Hugh and Norah comfort and protect each other as they navigate their new school.
In his occasional philosophical moments Hugh liked to muse on the mystery of time, how the past 20 years, for example, could seem to pass in a flash while that one week, that first week of his and Norah’s senior high school year could seem, at the time, an eternity.
Moving over two thousand miles from the East Coast to the West Coast had been a family decision; their father had not accepted the promotion offered to him without a family meeting and without unanimous consent. “It means I’ll be manager of sales for the entire West Coast,” he said, “with a lot of travel required, but the salary increase will be substantial. We’ll be able to afford a lot of things we couldn’t here on the East Coast.” That salary increase would allow their mother to quit her job and return to university for her master’s degree in fine arts and, she hoped, to pursue her love of painting.
For Norah and Hugh it seemed like an adventure; they’d never even been to California and its allure swung their vote. What they hadn’t realized was how profoundly their own lives would change. The decision came early in the summer after their junior year and it meant finishing high school by completing only their senior year in a new school. They had barely time for one single going away party; hugs, tears, smiles, and best wishes before crossing the country to their new home.
And what a home it was; it was the first solid evidence of their father’s assurances; much larger than their old home, high on a hill above the Pacific with a view that went on forever. It almost seemed built for two families; three floors that tumbled down the hill with the lowest floor opening onto the patio and pool. Bedrooms for their parents and guests and a den on the top floor, living area in the middle, and more bedrooms, kitchenette, and a second TV room on the lowest floor. “You can have that floor to yourselves,” their mother announced, “you can play your music or the TV as loud as you like and we won’t year you at night.” That suited Hugh and Norah perfectly as they settled in and arranged their rooms. Those few weeks at the end of summer and before school began seemed just about perfect to them.
But perfection came to a sudden halt with September’s start of the school year. As it approached Hugh and Norah began to feel the trepidation, the unease that they hadn’t felt since kindergarten, the realization that they were about to enter an alien world, a jungle, a terra incognito for them. The sudden understanding that of the hundreds of other students in their new world, the only people they even knew the names of were each other. “How was school?” their mother asked after the first day and they simultaneously assured her that things were fine and forced smiles to back that up.
But they each knew, and each knew that the other knew, that they were adrift, floating in a strange sea of anonymity and, worse, possibly, mild hostility. They didn’t need to talk about it, a few glances between them spoke volumes. They had a few classes together and when they didn’t they both felt the void, the vacuum created by the other’s absence. It surprised them to discover how comforting it was for them to finish the day and walk home together, to head to their TV room, to sit together on the couch together and reassure each other simply by their presence, by their closeness, that they were not alone.
By Wednesday of that first week a few other students had intuited that Hugh and Norah were brother and sister and asked “are you twins?”
Their standard reply, honed in other schools over the years, was “yes and no”. As Hugh explained to one questioner’s puzzled expression, “we’re not fraternal twins, you know, not born at the same time. We’re what’s called ‘Irish Twins’, born in the same year. January for me, November for Norah.” That satisfied the inquirers and explained why they were in the same school year. But there were few other inquiries that first week. Instead both Hugh and Norah were met with curious stares and glances.
What Norah and Hugh hadn’t really realized when they voted for the move was how disorienting their changes would be, how disjunctive a move of two thousand miles would be. Instant severance of friendships, immediate ending of routines that had governed their day to day lives for years. Those first few weeks on the West Coast included a lot of long distance phone calls, especially for Norah. Chats that at first were filled with laughter and giggles at the novelty of their new lives soon became more contemplative and filled with reminiscences and sadness.
One of the solid anchors in their lives, though, remained: their athleticism. Both were skilled at several sports and immediately signed up for tryouts; volleyball for Norah and basketball for Hugh. Norah was almost as tall as Hugh so she had good chances. Hugh was not tall enough to be a forward but he was an adept guard and had hopes of making the team. The school’s athletic department wasted no time in organizing tryouts and both had already gone through two workouts in that first week under the vigilant eyes of the coaches. They were told the first cuts would be made over the weekend.
