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Disclaimer – all characters involved are at least 18 years old. This is a spin-off series from my previous one entitled My Wife the Hero; and is a direct explanation to their parents about how and why they decide they love each other and how their secret relationship came about. You don’t need to read the previous series to enjoy this one, but if you want a little background on the family, I suggest reading MWTH in the Loving Wives category. Enjoy!
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So, you want to hear our story, do you? You like to hear about a little bit of brother/sister incest? Well, you’ve come to the right place. This is the story we told our parents right after our “Uncle” Andy was arrested. He turned out to be quite the asshole. He and his wife had a weird relationship, always bringing extra people or couples into their bed. I guess I can’t say too much since my brother and I hooked up a while ago. Anyway, Andy had gone behind Aunt Dana’s back and hooked up with a couple, both of which were bi-sexual. Apparently so is Andy. Aunt Dana caught him sharing a cock with the guy’s wife. The only reason Aunt Dana was pissed was because he’d done it behind her back, so she considered it cheating.
Well, they got divorced and she somehow seduced my parents one night and then they decided to make her their girlfriend. Dana doesn’t live with us fulltime yet, but I see that happening one day; maybe when Tim and I go off to college. Anyway, our dad isn’t happy with our decision to stay together, but he hasn’t disowned us and says he still loves us. I’m sure he’ll come around one day, especially when we decide to have kids and he wants to have a relationship with his grandkids. No, that’s not happening right now, I’m not pregnant. After we told our parents we were sleeping together, Mom took me to the doctor to get put on the pill. I’m totally okay with it because once it started working, we were able to fuck without protection. It feels so much better without a condom, for both of us.
So, let me go back to a few months ago, to a month before Andy took my family hostage and my mom held him at knifepoint by the balls. God, I never knew just how badass my mom was until that day. It still scares me to think about what happened but when I think back to my mom and what a hero she was that day, it definitely helps me sleep better at night. My dad and Tim played their parts too, but not only did she hold Andy by his tiny cock with a steak knife, but before Tim had sneaked that knife in there, she was willing to give her body to Andy to keep him from killing us all, oh, and from fucking me. I doubt I would have felt much after having Tim’s monster of a cock in me for about a month, though.
So, our story begins about five months ago; Tim had brought home another slut from school (What? She IS a slut! Sorry, for the interruption). Anyway, I’ll tell you how it went…
I put the last of my notes from the auditions in my backpack and see Daniel, my assistant director zipping up his own backpack. He’s really cute; he kinda has a Harry Potter look about him, in fact, most of the girls in the school secretly call him Daniel Radcliffe or even Harry. He has plastic rimmed glasses, brown hair that’s typically in an organized mess, and a handsome face. The only detail about him that sets him apart from Harry Potter and the actor who plays him is his eyes. Harry’s eyes are supposed to be green, Daniel Radcliffe’s are blue, but this Daniel’s are hazel; so sexy. I don’t doubt he knows about the nickname most of the girls have for him, but he doesn’t act like he does. He’s such a nice, quiet guy, which is something I find very attractive about him; I find his shyness endearing. Of course, so do a lot of other girls, yet he doesn’t date at all.
I throw my pack over my shoulders and catch up with him outside before he can disappear out to his car for his drive home.
“Dan!” I call out, since that’s what I typically call him at rehearsals. “Wait up!” I say as he stops at the sound of my voice.
When he turns to look at me, my stomach flutters nervously. God he’s so cute (Oh, don’t roll your eyes at me; he IS cute…Yes, you’re way hotter than he is, Tim. Shut up and let me tell my part of the story. You’ll have your turn later.).
“Hey Tina, what’s up?” he asks, waiting for me to catch up with him so we can walk out to the parking lot together.
“What’d you think of the auditions today?” I ask him, trying to get him talking.
He grunts and shakes his head. “Let’s just say I can’t wait to get to college where there’ll be real talent,” he says.
“Oh,” I say in a small voice.
“No, not you! You’re brilliant, but the rest of the school is miles behind both of us. You’re going to do well at UCLA,” he says, realizing his blunder.
I blush. “Thanks. You’re a great director. That’s why I was hoping you’d take over for me. I wrote the play, but you know it as well as I do and you’ve done so well directing in the past.”
“Are you sure? I mean, this is your project, not bedava bahis mine,” he says.
