It's midday and I'm sitting in my office, mindlessly tapping at the keyboard. I'm twenty-seven, but I joined a start-up at the right time after graduating college and it paid off with some very early promotions. It's a nice office, all things considered. At the very end of the hallway that hosts the rest of the company, with large windows overlooking all of London. When the door is shut, I have complete and utter privacy, which is the only way I can ever get work done.
I haven't been able to do any work at all today. My mind is preoccupied. Last night, there was a work party, and it was a normal party, as all things go. My team got utterly hammered, and I pushed them all into taxis with a sigh, my twin brother Cameron the only one around to help me. This wasn't out of the ordinary, the two of us were the only ones who didn't use these dinners as an opportunity to drink ourselves to death.
Cameron and I were close, we always had been. We grew up in New York, with two lawyer parents who had little time for each other and even less time for us. For as along as I can remember, it's been the two of us against the world. I was the headstrong, determined kid always running into trouble and Cameron was my calm protector, always there to save me when I needed him. In elementary school yard scuffles (I was a real fighter as a kid, for whatever reason). In middle school, when I had dyed hair and no friends, and Cameron was on the football team and popular, he'd still come hang with me instead of his teammates. In high school, when I decided to lock in and study hard to get away from New York, he studied right hard with me, so we could be together at college too.
It was around that time when I started noticing how attractive he was. Which is such a weird thought to have about your twin brother. So even though we were going to the same university, I told him we had to start living apart. The reason I gave him was independence, or some spiel about finding myself, and he had listened and understood. The real reason, of course, was so that I could get all those wrong thoughts about him out of my system. And it really did help.
We still hung out at college and somehow, we both ended up in the same company, albeit completely different departments. Cameron doesn't come to my team dinners but he's always around to fend my team afterwards. It's like he has a sixth sense when it comes to me.
"Thanks, Cameron," I'd said, squeezing his hand. "Don't think I'd be able to handle those idiots without you."
Cameron had grinned at me. He had such a pretty smile, it lit up the rest of his boyish features. In the moonlight, he looked especially beautiful, his blond hair coming undone from his typical slicked-back style, his green eyes softly glittering. Not that I lingered on that. As I said, I'd stopped thinking inappropriate thoughts about my brother, and the ones that unexpectedly snuck up on me like this did not count. "I'd do anything for you, sis."
I rolled my eyes. He had a habit of saying heartwarming things like this unexpectedly. They had no reason to make my heart race. He was just being nice, after all. A kind brother. "Join us next time, okay?"
"I sat for a bit. Had a few sips."
"I mean, let loose, have fun. Drink your heart out."
"I have plenty of fun sober with you."
"Really, Cameron? You're not holding yourself back with the flattery at all today, huh?"
His eyes had darkened. "You have no idea, huh?"
I should have left it at that. But I found myself asking, "No idea about what?"
His gaze travelled from my green eyes to my red-painted lips, to the dip in my neckline that showed more cleavage than normal, to the black dress that hugged my hips, to my scarlet heels. Then all the way back up. "I'm always holding back."
I'd stared at him, wide-eyed. I should have stepped away, but I didn't, not even when he stepped forward. Not even when his hand came to touch my cheek. Not even when he bent down, pressing a perfectly chaste kiss to my lips, and pulling away to see my reaction. Not even when he kissed me again, harder this time, as if trying to distill all his passion into one kiss.
I should have pulled away. I should have said no.
But I just kissed him back.
I kissed him and kissed him, until my mouth was sore and my tongue was swollen. I kissed him so hard he moaned into my mouth and I just wanted to make him moan from other ways.
That's when I realized how far I'd gone. That's when I pulled back, mumbled some excuse, and ran off.
And now I'm sitting in my office and I haven't been able to do a single piece of work all day because all I can think about is my twin brother and his beautiful, wet lips.
Maybe the event yesterday gave you the wrong impression. But apart from his compliments, my brother has never once given me the impression that he was into me. He's always been such a perfect gentleman. Sure, he was never interested in other girls, but I was also never interested in other boys. I always thought it was a twin thing, not a--Not an incest thing.
But that's the thing. Thinking about kissing my twin brother doesn't revolt me, and I've been thinking about it plenty. Quite the contrary. My body is trembling thinking about it. My pussy has been on fire all day and I've been afraid to move from this spot, worried I'll find a wet patch behind me.
Fuck. This is bad. Ignore him, Sophie. Concentrate on work.
It's no use.
Just when my hands are sneaking downwards, contemplating relieving myself, there is a knock on my door, with three light taps, followed by a harder one, in a rhythm that can only signal Cameron. I ignore it. I ignore the door handle twist and I ignore the person who steps through the door and I ignore the way he shuts the door behind him.
