Chapter 12: So Right

-- TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 2008 (VETERAN’S DAY) --

I was a little too used to visiting the twins on Friday nights and weekends. Those were days I could confidently assume there would be no one in the house except for Dawn and the twins. I mean yeah, on occasion the girls might have a friend or two over, and one time I came to visit at the same time Marcus was visiting Emma. In all of those occasions, the twins had been careful to not reveal the more intimate aspects of our relationships. I was just “Big brother Ben”. Midweek, if the twins wanted to have a little playtime with me, they’d come over to my place where we wouldn’t have to tiptoe around each other.

The point is: I was quite used to walking through the door of the old house and having a horny college coed coming to me for a welcoming kiss, so I didn’t really think about it when Eden vaulted herself into my arms. I’m pretty sure Eden didn’t really think about it either. After all, there were no friends, boyfriends, classmates, or acquaintances within these walls that didn’t already know the twins and I were regularly breaking all sorts of taboos against incestuous contact.

Eve Song, June’s little sister, had become friends with the twins during their freshman year and was close enough to become the fourth roommate. No one had gone out of their way to explain that her friends were having incestuous sex with their big brother. She’d actually found out from June one day when she had intended to make a joking remark about Eden having a crush on her hunky big brother, and June had lost her blank mannequin expression for just a moment. Almost no one else in the world would’ve noticed, but little sister Eve knew her big sister well enough to tell June was hiding something. Eve eventually went to the twins to confirm her suspicions, and in the end, the truth came out. Actually, it came as quite a relief to both Emma and Eden not to have to tiptoe around the topic anymore. It certainly made it easier for Eden to visit me as often as she did without worrying about making her roommate suspicious.

Still, this was the first time Eve had ever witnessed that kind of beyond-brotherly contact face-to-face. Knowing, intellectually, that something is happening is quite different from seeing it with your own eyes. Hence Eve’s exclamation of, “Holy shit!”

I dropped Eden to the floor in surprise, and my baby sister didn’t quite get her legs under her before toppling flat on her ass. I quickly exclaimed, “Sorry!” And I reached down to help pick her back up.

Then it was Eve’s turn to stammer an apologetic, “Sorry! I-I didn’t mean ... I-I’m sorry for startling you. I w-was just ... wow ... I mean, of course I already knew but then ... just ... wow...”

Eden reached her hands forward. “You’re freaking out. Please don’t freak out.”

“Freaking out? I’m-I’m not freaking out. Who’s freaking out? Not me. I mean, we-we all knew that I already knew but it was just still a bit of a shock to see you ... I mean like really SEE you sucking Ben’s face and I mean we’ve even talked about how good he is in the sack and how amazing he makes you feel and you keep making those naughty references to getting us all in bed together which by the way is NOT happening because June would like totally murder me but I mean like ... like...” Eve’s voice trailed off and she covered her face with both hands.

Even flustered like this, Eve was freaking HAWT. She’d stood up from the couch to face us and despite the crazy situation I couldn’t help but give her the once over. Despite being June’s little sister and the twins’ and Dawn’s roommate, I’d really never interacted much with her. Due to my infrequent visits to the house during the school week and the fact that she kept going home to her parents on weekends, our paths rarely crossed. The last time I could even remember seeing her face-to-face had been a month ago after I’d spent the night in Dawn’s bedroom on a Tuesday and she caught me coming out of their shared bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. So every time I had that rare chance to see her again, I was struck by her almost casual sex appeal.

Tight, fit body, not overtly curvaceous. Beautiful face with blonde-streaked dark hair in cute A-line haircut. A casual peasant top that left both shoulders bare as well a good bit of her taut tummy and the same kind of cute cotton short-shorts Eden was wearing. I couldn’t quite explain the way I reacted to her because she wasn’t the kind of supermodel hot like Adrienne that got men’s motors running. And yet my mind couldn’t help but scream SEX the very instant I saw her.

SEX! SEX! SEX!

Ha, ha. Very funny.

You’re welcome.

