The Break of Dawn Ch. 02

"Man, I'm so relaxed," she said as she tried to catch her breath. "Must be the margaritas."

"You do make a great margarita," I said, handing her one before I picked up mine and we both sipped on them.

"I'm a little buzzed," she giggled. "I never told you that drinking makes me horny, did I?"

"No, you've never mentioned that."

"Well, it does." She set her drink on the end table as she reached for me with the other hand. I lay on top of her and we kissed. Her arms wrapped around me and she caressed my back and butt while I supported myself on one elbow, my other hand wandering from her hip to her face, sometimes groping her ass or breast. "I love your touch," she whispered, running her tongue along my ear.

"Dammit, Dawn," I groaned. Her legs came up and wrapped around me, the soles of her feet caressing my calves.

"I need you inside me again," whispering in my ear. "And I want to trust my birth control. I need to feel you come in me." I twitched and moaned at the thought. I pulled my head back to look into her pale blue eyes and they looked at me with a gentle look of adoration. I could only imagine that she saw the same thing in mine, because that's exactly how I felt at that moment.

I pressed forward and my head quickly found the wet lips of my sister's hot velvety love. She arched her eyebrows in pleasant anticipation and we gazed into each other's eyes as I entered her smoothly. "Dawn," I groaned.

"Oh, Trav. You feel so good." She rolled her hips gently as I began to stroke in and out of my beautiful twin. Our breath mingled as we kissed passionately, romantically, longing for each other. We made love in silence, the only noises being the crackle of the fire, our breathing and the occasional whispered word of love or arousal. After a few minutes, Dawn pulled my head down and I kissed and nibbled her neck and collarbone. "Do you think mom and dad are doing this right now, too?"

I groaned at her question. I paused to answer her question before resuming my kisses. "Probably."

"I wonder if mom is enjoying it as much as I am. You're a perfect fit for me."

"I don't know," I groaned. "They've been together a long time." I pulled back to look at her as I continued to make love to her. "But they aren't twins. I don't think I will ever have with anyone else, what I have with you."

She stroked my cheek. "Me, neither. I love you, Trav."

"I love you, Dawn."

"Oh, god," she moaned as I picked up the pace. "Do it, Travis. Give me everything you have."

"I will," I grunted. "I can't wait much longer."

"Don't! Oh, god, I'm coming!" she whined, her hand squeezing my shoulder while her other hand worked her clit. "Travis!"

The fire in my groin ejected out of me like a roman candle. "AAHH!" I grunted with each pulse of my fiery seed into my sister. I was buried as deep as I could go in her. The bottom of my cockhead rolled over her cervix as I exploded over and over into her pulsing pussy. Dawn was silent, saying nothing, making no sound, but pulsing, pulsing, pulsing around my shaft.

The flashing lights behind my eyelids finally died down and I lay, tired and thrilled, atop my sister.

"Oh, my god," she giggled, wrapping me in her arms and legs. "That was amazing! I could feel you pulse and shoot inside me! I want more! I want you to come in my pussy when we make love!"

I pushed up off of her. "Are you serious?" I loved the thought of it.

She nodded briskly. "Mm-hmm! Well, sometimes I want to see it and feel it on me, but I want you to be able to let go without worrying about pulling out. That was so hot!" She pulled me down to hug and to kiss me again. I loved being with her this way. After a minute, she said, "Come on, let's go use mom and dad's tub."

She pushed against me and I lifted off of her, pulling out and getting to my feet. She giggled as she stood. "I can feel you leaking out of me. It's running down my leg." I looked as she spread her legs a little and sure enough, my thinning seed trickled down her inner thigh. She quickly called me to follow her upstairs, where I soon found myself in our parents' soaker tub, my sister nestled against my chest. We talked and kissed as she leaned back against me. After the bath we cleaned up downstairs and I closed the screen on the fireplace before we retired to bed, this time both of us in her room. We didn't make love again that night, but the next morning we got in one more romp before we cleaned up, expecting our parents home by lunch.

"How did you know?!" dad exclaimed, laughing as he looked at the box containing a golf GPS.

"Are you kidding me?" laughed mom. "You've pointed it out three times this year, at least!"

