Author’s note — First off, thank you so very much for the almost all positive feedback. I have been working tirelessly on fleshing out this story in my own unique style. I originally intended for part 2 to include more of the story, but so much ended up pouring out of me, and idea after idea came and I couldn’t stop them. The process takes a little while because I write, re-rewrite and self-edit simultaneously until it feels…authentic, real…or as real as I can make it feel, within an idealist style that all fiction, at least to a degree, falls into. This is life for the twins and their family at the zenith of their happiness…at least so far. Again, any and all sexual or erotic contact takes place between characters over 18. Any reference to the twins before that age is without sexual context.
Pt. 2 The Best Day Ever
CH. 6
Stella turned over to glance at her phone on her nightstand. 4:00 AM.
God Damnit!, she thought to herself in frustration.
Sleep had eluded her for over 3 hours since she had leapt up to console Jackson back to sleep. She got close a couple of times, but seconds before she was about to slip into real slumber, her body would jolt her awake. Just a simple twitch, that had originated in her hips, but it kicked her awake every time. This was distressing to her since her body hadn’t reacted this way in ten years. Not since a time she had done her very best never to think about; about the time he had disappeared. She didn’t sleep back then, not without aid of powerful sleep medications. When she tried, her body would kick her back awake, over and over again, all night long. It also made her sweat, a lot, her body’s reaction to what it viewed, no doubt, as extreme emotional stress. Forget that she kicked off all the covers, except the thin sheet, and that she slept in only the thinnest of t-shirts she owned and a pair of scant, lace panties, it didn’t seem to matter. With a frustrated sigh, she quickly got out of bed and stood up in the middle of her room.
She stretched a little, then silently tip-toed towards Jacksons room, stopping in the middle of his room. He was on his back, one hand behind his head and pillow, the other on his stomach, his legs spread out at odd angles, one crooked, one straight out. It seems that he too had gotten hot and kicked all his covers off. No matter how angry and resentful she felt towards him, deep down she couldn’t stop thinking about how different he looked now. He had clearly spent a good portion of the last ten years in various gyms. He was bigger, firmer and much more defined in every single place she could see, which was quite a bit at the moment. He just looked so…solid.
God Damn, he’s beautiful, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking.
Not that he hadn’t been perfect to her before. He had been a great deal thinner, but no less gorgeous. But his beauty was different then. He was softer, sensitive, lithe. More like her, but in male form. It was as if God had created his physical appearance to match the gentle, kind spirit housed within. It seemed now that God saw fit to update his work with the changing inner workings within his creation. As it seemed Jackson had been through difficult, rough things in life, in harsh places, forced to do truly difficult things, his body had changed with his experiences. He seemed more guarded, silent, rough, and his body had been sculpted to show it. Just as his heart was now scarred from whatever happened over there, she now saw the subtle signs of physical scars through the darkness of the night. A place that looked to be from something violent on his right shoulder caught her attention. Something had pierced him. Someone had tried to take him away from her at some point, for good.
She was lost in thought, now somehow standing at his bedside over him, watching him when he suddenly twitched. It made her jump and her hand flew up to her mouth just in time to cover her yelp. She noticed that, like her twitches from tonight, and ten years ago, it originated from his hips, and made his entire body jump. His eyes flashed open, but only for a second, as they slowly closed. Those med’s must be strong, she thought. Was that what she looked like when it happened to her? As she asked herself that question, another realization came to her: He twitched too! She began to put some things together in her mind. Perhaps it wasn’t a coincidence or just a genetic trait. Maybe their bodies subconsciously longed to be near each other. I mean think about it, mine started once he left, and only years of therapy made it go away, and now all of a sudden, on the night he appears, its back, she thought to herself. I mean, we snuck into each other’s beds every single night since we were toddlers…and that was even before we started to feel…things…like that for each other, and not ONCE did we twitch awake like that in all the time.
She wanted to try something.
She went back to her bedside table, grabbed her phone, checking to make sure it was entirely charged, and then went back to his room. Once back to çekmeköy escort his bedside, she tried lightly nudging him awake. Nothing.
“Jack?” she whispered, pushing against his chest a little more forcefully. Nothing. Slow and steady breathing. Good Lord, maybe they’re too strong.
