Chapter 3
As Johnny drove down to Victory, his sister, his twin, Debbie, blabbered on and on.
Sometimes Johnny wished that Debbie was not such a great fuck.
If she had not been such a fine piece of ass, he would have given up on her and told her to get the fuck out of his life years before.
Johnny and Debbie were both seventeen now and they were moving to another home.
And Johnny was thinking that it was time that he branched out and fucked some other girls, someone else besides his sexy, little twin sister.
He glanced at her as she talked about their Aunt Donna and what they would do in this new home.
"I wonder what Aunt Donna did for a living up in New York City. You know what I think, Johnny? J think that she was some kind of prostitute. Mother and father never talked about her much but she sure has a hell of a lot of money. I think that she fucked for that money up there in New York City. Grandmother was not too happy when I told her that we were coming down here to live with Aunt Donna. She did not say why, but I think it is because she knows that Aunt Donna used to fuck for a living. Don't you think that, Johnny? I mean, she is such a sexy, beautiful woman. I am sure that men would pay a lot of money to get into her cunt. I hope she did fuck for a living in New York City. If she did, then she will not be watching over us all the time like Grandmother used to do. She will give us a lot of freedom, I think. Don't you think so, Johnny? Don't you think—"
"John," the brother snarled.
"What?" his twin sister asked.
"I am seventeen years old and I want to be called John, not Johnny. I nave told you that a hundred times, Debbie."
"Oh, yeah, I keep forgetting, Johnny—uh, John."
Then she giggled for a second and turned to him and batted her eyes.
"Do you want to call me Debra, John?" she asked.
He did not even answer. He knew that she was fooling. She liked the name, Debby. And it suited her too, her brother thought. Although she was actually about ten minutes older than John, she was still a bubbly, little girl, not anything like a mature woman, her brother thought.
Both John and Debbie had blonde hair and they did look a lot alike. But John was thin and muscular and Debbie was cute and cuddly and round. They were both attractive teen-agers, and John knew that he could have fucked a lot of other girls by now, just as Debbie could have fucked a lot of other boys. But, for some reason, they had stayed together, sharing their passion, fucking each other with glee, and they had not wandered off to fuck other people at all. He supposed that they had stayed together because it was so easy now. People left them alone together. Even their uptight grandmother had done that. It was easy for them to find time to fuck each other. He glanced at Debbie. She irritated him at time, but he had to admit that she was one hell of a fuck.
"John and Debra," she said, running her fingers through her blond hair. "To me, that sounds like two stars of some big, expensive motion picture. Maybe we could remake the story of Cleopatra, dear brother. I could play Cleopatra and you could play Marc Antony. Debra as Cleopatra. John as Marc Antony. They light up the screen with their passion and their love."
Debbie was always talking about movies, her brother thought.
It was as if she lived her whole life on some big, fake screen.
"Cleopatra and Marc Antony were both dark, very dark. He was a Roman and she was an Egyptian, for God's sake. She might have even been a Negro for all we know."
"So?" Debbie asked, jarred out of her funny, motion-picture fantasy by her brother's very traditional realism.
"You are blonde and I am blond too, Debbie. We could not play Cleopatra and Marc Antony, even if one of us could act."
"We could wear wigs," she said.
"Oh, shit," John moaned. He knew that it did no good to try to make his sister get rid of her fantasies. He said nothing else. He just watched the road in front of him.
But he was thinking that maybe Debbie was right. Maybe Aunt Donna had been a high-class hooker in New York City. .
If she had been, she would certainly allow the two teen-agers a great deal of freedom.
And John remembered that time that he had seen Aunt Donna at his parents' funeral.
She was so beautiful. Even in his grief on that afternoon, he had felt his cock get hard in his pants when she had come up to him.
Maybe Aunt Donna would fuck him, he thought. That would be a real thrill. After all, he fucked his twin sister. Why couldn't he fuck his sexy aunt too?