"I know," he shrugged with a smile. "Thank you, darlin'." He stood up from the floor where he had been playing Santa, distributing the rotation of gifts. Each of us had our haul stacked beside us and Dawn and I were even with each other, just like we had agreed. While it was not late into the night, our Christmas Eve tradition kept us busy in the evening, with eating, reading "The Night Before Christmas", opening presents, and examining what we got. We knew it wouldn't be long before mom would clean the kitchen and then she and dad would retire to their room, where they exchanged private gifts.

When we were kids, they would put us to bed after opening gifts, then stay in their room for a couple of hours to make sure we were asleep, then go back downstairs. The next morning, Santa had come and Dawn and I would spend the day playing with our toys. The rule was that Santa would come until (a) we stopped believing in him, (b) we got married, or (c) we moved out. Dawn and I went to them when we were seventeen and told them it was okay not to have Santa visit anymore. We all knew that we had stopped believing a long time ago, but we knew that if we said anything, that it would cut our gifts by a good bit. As we got older, our taste in gifts became more expensive (electronics, etc.) or selective (getting gift cards to get what we wanted). As a result, Christmas morning no longer found our living room filled with Hot Wheels tracks and Legos, and our day got started much later.

Dawn and I offered to clean the kitchen and to put the food away, which we would snack on for the next few days, so that mom and dad could get to bed. They knew we knew about their secret exchange, which had come about as part of their marriage revival just as we were entering high school, but neither our parents nor us ever mentioned it. After cleaning the kitchen, I sat downstairs with my sister so we could watch one of the movies she got from mom and dad. We each had our little plate of food and a soda and curled up together, knowing they would not be coming back down. Of course we talked and goofed off and touched during the movie, but soon enough we let the fire die down and unplugged the Christmas tree.

"You ready for your presents?" Dawn asked with a smile.

"More than ready," I sighed. "God, I've been waiting forever."

"I know," she pouted, "And I'm sorry. But you know we have to be careful when they're home." She stood close and stroked my chest. "I'll try and be quiet, but I have to admit that I'm glad mom and dad have had the champagne and the sex to knock them out."

"Man, I wish we could do it right here with the Christmas tree lights."

"Me, too, but you know we can't risk getting caught."

"I know you're right," I nodded. "Anywhere with you is going to be amazing." I kissed her gently on the lips and she smiled as she backed away from our kiss. As she led me upstairs by the hand, I asked, "Your room or mine?"

"Yours. It's farther from theirs."

"Good point." God, she looked hot in that tight red mini skirt, ivory sweater, black tights and black knee-high boots. She led me by the hand up to my room. She dropped me off at my door and said she would be right back. While she was gone, I pulled two boxes and a bag from under my bed and sat on the bed to wait. She returned quickly with two boxes and two bags, grinning from ear to ear as she re-entered my room and locked my door. She sat down on the other side of my bed, placing her gifts in the center.

"Merry Christmas, Travis," she said. She gave me a Christmas card first, holding out the envelope and immediately making me feel like a shithead.

"I feel like an idiot. I didn't get you a card."

"I didn't expect one," she smiled. "This is just from me to you."

I smiled and took the card from her. She bit her thumbnail as she watched me open and read it. I didn't even know they made romantic Christmas cards, but apparently they do. The sentiment printed in the card was nice, but it was what Dawn wrote that captivated me. Travis, I know that what we have shouldn't be. I know that no one can know how much I love you, but I want you to know. If only you. I am so glad that Chris cheated on me, if only for the reason that it gave us a chance to spend that night at the hotel. I can't tell you how much I love you and how safe I feel with you. I feel safer and more beautiful with you than I ever had before. You mean the world to me. Thank you for loving me as much as I love you. Dawn

I wiped my eyes after reading it, having never received a card like it before. I knew it was a big risk for Dawn to write down her feelings for me so clearly, knowing that I had only two choices: to destroy the card soon so that no one would ever know about us, or to hold onto it, risking that it could be found at some point. I never wanted to get rid of it and I knew I would risk it, hiding it the best I could.

"Thank you, gorgeous," I said, wiping my tears. "I love you more than anything, too."

"I know you do," she said with a smile, wiping a tear from her eye. "So," she said, "Since we're on that subject. . ." She handed me a wrapped package.

"It's your turn," I said.

"No, I have four. And besides, this one is different." I accepted it, shaking my head at her generosity. I could tell it was a book and I peeled the paper away. "This is the book you gave mom and dad," I said.