I ignore all of it. I ignore it, I ignore it, I ignore it.
Don't think about him. Don't even look at him.
He's sitting right in front of me. He's saying something. But I can't hear. I can't look. If I do, I will lose all my self-control, I know it.
"Sophie?" He touches my arm and I practically jump away from him. He frowns at me. "Sophie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." I glance down at my wrist, where my watch usually is, but in a daze this morning, I left it at home. "I guess it's time for lunch."
I make an attempt to move past him but Cameron tugs my arm and pulls me back and suddenly I'm stumbling onto his lap. My eyes widen as I look at him, at his shimmering green eyes, blinking so very slowly up at me. I expect him to push me away but his hands lock around the small of my back and he pushes me closer to him.
"Are you mad at me?" he whispers, his lips inches from my own. "Don't be mad, Soph."
"I'm not mad," I mumble. My cheeks are flaming. "We're at the office. Anyone could come in."
"You haven't looked at me all day," he says. "Not even a tiny glance."
"I've been in my office--"
"You ignored my texts. My team messages. You didn't say good morning and you always say good morning."
"Well, that's because--" I swallow. "Because I can't stop thinking about it."
"About what?" He pulls me closer, his lips brushing mine. "About this?"
It's just a light brush, his lips on mine, but it sends tingles down my spine. I can't even lie. My eyes have dropped from his eyes to his mouth and my tongue is wetting my lips, practically salivating to taste him. What the hell is wrong with me? I used to be rational. Clear-headed. I would never even dream about doing this in the office. Yet now--All I can think about is kissing my brother so hard it wipes that knowing grin off his face.
"You wish," I mutter, and move quickly to get off him, reeling back my heart and this throbbing desire that has taken control of my legs. But I forgot that his arms were around me and in an attempt to get off, I'm falling backwards to the ground, and pulling him down with me. He moves his hand to cup my head as we tumble to the floor, holding it protectively against his chest, and his other hand comes to brace us next to us.
Now I'm looking up at him. And it's not helping this desire at all.
"I see," he muses. "You prefer when I'm on top?"
I flush, and he giggles, setting me down gently. His nose brushes mine. "At least you're looking at me now."
Fuck, Cameron. He's dropped his voice low and it's doing something to my body, making me squirm beneath him.
I swear he's going to kiss me again but then he moves away and I panic, reaching up to grab his tie. "Don't go."
"No?"
This is a terrible idea. But his body is so warm. And I've been craving it all day that now that he's right here, I can't let him leave. "No. Stay with me."
"Stay on top of you? On the floor? In your office?"
I nod. I can't think of anything better. "If you're worried you're too heavy, I can handle it, bro."
His chest vibrates with a silent laughter and he bends down to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He sighs in contentment and then I nudge him, wanting more, and he breaks off the kiss with a shake of his head. "You're insatiable, aren't you?"
He has no idea. I move my hips against his, feeling how hard he is above me, and he gasps in shock. "Sophie. I don't think you should do that."
"Scared?"
I roll my hips again and he moans in my mouth, his cheeks suddenly flushing, and his cock twitches below me.
"We're in your office," he reminds me, as if it pains him to consider it, and makes another move to get off me.
But I'm not letting him get away so easily. I grab his shoulders and push him down the other way, until he's lying on his back and it's me hovering above him. He stares up at me, wide-eyed, and my hands skim down his arms until I'm grabbing his wrists and pinning them over his head.
I'm straddling his crotch, my skirt gathering around me. His hardness is pressing right against my core, with only my underwear and the fabric of his pants between us.
"I think I like this more, actually," I say. "You look so pretty beneath me. You look like you really want me to..."
I grind down on him. He moans again, whimpering below me. "Sophie, this isn't fair."
I grin wickedly. "You started it, Cameron."
"You're using my weakness against me."
"Your weakness?"
"You."
I want to know when this weakness started. I want to know how long he's wanted me, and why it only took a kiss for me to crave him like I do.
But I can't think about any of that right now. All I can think about is my pussy on top of his cock. "Do you want me, Cameron?"
"I--Fuck, at least kiss me if you're going to pin my hands like this--"
I obey, and he melts into me, his tongue desperate and eager in my mouth, letting me grind against his hips until he's harder and harder and--
"Sophie," he groans as I pepper kisses along his jaw. "Sis, please."
"Please what?"
"Let me--please, I want to--"
"You want to fuck me?"
His cock twitches below me and he's nodding, so tense underneath me, as if he's having to concentrate on not exploding in his pants just from having his sister on top of him.
"Oh, big brother, you look so cute right now."
He thrusts upwards, struggling against me. I've never called him big brother before, he's only older than me by four minutes, the four worst minutes of his life, he says. "Sophie, please."
