Sins Of Our Blood--Ch5

My brother slowly pulled his arm away from me, my fingers trailing over his hand and then dropping back into my own lap. His neck bulged outward as he swallowed and then I saw his eyes wander down to my chest where my cleavage was on display. I had to steel myself not to glance down myself. Somehow, I felt certain that the zippers on my shirt had worked their way open as far as they could go. My heart pounded while he took in my feminine body.

Teddy cleared his throat, lifting his eyes back to my face. He looked away when he saw me staring and then started pushing himself to his feet while muttering, "I'm... I think I should go to bed."

My lips pouted on their own accord, and I could do nothing to stop them from doing so. Disappointment rolled through me in waves. It was so unexpected that I nearly gasped at the onslaught. My head turned, following my brother's ass while he walked down the hall toward his bedroom. The sound of his door closing snapped me out of my trance, at least somewhat. And that's when I noticed the urgent tickle between my legs, demanding my attention.

After a quick trip to the bathroom to relieve myself, I grabbed a blanket and laid down on the couch. Then I reached both hands between my legs and masturbated. In my brother's apartment. I did manage to keep my voice down somewhat, but the intensity of my arousal was so strong, I couldn't hold still. My body flailed, nearly dumping me onto the floor. In less than three minutes, one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced came crashing into my cunt. It ripped me apart from the inside. My clitoris felt hot to the touch as it swirled with pleasure. And all the while, through my entire orgasm, my mind threw a flurry of images of my mom and my brother. Every last one of them was erotic.

{{ Theodore.}}

I thought about starting off by just talking about the next morning. But there are a few things that might make more sense if I cover them again, from my point of view. Just this time, anyway. Later chapters will likely be different. My sister and I are writing this as a collaboration. Considering we basically lived it together. Before I jump to the next morning, I'm going to give you some fluff.

For starters, in case it wasn't obvious, this chapter is not written by Maddie. I'm her brother, Theodore. Theo. Well, Teddy to her. (She's pretty much the only person on the planet who calls me that.) Since this story primarily revolves around the two of us, that's the name you're going to see me called the most. But that's ok with me. It's been a term of endearment between us for ages. Just like I call her "Maddie", even though everyone else calls her either Madeline or Adeline.

For the record, my sister is smoking hot. She is also a master at makeup design. Not that she needs any. I have seen her with and without makeup, and she is divine either way. But sometimes, the way she applies it brings emphasis to certain parts of her face that you might have overlooked otherwise. Last night, it was her lips that drew me in. Somehow, they just seemed to call to me, almost like they were begging to be kissed. Despite getting a little touchy-feely with each other, nothing happened, of course. But that doesn't mean I didn't have random thoughts about it all night long.

Maddie has bright blue eyes which I've always loved. It was interesting to me that our eyes are different colors, considering we're twins. But hey, genetics are not always consistent, I guess. As she described in the first chapter, she's got a mix of dark and light blonde hair. And it's that way naturally, which looks quite attractive on her. It's also on the longer side, hanging past her shoulder blades. Her face is full of soft features, rounded cheek bones and a cute little chin. And when she smiles, you kind of have to reassess what she looks like all over again because of the way her entire face lights up. As I said, she is smoking hot.

The outfit my sister was wearing when she hopped into Jamie's car just about made me lose my shit. Her skirt was pretty, but it was her top that my focus went to the most. It was a semi-shirt (I guess they call them "crops") that had two halves, connected in the middle of her chest with a zipper. Above and below the zipper, it was all skin. I could see her perfectly flat stomach (which I secretly admired about her) and even a nice display of cleavage. My sister's tits were perfect on her small frame. I have no idea what "size" they are. But to me, they are just right. Big enough to be nicely on display, but not so big that they overpowered everything else.

Last summer, we went to the beach together. It was all I could do not to spend the entire day gawking at her. She wore a black string bikini, top and bottom. The only word I could think to describe her breasts in that outfit would be "spheres". They were perfectly round, not sagging at all. And they were held apart just far enough to give a pleasant canyon of cleavage in between.

Maddie was also a lot shorter than me. She was close to the same height as our mother. If I had to guess, I would say the two of them are somewhere between 5'2" and 5'4", with my sister being slightly shorter. I was just shy of six feet, myself. I took after my dad in that respect.

Now, a little more about what happened last night. As you read in Maddie's first chapter, we discovered something that rocked our worlds collectively. We found out through dumb luck that our mom is a stripper. Now, don't get me wrong. She's not your run-of-the-mill "pole dancer". In fact, she never once used a pole for her performance. No, quite the contrary.

Our mother gave the most exotic, sensual striptease I had ever seen in my life. Not that I had witnessed all that many. But still. I could imagine. She's what I would refer to as a "classy" dancer. Her performance was incredibly erotic, despite her being my own mother. To the point where instead of being appalled or mortified, I had been enthralled. And, admittedly, quite thoroughly aroused.