So it was that Friday arrived, the week having passed with what seemed tectonic slowness to Norah and Hugh. After dinner their parents were off for the evening at a ‘meet and greet’ at their father’s company (“we’ll be pretty late”, their mother had said) and, the house now a quiet oasis of calm after their week, Hugh and Norah lolled before the large TV on their home’s main floor, Norah freshly showered after her team tryout, wrapped in an old silken robe. Few words were needed between them as the feelings and worries for each mirrored the other’s. It had been this way since adolescence; they might not be fraternal twins, but their thoughts and feelings were empathetic almost to the point of telepathy. They had long since stopped saying “funny, I was just thinking that”, secure in that knowledge without having to say it.
Once again reading her thoughts Hugh said quietly “it’ll get better”.
“You think so?”
“Absolutely. I don’t think it’s actually an unfriendly school, Nor. I think it’ll be ok.” A pause, then he added “eventually.”
“It’s the ‘eventually’ that worries me, Hugh. How long? And if it takes too long, do they see us as…I don’t know…damaged goods or something? Persona non grata?”
He didn’t immediately reply, honoring her question with serious thought. Instead he reached across the couch and lightly grasped one of her ankles. “Foot rub?” a rhetorical question as he knew Norah had never declined an offer of a foot rub from her brother. And it worked; it instantly added a measure of care, of affection, to a moment freighted with worry, with the unknown. It instantly lightened her mood and she smiled as she shifted to a semi-recumbent position, extending first one and then the other foot to her brother who also shifted so that her feet now rested on his lap.
With practiced measures his hands began to press and rub her feet, thumbs pressing into tired and sore muscles. “Hard practice today?” he asked idly as he focused on her left foot.
“Mmmmm…yes. I let myself get out of shape this summer what with the move and all, and my feet really feel it. But this is like magic, Hugh, just what the doctor ordered.” He continued to massage his sister’s foot and after a while pressed her calves to more of her sighs and quiet moans. It calmed them both, this familiar gesture, this affectionate touch and, eventually, light caress from Hugh as he completed his masseuse’s work. His eyes drifted from the TV and he felt a slight frisson at the sight of her slim legs, the hem of her robe having risen to mid-thigh. It was an unfamiliar feeling that his mind instinctively repressed.
And the affection wasn’t wasted on Norah who was shocked to suddenly feel an unprecedented wave of tenderness for her brother, to suddenly feel the blanket of love and care that his touch seemed to envelop her with. She was silent for long moments as his hands rested lightly on her until he finally glanced up at her and, as always, felt the reciprocation that their eyes and minds seemed to generate. “The Vulcan mind-meld” as they’d laughingly named it as young teens. “It’ll get better,” he whispered. Her eyes teared up with his words.
Holding his gaze for just a few extra seconds, she shifted again, this time to her side and scooched toward the edge of the couch and said just as quietly “there’s room,” inviting him to join her and mimic her posture. He followed her immediately and within seconds they lay together, their bodies spooning perfectly. He wrapped her in a loose hug and she almost sobbed with the realization that his hug was exactly and totally what she needed. She had no words to describe the warmth, the love, the security that she felt at that moment.
And, as always, Hugh felt something very close to that. His embrace gave them the solidity, the rootedness that they desperately needed in the maelstrom of their first week in a strange school, strangers in a strange land. Each felt the island that their closeness created, the safe and secure place that they needed. Any doubt in that was erased as Norah found her brother’s hand and drew it closer to her. Hugh’s embrace seemed to create a cocoon, a shell that enclosed just the two of them and held at bay the jungle that they’d entered that week, the isolation, the curious stares they both felt.
After a brief tighter hug Hugh’s hand came to rest on Norah’s hip, and he felt the warmth of her skin beneath the thin silken fabric. The repressed sight of her long legs flashed into his mind as his hand moved very slightly, the smallest and lightest of caresses, meant to comfort but also, he knew, to slake a thirst that was beginning, that he’d never felt toward his sister. Somewhere in his mind he expected her reproof and resistance but heard and felt instead a slight sigh from her. Encouraged, from some unknown part of him he whispered into her ear “Yes?” It was a question, not an answer. Seeking permission from his sister who, in their old life, was so careful with boyfriends that he knew she was known amongst his friends as “No No Norah”. “No one gets to second base with Norah,” he heard one friend say, “it’s only singles; no doubles.”
