard cock. We both gasped in ecstasy as I slid in easily, all the way to my balls in one motion. She took a moment to lift her feet up next to my thighs before rising and falling on my hardness.

With Barb on top, I lost control of the tempo. She started riding me. Hard. With gusto. With purpose. I held her hips and tried to slow her down. It took several strokes but eventually, she slowed the pace and gave control back to me.

We fell into a steady rhythm as I used my hands on her hips to maintain the pace. Barb moaned as she bounced up and down on me. No words were spoken. No words were needed. Our bodies were making beautiful music with no outside influences needed.

Here and there, I would speed the tempo for a few seconds, slamming her ass into my pelvis causing loud slapping sounds. Then I would slow the pace and push into her with long, steady strokes. We both moaned through each phase.

When I felt her closing in on an orgasm, I sped up and gave her a release. She would throw her head back and ride the wave until it faded away.

After her third orgasm, she moved her feet to the floor which gave her more control over the speed and intensity of my thrusts. This position also gave me a great view of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. I held her hips, but she was in control. She was more aggressive than I had been, and I could feel my own orgasm begin to well up in my balls.

I wet a finger and rimmed her ass. That brought more moans and a faster pace. I wet my finger again and slowly inserted it up to the middle knuckle. She moaned loudly and continued bucking on my cock. I think she liked it. She couldn't hold back her next orgasm as I finger fucked her tight asshole. I so wanted to fuck her ass, but the time has never seemed right. One of these days.

Barbara

I couldn't hold back the cum when he fingered my ass. The intense feeling of his cock in my pussy added to his finger sliding in and out of my backdoor took me right over the edge. As I came down, I wondered why he hadn't tried to fuck me back there. I have given so many signals that I want it.

The feeling of his cock in my pussy and finger in my ass was so intense, I had to move. I stood, turned, and remounted him. He immediately grabbed my hips and pulled me up for some long, slow strokes up and down. I then began riding him harder and faster. I leaned back and held on to his knees to give him the best view possible. The desire in his eyes was like an addictive drug I couldn't get enough of.

Our hypnotic trance was suddenly interrupted by James on the intercom. "Fifteen minutes to the airport."

Brian

SERIOUSLY? We had completely lost ourselves in each other. Time stood still as we made love with the passion of lovers following a long absence.

I looked up at Barb and she read my thoughts. We needed to finish or I was going to have a serious case of blue balls. Then again, the Mile-High Club started looking like a nice option. Either way. Blue balls or not.

We quickened the pace. I figured we had at least ten minutes before we needed to start dressing. Barb figured we had thirty seconds. I couldn't slow her down. I didn't want to cum yet, but she had other plans. I did what any other man would do in this situation. I thought about dead puppies. Hey, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.

Unfortunately, as soon as puppies popped into my brain, all I could see were Barb's puppies bouncing in my face. Dead puppies took a back seat.

The first words spoken since this 'ride' began came from my mouth. "Slow down, babe," I begged. "We have a little time."

She leaned over me, kissed me, and slowed her pace. She then arched her back and fed her puppies to my anxious mouth. I licked and sucked her nipples and slathered her breasts with saliva. She slowed down. But having her tits in my face did nothing to calm my balls. I felt the explosion coming.

"I'm gonna cum," I said. "Speed up and fuck me hard, Twinkie."

And she did. And I did.

As my balls began releasing my pent up cum, she slowed down and clenched my cock with her pussy muscles. She began slowly milking my cum from my cock. She leaned in and kissed me as our cum began flowing from her pussy onto my cock. She continued milking my erection until it faded away and slipped from her wet confines.

We continued to kiss, hug, and grope for a few minutes. I suddenly saw a freeway sign indicating the airport was the next exit. I pushed Barb off my lap and told her to clean up and get dressed. She finished snapping her pants when James opened the door to let us out.

Looking back, I may have had enough on the credit card to pay James to drive us to Phoenix. Hindsight is 20/20.

Barbara

We arrived at the airport with just over an hour to check our bags and get through security. When we arrived at our gate, boarding had already begun.

"I hope you gave James a big tip," I said as we approached the gate. "His timing was impeccable."

"He got plenty," he assured me. "But you're right. He was a great driver and his personality only added to our entire experience."