Then John realized that Debbie had not said anything for a few minutes.
That meant one of two things, he thought. He knew his sister well and, when she was not talking, she was either sleeping or wanting to fuck. He glanced at her.
She was not sleeping.
She was sitting there in the front seat of the car with her blouse open and her tits bared.
They were good tits, cute tits, big and sexy and girlish tits. John liked the tits of his twin very much.
She smiled at him and she ran her hand over his thigh and felt his crotch with her soft fingers.
"Are we ahead of schedule, John?" she asked softly, hopefully. "Could we take off a little time from our journey and still get to Aunt Donna's house on time? Do you think that we could, huh, John?"
He laughed out loud and he grinned at his cute, sexy twin sister.
"Debbie," he said, "we will make time for a little stop. There should be a rest-stop somewhere up ahead."
"Oh, boy," she said, actually clapping her hands like a happy, little girl. "I am going to get to fuck my sexy brother again."
"Yep, Debra," he said, drawing out the name that more adult and that did not fit her at all. "You certainly will get to fuck your brother again. How could he ever resist your sweet cunt?"
"He never has been able to do that," the girl said with a wink. "Not since that first night."
Her sexy reference to their first time together reminded John of that night.
He thought about it, ran over the scene in his head, as he drove on in search of a place to stop where he could fuck his sister.
That first night had been two years before. Their parents had gone off to some party and left Debbie and John alone in the house. The brother and sister had been in a strange, fun-filled mood. They did what they had often done when they were left alone in the house. They opened up their father's liquor cabinet and started drinking.
When they had done that for the first time years before, they had both gotten very drunk and Debbie had gotten sick and John had had to clean up after her as best he could before their parents got home. Still, he knew that their mother and father had figured out what the children had done while they were away. Their parents never mentioned the night to the children, however. John knew now that his father had probably told his mother that Debbie and John had just been doing something that every normal kid did when his parents left him alone in the house. They had been experimenting with adulthood.
But their parents never found out about the other ways that Debbie and John later experimented with adulthood, about the times that the brother and the sister had fucked together.
And John figured that it was for the best. Not even his father and mother, the most liberal parents that he knew, would be able to stand for that.
That night when they had first experimented with sex, they had been drinking again.
But this time they had not gotten drunk. They had both just gotten a little high and silly and Debbie had started the conversation about sex by telling John that she was not really a virgin, that she had lost her cherry one time when she had a wreck on a boy's bicycle. And then she had asked John if he had ever fucked a girl.
He had blushed, but he had told his sister the truth. No, he had not fucked a girl.
One of the girls in school had offered to fuck him one night, had even begged him to fuck her because she thought he was sexy and handsome and because she thought that it would be fun to be his first girl. But he had not done it, he told Debbie. He had not done it because the girl had not been anything special to him and he wanted his first girl to be special.
Then Debbie had asked him another question, a question that was filled with strange and exciting meanings.
"Am I special to you, Johnny?"
And John admitted that she was special to him, very special, the most special girl in his life.
All of their lives, the brother and the sister had been best friends. There had never been any of that sibling rivalry that other brothers and sisters had. They had played together as children and later they had helped each other with their homework. They had been very special to each other because they were twins. John knew that that meant that they had grown in the same womb, that they had been together almost from the very start, although he was actually a born about a month earlier.
They had often joked about that, about Debbie in the womb grabbing him by the hand and saying to him, "Johnny, if I have to go out there, you are coming too."
Those jokes hid the reality that they both knew about. Their parents had told them that, for the first few weeks, they had expected John to die because he was premature and very small even for an eight-month baby.
Debbie mentioned that reality to John that night after he had said that she was special to him, after it was already decided that they were going to fuck each other.
"Johnny," she said softly, not even looking at him as she spoke, "for a long time I have been sorry that I made you come with me when I was born. For a long time, I have been sorry that I almost made you die. I am glad that you didn't die, Johnny. I love you so much."