So he was surprised by her whispered reply, her own “Yes” as she gently took his hand, raised it to her lips, lightly kissed it, then replaced it on her hip. His hand began to glide gently across the curve of her hip, onto her side, then back again until it left the soft fabric of her robe and met the skin of her thigh. A thigh and a sigh as he felt the quiet tremor of her body when his hand slipped slowly between her thighs, feeling her slight shift to give him access. His breath paused as he felt her warmth, felt her thighs pressing together, embracing his hand, heard her quiet moan. He leaned in and lightly kissed her neck as her body shook with another gentle tremor. Both began to feel his hardening, his first ever arousal for his sister. Neither was shocked, alarmed, repelled, or frightened by it. The thin fabric of his gym shorts and her robe did very little to impede his contact with her, but neither wanted to hamper or avoid this first stunningly erotic feeling that they shared.
On the contrary, for her part Norah was pleasantly astonished by her sudden realization of the power she held, of the effect of its transmission to her brother, of her growing power that mimicked his growing hardness. She pressed back closer to him; not to tease or arouse him, but to share in her discovery, to feed his arousal even as her own arousal grew, even as she felt her rising heat, her growing wetness.
As for Hugh; he read the unmistakable signs in Norah’s shifting, in her pressing herself back against him so that all thoughts of transgression, all sense of trespass that his growing erection might have caused simply vanished as he wrapped his sister in a closer embrace, as he pushed his erection harder against her soft flesh, as he leaned into her neck, kissing her again, and whispering in almost guttural notes “oh god, Nor…I love you.”
Her immediate response was unexpected as she rolled in an instant to face him, renewed their closeness, casting her leg over his to pull herself even closer, then leaned her head back so as to see his eyes as she asked “am I your best girl?” It was an old refrain between them, worn and rounded by repetition since childhood; at times of stress Norah would seek solace and comfort in her brother’s assurance that she was “my best girl” and she would reciprocate, always assuring him that “you’re my guy”. And it was always true, always sincere.
“Always,” he smiled, and for their first time leaned down and kissed Norah slowly and gently. She leaned her face against his chest so that her quiet words were felt through his breastbone as much as they were heard; “I love you,” she said, and then leaned back to invite another longer, warmer kiss. Neither later could remember who took the next irrevocable step, who parted their lips slightly, and who accepted that invitation, pressing their tongues tentatively, shyly, through that small entrance. But once the invitation was accepted their tongues exulted in the other’s touch, the wetness, the warmth, the mystery of the other’s tongue, teeth, mouth. Each launched on their first exploration of the other until they needed to break contact simply to breathe deep breaths, each suddenly aware of the racing cadence of their heartbeat.
Resting again against Hugh’s chest Norah began with “well, that was…” but was stopped by her brother’s immediate kiss, stopping the rest of her sentence with proof positive that it wasn’t a one-of, that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. As they kissed, tongues dancing and flirting again, his hand renewed its exploration of her hip, her curving side, and slid easily beneath the folds of her robe his fingers lightly traversing her body, exulting in her warmth, her softness, triumphant in his masculinity, feeling more virile than he ever had in his young life. Finally, his old friends’ words echoing in his mind, he began moving from first to second base as his thumb lightly brushed Norah’s breast, as he felt her body jolt, heard her gasp. He kissed her lightly, giving her the opportunity to push his hand away, to roll back away from him, but neither happened. Instead there was a quiet moan from his sister so that he reached up and cupped her breast in his hand, pushing the robe aside so that both his hand and his eyes could now, for the first time, feast on his sister’s breast.