We found our seats and soon we were airborne. I snuggled in close to my sweet, handsome hubby and held his arm as we ascended into the blue afternoon sky. White puffy clouds surrounded our plane and gave the impression that we were floating on a sea of cotton. I pondered at how perfectly romantic the scene was.

Brian was looking out the window as well. He broke the silence. "If I could reach outside right now," Brian started to say. Oh, my God. Were we on the same wavelength or what? He was feeling the same romantic feelings I was. I anticipated him saying something so beautiful, I was already melting. "I'd grab one of those big marshmallows and shove it down your throat."

Romance? Shot to hell.

"Are you serious?" I squawked, dreams shattered.

He looked at me with confusion. "Well, yeah," he said. "Look at those big marshmallows. Reminds me of the 'Ghostbusters' StaPuft Marshmallow Man."

"Thanks, bunches," I snickered sarcastically and punched him.

"WHAT?" he cried.

"You know how to ruin the perfect romantic moment, idiot."

"We were having a romantic moment?" he wondered.

"Well, I was," I said. "I was looking at the clouds and thinking how we were floating on a sea of pure white cotton."

"Well, see, that's where you're wrong," he said, then pointed out the window. "Thems marshmallows. Waiting to be made into smores. By a campfire. Now THAT'S romantic."

I had to smile at my little boy. I hope he never outgrows his boyish charm. I still punched him. "You're impossible."

"It's why ya loves me," he said with that cute smile. I couldn't deny it. And yet, I did.

"You wish," I answered.

"I knows it." He kissed me. It started romantically. Then he licked my nose and laughed.

"You're such a putz," I scolded as I wiped his copious saliva off my nose.

"It's why ya loves me," he answered again.

"Shutcher pie hole," I said.

"We have pie?" he asked and started looking around the cabin. I punched him again.

We settled in for the long flight home. Unlike the flight to Florida, when I should have been fired up and ready for anything, I was wide awake and fidgety. Brian was yawning. He soon nodded off as I held his arm and snuggled up to his strong, manly shoulder. Predictably, he woke up twenty minutes later fully refreshed. I hate him. Why can't I do that?

We sat quietly for several minutes watching the clouds float by. Here and there, Brian would point out some landmark he recognized on the ground. He was sitting by the window and I usually couldn't get the right angle to see what he was trying to show me. I simply nodded and smiled.

I broke the silence. "Bri, what should we do about Vanessa?" I asked.

"She's your friend, Twink," he replied. 'Twink'? Okay, that's cute, I thought. "Do you believe you can trust her?"

"I think so, but it's a pretty big secret to keep." I had doubts.

"What can we do about it right now?" he asked.

"Not much,' I said. "but I don't think it wise to wait until we're all back in Seattle to worry about it though. I should probably call her before then. Explain the sitch."

Evil flashed in his eyes. He put his mock phone hand to his ear. "Hi, Vanessa, this is Barbara. You know I've been fucking my brother, right? Well, if you promise not to tell, he can fuck you too. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

I punched his arm. "YOU WISH!" I said. "You're such an asshole. I feel sorry for your future wife."

"Yeah, she's gonna have a handful." He laughed.

"Now be serious, butthead. What do we do?"

He shrugged. "Calling her is probably your best option. Waiting till we're back at school is a bit long, and you're right; it's a big secret."

"What would I say to her?"

"Hi, Vanessa, this is Barbara. You wanna fuck my brother?" he mocked again.

"You're fuckin impossible," I said and punched him again. "And way too horny."

"My best endearing qualities wrapped up nicely," he said proudly.

I rolled my eyes. Damn it. He was right.

Brian

Once it was decided Barb would call Vanessa, we sat in silence again for a short time. I pondered how amazing it is to be with someone who I can be myself around. With past girlfriends, silence for anything longer than thirty seconds was awkward and uncomfortable. I could sit for hours with Barb and never feel any discomfort. But there was a bit of discomfort with her. I realized it wasn't the silence that bothered me. It was her new vocabulary.

"Sis, can I ask you something?"

"Anything, handsome," she replied.

"Ya know, back in the hotel in Nevada, I woke up after falling asleep on that stupid couch ..."

"Hey, idiot," she interrupted, "that couch brought us together. Don't be bad mouthing the couch."

"Oh," I said puzzled. "well, okay. I woke up after falling asleep on the 'matchmaking couch'," I air quoted, "I moved and felt a sharp pain in my neck. Do you remember that?"