Of course, it was not really her fault that he had come out of the womb a few minutes after she did. He knew that, even then. It was just biology, just the way that babies were born. But her feeling of sorrow was so sweet that he just had to hug her and they had cried a little bit together because they loved each other so much.
And then they had not even noticed it, really. They had been close and crying and then, it seemed almost by magic, they were naked and fucking on Johnny's bed.
And, even that first time, when they were both so inexperienced, was wonderful for both of them.
John knew that both he and Debbie were older now, that soon they were going to go their separate ways and never fuck each other again, that they would find other people to fuck. But he knew that that first time with his sister would always be the sweetest, best time for him, and he would remember it all his life with a sense of soft, warm passion that was special to him, as special as Debbie was special to him.
All the time that he had been thinking about that first time with his sister, he had been searching for a roadside stop, one of those places by the side of the highway where drivers pull off the road and rest. But John did not have resting in mind.
By then Debbie was sitting very close to him and turning and rubbing her bare tits against his arm as he drove. He would have had trouble controlling the steering wheel of the car if he had not been used to this kind of sexy action from his twin sister.
Finally, he saw one of those stops up ahead, and his heart expanded with joy in his young chest. He was going to stop and give his twin sister a good fucking, a fucking that would introduce them correctly to the state of Missouri.
He pulled over to the roadside park. There was no one else parked there. John glanced out at all the ears that zipped by them on the highway and then he looked at his watch. Debbie saw him do that and she asked him the question.
"Do we have time to really do it good, Johnny?"
"John," he said. "Remember, Debbie. I want to be called John now."
"Okay. John," she said cutely, girlishly. "Do we have time to do it good?"
"We have a little time," her brother said. "It will have to be sort of fast, I guess. But I am sure that we can still do it good, you sexy, little thing."
And then he pulled his twin sister to him and kissed her passionately. She opened her soft mouth to his tongue and let him go into her and she pressed her bare tits against his body.
John moved against his sister and pushed her back on the seat.
Debbie went back willingly with her arms around her twin brother's neck.
They kissed each other with deep and loving passion. Debbie stuck out her tongue and ran it around John's lips slowly, making his whole body twitch with lust for her.
He put his hands on her tits and massaged them for a second. Then he moved his head down and started to suck on her nipple. He sucked for a few seconds and then he licked that pink flesh, as his twin sister ran her soft fingers through his blond hair.
"Oh, Johnny, you are so good," she moaned to him.
Of course, she had called him Johnny again. Not John. But her brother was too busy tonguing and sucking on her nipple to correct her this time.
Then John moved his mouth off her nipple and raised up in the seat. He quickly took off his shirt while Debbie slithered out of her blouse. Then his sister reached out and pulled him down on her again.
She liked that feeling of flesh against flesh, that first feeling. She thought that it was kinky and she remembered that that flesh had been formed in the same womb with her, at the same time. She sighed as she held her brother close to her.
"Oh, John," she moaned, remembering his rule this time, "you are the best fuck that any sister could ever have."
Then she let her brother go and the two of them quickly stripped off their clothes.
They moved quickly in the tight confines of that front seat. They did not even have time to move to the back seat, where many teen-agers fucked. They were in too much of a hurry and their lust for each other added to their hurry and their passion for each other.
When they were naked, Debbie moved on the seat, slithering around again. She put her face in her brother's lap and wrapped her fingers around his stiffening cock.
She lifted the cock up to her mouth and she did what she knew that John liked her to do.
She blew on the pink head of the prick with a soft and sweet, sisterly breathe.
John gasped when he did that and his cock stiffened even more and throbbed in her hand.
His sister was great. She knew him so well. They had been so close for so long that John doubted that he would ever be as close to any other female in his life.
Even if he married a woman and fucked her every night for fifty years, he thought, he would never be as close to that woman as he was to his sister.