Synapses failed him now as his brain seemed to cease all cognition. But something in his lizard brain recorded the soft warmth of her breast, its fullness as his hand cupped it, feeling that in truth he needed a bigger hand to fully envelop his sister’s breast. And then the nipple, the size of his little finger’s tip, hardening under his touch as his fingers lightly brushed it. Her growing moans, her body’s tremors that now returned seemed to awaken him, seemed to restore some, at least, of his brain’s function. He left off fondling his sister and pushed the robe back so that his eyes could properly take in this ecstatic sight. He mapped her fullness, smiled at her erect nipple, recorded her beautiful areola, the size, he randomly thought, of a quarter.
He kissed her lightly one more time on the lips and then leaned lower and took her nipple between his lips, kissing it, sucking lightly on it, licking it, performing their most intimate act so far. Norah by now was shaking, her body pressing involuntarily against her brother spasmodically, her arms clutching him to her spontaneously, her hands holding his head to her breast. “Oh god,” she gasped, “oh god, Hugh. Don’t stop please…” as her voice trailed off and as her body began to shake even more until she seemed gripped by a seizure that lifted her slightly off the couch. Stunned by this, Hugh left her breast and tried to draw back, shaken by his unprecedented experience of a woman’s orgasm. But Norah instinctively held him close and refused any separation between them, held herself so close that her convulsing body shook them both as her orgasm slowly receded. Calmed by now, Hugh held her close and caressed her back, repeating over and over “I love you, Nor, I love you…you’re my girl.”
They lay together unspeaking, each trying to absorb and process what had just happened but neither feeling any need to discuss it and or any regret. It was as if their telepathy returned in good order, and their thoughts passed back and forth as they held each other. Finally Norah seemed to come to a decision, seemed to understand that she had to take the initiative as she reluctantly drew back from her brother and with one last kiss to his lips said “I’m…going to bed now.” She held his gaze for long enough after that that he understood that she was saying more to him than those simple words. And with that she rose from the couch, wrapped her loose robe modestly about her and, as if to finalize her thoughts, smiled at her brother.
Hugh watched her as she walked from the room, drank in the sight of her long and slender legs, the slight sway of her hips with each step, the curves marked by her robe. And his cock hardened more than he thought possible, so hard that he actually gritted his teeth as he heard her soft steps on the stairs down to their bedrooms. “We can’t do this,” he thought, “it’s a step too far. She’s my sister for god’s sake. She’s vulnerable. We could never go back.” Every thought was clear, every thought was true. He lay on the couch, his hand unconsciously caressing where she’d lain, feeling for her warmth remaining in the cushions. He leaned down to inhale her scent from a cushion and then rolled onto his back as the same hand abstractedly drifted to his rigid shaft and traced its length as he remembered her touch, how she threw her leg over his, how his hand and then his thigh felt that special heat emanating from between her thighs.
Defeated, all interior arguments banished, he rose from the couch and began his own path down the stairs knowing that each step carried him closer to the goal that neither dared describe out loud, each step another on a path that, he knew, could never be reversed. As step followed step Hugh felt more helpless than he’d ever felt, completely unable to defeat the gravitational pull that drew him downstairs. His thoughts, to the extent he was capable of thinking, ricocheted off a distant memory of old Star Trek episodes and the tractor beam that sometimes caught the Enterprise. He was locked, he knew, in his sister’s sexual tractor beam and he was powerless to defeat it.
While Hugh’s mind was wrestling with itself upstairs Norah’s was tranquil, almost serene as it replayed all that had happened on the couch, as her hand instinctively drifted to the breast that her brother had sucked, licked, and kissed. Her entire body shuddered as she cupped and lightly squeezed it. She felt again the unique sense of security that his hugs had given her, the love and affection his kisses had provided. And she wanted more, much more; she wanted his love and care to be that shell, that cocoon they both needed against the slings and arrows of their new life.
As his sister had these thoughts, feelings, and needs a few feet away from him, Hugh passed zombie-like through their TV room into the hallway leading to their bedrooms. Past their bathroom on the right, past his own bedroom on the left, more conscious now than ever of every step he took past his own door, every step that took him closer to his sister’s room and to his sister, how simply walking passed his own door meant crossing the Rubicon of intimacy with his own sister. Whatever they’d done together upstairs, whatever he had done to help and support Norah, he had never thought possible what he was thinking now, what his body was feeling, needing, what every step brought closer.