"Kind of," she shrugged.

Dawn had given mom and dad a book of the poetry she had written the past few years, having had it printed and bound. I recognized the cover, a brown faux leather with silver embossing. I flipped through it as she spoke.

She cleared her throat first and then said, "That one doesn't have all the same poems in it. It has a lot of the same ones, but there are some that are in mom and dad's book that aren't in yours. Travis," she said, causing me to look at her, "Every poem in that book is about you."

"What?"

"Some are more subtle and could be about anyone, so mom and dad would never know, but some are clearly about you. And I hope you're okay, but I started writing some. . . erotic. . . poetry, too. I hope you get turned on as much reading it as I did writing it. Not having you with me for the last few weeks meant that I had to handle my own business," she smiled. "I wrote out of that need for you, missing you. I hope you like them."

"I know I'm going to love them. Thank you." I leaned in and kissed her.

"My turn!" she giggled, clapping her hands excitedly.

"It's not as cool as yours," I apologized, embarrassed as I handed her one of the wrapped boxes.

"Hmm," she frowned, shaking the box, "I wonder what it is." She looked at me as she began unwrapping it. Focusing on the gift again, she ripped the paper away and then fell over on the bed laughing, letting the package drop to my bedspread. "That's awesome!" she cried as she continued to laugh.

"I thought it might help for those times when we can't be together," I smiled.

She sat up and shook her head, still snickering, as she read the instructions on the kit to make a mold of my penis to create her own dildo. "I am so going to use this!" she laughed. "Thank you! Okay, your turn again."

She handed me another box. I opened it up and saw a 100-gigabyte external hard drive. As soon as I saw what it was, she said, "That's so we can store all the pictures and movies and poems that no one else will ever know about."

"A hundred gigs, huh? You think we'll need that much?"

"If I have my way, I'll have to get you a new one every year!"

"I can't wait!" I turned and picked up another of her gifts. I smiled as I handed it to her. She opened it up and got an excited look on her face.

"I can't believe it!"

"I knew you wanted one and I guess we're on the same page because I get nervous about those pictures and videos being on your phone where they can be hacked."

She looked excitedly at the features of her new GoPro, knowing that it wouldn't be anything that mom and dad would get suspicious of her having and using, but also knowing that it would be used for stuff they would also never know about. She thanked me again, reaching over and hugging me and giving me a kiss. "We're definitely going to fill up that hard drive now," she whispered in my ear before licking it. My cock twitched and she sat back with a naughty look.

"Okay," she said, reaching for another gift, "Here's another one for you." She handed me the bag, which felt light, and I hefted it in my fingers as I arched my eyebrow at her. She giggled. "Just open it."

I pulled the tissue paper out of the top of the bag and reached in. I felt a soft fabric and pulled out two pair of. . . what were these? She laughed and said, "I think you'll look amazing in those." There were two pair of what she called Brazilian trunks. One was red with a black waistband and black, red and orange flames wrapping around the hips, and one was orange with a black waistband and had a kind of black tribal tattoo mirrored on each hip, wrapping from back to front.

"So it's more a gift for you than for me?" I asked, smiling.

"But you don't think you'll be rewarded if I enjoy them?"

"Touché."

"Try them on."

"Okay," I shrugged. "Which ones?" I asked, holding them up on either side of my head.

"The red ones."

I quickly undressed and pulled on the red underwear, surprised at how they felt. They felt much like the swimsuit I had worn at the hotel that night, the stretchy material soft and smooth, and it almost felt like nothing. The back of the trunks lifted my ass and the front had a pouch that housed my junk, cupping and surrounding it, making it look even more pronounced.

"Holy shit, that's hot," breathed Dawn. She almost looked like she couldn't take her eyes off of me. She reached out and caressed my erection with her fingertips. She sighed as she touched me and I tingled at the light touch of her hand on my shaft. She pulled her hand away and shook her head as if trying to come out of a trance. "Um. . . it's my turn," she said quietly.

I sat down and reached for her final gift. "Merry Christmas, Dawn." She smiled as she took it from my hand and pulled the tissue from the bag. She pulled out an indigo corset, trimmed in black, with stocking clips hanging down, and a pair of black thigh high stockings.

"Mmm, someone's been fantasizing about me."