I nod enthusiastically. “I was hoping to audition for the lead role tomorrow,” I confess. “No one seems to understand the character or where she’s coming from like I do.”
“I think that’s a great idea, actually. I mean, you’re the best actress we have in the school; you’re perfect for the role. Honestly, if you want me to take over directing, I’ll say you have the part already,” he laughs.
I giggle at his wordy compliment. “Thanks, you’re sweet, but I think I’ll audition like everyone else, that way there’s no hint of favoritism.”
He nods. “Smart idea,” he says. “So, just to clarify, I’m directing now?”
I nod. “I trust you to keep true to the story. Just keep in mind, if you deter from what I’ve written too much, I’m firing your ass,” I tease.
He laughs kindly. “Fair enough.”
We stop at his car, standing in awkward silence.
“Do you want to go out this weekend?” I blurt out.
He takes a step back, shocked. “I… um… really?” he stammers.
“Yeah, I mean, I’ve liked you for a while now and just wanted to say something before we graduate and go our separate ways and only see each other at reunions,” I ramble quickly.
“That’s really sweet, Tina, but, shit, I don’t know how to say this,” he hesitates. “I’m gay,” he tells me and it hits me like a ton of bricks.
“You are?” I ask, trying to hold my emotions back.
He nods but he looks at me sadly. “I’m so sorry, I thought you knew,” he says gently.
I shake my head. “I guess that explains why I never see you date anyone,” I say, trying to laugh but my emotions are getting the best of me.
“Hey, come here,” he says extending his arms.
I accept his hug gratefully. At least this rejection has a valid reason.
“I’m so sorry, Tina. I really want us to stay friends, though. I love working with you on the plays and everything,” he says.
“Hey, I can’t decide what your type is, right?” I try to joke through my tears.
He pulls back but holds me by the shoulders. “If I didn’t like guys, I’d be all over you,” he says and I laugh, wiping away my tears.
“Thanks,” I say. “I should go.”
“Okay,” he says and then hugs me again. “You can call me anytime, though, okay? I’d love to be more than just drama geek friends,” he says with a wink.
I nod. “I will. See you tomorrow,” I say and then walk quickly to my car, desperately holding back more tears until I’m locked inside.
Once I’m finally inside, I start the car and blast my iPod through the car speakers to drown me out. When I finally calm down enough to drive home, I keep my music turned up. It’s my way of drowning out my thoughts and dealing with the heartbreak. No, I don’t turn on sad music, what’s the point of that? I’m already sad, why would I want to draw it out any longer?
I park in my spot on the driveway; Tim told me to take his spot since I now have the newer car, this way it’s more protected from bad drivers and asshole neighborhood kids. I used to have a 90s model Honda Accord, but when I got rear-ended by some bitch from school in her big ass SUV, my car was totaled. Mom and Dad took me to get a new one. No, I’m not as spoiled as you might think; it was also a gift to celebrate my scholarship to UCLA, my election to ASB Senior Class President, and my announcement as being in the running for Class Valedictorian; I work my ass off. We just hadn’t found a way to celebrate outside of a quiet family dinner. When Tim decides on which school he wants to go to, that’s when they’ll offer him a new car. I doubt he’ll take it, though; he loves his 1972 Camaro. That’s all I know about it, so don’t ask me the engine size or any of those specifics. I’ll tell you this, though: It’s a dark silver-ish color with two black racing stripes down the center and the engine is so loud, you can hear it coming up the street during a thunderstorm. I won’t lie, it’s a hot car and absolutely beautiful. He takes good care of it himself, too. Sometimes Dad works on it with him; it’s their male bonding time.
As I walk into the house, I hear music blaring from his room which can only mean one thing; he’s got a girl up there and is trying to keep quiet so Mom doesn’t notice. He’s an idiot for thinking that works; Mom knows all about it but just doesn’t say anything to him. I don’t know why, but sometimes I wish she would. The girls he hooks up with are all whores that bounce around from guy to guy on either the football, basketball or baseball teams. Yes, Tim is the star quarterback, so he gets all kinds of attention from girls at school, so, I guess I can’t blame him for taking advantage of that attention. The thing is I know deep down in my brother’s heart he wants something that lasts longer and is real. He’s just caught up in the attention right now.