He found her door open, “inviting” came to mind for him. In the very dim light he saw Norah on her bed, her fully naked body entirely and perfectly on display as she lay calmly, arms at her side, one leg supine, the other bent at the knee, its foot resting on the bed. Her head rolled slowly toward the door, her smile bright in the dark room, a solitary light that guided and drew him to her. “What took you so long?” she asked quietly as her smile grew to a grin and as he shut the door. The quiet click of the door’s latch told them there were now two worlds; the world of challenge and uncertainty outside their room and the world they were now creating for themselves inside the room as the closing door created a hermetically sealed capsule with its own atmosphere, its own rules. They knew instinctively that the rules and taboos of that other world beyond the door did not apply in the microcosm they were about to create. They needed asylum and they knew now how to create it. So Hugh closed the world out for them, and shortened the space between them, removing an article of clothing with each step until the path of discarded garments drew a straight line from the door to her bed and he stood before her unashamed in his own nakedness.
Later Norah would muse on how her eyes did not do the obvious, did not leave his face, his eyes, how they were not drawn immediately to his rigid shaft, his erection standing at full attention for her, announcing its intention less than two feet from her. Finally her gaze dropped slowly, drinking in her brother’s athletic build, his slim muscularity, his flat midriff, until her eyes rested on his erection. “Oh. My. God.” she breathed, her hand instinctively coming to her lips. For the first time she understood the magnitude of what was to come and her realization of that other world’s taboo they were about to break, the societal prohibition, the irrevocable tectonic shift in their own relationship that will follow were all mixed with her sudden fear of “how can Hugh possibly fit inside me?” even as she felt her own wetness double, saw the slight glint in the dim room of his pre-cum announcing its own need and readiness.
For the second time that night she scooched over, sliding easily across her bed as Hugh lowered himself beside her. All thoughts for both, all hesitation instantly vanished as their bodies came together, each reveling for the very first time at their full skin-to-skin contact, each body hungrily sliding against the other, each eager to feel the other’s against their own, their movements increasingly eased by the perspiration that began to coat their bodies as their mouths met in kisses far more passionate than their kisses on the couch only a few minutes before. But the hugs; they spent more time simply holding each other, wordlessly recreating that cocoon, that shell that they needed. New neural networks seemed to be forming in Hugh’s brain as he breathed in his sister’s scents, the spice of her hair, the distant soapy scent of her skin. More networks forming as his fingers mapped the geography of his sister’s body. Nascent networks growing as their individual neural systems seemed to reach out, hungry to touch the other, hungry to unite, to become one.
They were not to know it then but there would be other times…many times…when their lovemaking was slower, more measured, more leisurely than this night but for now their shared hunger surpassed any hesitation, eclipsed any delay as after a very few minutes’ kisses Norah shifted once again, rolling to her back and gently guiding her brother over her. Despite their shared virginity their bodies knew intuitively, naturally even, what to do and how to do it as Hugh quickly suspended himself above his sister, as she reflexively spread her thighs for him and then drew her feet up onto the bed, knees bent, her thighs now creating the perfect guide for his body as he slowly descended to her.
As Norah’s hands first gripped the blanket atop the bed and then spontaneously reached up to hold her brother’s body above her, Hugh just as naturally reached down and found his rigid shaft, directing it slowly to his sister’s opening. For the first time in their lives his glans reached her vaginal opening, its lips engorged and glistening with her vaginal juices. She gasped as his hand slowly moved his cock up and down, moistening its head, lubricating it with her nectar until her quiet “please…” overrode the roaring in his ears, her soft request a command he couldn’t possibly refuse.