And he felt, that close feeling even more when his sister took his prick into her sweet, warm mouth and started to suck on it.
Again, John gasped. And then he sighed out some words to his sweet sister.
"Oh, Debbie, your mouth is wonderful. Suck that cock. Suck your brother's cock."
He liked to remind her at times like this that he was her brother and that she was his sister. It added a special, kinky thrill to the sex, a thrill that neither of them had ever gotten over. They both knew that this was the sweetest kind of forbidden fruit, twin incest, and that is one reason why they loved fucking each other so much.
And John's cock was hard in no time at all, hard from the sucking that his twin sister gave him. Debbie moved off his rod and lay back on the seat and spread her legs and sighed to him with sisterly passion in her voice.
"Oh, fuck me, John," she said. "Fuck me good, dear brother of mine."
She like it too, calling him brother even as they prepared to get on with the fucking, even as he was moving over her and she was lifting her legs.
"Fuck my cunt, my brother," Debbie said, lifting her arms high and touching his face, the face that was so much like her own, she thought.
And John went into her easily. Her cunt had been prepared for his cock by a couple of years of steady fucking.
By then, the twins knew each other so well, knew what pleased each other so well that they could fuck with the ease of a couple that had been married for years.
John worked his cock deep in his sister's pussy and she sighed and put her legs around him and worked away under him, moving with him, catching his rhythm, fucking him with sisterly style.
And they were twins together there in that front seat, while John drove deep into his sister's cunt and thought that she was so sweet, so fresh, so girlish, and yet so mature in her easy, fucking grace too. She tightened her pussy around his cock and moaned to him.
"Oh, that feels good, my brother," she said. "That feels very good. Fuck me harder and deeper, my brother. Fuck me."
And John churned inside of her, churned and fucked with a grace that matched Debbie's. As he came close to his orgasm, he heard her gasping deep in her girlish throat and he knew that she was coming close too, close to orgasm. He started to fuck her more quickly, with more vigor and more manly force. He drove his cock deep in her and then she moaned and cried and sighed and he knew that she was reaching the peak as she moved under him.
"God," she gasped. "Here I come, John. Here I come, Johnny."
And she tensed her body and let out a strangled, little cry, and that made John want to come too. He did what he always did with his sister. Her jerked his cock out of her tight, sweet pussy and he held it over her body and she stroked it with her excited, girlish hand.
And then he came all over her, came in white explosions all over his sister's body.
Afterwards, they lay together in the front seat for awhile and held each other close and kissed each other tenderly. They both knew that a time would come, probably very soon, when they were going to go off in two, different directions, but they both knew that they would remember each other with warm thoughts for the rest of their lives.
Then John moved off his sister and Debbie reached down in the floor-board of the car and got a wet rag that she carried with her in a little jar of water. She cleaned herself and she handed the rag to John and he cleaned his cock.
They dressed quickly. John checked his watch.
If he had figured it correctly, he thought, they would still get to his aunt's house on time.
The brother and the sister sat in the car and the brother turned the key in the ignition. Before he pulled onto the busy Missouri highway, he glanced at his sister and grinned.
She giggled, as she always did after they had fucked.
And then the two of them went on down the road, heading for a new home.
And John started thinking of his sexy aunt again, the woman that he had only seen once that he could remember. She was so beautiful and so curvy, and there was something about her that told John that she could be cruel and kind, cold and hot, that she could be very mystifying for a young man.
And he wondered again if he would get the chance to fuck his Aunt Donna.
He hoped that he would get that chance. He was sure that his aunt would be great in bed, that she would be able to teach him a lot.
And, after all, he had fucked his own sister, his twin sister.
When he thought about that, he glanced at Debbie again.
And he saw that the cute, little blonde was asleep on her side of the seat.
She looked positively angelic that way, her brother and her lover thought.
And then John drove on down the Missouri highway to his new Missouri home.