Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2007 21:30:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Joseph Hungary <josephshungary@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loving Adam - Chapter 1

Disclaimer -  This is completely fictional. All names and crap of any
similarities are completely coincidental. If you are not of legal age,
please stop reading and go away. If you do not approve of gay/bi sex or
incestuous relationships, you may also leave. Otherwise enjoy.

Before I start the story, I'd like to say that this is my second story
here on Nifty. My first one didn't work out too well. It was based on my
actually experiences, and though I got many positive feedback, I also got
hate mail and apparently no body believed the story I was writing. So I
gave up on that. Here is an attempt to write a FICTIONAL story. But
because I am lazy, I may use some of the same names. It will help me
visualize everything more clearly. Sorry about all this, and thanks.



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Chapter 1:

    We just stared at them as they walked away. Dillon and his friends.
They acted like they could just push people around because they were on
the basketball team and the football team. They acted as if they were so
tough, until somebody else starts pushing them around. That's when they
start getting confused. They never even thought that someone such as
myself and Allysa would do something about it. Me and my best friend were
considered "outcasts" in our middle school. Just because we're not part
of the "popular" crowd. We don't even fit into the other cliques. It's
just, us.

    "I can't believe we have to put up with this for 3 more years." I
said looking over at her as we sat at our table at lunch. It was a little
off into the corner, but it was fine. It was close to the bathrooms and
to the lunch lines. Not that we would ever eat the Caff food.

    "Adam, we're still 6th graders. We have this, and then high school.
You could only imagine how much that's gonna suck." Allysa said. I
nodded.

    "Yeah, but all the parties, drinking, and sex will make up for it."
We laughed.
    "Well, we already do 2 out of 3!" Me and Allysa had been best friends
since 3rd grade when I transferd schools. Before then, I lived with my
dad. We started experimenting with things at a young age. It was halfway
through 5th grade when we started drinking. During the summer before 6th
grade, we picked up smoking. Growing up in a city like ours, you couldn't
expect anything less. Half of the kids were doing. We weren't doing it to
fit in. We were doing it just because.

    "Don't you just love how she ignores us like this?" Allysa asked
looking over at me. Then back to the crowd at the Populars. Somewhere a
little closer to the center of the crowd was a beautiful blond who stood
out. She had sparkling blue eyes and some golden low lights in her hair.
"Just like all the other Populars." she mumbled as she drank her bottle
of half coke half vodka. I shook my head.

    "She's not like all the other dumbasses. Come on now." I said looking
at her.

    "You're just saying that because she's your sister!"

    "SHHH!" I hissed at her. Nobody was supposed to know that we were
twins. Stephanie didn't mind at all. It was me who didn't want people to
know. I didn't want people treating me different. Which they probably
would. I didn't want to be part of her world, which is what they will try
to drag me into if they found out. And if not. If I continued to be the
jerk that I was, they would treat Steph like shit. I couldn't have that
happen. I loved my sister. And the whole point of ignoring us, well
that's her job. Just like it was our job to make fun of them and ignore
them.

    "I'm sorry." Allysa apologized. She still didn't get it. She was
practically at our house every night. And when she wasn't, then I was at
hers. We were always together. So she knew my sister very well. She
couldn't understand that she could be incredibly nice and sweet at home,
but then be so cold at school. Just then, the bell rang.

    "It's cool. Let's go." I said as we stood up to grab our bags. The
one negative thing about our table was that it was really close to the
Popular's tables. We basically sat in the Popular Wing of the cafeteria.
There were a few random tables here and there with non-Pops, but either
than that, it was a big mess of stupid, pretty, rich people. We had to
take a certain route to get around them. Just because the way they talked
was so retarded and plus they walked REALLY slow.

    Today was even more critical. I almost kicked Dillon's ass today
because of all the mad shit he was talking about me and Allysa. Allysa,
and one of Dillon's buddies Chris, had to pull us apart. They didn't want
any of the the administration to see us. Then we'd all get in trouble.

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    "I just don't see why you're friend's with somebody like him." I said
to her when we got home after she confronted me about what happened
between my and Dillon.

    "He's a nice guy, Adam! He really is." she pleaded. "I just don't see
why you guy's CAN'T be friends." she looked at me with her eyes. Those
eyes, I had them. They were so big and blue. The sparkled like stars, and
when they would get watery, they would sparkle more. It was like a
weakness for me. I had to turn away.

    "Yeah, I really don't see that happening any time soon." that's when
the bedroom door swung open. It was Allysa. "Hey Ally" I said calmly. It
was no surprise. We just pop in and out of eachother's houses all the
time. So it was really no big deal. "What's up?" I asked. She just shook
her head.

    "Um, you're mom is drinking again." she said sadly. Our mom was an
alcoholic. She had a drink every night. Usually scotch. Which made it so
easy to get drinks for me and Allysa. I checked my watch, it was almost
8. About time for my mom to stop drinking.