He pushed now as her hands gently pulled him to her, pushed as he began to enter his sister, as the last, dying thoughts of lines crossed, sins committed, taboos shattered exploded in his mind. As for her, Norah’s mind was a mixture of shock and elation as her brother’s stiff shaft pressed into her, pushing aside and stretching her vaginal muscles. Yes, she’d pleased herself over the years as any young woman would, but nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing had ever felt the weird combination of unprecedented invader and welcome guest at the same time. And within seconds the welcome guest trumped all other senses as Hugh continued to slowly and gently press into his sister, as she encouraged him with manic kisses on his neck, his shoulder, his chest, and finally, as his he reached his full length in her, as she felt the euphoric shock of her brother’s cock pressing her cervix, he lifted himself slightly so that they could look into each other’s eyes, both their eyes now wide with amazement. Their eyes silently spoke for them, each savoring the unprecedented pleasure their incestuous joining had brought. Their gaze softened as their wordless conversation continued, their love communicated easily, the security and protection each gave the other.
Finally their eyes closed as, smiling, Hugh returned to her, lowering his body, holding himself in light contact with her, kissing her deeply, their tongues dancing again as he slowly withdrew for the first time from Norah almost his full length, then pushing gently and thrusting into her, her gasps renewed, her guttural sounds beginning with each slow thrust until, quickening his pace, she began to lift herself to meet each of his thrusts, accompanying each with her “unnhh…unnhh…unnhh…I…I…oh god, Hugh…unnhh…” her uttering quietly matching her brothers soft grunts with each thrust, for somehow subconsciously they knew that even though their parents were away for the evening…
After less than a minute of their incestuous rhythm Hugh remembered there time on the couch and bent his head down until he was able to take his sister’s nipple into his mouth, able to suck lightly on it until Norah’s uttering became moans, louder and louder until “Hugh, I’m…I’m…I’m going to…” and with that her body exploded beneath him into her orgasm, convulsions that she’d never felt in her life. Spasms so profound that he hesitated, lowered himself to her, and held her close as her body was wracked with wave after wave of her climax, as she reflexively bit his shoulder in her ecstasy, but he felt no pain as his cock felt her vaginal muscles clenching him again and again.
Her orgasm slowly spent, he raised himself slightly and renewed his rhythm but the renewal was short lived as he made several quick thrusts before he, too, became rigid as his back arched above Norah, as he thrust as deeply into his sister as he had all evening, as he began to pump rope after rope of his seed into Norah, as she gasped and managed “Hugh…I can feel you…I can feel you…”. And she truly did feel the flood of her brother’s semen soaking her womb for the first time. He couldn’t count his cock’s pulses as his sperm filled his sister’s womb until with one last throb, with one last deep kiss, he collapsed onto her.
Euphoric at what they’d both done, guiltless and ecstatic with the unbreakable bond that they had just created they broke into spontaneous laughter as Hugh slowly rolled off his sister, as they quickly reoriented themselves onto their sides and hugged, the moistness of their perspiration now joined with the slickness of his softening cock, with the seminal fluid slowly leaving Norah’s filled womb. After a few leisurely kisses he said quietly “as I recall, there’s no risk, right?”
“That’s right. Remember how I told you last year that mom and I ‘had the talk’? How she wanted me on the pill ‘just in case’? I laughed at the time; I could see no risk at all but I did it to make her happy. And am I ever happy I did.” With that they returned to their kisses until, less than twenty minutes passing, she reached down and found him, took his semi-flaccid member in her gently touch and began her ministrations. With in a minute all softness was gone, all elasticity banished as her fingers lightly traced his erection, registered its veinous surface, it’s penile topography for the first time, feeling the contradictory softness and hardness her brother’s cock could create and that she would become accustomed to over the years. “Round two?” she smiled. Then she added more seriously “Hugh, I wish we were real twins, not just Irish twins. I wish we’d been together in mom’s uterus at the same time, been born at the same time. I think somehow that the closest I can get to that is to have you inside of me, Hugh, and what we just did was fantastic. It almost felt like we were one, Hugh. That’s what I want.”
And what if anything had they learned, brother and sister, from their first taboo coupling? Norah lay beside her brother, fingers lightly gliding up and down his body, hands lightly caressing, as she recalled her old school friends’ sexual misinformation: “boys will jump all over you first chance they get…they’ll ram it into you, pump you like a bicycle pump…get their rocks off as fast as then can - ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ - and move on to the next girl.” The last two hours had blasted all of those falsities into oblivion. She knew it must be true of some boys…and some girls, but she learned the answer to that fear that night with Hugh; all you have to do is simply have sex with someone you love. She knew that with a certainty that remained with her all her life.