She set an alarm for an hour, put the ringer on low volume, so it would wake her and not him, and then crawled into bed with him. Not worrying so much about waking him up through his sleep med’s, she laid herself against his side, nestling into him, putting her left arm behind her, with her right arm draped across his chest, even snaking her leg across his leg. She laid her head on his chest, face in his neck. She closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath of him in. Instinctively, as she slowly breathed out, she squeezed him as tight as she could, loving the feeling of his solid form in her arms. Letting her emotions get the best of her, she leaned in and gave his neck a long, soft kiss. Then another. She gave another, her emotions and exhaustion clouding her judgement more and more as each kiss became more moist, and her lips parting farther each time they met his skin. Just as she was about to lay another long, wet kiss on his neck, he shifted in his sleep. She froze in place as his left arm came from underneath his pillow and wrapped around her shoulders and his body turned itself towards and into her, his other arm wrapping around her waist, lightly pressing her against him. Once he was done shifting, his breathing became steady and deep again, and she cocked her head up to inspect his face. He still had the same furrowed brow, same serious face in his sleep he had just a few moments ago.
She repositioned herself, wrapping herself around him tighter, her arm now completely snaked around him, her leg now completely over his groin, and nestled her face deep into his neck. She took half a dozen deep breaths, and in almost no time at all sleep found her. Peaceful, dreamless sleep.
CH. 7
“Wake up, Birthday boy!” A soft, playful whisper said as a pair of soft lips trailed gentle kisses up his neck. As he forced his eyes open, he took stock of what, or who, was in his arms. As he squeezed his arms around her, pulling her into him while she wrapped her arms around his neck, planting her kisses around his jaw towards his lips, he couldn’t hold back a satisfied smile. “I’m up, Birthday girl,” he answered with a smile, but anything else he wanted to say would have to wait as Stella pounced on him, straddling on top of him, crushing her entire body against his as her hungry lips finally found what they’d waited all morning to find. He put his hands on her hips, gripping with increasing intensity as she began to grind herself against the hardness his body had harbored underneath his underwear in the night. He felt things heating up, both of them starting to let their hands search and roam over each other, lost in a kiss neither wanted to ever end. Lips opened and closed, interlocked, and slid against each other, tongues playfully slipping in and out of each other’s reach in a teasing dance both seemed created to play with other.
Just as her hands had started to travel down to the waist band of his boxer-briefs, and his hands had each taken as big a handful of barely-covered ass-cheek as they could grip, they both gave a simultaneous moan into each other’s mouth to signal their satisfaction with what the other was doing. This made both start giggling uncontrollably together, enjoying the truly serendipitous moment with the one who meant most. Both thought, at the exact same moment, that they knew utter joy, the kind of joy that nothing, and no one, could ever take away. It was their 18th Birthday today, and they had been impatiently waiting for this day for almost all 18 of those years. The moment was brought to a halt, however, as Jack suddenly remembered that it was their Birthday, and that they could in fact, be discovered at any moment.
“Wait, Stel! You need to go and get some clothes on, and get off me. You know she is gonna come in here any minute and start singing and stuff!” he said, his eyes now wide and holding her off.
“So what! We’re 18 now. We can do whatever we want. That means we can just…be together now. For real!” she said, trying to keep her feelings from being hurt.
“It’s my birthday and I want to be with you, whenever and wherever I want to,” she said, her voice getting more serious, and Jack could see her starting to ramp up. She had been becoming more prone to letting her feelings take precedence over her reason since they finally kissed on their 16th birthday, finding out how they truly felt. He knew that they had very little time, but he also knew that he had to find the right time to try to interrupt and make her see sense, or she would be really upset, and it was her birthday…he didn’t want that.
“I’m tired of hiding Jack,” she started, her eyes welling with tears. “I am tired of going to school with you every day, and all our friends get to go to their girlfriends cevizli escort and boyfriends and hug them, and hold their hands, and kiss them, hell, even fucking make out between classes, or under the bleachers. They get to just be young, and themselves and be together, and we don’t. I hate this. I hate that I can’t kiss you before I go into class. I hate that I can’t hold your hand at lunch. Jack, Kara is convinced I’m LESBIAN, because I’ve never had a boyfriend or talked about any ‘boys I like’.”