I walk up the stairs and go to my room. Tim’s door is shut but I can hear the girl’s giggling and then her moans. I casino siteleri don’t hear anything from him, so I assume they’re just getting started and he’s performing some oral on her. Maybe it’s my broken heart or maybe it’s just plain curiosity since I’ve never slept with anyone before (yes, I was still a virgin at this point) but I wanted to see what he was doing. I shut and lock my door and then enter our shared bathroom we each have access to from our rooms. I notice the button isn’t pushed in to lock his door, so I quietly turn the knob and pull the door open slightly. There’s a perfect view of his bed and sure enough, he’s got her pulled to the edge of the foot of his bed, her skirt is lifted up to her chest and her legs are spread wide, her heels resting on his big, broad shoulders. He’s still got his clothes on, too, confirming my assumption that they’ve just gotten started.
Tim’s face is buried in the girl’s vagina and she’s squirming like a worm freshly pulled out of the ground. Her thin legs barely have any shape to them, but what she lacks there she makes up for in her chest for sure. Not many of us girls in High School have large tits, so seeing how ample she is in her chest narrows it down to a select few in the school. That’s something that confuses me; I’m one of the few girls with decent sized breasts, yet I hardly get attention from any guys; maybe being Tim’s twin sister has something to do with it. My eyes wander up to her face as she lifts her head up to look down at my brother eating her out.
Tiffany; the biggest skank in our school. I don’t think there’s a guy in the school who hasn’t fucked her. Hell, I’m sure even Daniel fucked her and he’s apparently gay. If that fucker is lying about that to avoid dating me, I’ll castrate him. Sorry, off topic.
I continue to watch as Tim eats the whore out and she begins to get louder the closer her orgasm comes. Tim must be talented with his tongue because she digs her nails into the back of his head as she begins to scream his name. I feel my own pussy begin to tingle as I watch the two of them completely unnoticed. I stick my hand under the waist of my long skirt and down into my panties to play with myself as I continue to watch. I close my eyes and imagine myself on Tim’s bed as it’s me he eats out instead of Tiffany. My eyes snap open in shock as I realize I’m thinking of my brother sexually. This has never happened to me before. I don’t bother shutting his door as I retreat to my room and shut my door to the bathroom loudly.
I barely hear muffled voices come from his room as Shinedown suddenly blares through his stereo speakers; it’s their song “Enemies”. The music doesn’t shut off but someone tries to open my door; when they realize it’s locked they knock instead. I sit on the edge of my bed; there’s no way I’m going to open the door.
“Tina, you in there?” Tim’s voice asks kindly.
“No!” I answer and he’s silent for a moment.
“You okay?” he asks, ignoring my sarcastic response.
“I’m great!” I call back.
I hear their muffled voices again and then heavy footsteps. The next thing I know, my door to the bathroom flies open. I jump and turn towards the door, my heart racing like a rabbit.
“Tiffany!” I gasp.
“Were you spying on us?” she demands angrily; her short skirt barely falling halfway down her smooth, tan thighs. I can see why so many guys still want a piece of her even though she’s been with so many other guys already. She looks like Megan Fox but less bitchy.
“Not on purpose,” I say timidly.
“You perverted bitch!” she screams at me.
“Excuse me?” I say, standing up so she no longer towers over me.
“You heard me you bitch,” she calls me again.
“This, coming from the school bicycle?”
“Fuck you, you cunt!” Okay, so maybe Megan Fox is less bitchy.
“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, you whore!” I shout back.
“HEY!” Tim finally steps in and stands between me and Tiffany. “Nobody talks to my sister that way, I don’t care who the fuck you are,” he says calmly. “Now, get your slutty cunt out of this house before I unleash my sister’s crazy ass on you,” Tim threatens.
Tiffany glares at him. “Just wait until the school hears about this,” she says, giving a threat of her own.
Tim laughs. “Tell everybody what you want. Who do you think they’re going to believe, the star quarterback or the school slut?”
“Now, hold on a second,” she says, putting one hand on a hip and pointing a finger into the air as she leans on her other hip. “Why is it I’m a slut and you’re a stud? You’ve probably banged as many girls in our school as I’ve had guys fuck me,” she argues and I can’t deny her point; it is a sad double standard.
“The difference between you and me, Tiff, is I actually work at it,” he says stepping up to her. “I treat a girl kindly, take her out a few times before fucking her. Plus, there’s no way I’ve slept with as many girls as guys have fucked you,” he laughs. bahis siteleri “Especially not after Homecoming…” he trails off and her face turns red.
