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 Story by Lolileah (bg, inc, anal, oral, 1st, preg?)

   I have always loved my brother.  Maybe it's because of some kind of
connection that twins share (mom & dad, grandma & grandpa), it's not
important to my story.

   Looking down into the toilet, I fearfully look at the stick in my hand.
Perhaps fearful isn't quite right, hopeful is more like it.  I can hear the
strains of "Pomp and Circumstance" coming downstairs into the bathroom and
am glad my name and marching order gives me some time.  Turn one color or
another dammit!  People are waiting.

   As if by an inaudible command I sent, the stick changes color and I
burst into tears.  It will probably smear my mascara but I don't care
anymore.  I clean up and march down the aisle, head held up high like a
queen.  It's not every day a girl graduates from high school.

   As my brother and I pass our parents, I flash mom and dad a smile that
at least mom understands.  Dad is probably happy my brother and I will soon
stop being a financial burden on him.  We've reached the age of majority so
his obligation is done.  It's been a long road but my brother and I have at
last reached one of life's milestones.

   You can't blame a girl who peed on a stick for ignoring her high school
commencement speech.  Plenty of girls with much less to think about do,
girls who probably slept their way through school and threw themselves at
anyone who handed out grades.  Most people of either sex don't remember the
speeches at their graduation so why should I feel bad because I don't?

   It all started on a camping trip when I was 9.  My brother and I hadn't
really even left the property but the wooded part was far enough away that
it felt like we had.  Mom and dad hadn't really made a fuss since we
weren't really leaving.  If they wanted us, they knew where we were.

   "Sis, there's something I've wanted to show-and-tell you for a while now
and I couldn't around mom and dad.  For as long as I can remember I've
loved you.  I don't understand the how or why but I do.  It might be
selfish but I want all of you.  I want to marry you." Hopefully he'd come
to his senses.  We were only 9, FFS.  There was no sense in giving him a
big head by saying that the feeling was mutual.

   If I thought that my less-than-enthusiastic return of his feelings was
going to discourage him, I was sadly mistaken.  The next thing I knew, his
lips were on mine.  He had just stolen my first kiss!  I obviously had no
experience but for a guy of his age, he was a really good kisser.  His kiss
had me melting into his arms and returning it without restraint or even
hesitation.  Damn I felt like a slut!  Mom would be ashamed to call me her
daughter so it was fortunate that she wasn't watching.

   It's not like I'd feel after puberty but there was a definite tingle
between my thighs that I'd never experienced before.  Without even
conscious control, my legs weren't clenched tightly shut like mom said that
a good girl always should.  We never stopped kissing but apparently he'd
noticed as his hand was squeezing my knee in a silent question: is it okay
to touch you?  I didn't shake my head and so the warm touch of his hand
migrated closer to my privates.

   When he finally got there and his fingers touched my aching pussy, I
couldn't help breaking the kiss and letting out a whorish moan.  Slut! 
9-years-old and already I was such a whore.

   Things were not to get any better for me that night.  Mom had, in her
infinite mommy wisdom, only packed one sleeping bag.  Of course, like a
gentleman, he said I could have it.  Emboldened by his kiss, I said we
could share since surely we weren't that big.  He compromised by saying
that we could unzip the whole thing and use it as a blanket over us both.
We didn't have to be all up in each other's faces that way.  We also
wouldn't get all tangled if one of us rolled at night.

   While his fingers had stirred up a debate in my head, I had to admit
this plan wasn't that terrible.  I said that's what we'd do and so that's
how we slept.  Well it's how we slept eventually anyway.  My brother had
other plans.

   As it turns out, my brother was the more commanding of the two of us and
I like to submit to these orders.  When he told me to shed my clothes under
the cover of the sleeping bag, I was a bit untrusting at first but my love
for him eventually wore through the reluctance.

   "Stop!  What are you doing?  That's dirty.  Pee comes from there." He
had put his mouth down there and even more his tongue.  I suppose I
shouldn't have said anything because it was awesome.

   'Shut up, sis!  I'm the man and you do what I say.  Besides, I caught
daddy doing this to mommy and she loved it so I thought that I should try
it to show that I really do love you.  Besides, you washed before we left
so you're far from dirty.'

   "Fine.  Keep going then.  Whatever happens is on you." It's not like I
really wanted him to stop anyway.  If there was a hell and I was going to
go there, if he was my escort then I didn't care.  He would just have to
deal with my taste.

   'I'm a man so that was my responsibility anyway." With no hesitation at
all, he buried his tongue in my folds.  It wasn't meant to make me cream,
just to be a middle finger to any talk of being disgusting.  Nevertheless,
it still made me quiver.

   I really don't remember much after I pulled his head against my crotch
the first time.  I later learned that was an orgasm and not just one
either. When he was done, we kissed again and I had to admit that I tasted
pretty good.  If we'd had a sister, I probably would do this to her as
well. Now completely drained, I fell asleep with him at my back.  It felt
nice like he was protecting me.  (He was and he would always have my back.)

