Aquapolis
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Chapter 4: Another Perspective
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 4: Another Perspective - A contemporary suburban family in an imagined city in an imagined country in North America. It's an environment created by a divergent alternative timeline. Inside the home are parents Sally and Gene of twin teens Lisa and Marc, who are struggling with their high school social lives and a shocking discovery by Sally. Is a sexual solution the right choice?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction School Alternate History Incest Brother Sister Anal Sex First Flatulence Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Size Illustrated
MARC
I loved her, of course, but like a sister. But then, it tore me up inside to see her so withdrawn, so unhappy, and I didn’t understand what had happened to her. Lisa wouldn’t talk about anything; it frustrated me.
When you grow up with a twin, you get used to communicating easily. I’d heard of “twin-speak”—although we didn’t have a secret language, we did have a habit of finishing each other’s sentences.
I’ll admit puberty caused some distance, since she was maturing faster than I did. For a while, she was even taller than me—that was weird.
Then she’d go through times where she was suddenly angry, for reasons I didn’t understand. Mom must have seen my confused reactions. She took me aside and explained menstruation and PMS. We got along better after that because I was careful to allow Lisa more space. When she felt better, she realized I was being considerate. I was back to being a good brother, in her eyes.
When she started dating, I’d ask her about her experiences, but she refused to talk. All I knew was that she was disappointed and unwilling to share. It bothered me because I had no experience with girls, and I hoped I could learn from her example.
I didn’t have a clue what was going on when that asshole Alberto dumped her. I didn’t have any connection to the gossip at school, whether it was it came from either the guys or the girls. All I knew was that my sister was in pain, tearful, and unwilling to speak about it.
It tore at my heart to see her so sad. For a few weeks, we didn’t have any afterschool practices, so we were home alone together from 3:30 to 5:00 while Mom and Dad were working. After a couple of days of hearing her cry, I had to confront her.
“Lisa, please tell me what’s wrong. What can I do to help? I can’t stand hearing my twin sister so miserable.”
She didn’t give me any information, which was very frustrating, but she did ask for me to hold her. I did my best to soothe her, telling her all the things I loved about her and how she was my favorite sister.
“I’m your only sister, dumbass! What is wrong with me?”
Long story short, she finally admitted that she was too depressed to even get herself off, and I had the brilliant (?) idea that we should masturbate together. Of course, she stomped off angrily.
But the next day, she admitted she’d been thinking about it and suggested we do a “test drive.” We used the long bench in the shower, sitting side by side, and there was an immediate improvement in her mood.
Having fun together this way became our “happy habit.” And then, a few weeks before we were discovered, I was standing in front of her enjoying our long tradition where I shampooed her head while she sat in front of me. Suddenly, she reached out and stuffed my dick in her mouth.
OK, I admit it. My first blowjob, and it was AMAZING! And she did it again a couple days later and a couple of days after that. It was weird, though; she wouldn’t discuss it, and she wouldn’t allow me to reciprocate. That disappointed me, because I was eager to learn, but I figured she assumed I would be terrible at eating pussy.
Just another sign of the communication breakdown between us. I enjoyed the oral sex, certainly, but I didn’t enjoy the distance between us.
And then we were discovered, and I finally learned the reason my sister had been so, well, morose. In a strange way, my dick was giving her some solace, but not anymore. I surprised myself, though.
It was more important to me to repair my relationship with my twin than to lose the blowjobs. After all, sometime in the distant future, someone might be willing to blow me. Hopefully, a female!
LISA
Mom and Dad’s lecture hit me like a ton of bricks. I should have known I was piling fuckups onto fuckups. I need to treat my sweet brother a lot better. But obsessively going over and over the past in my mind is what got me into this mess with him.
I needed to move forward; after another apology to Marc, first on my agenda was to find him an “Annie.” I actually had someone in mind, and she was on my team. Also, she was in my Spanish class, so I waylaid her on her way to third period.
“Moni, would you meet me at the palm tree at lunch? I have a question.” We were rushed, so I left it at that, and she nodded her head. Consistently, my teammate asked all of us to call her Moni, short for Monica.
In a plaza outside the lunchroom, a sad little palm tried to grow in the center of a circular planter with concrete benches around the outside edge. The benches weren’t used much because of the heat outside, but today’s weather was cooler than usual.
“Moni, thanks for coming out here. We can go inside if you’d prefer.”
“No, Lisa. But what’s on your mind?”
“Do you know my brother, Marc?”
“Uh, isn’t he the point guard on the varsity?”
“Yeah, that’s him. Oh, let me back up. Moni, I hope you won’t mind if I ask you a personal question.” She nodded, so I continued. “I’ve known you for a while now, but I haven’t seen you with a boyfriend. At the risk of offending you, uh, are you gay?”
Moni grinned at me. “That depends. Are you offering?”
“Oh, jeez.” I’m sure my face went bright red.
“Lisa, you know you’re the hottest girl on our team. And if you’re interested, I might consider bisexuality.”
“Oh, um, golly. Mon, that’s nice of you to say, but I think YOU are the hottest. And, right back at you. But if you’re NOT gay, well, I’d like to make a proposal. Oh, that doesn’t sound right.”
I put my face in my hands.
“I’ve fucked this whole thing up; I’m sorry.”
Moni put her hand on my shoulder.
“Lisa, ease up; you’re overthinking this. I like dick. I mean, I like guys. And you mentioned your brother. You’re proposing I go out with Marc? And that’s because?”
“He’s my twin, you know. Yes, I’m biased, but I truly believe he’s wonderful. His main fault is that he lacks confidence and self-esteem, and it makes him shy. It makes me so sad. And I was hoping, if you were available and willing, you’d consider going out with him, like a date.”
“Let me see. I have standards, you know. Does he have a dick?”
“He doesn’t have a dick, Moni. He has a COCK, and it’s big and beautiful. I can’t imagine you’d be disappointed.”
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