Thomas and his sister were in their final year of school when their mother was killed.
Sarah and Thomas were both keen sailors and they had just spent the weekend on the sail training ship Western Sky. Their mother was driving down to the coast to pick them up and take them home. She was at a stop sign, waiting for a gap in the traffic to get onto the A272, when a man in a white van slammed into her car from behind. The driver of the van said that he hadn’t seen her. How he could not have seen her beggared belief. Her car was bright yellow!
Modern cars are supposed to be able to take a bit of a shunt. Sarah and Thomas’s mother was apparently wearing her seat belt, and the car’s air bags deployed, but, in the end, it didn’t make any difference. The doctors later said that her neck was broken. She would have died almost instantly.
When their mother didn’t show up at the appointed time, Sarah and Thomas just assumed that she was stuck in traffic. They had been waiting for about three hours when the cops finally arrived and told them that there had been an accident. The cops didn’t mention that their mother had died; just that there had been an accident. The cops also asked if Sarah and Thomas had a relative or someone with whom they might spend the night?
Thomas told the cops that they would be OK on our own. They were 18, for goodness sake. But the cops said that it would be better if they had someone with them. Their mother’s mad sister, Nicky, was waiting for them when they finally got home. That’s when the cops told them that their mother had died.
‘Well, fuck!’ Nicky said, the moment that the cops had gone. ‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’
Thomas and Sarah both knew what she meant. What else could you say when a total idiot in a white van had driven into the back of your mother’s bright yellow car, and now your mother was dead? Not that Thomas and Sarah’s mother was Nicky’s mother. Thomas and Sarah’s mother was Nicky’s sister. But still.
‘And I haven’t even got any weed with me,’ Nicky said. ‘Is there any wine? I think I need wine.’
There was wine. There was plenty of wine. Which was just as well. Because, between the three of them, they managed to drink almost two whole bottles. Well … ‘they’ was perhaps a bit of a stretch. Nicky did most of the damage. And, eventually, she fell asleep on the couch. Sarah went and got a blanket and tucked her in. Nicky probably wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. And then Sarah and Thomas tidied up and they too headed for bed.
‘I think I’m going to need a shower,’ Thomas said. ‘I’m still all salty from being out on the boat.’
His sister nodded. ‘Yes. Me, too,’ she said.
‘Do you want to have first shower?’
‘We can share,’ Sarah said. ‘The shower is big enough for two.’
Thomas laughed. But then he thought: Hell, yes, why not? We can share.
Sarah and Thomas were twins? Not identical twins. Obviously. Although Thomas was always surprised by how many people, when he told them that he and his sister were twins, immediately asked if they were identical twins. ‘Umm … no. There are one or two crucial differences between us,’ he would tell them.
Their istanbul escort mother was – had been – a naturist. A nudist. Nicky was too. And Sarah and Thomas had been brought up to think of nudity a something pretty normal. At home, they often went naked. And when Aunt Nicky came to visit, she was generally pretty quick to join in the party. In some ways, Thomas (in particular) was a little surprised that she hadn’t got her kit off the moment that the cops had left. So even though Sarah and Thomas probably hadn’t showered together since they were ten or eleven, it didn’t seem weird or anything.
‘So …,’ Thomas said, as Sarah and he stood under the cascading water.
‘So?’
‘I don’t know what else to say,’ Thomas said. ‘I just don’t know what else to say.’ And he shook his head. ‘It doesn’t seem real, does it?’
Sarah nodded. ‘I suppose it will. In time,’ she said. ‘But, no. It doesn’t seem real. Not yet.’
‘Would you like me to wash you?’ Thomas asked.
Again, Sarah nodded.
Thomas soaped up a flannel, turned Sarah around, and began by gently washing her neck and shoulders. And then he worked his way down her back to her waist, her hips, and her shapely arse. Sarah did have a particularly nice-looking arse. And Thomas paid special attention to the groove between her firmly-toned cheeks. You never know where that pesky salt spray can get to. And then he gently turned her around and washed her front; her boobs, her flat belly, her beautiful fur-covered pubic mound, her lips below.