"All the time."

"This present looks like it's more for you than for me."

"It is. Merry Christmas to me."

She laughed and shook her head. "How do you think it will look on me?" she asked, holding it up in front of her.

"There's only one way to find out."

She started to stand. "It might take me a little while to figure out how to get into it."

"Not yet," I said, pulling her hand, prompting her to settle onto the bed again. "There's another present."

"OH! Right," she giggled. She handed me the last of her gifts and said, "This is for both of us."

I didn't know what that meant, so when I unwrapped it, I realized what she meant. It was a sex blanket with soft side, a satin-like side, and a protective center to prevent fluids from leaking through onto the bed. "Nice thinking," I said.

"Well, I'm sure I'll get tired of either avoiding the bed or of washing sheets all the time. Besides, this can travel with us for trips and everything."

"Thank you, I love it."

"Hang on. There's something else in there," she said, nodding toward the box. I looked in, under more tissue and laughed. It was a remote controlled bullet vibrator. "I thought you might want to surprise me sometimes while we're out. Or I could do that to you, too. You know, tuck it under your balls in your new underwear?"

"Sounds dangerous."

"There's only one way to find out," she giggled. She looked around the bed and said, "Thank you so much for my presents. I love all of them." She leaned in and kissed me softly. "And I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too," I said, stroking her cheek.

When she pulled away, she noticed the black velour box in my palm, hovering between our stomachs. She quickly looked back up at me with wide eyes.

"Open it," I said quietly, smiling nervously.

With trembling hands, she took it from me and slowly opened the hinged lid. Her eyes filled with tears and she tried to speak, but no sound came out. I took it back from her, holding the box in my hand, and holding her other hand with mine.

"I know, Dawn, that we could never be together in the way I would like. We can't marry and no one would understand or accept the love we have for each other." I continued talking as I put the box down and pulled out the ring. Dawn's free hand was over her mouth as she watched me pull the ring from the box. It was a gold ring with a curved band and a ruby and small diamond setting. "I will never be able to give you an engagement ring or a wedding band." I started to choke out my profession as I held the ring up in front of her eyes. She nodded. "But you can wear this. Put it on your right hand, even if only with certain outfits or special occasions, whatever you want, and let it remind you of how I feel about you. I know that one day you'll meet an amazing man who will care for you and he will propose, but even then you can still wear this if you want. Or leave it in your jewelry box," I shrugged.

"I just want you to have a reminder of how much I love you and that I will always love you." I slid it on her right ring finger, having sized it according to her class ring.

She nodded and cried as she looked at it, holding her right hand in her left as if trying to steady it. She looked up at me and I wiped the tears from her cheeks, having trouble seeing them through my own tears.

"I love you so much," she choked out before throwing her arms around my neck and squeezing me tightly. We held each other there for a long time, just being in each other's arms. It just felt right. She pulled away a little and kissed me. After a moment she pulled back just a little and wiped a tear off my cheek with her thumb.

"Boy, aren't we a sight?" she giggled. Sniffling, she pulled back and held her hand up to look again at the ring. "Thank you for this. I can't believe it." After a few seconds she said, "Oh, man! What will I tell mom and dad?"

"Don't worry about it," I smiled. "I already talked to mom about it. I told her I wanted to get you a nice ring for Christmas since we're going to college soon and all, and we don't know where life will take us. She thought it was a very nice idea and even suggested ruby since you already wear so much blue and green that sapphire or emerald would just get overlooked."

"So I can show them tomorrow?" she asked excitedly.

"Mom would probably be disappointed if you didn't."

She shook her head and laughed a little. "You've thought of everything," she sighed.

"Do you know what I'm thinking right now?" I asked, my eyebrow raised.

She smiled and picked up the corset from the bed before holding it up in question. I simply smiled and nodded. "I'll be right back," she said. She grabbed my robe off the hook on the door and walked out into the dark hallway. I picked up my laptop and plugged in my new external drive. I then grabbed her gifts and carried them quietly to her room before returning to mine and folding down the bedspread and top sheet, and spreading out the new blanket on top of it. Because she was in the bathroom I didn't get to brush my teeth, but pulled the mouthwash from my travel bag and gargled a little before swallowing it (I know I'm not supposed to swallow it, but what else was I going to do at that point?).