I find a soft spot on his neck and nibble it, making him writhe in desperation beneath me. "Are you close, Cam?"
"Sophie, I'm hanging on by a fucking thread. I don't want to--I want you to come before me--"
I grind slowly into him, gripping his wrists tighter. "You want me to let your hands go, big brother?"
He's clearly stronger than me. He could knock them aside and flip us over at whim. He could probably overpower me even with his hands pinned.
But he's looking up at me, as though he'd stop breathing if I asked him to. "Please?" he says softly. "Please can I touch you, sis? Please can I make you feel good?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck. How can I say no to that face? I let go of one his hands, reaching up to brush aside a lock of his hair, then cupping his jaw. His free hand comes around my hips, slipping it through my trousers to cup my ass, and it makes me gasp into his neck. "Cam," I moan, and I can't help it, I let go of his other arm, collapsing on his chest as pleasure shivers through me. His other hand comes around my other side and then he's rocking me back and forth on him, his hands squeezing my tender flesh, and has my ass always been that sensitive? Is it Cameron's huge hands, his long fingers, the way he touches me?
"Yes, little sis?" he whispers. "Am I doing well?"
"So well. It feels so good, Cameron--" I moan into his neck, as he unzips himself below me, and his hard cock springs free, slamming against my clit so deliciously that my eyes roll back in my head.
It's my turn to gasp and moan and pant against him, a writhing mess above him as he pulls my panties aside, slick and wet with my juices, slick and wet from think about my brother's soft lips and hard cock all fucking day.
"Can I?" Cameron whispers.
"Can you not feel how fucking wet I am for you? I need you inside me. It's all I've been thinking about--I don't care if we get caught, I don't care about anything except your cock right now, I--"
He thrusts upwards and then I'm full, so fucking full of my brother's cock, and this is so, so wrong, I know it is, I know I will regret this later when I've had time to calm down, but right now--Right now, it's so hard and it's throbbing inside me--Like he's been waiting for this moment, like his cock has been waiting to come home--
"Is it good, Sophie? Am I good?"
"Yes--Fuck me, Cam, please--"
He thrusts and I push and he thrusts again and then we're humping each other on the floor in my office, where anyone can walk in at any time, and catch their boss fucking her brother on the ground like a fucking animal--
But I don't care. I don't care about anything at all, except for the man below me.
His hands have come to rest on the side of my hips and he's grounding me down against him, controlling our speed. My hands are skimming up and down his sides until they slip inside his shirt and I feel his bare chest below me. His abs are hard and his pecks are soft and I'm gripping his nipples as I make out with his neck, wanting to leave my mark on him, wanting everyone to know he belongs to me.
"You're mine," I growl against his neck. "Only mine."
He whimpers and thrusts harder. "I'm yours. I'm yours, Sophie, I always have been."
Now would be the time to ask when. How. Why. But my pussy is convulsing around his cock, letting him bury deeper and deeper inside me, and my lips have found his, my tongue moving against his like they're long lost lovers, reunited at last.
"Are you close, Sophie?"
I nod, unwilling to take my mouth away from his. His cock is heaven but his mouth is my salvation. His mouth is where I'd like to live and die.
"Can I come, sis? With you? Please?"
The fact that he's asking me for permission--
I nod, squeezing my eyes shut, and I need to kiss him otherwise I'm going to moan so loudly people are going to come knocking. He's thrusting faster and faster inside me, his fingers sinking into the flesh of my ass, and his cock is twitching and throbbing, all while pleasure builds and builds and builds--
And then there's a wave of something so intense that I grab his face and sink my tongue as deep into his mouth as I can go, my toes curling as my body rocks above him. He moans my name in my mouth, his body thrusting upwards, thrusting and thrusting until he comes inside me, spurting ropes and ropes of hot cum in the depths of my womb.
He's not wearing a condom. I'm not protected--I so rarely have sex that I'm not even on the pill. This is levels of recklessness I have never before engaged in my life.
But when I hoist myself up and look down at my twin brother, and find him gazing up at me with an unspoken question in his eyes, it doesn't seem all that important. What's more important is that I stroke my brother's hair and tell him, "You're such a good boy."
I watch his face light up and he moves up to kiss me, his cock still inside me. "I love you, Sophie. I know it's wrong, but I've loved you all my life. I studied my ass off in high school to get into the same college as you. I studied my ass off in college to get into the same company as you. I've followed you around hoping you'd look my way even once, and this, I--I never dreamed you would--"
"I love you too, Cameron. More than anyone. More than even I knew, up until this point."
He laughs, and I love his laugh so much, and we really should get back to work, but his cock is hardening again and there's still twenty minutes of lunch left and that's plenty of time to show my brother I love him just as much as he loves me.