‘Mmm. That feels nice,’ Sarah said. ‘And now I should wash you.’ And she did. And by the time that she reached her brother’s cock, it was beginning to grow. ‘Nice,’ she said. ‘Yes. Nice.’
They rinsed off, helped each other get dry, and then they headed to Sarah’s room. Why they chose Sarah’s room was anyone’s guess. Perhaps it was just because it was nearest.
‘So …,’ Thomas said.
‘You’re so-ing again,’ Sarah pointed out.
Thomas laughed. Sadly. ‘Yeah. I am. But I’m not sure what else to do. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to think, what I’m supposed to feel. One moment I’m feeling angry. The next I’m feeling sad. And then I’m not feeling anything. I’m just feeling … well … nothing. It’s weird.’
Sarah nodded – but she didn’t actually say anything.
‘When she didn’t turn up, I just thought that she’d got held up in the traffic,’ Thomas said. ‘Mother, I mean. I didn’t for a minute think … Well … you don’t, do you?’
Sarah nodded again. ‘I need a cuddle,’ she said. And she flipped back the duvet.
And, yes, Thomas needed a cuddle too.
‘Do you think Nicky will be all right?’ Sarah asked.
Thomas smiled but then nodded. ‘I’m sure she’s slept in stranger places.’
‘She certainly gave the wine a bit of a nudge,’ Sarah said.
‘Well … her sister,’ Thomas said. ‘Our mother, but Nicky’s sister. Nicky knew Mother for even longer than we did. She wouldn’t have been expecting it. None of us were expecting it.’
Sarah nodded.
It must have been soon after that that, freshly showered and wrapped in each other’s arms, they both drifted off to istanbul escort bayan sleep.
When Thomas woke up, shortly after 2am, it took him a moment or two to work out where he was. And then he remembered. And, once again, he found himself both angry and confused. He was also thirsty. He padded out to the kitchen and got himself a glass of ice-cold sparkling water from the fridge. On his way back to the bedroom, he stuck his head into the living room. Nicky, his mad aunt, was pretty much where they had left her.
‘You’re awake,’ he said, when he returned to bedroom.
‘I am,’ Sarah said. ‘Have you had some sleep?’
‘I have. But I woke up. I think I was thirsty. The wine, probably. I got some water. Would you like some?’
‘Thanks. I would.’
Thomas handed his sister the glass, and then got back into bed.
‘I had a dream,’ Sarah said. ‘I dreamt that we were on the boat. The Western Sky. And Terry, the skipper, asked if we wanted to go to New York.’
Thomas nodded. ‘And did we?’
‘I said that we’d need to check with Mother. And then I realised that we couldn’t. We couldn’t ask her anything anymore.’
Thomas nodded. And, for a long time, they both just lay there. In silence. And then Thomas said: ‘Do you want to fuck?’
‘Do I want to fuck?’ his sister said. ‘Do you mean do I want to fuck some day? With someone? Or do you mean do I want to fuck now? With you?’
‘I was thinking now. With me.’
For a while Sarah said nothing. And then she said: ‘Yeah. I think I might do. Do you want to?’
‘Yeah. I think I would. I think we should. Sooner or later,’ Thomas said.
Sarah nodded. ‘I suppose so. Yes. As you say: sooner or later. And … well … sooner is probably better than later. And we’re awake. And we’re naked.’
But then, having pretty much made up their minds that they were going to fuck, neither of them seemed to know quite what to do next. Which, when they thought about it, made them both laugh.
‘Oh, well,’ Sarah said, ‘what is it that Salty is always telling us? Prepare to succeed?’
‘In fucking as in sailing,’ Thomas said. ‘Prepare to succeed. Stand by all hands! Cast off for’ard!’