   The next day, I wanted to return the favor but he was having none of
that.  Even though I later became quite good at sucking cock, it was never
really his thing.  His loss, my gain.

   When it came time to pack up the tent, I almost showed weakness by
crying.  I would gladly have moved out here with him to live out the rest
of our lives and I felt like maybe he felt the same way.  With a heavy
heart, I reached for and took his hand and we marched out of Paradise and
back into the world where school was.

   Mom and dad welcomed us home with open arms.  I later learned the
private time we two shared hadn't been as private as we'd thought.  Didn't
matter in the moments we shared, those very intimate moments when my guard
was as low as my pants.  Fast forward a few years to our 11th birthday. 
Lucky me, I'd started bleeding monthly.  Small consolation but he hadn't
been spared the ravages of puberty.  If anything, now we wanted each other
even more than we ever had before.  It was time to bring out the tent
again.

   My brother and I had no sooner closed the tent behind us than I was in
his arms kissing him.  His hands were in my panties and I was panting from
lust already.  I really was a slut, OMG!  I wouldn't have it any other way
though and I saw no complaints coming from him either.

   My lover pushed me backwards onto the bed I had tripped over.  My legs
parted like the Red Sea for him without the fish smell.  I wanted him to
make love to me the way he had years ago, make me a woman and his lover for
serious.  It didn't matter all those scare stories I had heard.  It never
does when a girl decides who she wants to pop her cherry.

   In case it's not yet well-established yet, I love my brother and I can
understand the love that Jamie and Cersei Lannister had for each other in
the 'Song of Ice & Fire' series now.  Just when I think it can't get any
better or that I can't love him even more, he surprises me.

   Getting down on one knee he says that he loves me more than anything,
even more than his favorite flavor of ice cream: pistachio.  He says that
he wants to marry me, even if it's not legal for several reasons.  He gives
me a temporary 'promise ring'.  It makes me feel like a bitch when I tell
him 'no'.  I have my reasons but I feel like one anyway.

   "If I marry you, you can't legally rape me anymore which I've fantasized
about since we were both 9.  I suppose that you could exert your husband's
prerogative if I did or didn't want to give you my virginity on our wedding
night.  It wouldn't be the same though.  Besides, if I enjoy myself while
you're raping me, it's not my fault so I'm still a good girl.  You gave me
no choice."

   My brother just shook his head like he couldn't believe what a slut his
twin sister was.  It's not like the ring was more than an engagement ring
so I was being stupid.  Nevertheless, his hand clamped over my mouth so
that screaming was useless.  My uniform skirt had flopped up when I had
fallen backwards and my lack of resistance was made obvious since I had no
underwear on.  His other hand pulled down his sweat pants, ripped open my
shirt and pinned my hands to the bed faster than one would think possible.
I was at his mercy and I could already feel moisture between my thighs.

   'God sis, is it even possible to rape a slut like you?  You just make it
so damn easy to have my way with you.'

   I looked down as his cock stirred into life and started to cry for
effect.  He wasn't all that long but he was rather thick.  He was going to
break me with that thing!

   'Really sis, you're going to cry crocodile tears?  Sluts don't cry about
getting fucked.'

   He put the head of his penis up to my hymen and with a shove I wasn't a
maiden anymore.  Real tears sprang to my eyes as pain shot through my
pussy. I felt full and stretched with his big cock inside me.

   He never let me catch my breath or let me decide when I was ready to be
fucked.  He just kept jack hammering my poor pussy so hard I was moving up
the bed.  It hurt but it hurt so good.  Hell, after a while, I was making
lewd sounds down there and I was back to the crocodile tears to hide that
fact.  He just mumbled something about my slutty pussy being so wet and
amazing.  Nice to be appreciated.

   My sweet brother 'raped' me for hours until his seed dripped from my
slut pussy down to my ass.  Just when I thought he had nothing left, he
flipped me onto my stomach and fucked my virgin asshole.  Two virgin holes
in one night?  He was a lucky bastard, I not so much.  The tears, sobs and
pleas to stop were real since the only lube he provided was the cum from
the other hole.

   I put the ring on my finger after he pulled out of me for the final time
at last.  I couldn't do my duty of getting pregnant quite yet and certainly
not if he forced anal sex.  If I could do my due diligence as a wife, do
what only a woman can and provide an heir, I'd be sublimely happy.

   He crawled into bed behind me, spooning me with all the love I knew he
felt for me.  He told me unnecessarily that he loved me.  I already knew.
His fingers, naughty fingers!, pushed his seed deeper into me towards an
egg that wasn't even there.  After yet another mind-blowing orgasm, I
turned around and like a good slut cleaned my innocence off his prick.

   We fell asleep in each other's arms, my disappointing breasts sandwiched
between us.  I hoped they would grow more like mom's (they did).  He had my
left earlobe between his teeth and his claim on me (a hickey) on my neck.
My first true incestuous night was behind me and I hoped for many more.

   Back to the present now.  My lover is seated beside me.  After years of
trying (so much trying!) I take his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze,
turn to him and smile as I mouth the words he's longed to hear and I've
longed still more to tell him: "I'm pregnant."