“But we’re not even in school anymore?” he said.
“You know what I mean, Jackson!” she almost shouted. “Just listen to me!”
He remained silent as she unloaded her feelings. He was aware of most of them, but she was always such a calm, cool customer with her feelings, even with him sometimes.
“Imagine what they think of you,” she added, wiping her tears away.
There was really no question about what guys at school thought of his orientation. He’d been told it, and picked on for it his whole life. As he considered this, she looked down at him and he saw the dawn of realization on her face about the effect what she said would have on him.
“Oh, I’m sorry baby,” she said, quickly cupping his face and kissing him. “I shouldn’t have said that. Fuck them! You are ten times the man they are. They are just jealous because they want me and they know they’ll never even get close. I mean, they don’t know why…but still…they don’t understand us, Jack…No one does.” she said.
“I mean, when we finally have our…y’know…first time…any first time…blowjob, hand job, sex…I can’t even tell my friends about it. Everything with us is always a secret. It just isn’t fair…” She finished, and with that, she hung her head.
“I know, Stel.” He finally said. “I wish for all the same things. I don’t like keeping this secret any more than you do. Our friends are gonna be here, and we are gonna be in the pool, and the hot tub, or movies in the living room, or whatever…and they are all gonna pair off and grab blankets and…whatever, do stuff with each other, and you and I have to just sit there and be this silent secret…hide that we are even holding fucking hands. I’m tired of sneaking too. I’m tired of looking over our shoulders too, Stella.” He said. He had hoped that showing he felt the same would calm her, but it only seemed to strengthen her resolve, as she launched into it once again.
“All because in the last couple centuries, someone decided that it had to just be bad! That there is something wrong with me! I have a 140 IQ, I have straight A’s, I am going Ivy League! I am just a normal girl, except for I want to be with you, and that alone makes me a freak? Fuck That!” she said, starting to get out of hand. She would have kept going but Jack had seen his opening, having heard enough. He placed both hands on her head and she made immediate eye-contact, both having done this ritual hundreds of times.
“Control.” He said simply.
She took three deep breathes, her eyes moist again.
“I’m tired of being in control, Jack.” She wept.
“I know. But trust me right now, Control.” He said, his voice less matter-of-fact and more gentle.
“Cool…Control,” She said, getting herself under control.
“I want the same thing,” he said. “…but this isn’t the way. We need a plan. We need to make things clear…everything. Our feelings, our goals, our ambitions. If you’re serious about us, then let’s make a plan. A serious one. Tomorr-“
“Tonight!” she demanded.
“Ok,” he said, smiling and kissing her before continuing. “Fine, tonight. Tonight, we can start making a plan, after the party is over. If we make a good plan, and both agree to it, then I’ll gladly tell anyone and everyone, right next to you.”
“Promise?” she asked, biting her lip.
“I promise, Stella.”
At this she smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him an intense, passionate kiss. He put his hands on her bare ribs, feeling up to her lace bra, then going back down to her lace-clad hips, causing her to physically respond by scooting up her crotch to right on top of his, clutching her body against him. They resumed the dance their mouths had been making before their talk, her hands tangling in his hair while his took another two large handfuls of ass-cheek, gripping them tightly, causing her to moan into his mouth. She then began grinding and gyrating herself down along his hardness between them in earnest.
“Stella,” he managed to gasp between kisses. “You know we can-“
“Please!” She gasped, not bothering to hide the absolute desperation in her voice. “Please, baby…for my birthday, let me…” She continued, kissing fervently all over his face and down his neck. “…I locked the door, I promise…baby, just let me…” but instead of finishing her sentence, she ran her moistening panties up, and then down his upturned length, both covered by thin layers of fabric, to show what she meant. The effect made all of his defiant resolve wither away. They sat there, him erenköy escort propping himself up by his hands behind him, while she straddled him, gyrating, grinding and sliding her sex up and down the entire length of his covered manhood. It would have felt better had he not had cotton covering him, but he was just grateful to have the most gorgeous, intelligent, caring, simply amazing girl in the world all over him.