His sister laughed. ‘Perhaps we should start by preparing your cock,’ she said. ‘Although it looks as if your cock may have already started without us. Still …’ And Sarah took Thomas’s growing cock in her fingers and, gently, lovingly, began to squeeze it and pump it.
Thomas wasn’t sure whence his sister had learned her cock-handling technique, but it was pretty near faultless. And his cock showed its appreciation in the only way that it knew how.
‘Wow,’ his sister said, after just a minute or so, ‘if this chap grows any more, you’re going to need a man with a red flag to walk in front of you as you move about the place.’
Thomas laughed. ‘I think you may have already pumped it up to its maximum,’ he said. ‘If not beyond. And now let me look at what you have brought to this party. Mmm … Nice. Yes. Very nice.’
Sarah’s fur-covered outer labia had swollen considerably since Thomas had gently soaped them under the shower, and escort istanbul her glistening pink inner labia were beginning to peep out. Thomas spread his sisters thighs and knelt between them. Then, using his thumbs, he began to gently massage her plump outer lips, encouraging her inner lips to make themselves even more visible.
‘Oh, yes,’ Sarah said, spreading her thighs even further.
And then Thomas lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue along his sister’s glistening cuntal valley.
‘Oh, fuck yes,’ Sarah said. And, just as Thomas wasn’t sure whence his sister’s cock-handling technique had come, Sarah was at a loss (but a very happy loss) to explain her brother’s pussy-eating proficiency. ‘That feels so good,’ she said. ‘I’d ask you how you learned to do that, but perhaps I don’t want to know.’ And she laughed again.
Another few minutes, and Sarah’s cuntal valley would almost have qualified as a nationally-important wetland, to be protected for the benefit of all mankind. Well, for the benefit of her twin brother anyway.
Thomas took his rock-hard cock and wiped the head, several times, along his sister’s slick valley. And then … ‘Are you ready?’
Sarah smiled and nodded and raised her knees.
For a few seconds, Thomas paused, with his now-glistening cockhead poised at the entrance to his sister’s fuckhole. And then, slowly, he entered her for the first time.
‘Oh, fuck yes,’ Sarah said. And Thomas agreed.
Being ‘the first time’, neither of them was quite sure what to expect. But Thomas was surprised – and delighted – to discover that pushing into Sarah’s secret tunnel was like pushing into a bumpy-but-slippery rabbit hole. Bump. Bump.
‘Oh, fuck that feels sooo good,’ Sarah said. ‘Sooooooo good.’
And when he was all the way in, Thomas paused. And he nodded. ‘Yes. Better than good,’ he said. And then he started to withdraw. Slowly. And when he was almost out again, he went back on in. And then out. And then in. And then out. And then in. And then, this time when he pulled back, he paused with just the very tip of his cock touching his sister’s entrance.
‘Don’t tease,’ she said.
‘No?’
‘No!’
‘Oh, OK,’ he said. And he thrust back in. Hard.
With each thrust there was a delightful squelching sound. And then Thomas became aware that his sister had slipped her hand between their bodies, and she was furiously working her clit. Thomas could have done that for her. Perhaps he should have done that for her. But there was something very sexy about knowing that she was doing it herself while he continued to plunge her depths.
And then he began to feel the beginning of that familiar feeling, that feeling that told him there would soon be fireworks. Shooting stars. Sky rockets in flight. He pulled out and took his slippery cock in his trusty right hand. Sarah seemed to understand. And she looked at him expectantly.
‘On my tits,’ she said.
Thomas was of two minds. Four or five swift strokes and he could be shooting. Or he could slow down and make it last. Or could he? No. Perhaps not. Perhaps not. ‘Oh, fuck!’ he said. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ And suddenly it was Guy Fawkes, the Fourth of July, and Chinese New Year all rolled into one. And when he had finished spurting, Sarah smeared his pearly white cum over her firm tits, paying particular attention to her hard nipples, and then she licked the cum off her fingers.
‘Yum,’ she said. ‘You and I should fuck more often.’