She laughed at the random memory. "Yes, I remember. Why are you asking me such a random question?"

"Shut up, Barbie," I sneered. "Just answer the question. Geez, you call me an asshole."

She laughed again. "Fine. What's your question, ya big pussy?"

"Do you remember how I reacted?"

"Yes," she answered. "You were a big potty mouth."

"Yes, I was," I replied. "Do you remember what you said?"

"LANGUAGE!"

"Yeah. So, what's been up with you and your language since that night?" I asked. "You curse like a fuckin sailor now."

"That's a good question. I've thought about it myself. Have you noticed I only use that language with you?" she asked.

"Well, not really," I answered as I tried to think of any other time she may have. "I don't think so."

"That language has always been there. We grew up playing sports, ya know," she said. 'Seems as if boys get a pass for the harsh language so it's more acceptable. Girls use the same language, just not as openly."

"I've always been very careful about using that kind of language around you and Heidi, and I guess all girls for that matter. You know how dad grilled Chris and me if anything ever slipped out."

"Yes, he did," she replied. "And I appreciated him for that. Boys today aren't taught how to be a gentleman. Dad did well with you and Chris.

"About my language? Something happened that night between us that went deeper than just my love for you. Deeper probably isn't the right word. I don't know how to say it. I suddenly felt completely comfortable with you. Not just comfy like sitting in silence. Comfy for me to be who I am. Am I making any sense?"

"Yeah, actually, you are."

"I used to feel self-conscience about the language I used when with the girls," she said. "I probably still will with them. But not with you. I'm free to be who I am with you. It's quite liberating."

"Makes sense," I nodded. "I guess I've done the same without realizing it."

"True," she replied. "You notice I don't call you out for language anymore unless I'm joking. I want you to feel comfy as much as I do."

"Well, fuck. If that's all it fuckin takes, I'll fuckin add fuck to my fuckin vocabulary and fuckin use it every fuckin third fuckin word. Fuckin, fuck."

"Good lord," she said and punched me. "Fucker."

Barbara

The flight was smooth as silk. We chatted some. We sat quietly. We simply enjoyed each other as our plane sliced through the air. Our flight was on time and our entire family was there to meet us. Even Heidi. And she was smiling. What drugs had our parents put her on while we were gone?

It was early evening and dad took us to a nice quiet restaurant for a family dinner. It was a welcome surprise since we hadn't eaten since just before leaving the resort. That was over nine hours ago. Brian and I were famished. Dad and mom, Chris, and even Heidi couldn't ask enough questions about our week in Florida. Mom and Heidi were completely taken by my simple ring. I beamed with pride showing it off. We talked a lot as we ate. It was a nice evening.

We were soon home. Brian lugged our bags to our room (MY ROOM!) and we began unpacking. After unpacking, we slipped back downstairs to join the family. We continued answering questions about our honeymoon as the night wiled away. Soon, it was time for bed.

Now that we were home, I decided it was time for Brian to spill. His secret needed to be revealed. As we crawled naked under our sheets, I turned to him and kissed him. I hugged him close and held him.

I was shaking. My stomach was tied in knots. Fear held my entire body hostage. I feared what I was going to hear. Tears fell from my eyes as I pulled back and tried to find the courage to ask the scariest question I could ever ask.

Brian knew it was time. When I pulled back, he saw my tears and wiped them away. "It's time, isn't it?"

I couldn't speak. The lump in my throat was keeping my voice inside. I nodded weakly.

"Honey," he said and lowered his eyes. He didn't want to look at me. "I don't know where to start. I don't want you thinking that any of this is your fault or that you're to blame. This isn't going to be easy for you to hear. You may hate me when I tell you. Are you sure you want to hear this? I don't want to hurt you. I love you."

I found my voice, shaky and weak, but words came out. "Just tell me, sweetie. We'll get through this together. Nothing you can say will change my love for you," I said, unsure if I was right. Could our love survive what he was about to tell me? I could only hope.

"Do you remember the Child Development class we had in our sophomore year of high school?" he asked. I nodded. "I don't know how your class went, but in mine, we spent nearly two days debating the pros and cons of incestuous relationships and having babies. I was firmly on the 'no kids' side of the argument. I've never strayed. I need to be blunt, Barb. We can't have kids together."