As if reading his mind, he suddenly felt Stella loosen her embrace around his neck, and slide her hands down to the waistband of his boxer-briefs, deftly, yet gently slipping her hands inside.
“Stella!” he started, but whatever he was about to scold, once she raised her hips up, and her hands slithered down and wrapped around him, he thought no more.
“Please baby…” She again whispered, knowing full well the effect it would have on him, knowing she would get her way.
“…I just wanna pull it out a little…I just wanna feel it against me…against my panties baby…please!?” she begged in her whispered, throaty way.
He’d cave, she knew it.
She began barely stroking her hands as softly and gently as she could along his length, merely running her fingers over it, feeling it twitch under her lightest touch. Any minute now.
“…Of course, baby…Ok…anything for you…” he croaked out, now desperate for her touch. She smiled, and pulled the waistband down and underneath his package. She then resumed her position, sliding her wet, satin-clad nether against his entire length, taking it slow and tender, making sure to get every inch.
“See sweetie…see how good that feels…I’ve wanted this for so long, baby…” She coaxed to him, their eyes locked onto each other, her arms back around his neck.
“God…Stel…Ohhh God…”
“See how good it feels…when you give me what I want…I just wanna make you feel good baby…Don’t I make you feel good?” she whimpered now.
“Yes…yes baby…you do…”
“How good baby?” she begged, picking up her pace, moving up and down him. She was now trying to drive him up the wall, but she couldn’t ignore the burning all over her skin, throughout every inch of her.
“…So good baby…I swear…”
“…Oh God, baby…You feel so good, so hard…You’re getting me close, just being against it…are you getting close?”
“Fuck yes baby…So close…I’m gonna…” he started, but stopped, concentrating on her expertly executed movements, running herself gently, and yet so firmly against him, seemingly a natural. He broke eye contact to look her up and down, marveling at his life’s worth of good fortune. She was any mans, every mans, wet dream. She had to be. Her hair, raven black, messily put up, her red satin bra hiding her breasts, her long, lithe and yet toned body riding up and down him. Her ab muscles tensed and moved as she rode along him, his eyes hypnotized by them until they rested on her matching lace and satin panties, her small tuft of hair and defined lips almost completely visible because of the moisture her body was producing for him.
“You’re gonna what baby…what are you gonna do?” she begged, her hectic pace now reaching an even faster tempo, her need for release almost consuming her. “huh…What are you gonna do…”
“…I’m gonna…Oh god Stella, don’t stop…I’m so close…” he panted.
“Close to what baby…tell me…tell me honey, it’s ok…you can say it…” she pleaded, feeling herself dangerously close to her breaking point, sweat now starting to bead all over her body from the effort she put in, moving her body in both a way that he would like to watch and that would make her reach a height she now desperately needed to reach. She wanted to be totally open and on display for him.
“…I’m gonna…cum…baby…”
“yeah, baby?” she asked, her face now showing how desperate she was to hear what she was doing to him. “Yeah…you’re gonna cum for me?” she gasped, verging on the precipice of her climb.
“Yeah…I’m gonna cum, Stella!” he finally gasped.
“Go ahead, baby…please…show me.” She panted, finally at the top.
“Oh GOD!” He cried.
Then, she felt the explosion within her, shooting through her body like a tidal wave, radiating across her skin, down her arms and legs, up her back, neck, her scalp…washing over every sense she knew…she was absolutely on fire, her entire body shuddering and convulsing, seemingly uncontrollably…then she felt him. He’d grabbed himself, his hand a flurry of motion, and it grabbed her attention down to his work. She saw it throb once, then before she could react it started shooting streams of him…all over her. One large one went right across her chest, some even on her neck and chin, the next across her entire abdomen, still more spurts landing all over her panties, and even on himself. He was moaning and his face was strained from the release he felt, and she smiled, watching him work. She didn’t know why, but coming down off of her own release, she was so proud of him at that moment, releasing with no reluctance, no shame, just completely open and himself, reveling in the orgasm she had provided him. She looked down, and he was still stroking it up, coaxing the remnants out, watching it dribble down and fall, landing on her wet panties. God, I love him so much!