    "Alright, I'll go take care of her. Can you guys make sure Blake's
got everything done? You know, shower, and stuff." I asked them. Blake
was our younger brother. He was only a year younger than us, but we
didn't want him to see his mom like this. The nodded and walked down the
hall to go check on him while I went down the stairs to my mom. When I
got down there, she wasn't there. I coudn't find her. Then I saw the
front door open a little bit. 'Dear God' I thought to myself. What was
she doing outside? Anything could happen to her out there.

    I ran to the door and swung it open. "MOM!" I yelled as I tried to
look for her. She wasn't in the yard. I looked down the street.
"NANNETTE!" Sometimes she responded better when I called her by her name.
That's when I spotted her. She was at the end of the street sitting on a
curb. A glass in one hand and a cigarette in another. I ran down to get
her. "Mom, come on. Let's go back home." She nodded as I helped her up. I
took her glass, which was mostly water now because of the melted ice. She
finished the cigarette (I couldn't take that from her, it'd be fucked
up!) and walked back home. My arm was around her shoulder the whole time
as I helped her inside the house. I walked her to her room where she sat
on the bed. She was so out of it. I could tell all she wanted to do was
sleep.

    "Okay, lift your arms up." I told her. It was like taking care of a
little kid. I had to get her undressed and into comfortable clothes. She
did what I said as she laughed. I just shook my head as I helped take her
shirt off. I threw it over to the laundry basket, then reached over to
unhook her bra. I was so used to this routine by this time. I didn't need
to take care of her everyday, just most of them. And we're all so used to
seeing our mom naked, it doesn't bother us. Our mom used to get undressed
in front of us all the time. Now we're even comfortable seeing eachother
naked. I threw her double D bra into the laundry basket as well. She had
gotten her boobs done a couple of years ago back when she was a cocktail
waitress. Now she's a 21-dealer. Her boobs actually looked really nice.
At first we were mad at her, but now after seeing them at least 3 times a
week they grew on me. (No pun intended) After that, I had her stand up as
I unbuckled her belt, took off her pants and then her panties. Until
before too long, my mother was naked standing in front of me. She really
did look a lot like Stephanie. The both had blond hair. And everyone in
our family had blue eyes.

    I walked over to one of her drawers and pulled it open. I grabbed one
of the panties and threw it at her. "Here, put these on." I told her.
Then to another drewer where I found an old, faded XXL shirt with Tweety
Bird on it. I walked back over to my mom, who now had some underwear on,
and put the old pink shirt on her. "Night, Mom." I said kissing her
goodnight as I tucked her into bed. Then I reached around and turned off
the lamp, doubled check to make sure her alarm will go off the next
morning because we were gonna be in school when she wakes up. And if it
didn't go off, she'd be late.

    I left her room and closed the door behind me. I turned all the
lights off downstairs, then went back up stairs. Stephanie was in the
bathroom, and I heard the shower running. I walked passed the bathroom
and to my room, in which I share with Blake. He was lying in bed watching
TV. Like me, he slept in his boxers.

    "Hey dude, where's Ally?" I asked him.

    "Um, she went home. Homework's on the table." he said pointing at the
desk. Allysa was really smart, so I copied all my homework from her. Then
give it back in the morning before school. All the homework but math.
That was the actual only good class I was good at. As I set down at the
desk to begin copying, I noticed that she had already taken the math
homework. Which was fine with me.

    When I finished my homework, Steph had already gotten out of the
shower. I started stripping off my clothes and threw them aside. Blake
didn't care. He had seen me naked before countless times. I walked down
the hall and into the bathroom to take a shower. When I was finished, I
brushed me teeth and started getting ready for bed. I dried myself and
walked out of the bathroom to bedroom to get some underwear. Blake was
already sleeping by now. I looked over at him and felt bad. He had to
grow up with the same mother I did. I couldn't imagine what he thought
about her. It was easier for me and Steph because we were older, but we
weren't sure about Blake.

    After I had put my boxers on, I went down the hall to say goodnight
to Steph. I opend her door to see her sitting at her desk with the
computer on watching gay porn. She sat comfortably back in her chair with
her legs propped up on the desk. She was pushing a dildo in and out of
herself as she watched the two guys suck eachother on the screen. I
leaned against the door frame, watching her. Not making a sound as I
listened to her light moans. I also glanced up at the monitor from time
to time. Slowly I started to get hard. At the time, my dick was almost
5".

    I had started masturbating about a year before then in 5th grade. I
don't know when Stephanie started. But I caught her doing it one night.
It's like a nightly ritual for her. She had stolen our mom's dildo.
(Well, one of them anyway) And that is what she used to pleasure herself.

    I must've made a noise or a movement or something, because she
quickly jerked her head around and looked at me. "DAMMIT ADAM!" she said
loudly when she realized it was me. That's when I walked inside and
closed the door. Didn't want Blake to wake up and walk in on us. "You
scared the shit out of me!" she said horsely. I laughed a little bit.

    "I'm sorry!" I said quietly. "What are you watching?" I asked as my
hands reached down into my boxers to play with my stiffened dick.

