The Lovers /Adult Twins

The Lovers /Adult TwinsThe Lovers. Bronte Chapter OneI am a twin. I am the girl of us. The woman now, I suppose. We are Bronte and Brevet. That’s the kind of shit one gets when your parents are a full bird colonel in the Marines and an English Lit professor for a mother. How many assholes on this earth have made their play for my pussy opening with: “Wow, what a cool name. Is that French or something.” Any simpleton who doesn’t at least know Charlotte Bronte for an author is automatically put in my “totally non-Fuckable category” I have a running list. The Highly Fuckable and Maybe Fuckable is a complex mix of personality, and that sexy pheromone thing that can not be described. I don’t have a type. I like to smell and touch, and feel flesh on flesh, I like the feel of a man pulling my dark silky hair while I am on my knees. You are something special if I have taken you into my mouth. If I let you come into my mouth, let you come inside of my body. I must like the feel of it inside my pussy. I will know already if a man is going to fuck me right. It’s how a man kisses me the very first time. Don’t kiss me sweet. Lick me and love me inside my mouth, make love to my tongue. Do that. Do it again. The first one to teach me will always be the standard by which all others are measured. I was a girl when my brother made me. Like an otherworldly creature he made me girl to woman in the dark, wetness of one night. Our sex and our sin between us like his cum and cock still sticky on my belly. How many times after that did we lay together? Lay in guilt, in defiance, lay in the sweat and musky scent of our sex, just finished; his cum still dripping from me, pulling out slick from me, me still all over him. We lay in love. Always in love. My brother. Brother Mine. Mine. Switch the English syntax to “mine”. The possessive of the pronoun. The possessive. And we are that. We possess. Mine. Our blood is the same. Is it so much a sin that blood calls to blood in this jagged fucked up way? We speak to each other the way most twins do: secret words and silent says. We know each other almost as little a****ls do: by scent. Yes, this one is part of me. We are a mated pair. Sharing a womb is a precious and intimate thing. As babies did we touch and stretch hand to hand inside our one amniotic sac? Yes, I said one. It is so rare that it is considered a gestational mutation. Male and female twins are said to never share one amniotic sac but we did. Usually, one twin will vanish. Vanishing twin Syndrome. Literally, one fetus is absorbed by the other and is a chimera twin. A nearly carnivorous idea. Such appetite as we might have had for the other we saved for an adult thing. I would not take him into my own body until we were nearly adults. I do now and have always believed Brevet and I are one soul. One caul split into two strong winding ropes to feed two babies. Brevet is a solider’s rank. A warrior who has proven himself in war is promoted on the blood field by his officer. The rank is given as an honor but there are no extra compensations to go along with it. He named him that because he saved my life as a neonate. I came screaming bahis firmaları into the world, and would not settle, would not suckle. One of the nurses had the idea to put us both in the same incubator. We turned our little bodies to hold close one another. With my brothers comforting touch, I soothed immediately. When did our sex and sin of love begin? We were in South Carolina at the beach for Spring Break. We spent that week close together I our own room. Always circling one another’s orbit, ignoring our companions in favor of one another. Alone in that room we were always damp from the ocean. Half- naked in bikinis and swimming trunks. We showered together, pretending innocence, pretending we were merely in a hurry to go out for dinner at a beachside restaurant. We had felt it coming all day, the rising tide of my mood. The crazy side of my bipolar was coming on and we both knew it. My brother took me back to our room early. To soothe me and the crazy coursing through my mind and body, he laid me on the bed running his hands over my entire body. It always worked to relax my muscles and mind. He massaged my hands and neck, my toes. Carefully, he did not touch my clit or my breast. Nothing so blatant. Not yet at least. I was facedown beneath him, he turned me around to face him, not gently. I felt his cock hard on my stomach. He did too. He took my face in his hands and moved his thumb over my mouth, past my lips, into the slippery darkness of my mouth, gently this. With this he was gentle. Neither of us looked away. “You are such a beautiful woman,” he said. “You have the most perfect mouth.”I was wild with the mania of my bipolar that evening and sometime in the night I dared Brevet to jump the hotel balcony into the pool below. When he said, “absolutely fucking no” to me, I smiled and ran to the beach to swim in the dangerous hightide in full dark. Brevet had always been my protector, my “ street wise Hercules to fight the rising odds” for me. And the odds rose in a screaming tide against me. He made me forget that screaming in my ear. That chaos in my head. A swirling madness that I fought off my entire life. He always protected me from myself. This night no different in that. Though, for the second time that evening I would let him in my mouth. He was after me in a flash. Seriously pissed off. He grabbed me by the waist causing me to fall in the surf. Instantly repentant. Touching me everywhere, checking me for damage. “ Did I hurt you, Did I hurt you? Fuck, Bronte I didn’t mean to hurt you” Braless, barefoot and in my panties, my brother held me close, took my face again and kissed me, easy at first, restless and tender in my mouth, then hard. Then his fingers in my clit , plunging again and again. “ Don’t stop”, I said quietly. He put his forehead to mine and said, “ It’s almost dawn, lets look for sea glass.” The beach was awash with sea glass that morning. We found 15-10 pieces each, several of the rare purple and which we loved. I thought perhaps he didn’t keep his findings from that morning. I never saw them. I kept mine precious and close. He quickened me from girl to woman. A woman kaçak iddaa who would let him be the first man to fuck me into