I once posited that Eve and June had collectively been given two standard allotments of human sexuality, but that Eve had gotten June’s entire share in addition to her own. There was just... something ... about her: a vibe. It was in the way she carried herself, with a fire in her eyes that never went away, a teasing pout in the shape of her lips, and a slight scratch to her voice. Of course, after everything I’d gone through with June lately and how much of an insatiable nymphomaniac she’d turned into, I figured they BOTH had been given two allotments of human sexuality each, only June had kept hers hidden for so long.

I wonder if Eve will turn out to be as much of an anal freak as June.

Not now, dude.

C’mon. You can’t tell me the thought hasn’t crossed your mind.

Of course it has. Focus. I need to focus.

“First of all,” I began, “June would never murder you. Murder me for going anywhere near her little sister? Absolutely. So relax, I’m not about to try seducing you or anything. If June ever found out ... Let’s just say I’d like to keep my head attached to my neck.”

For a second, all four of us just sort of stared at each other in uncomfortable silence.

“You know what? I should just go...” Eve spun around, awkwardly looking down at the couch and at the coffee table and then back at the couch again before finally fishing out her cell phone from the crack where the left cushion met the armrest.

“No, don’t go,” Emma insisted from over by the kitchen. She had her hair up in the double buns and a near-identical outfit to Eden, only her tank top was pastel yellow while Eden’s was pastel green. She walked around the dining table, cut Eve off before she could get around the couch, and reached out to hold Eve’s hands. “There’s no reason for you to leave.”

Eve head-nodded towards me. “Eden’s obviously horny. Better if I leave the house for a bit. I don’t wanna cramp your style or make you feel uncomfortable.”

Eden shrugged and stated plainly. “I don’t feel remotely uncomfortable. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with what we and Ben do together.”

“You’re uncomfortable,” Emma ventured. “Is that it?”

“What? No.” Eve took a deep breath and sighed. “I’m cool, really I am. If I was uncomfortable, we wouldn’t have as many conversations we do about Ben fucking the two of you six ways from Sunday all the time. It’s not the incest thing. Really, it’s not. I mean, I’m just as guilty as you two are with my fantasies of June.”

I blinked in surprise. “You fantasize about June?”

Eve turned to me and blushed. Looking embarrassed, she held up her thumb and forefinger a few millimeters apart and muttered, “Just a bit?”

“That’s not what you said last night,” Eden drawled knowingly.

Eve, scandalized, shot her roommate a ‘shut uh-uup’ kind of look. Eden simply smirked.

I opened my mouth to tell her June had entertained similar thoughts, but stopped myself and took a deep breath. It wasn’t my place to share that information with Eve, although I certainly intended to tell June what I’d heard today.

Collecting herself, Eve looked back and forth from one twin to the other. “Bottom line: I’m not gonna cramp your style. I knew last night you both were looking forward to spending some time with him since we don’t have school. And I’m not gonna interfere.”

“Don’t have to ask ME twice!” Eden started yanking on my arm, heading for the stairs.

Emma though, didn’t turn around just yet. Tilting her head to the side a bit, she asked rather sweetly, “Come with us. You know you want to.”

Eve’s eyes popped open wide, and I actually exclaimed, “Wait, WHAT? June has been very clear about--”

“Not to join in, dummy,” Emma admonished. “Just to ... watch.”

I could almost see Eve’s heart pounding in her chest. “Ben’s right. June’s been very clear that we can’t ... I mean if June ever found out--”

“Found out what?” Eden challenged. “That you masturbated while watching Ben fuck his baby sisters six ways from Sunday? She’s a total hypocrite, you know. June’s spent some significant time with his dick buried eight inches inside her while she had her tongue on my clit, but she won’t let you do the same? Totally unfair.”

“I just don’t think she’d approve.”

“It’s not her call to make,” Eden insisted. “You’re a grown woman able to make up your own damn mind what you want for yourself. Ain’t nobody telling me what is or isn’t right, you know? You wanna finally get royally pounded by Ben’s fat cock while Emma and I are sucking on your titties? Now’s your big chance.”

“Eden, don’t pressure her,” I cautioned.

“I’m not pressuring. I’m just saying that she has the opportunity now, that’s all.” Eden turned back to Eve. “It’s totally up to you. I know you’re dying to find out what all the fuss is about. You’ve said you’ve been curious since the day you met him. That your mind started screaming, ‘SEX! SEX! SEX!’ the instant you saw him.”