    "Um, something about a gardener. I don't know." she said looking back
up at the screen, then over at me. "Here, sit down." She said noticing my
dick through my boxers. She stood up and gave me her chair as she crossed
the room and layed down on her bed. I sat down as I watched the porn on
the screen. I pulled my boxers down to my ankles and threw them aside.
"Well move!" she said. Apparently I was blocking the screen.

    "Sorry." I laughed. See, I always knew that I was bi. Steph knew
that. She really didn't mind, because it meant we could watch gay porn
together. I leaned back in the chair as I started to message my dick.
After a few minutes of beating my dick and watching the porn, I heard
Stephanie's moan's again. Usually I try to not take interests in them,
but really I loved it when she moaned. It turned me on more. I looked
back behind at the bed and realized she was looking at me. What the hell?
She tricked me. She got me sitting in the perfect spot, where she could
watch me get off and pretend she was watching the porn. Either that, or
she really was watching the porn, but watching me at the same time.

    That's when I got up off of the chair and walked over to the bed.
Stephanie looked at me weird and raised an eyebrow. I layed down next to
her hips, and reached up taking the dildo from her hand. I slowly started
pushing in and out. Stephanie didn't ask questions. She just closed her
eyes and leaned back down. I smiled a little as I continued to push the
dildo back in forth. After a few minutes of doing this and listening to
Steph's moans, it got me harder. I reached down and started pulling on my
own dick.

    Then I pulled the dildo completely out. Steph's head went up and her
eyes opened. She looked at me puzzlingly. I smirked at her as I brought
the dildo to my mouth and sucked it dry. Until I couldn't taste anything
but the latex of the dildo. This made Steph get shivers and I laughed
again. I pushed the faux-cock back inside of her. Now I started pushing
faster. I went faster by each minute. Steph's moans getting loader. I had
to tell her to quiet down a little. Otherwise Blake would here her.

    I sat up and layed down so that my head was leaning on chest. I
started kissing her shoulders, rubbing them gently with my tongue as I
countinued to quickly push the dildo in and out of her. The next thing I
know, her hand is down at my cock, and she was beating it fast. I looked
up at her and noticed that her eyes were open. They were locked onto me.
We didn't take our eyes off of eachother. Then I felt her hands let go of
my cock, and I felt it throubbing. Her fingers went up to her mouth as
she licked off the slick pre cum from dick. Which made me even harder. We
continued to masturbate eachother and a few minutes went by when I just
couldn't hold it anymore. "I have to cum. I have to cum." I told her.

    "Do it. Cum on me." She said. Our eye never left. I finally gave in.
"AHHhhh." I yelled out. I realized that I was yelling so I had to bite
down on my bottom lip. I finally hit my orgasim, and my hot cum came
bursting out. Steph's hand gesture slowed down as my cum hit her side.
The instant my cum hit her, she made a yelp. Her head swung back. I
guessed that she too had reached her orgasm, but I didnt slow the dildo.
Finally my shots subsided and Steph must've felt the throbbing cock
slowly start to swell down. Once she let go of my dick, I stopped the
movement of the dildo and pulled it out. It was covered! It was so wet
and sticky I had to laugh.

    "Ha, now you gotta clean it up." I said to her jokingly. She opened
her eyes and gave me a 'whatever. shut up.' look. Then broke into a
smile. She reached over to the nightstand next to her and pulled out a
box of disinfecting wipes. She pulled one out and started wiping off the
mess on her side. But her dildo was too messy for a wipe. So she had to
get up and walk to the bathroom to clean it off. While she was in the
bathroom, I pulled on my boxers. I headed towards the bedroom and past
her as I did. "Night." I said wrapping an arm around her and kissing the
top of her head.

    "Later, Loser." we both laughed as she headed back to her room. I
opened the door to my bedroom. Then I realized, I didn't close the door
when I walked to Steph's room. Which means Blake had to have woken up and
closed it. My heart jumped a little. What if he saw us. I decided not to
be so paranoid. Maybe I did close it and just forgot.

    I walked over to my bed in the dark. That's when I stepped on
something wet. "What the hell?" I whispered. I looked down. It was one of
Blake's underwear. I got down on my knees to pick it up. It definatly was
his boxers, and there was a large what spot on it. When I brought it
closer to my nose to smell it, I was right. It was cum. Blake's cum.
Which means he was awoke. I turned around to look at Blake. Through the
moonlight, it looked like he was sleeping. But he could've been faking
it. I reached down and grabbed the covers and pulled it aside. Blake was
completely naked. The boxers he was wearing before I left were now in my
hands and was full of his cum. I looked down at him puzzlingly. He
finally sighed and opened his eyes to look up at me.

    "Fine, you caught me." he said sadly.


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Okay, this is only the first in a series. Like a Pilot. If I get enough
positive emails then I'll continue on with this series. And believe me,
there are plenty more than just Adam and Stephanie. We still have Blake,
Nannette, and those are only the characters you've met so far. I plan on
this series to continue into high school and possibly afterwards. So not
all chapters will be incestuous. but there will be sex in all of them. so
please email if you want more.

and tell me how i did. like constructive critisizm. let me know what i
need to improve on. Thanks.