And for Hugh?Like any male of his age he had a fair familiarity with pornography and had spent an undue amount of time wondering how fucking would actually feel, how aggressively his eager cock would meet a woman’s pussy. But for some reason none of that registered with him now; his sheer horniness was gone, replaced completely with a new-found reverence for his sister’s body. It was almost as if he was about to worship at the altar of Norah’s body. What Hugh learned that night from his younger sister, even though she did not know she was teaching him, was the love for a woman. The care, gentleness, respect and, yes, affection that any woman that he hoped to love deserved that from him. And he held all of those for his sister Norah.
And Hugh was more than eager for their second taboo coupling, but this time they spent more time in their pre-coital touches, kisses, caresses until eventually neither could wait and Norah again rolled to her back signalling her readiness to her brother who quickly and willingly complied. They repeated their earlier lovemaking but now more slowly as Hugh easily entered his sister and felt again the tight grip of her vaginal muscles on his cock and as they repeated their rhythm like two experienced lovers, as she lifted her legs into the air at first to deepen his thrusts and then lowered them and wrapped them around him. As he continued to thrust into his sister, Hugh learned to listen carefully to his sister, to gauge her arousal as her moans, her gasps, her ragged breathing increased until he sensed her approaching orgasm.
And he’d learned his lessons well as his sister began to shake again beneath him, as her body began to convulse again, but this time he didn’t pause in his thrusts but instead accelerated them as both their bodies shook and pushed more deeply into her until he was able to perfectly synchronize his climax with hers, so that both bodies became suddenly rigid with their mutual orgasm and as his cock began again to pump jet after jet of his sperm into his sister even as her vagina muscles contracted with her own orgasm seeming to milk him for every seed in his body.
Again he fell onto her. Again she welcomed his weight, hugging his sweating body to hers until he finally rolled off of her. Again they lay together in languorous hugs interrupted only by slow deep kisses. Finally he asked “can I sleep with you tonight?”
“I want that more than anything, Hugh, but mom and dad will be home soon. Even if there’s only one chance in a million that they’d find us it would be disaster.” His mute response proved her right. “There’ll be times, bro, for sure; dad will have to travel with his work now and mom says she wants to go with him. We’ll have lots of chances. And I intend to make every chance we have count.” With that she kissed him again and laughingly pushed him out of her bed. She was quick to follow with “and I desperately need a shower. You’ve really messed me up, Hugh.” They both looked back to her bed as she added “and I can see I’m going to have to sneak some blankets into the laundry when mom’s not around.” And with that they parted; she to the shower and Hugh to his own room.
Neither heard their parents’ late return to their home that night, so deeply and contendedly did they sleep. Each woke up in their own time the next day, Hugh first and off to the shower almost immediately. From the second his eyes had opened the memories of the night before had cascaded and he was unable to repress his smile that continued all the way through his shower. First it was the mental video of their lovemaking replaying, then it was the comfort that descended with his knowing that now he and Norah could weather whatever their new home, their new community, and most of all their new school could throw at them. Whatever life could bring he knew their new intimacy would protect them. And finally his smile grew to a grin as he realized that this was just the start, that he and his sister were ready…no, eager to love each other in this new, totally taboo way. He understood that like any strong drug they needed to learn to calibrate it, to experience it in a measured way, to control it and not let it control them. All of these things he knew by the time he toweled off after his shower, dressed, and headed downstairs.
As he poured his coffee his mother asked “what’s making you smile? Care to share the joke?”
Caught, he simply laughed and said “nah, mom; just something that happened at school. You wouldn’t be interested,” and headed to the breakfast nook to spuriously scan his phone. In a few minutes he heard the telltale sounds of his sister downstairs, soft sounds of her rising from bed, the silence as, he knew, she dressed, and finally her tread on the stairs. He carefully eluded any quick look, any giveaway smile and slowly acknowledged her arrival with “sleep well?”