oblivion under a night sky. He was always the man in my life. Is it any wonder we fell in love. One year later, we were celebrating our birthday at a house party. drunk and dirty dancing to the music of our senior year. We danced our hearts out, cried laughing with joy anticipating this last summer before we went to WVU in Morgantown. Did people know? Was there a jealous girl somewhere who saw my brothers eyes sweep my body ? See there a flash of lust. No surely not. We were known to be unusually close. Even among the especially vicious gossip of teenagers, i****t was simply to outrageous to imply. We were drunk, lost in each other, forgetting to pretend for our audience. Flesh and flesh, his hard dick against my stomach, he nuzzled into my neck, a love lost in my scent. My clean sweat. Pulling my hair. I stumbled on my unsteady legs, exhausted from alcohol and dancing. Brevet caught me and I saw that thing in his eyes. A flash as he let his guard down, then hooded again.“lets go home Bron…” , he said. Looking at me. Eyes locked together. Blue into blue. Lost again as though in our watery womb. “No. We are too drunk to drive.” “ Let’s walk then” “Sister Mine” ( our pet love name for one another) Sister Mine, lets just walk. Take the short cut through Lake Chaweva. That was it. Our die cast.We left alone, said no goodbyes. He guided me out like a girlfriend, a lover. Behind me belly to back. His dick hard again, pressed into the small of my back. When did the rain start to fall. When did he reach from behind me and take my breast into his hands. Whisper close into my ear, you are beautiful Sister Mine and you are mine. Hands in my hair, into the cleft of my pussy. A kiss into my ear. A shiver of passion to come.He helped me up the embankment and down into the creek that feed the Lake. We waded. Water to his knees. Water to my breasts Take it off he said. I knew what he meant. My shirt over my head, my bra actually thrown into the grass by the creek. Hands in my hair again. Pushing me, gentle, so gentle to my knees. His cock in my mouth, full to my throat. The silt of the creek bed soft as silk. I had not had boys this way before. None had proved worthy to have my virginity. Or maybe I knew my virginity, my pussy was his alone. Wet to dripping only for him. He had had many girls, and women as well. He never could keep his dick in his pants. It turned me on. It excited me. They were fuck for fun. Brother Mine. Brother Mine. I own you, I thought as he came into my mouth and I swallowed him down and down. Brevet kissed me hard, the taste of him on me and into his mouth. His semen still on my tongue, now on his tongue. There were no words. Only the silent knowing of twins in one soul. When we reached the lake he stripped. And we jumped naked into the rising water. The rain rising on the banks. We knew where we were going, the floating dock. The wood was hot on my back from the days beating sun earlier. And rough. My brother spread my legs rough, not cruelly only excited, wanting me and kaçak bahis wanting me now. We did not fuck. We did not make love, we simply had each other in every way a man and a woman can have one another. The sin of i****t between us. His tongue deep, deep and deeper into my pussy, not a man setting to work. A lover making love to my pussy until I screamed, dripping and soaked there, for him to please, please be inside me. He pushed inside me hard. He knew I had never had a man. Straight into my eyes he looked. Soft with compassion, with passion. The kindness and man in him giving me our soul. Once twice, three times, forever, he pushed his dick into me, harder and harder but slow as not to hurt me. Careful on his arms so as to not crush me. But I wanted his weight on me, I wanted to be belly to belly, mouth to mouth. He lowered himself to me, His knees and hand bloody from scr****g on from the dock. Blood on my face as he took my face into his hands. Harder, Brevet. Harder. I can take whatever you give me. Fuck me. My hair long and wet spread around me, like a crown for a queen. A whore. A courtesan. Rain fell into my eyes. My fingers found his anus. I softly touched and moved my fingers inside him in that way. He returned my favor in kind. He came hard then. I screamed, not the fake scream or orgasm or pain. I screamed in peace. The crazy in my mind quiet, if only for a moment. Brevet, stayed inside me, not pulling out, he came inside me. The act of completion. His forehead on mine, nose to nose in a silky eskimo kiss, lips finding lips again. It was his tears that fell into my eyes this time. Tears of his peace. The smell of Lake water, my soaking wetness till between us, his cum dripping from me, the blood on my face dry now, but still with the taste of salt and iron. All that summer we had each other. Everywhere we could. Any risk we could take, we would take it. In any way we could imagine. His cock found out my secret places and I had to bite back my moans of pleasure lest we be discovered. He loved to lick my pussy, until I nearly cried for want of his cock to be inside me. He wouldn’t let me have it though, not until he was ready to give it to me.Once he was licking my pussy, my legs over his shoulders. He came up to kiss me, the taste of myself sharp in my own mouth. That’s when I knew something was different this time. He slipped a piece of purple sea glass into my moth and we kissed it back and forth between us. He took it back into his mouth then, returned to my pussy and put it there, finding it again with his fingers, gave me his cock and held the glass in his hand while he fucked me soft and hard, soft again, gently. Endlessly. We were leaving for school the next week. Something had to give. It was only me who went to WVU that Fall. Only me. At the last minute Brevet went to University of Virginia. We knew it had to end or we would kill our soul with the enormity of the taboo between us. It was him alone, though who made the decision. He left me. Scinditur mei is Latin for Split My Heart. That is what he did, he split my heart. Ten years later I stood smiling in front of his sweet, oblivious bride, my hand at my throat covering the gift Brevet gave me the night before. The piece of purple sea glass made into a necklace of worked strands of sterling. Brother Mine. I am yours. It is we who are The Lovers.