He’s referring to the rumor of her being ganged banged by the entire defensive line of our Varsity football team, plus two wrestlers and even a couple cheerleaders (not male ones). If Tim is confirming its validity, then she has definitely out-fucked my brother. Plus, what he’s saying about the girls he’s been with is true. Every time I hear a girl talk about my brother, they always talk about how sweet and kind he is to them when they have sex; they even talk about how he takes care of their needs before his own. I’ve always been jealous of them (which I admit is the only reason I called them sluts before), but more in the way that I wanted to find a guy like that; someone who loves me more than themselves, because that’s how I’d treat them in the relationship as well. Tiffany’s reputation was less stellar. At best she’s compared to high end porn stars.
“You two deserve each other,” she says, her voice full of poison, and then she leaves the house.
“You okay?” Tim asks me and then just as another song in his room ends, we hear a loud crash of glass breaking outside.
His eyes widen and he bolts for the front door. I follow behind him, dreading what’s happened. When we open the front door, our mouths drop open as Tiffany slams her softball bat into his windshield. Tim runs for the phone and calls the cops before she finishes destroying his car.
“It’s happening right fucking now!” he shouts desperately into the phone. “Yes, I know her! I just kicked her out of my house, we go to school together…Of course I did something to upset her…She threatened my sister so I threatened to tell the truth about what a slut she is to the entire school, it’s not like it’s news to anyone, but…Thank you…! Her name is Tiffany Robertson…No, I don’t know her address but she’s still damaging my car as we speak! Just send someone to stop her!” he begs.
I storm out to confront Tiffany but make a pit-stop at my car first and retrieve my mace from the glove box. The small spray can clenched in my fist, I walk right up to Tiffany. Without a word she raises the bat but I hit her square in the eyes with the mace and she screams bloody murder, dropping the aluminum bat to the ground. I can hear sirens in the distance, so I pocket the mace and stand out of her way as she stumbles around blindly. I hear a car coming up the street, so I go out to direct them around her; no need to let her get hit by a car.
Tiffany finally takes a seat nearby in our driveway, minutes later a squad car arrives. We explain the situation, I point out the bat and tell them I was the one who sprayed her with the mace, which they confiscate as evidence. Once they fill out the report, they give a copy to Tim so he can file a claim with the insurance company, then they leave with Tiffany in custody. Tim storms back inside to call our insurance company, and I follow him to his room.
“I can’t believe she did that!” he says in a much higher voice than normal.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize, feeling guilty for what happened. “If I hadn’t pissed her off, this wouldn’t have happened.”
“It’s not your fault, sis, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he says calmly, sitting next to me on his bed.
“Yeah I did, I was spying on you,” I confess before I realize what I’m saying. “Shit,” I say regretfully.
“Why were you spying?” he asks; he’s not upset, just curious.
“I really don’t know. Curiosity, jealousy,” my cheeks burn hot, “take your pick.”
“Jealousy?” he asks. “Jealous of who?” he pries.
I roll my eyes at him. “Tim, it’s just been a crappy afternoon, I’d rather not talk about this,” I say and get up to head to my room.
“Hey, you just got the shit beat out of my car, I think I deserve an answer,” he says but he doesn’t look malicious or even angry with me, though he has a good point.
I sigh. “Fine,” I say and tell him everything that happened starting with Daniel right up to when Tiffany burst into my room.
He chuckles a little bit at first and then rolls onto his back, laughing hysterically.
“Fuck you, Tim!” I say and get up.
He grabs my hand before I can leave and pulls me back to his bed. “Wait, I’m sorry. I know it’s not supposed to be funny, but you really had no idea Daniel is gay?”
“That’s what you’re laughing about?” I say, still standing but facing him now.
I don’t pull my hand away from him like I normally would, and he notices as well. Tim doesn’t let go of my hand either. Instead he gently pulls me to sit down next to him again.
“I’m sorry, Tina,” he starts. “I shouldn’t have laughed at you. I guess I just assumed that the rumors about him had reached the entire school by now. I mean, they started back in sophomore year.”
“Really?” I ask. “I mean, I kinda heard things, but I never believed them. I just thought he never dated anyone because he didn’t like any of the girls in our school.”
“Well, you’re right, he doesn’t like any girls in our school,” he says and I understand his implication.
“Don’t tell me he hooked up with any guys at school.”
“Okay, I won’t tell you,” he promises.
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