It was an unfair dig as she almost burst into laughter but, stifling it, returned “oh, sure,” and, playing the game said “but I had some very interesting dreams…and you?” tossing ball back into his court.
“Huh, funny. I had some amazing dreams too. I hope to have some more.” It was too much and, glancing first towards their oblivious mom, they each quickly distracted themselves; he to his phone, she to the coffee pot.
Their Saturday morning passed in blessed normality, each busying themselves with mundane tasks, each quietly and artfully avoiding any close proximity until finally Norah’s phone rang. “Hello,” she answered, glancing at the “caller unknown” on her screen. “Yes, this is Norah…oh, hi, Lydia…do I pay tennis? Yes, but pretty badly.” She laughed at Lydia’s reply that came down the line; “that’s great, Norah; I’m pretty bad too but I’m hoping I can beat you; up for it?” “Absolutely,” came Norah’s reply, “when and where?” “How about 1:00 at McKinley Park? You know where it is?” “I think so, but I can map it on my phone.” “Fantastic; see you there. And if you’re as bad as me maybe we can take on Ginny and Muriel in doubles; they’re pretty bad too.”
And with that the call ended. “Who was that?” her mother asked.
“Lydia, my lab partner. I didn’t realize she even had my number. Now I have to dig out my tennis racket. I think it’s going to be fun.” And with that she disappeared into their garage to ransack the unopened packing boxes for her racket.
As Norah found her athletic bag and began assembling what she needed, Hugh’s phone rang. “Hello,” he answered, then “oh, hi, Angelo…a pickup game? Sure. Today? Sure, where?” and finally “ok, see you there; looking forward to it.” As he hung up he answered his mother’s questioning glance: “Angelo, another of the guys on the basketball team. Looking for a few of us to play some pickup back at the school’s courts.”
“Things are looking up,” said his mother, I think you and Norah are going to fit in.”
Hugh smiled and thought to himself “you’re so right, mom, you’re so right. You have no idea of how right you are.”
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Twenty years later:
Hugh stopped his philosophical musings about the strangeness of time as he felt her stir in bed next to him. Turning onto his side he watched as Norah’s eyes slowly opened as she awoke. “What’s up? Besides you, that is,” she smiled, reaching beneath the covers and finding his stiffening cock.
“Nothing, just thinking about time,” he replied, smiling at the long familiar touch of her encouraging fingers.
“What about it?” she asked, “we have all weekend. We’re in no hurry; no plans, no one to interrupt us, nothing to stop us making love for two whole days.”
“Not that kind of time,” he smiled. “I was thinking about twenty years ago, about how we arrived here on the West Coast, no friends, no connections, strangers in a strange land. And how quickly we made friends and connections.”
“But not before we found each other,” she smiled as she emphasized her remark with gentle strokes of his now-rigid staff.
Ignoring her interruption he continued “and how fast those twenty years flew by. How dad retired five years ago, how mom’s artist career had taken off, how they decided to retire back home on the East Coast. And how happy I am to have you,” he finished as he leaned over to kiss his sister, probably for the thousandth time. Then, almost an afterthought, he asked “whose turn is it, by the way?”
“Mine, I think,” she laughed, as she roused herself and swung her body over his, as she sat back for a few seconds on her haunches, stroked his cock and leaned her head back, as his hands found her breasts, as his thumbs expertly caressed her hardened nipples, as she rose slightly, gently directed his cock, and quickly lowered her hips, spearing herself on his engorged cock, feeling for the countless time the ecstasy she felt as her brother’s cock entered her. She leaned over so that he could reach up slightly and take each nipple in turn between his lips, sucking lightly, licking and sucking again as she moved her hips at her own rhythm and took control of their lovemaking. As she felt her orgasm rapidly approaching she leaned lower until her lips were next to his ear and over their mutual panting, their ragged breathing, managed “time, bro, we have nothing but UUUUNNNHHHH…T-I-M-E” as their bodies began to shake together with their mutual orgasms.