Huh...

Eve turned to look at me, biting her lip and looking nervous. I knew then and there she wouldn’t actually come with us upstairs, which was a relief in many ways. I knew I shouldn’t violate June’s trust in me by doing anything with her little sister, no matter how sexy I thought she was. And I’d like to believe I’d resist any form of escalation so long as Eve remained masturbating on an armchair. But if I were in the throes of ecstasy with the sexual creature taking over and Eve decided to join us on the bed ... I couldn’t honestly say with absolute certainty that I wouldn’t give in.

Rather than trust myself to resist temptation, better to not have the temptation itself so close by, right?

Further, I would be hard-pressed to say Eve was even a friend, and if we weren’t even friends, we probably shouldn’t be lovers, right? I mean, we obviously knew each other through our siblings, and we saw each other whenever I visited the girls’ house during the weekdays. But we’d never stopped to have meaningful conversations with each other and in plain simple fact, I really didn’t know her very well. Eve was the hot and sexy friend-of-a-friend you find yourself staring at in curiosity every now and again before suddenly averting your eyes when she looks up and catches you checking her out. My only saving grace was that I’d caught her checking me out quite a few times in return. And you know what they say about how the thing you want the most is the one thing you can’t have. June declaring her little sister off-limits to me (and vice versa) had only amplified our curiosity.

But while all that might explain our sexual attraction to each other, at the end of the day I didn’t know her well enough to escalate our relationship to a physical one. Much like Summer, Eve could never be just a one-night stand or even just a Tri-Delt hookup. She was the twins’ friend and I would continue seeing her. So it was a bit of an all or nothing situation, and despite my recent willingness to “expand my horizons”, as it were, I certainly wasn’t ready for “all”.

Better not to mess with the status quo, in this situation. Chalk it up to another victim of the E-curse or what have you, but it would be better for all parties involved if Eve and I didn’t get ... uhhh... involved.

Even biting her lip and nervous, Eve looked super-sexy. She had a fragile yet enticing quality that made me want to bend her over the coffee table and ram my throbbing dick into her over and over again from behind until she screamed for unholy orgasmic release. And from the look in her eyes, she seemed to be imagining the same thing as me.

But after taking a deep breath, Eve shook her head with a look of regret and asked, “Don’t tempt me today, please?”

“Fair enough.” Emma took a step to the side and turned, clearing the path. Eden likewise nodded.

Eve gave us all one last bashful smile. And then she left.

The mood was a little weird after Eve left. Oh, the twins and I still had sex. Eden was horny and my penis was functional and Emma was more than happy to share her love with both her big brother and her twin sister. It just wasn’t the kind of super-spectacular sex romp that necessitates writing about. I wound up splooging incestuous brother-spunk into Emma’s succulent snatch so Eden could get her mix-sibling creampie. But after that we cleaned up and got dressed.

My stomach chose that very moment to growl, which made Emma laugh. “Hungry?” she asked.

“Apparently. We did just burn a bunch of calories.”

My youngest baby sister gave me a pixie wink and murmured, “I can whip you up a turkey-avocado BLT pretty fast.”

I laughed, shook my head, and Eden had to frown and complain, “I don’t get it.”

“I’ll explain later,” Emma said with a chuckle. “Seriously, though, I’d be happy to make us dinner.”

But I shook my head. “It’s a holiday. That means taking a break from all kinds of work, including schoolwork and household tasks. C’mon, let’s go out somewhere. My treat.”

Eden let out a happy <squeee!>.

Of course, going out to eat turned out to be more complicated than I thought. While I figured the girls looked perfectly fine to walk out the door in their matching midriff-baring tank tops and cotton short-shorts, they apparently disagreed. Emma explained that they were wearing “house clothes”, which were a far cry from “being seen in public clothes”. But then, I was a guy, so what did I know?

Then there was makeup and doing their hair and picking out the right shoes and had I known what I was getting myself into I would’ve ignored my own damn advice about holidays and just fucking cooked dinner myself.

Sigh.

Anyways, the twins getting ready to go out on a holiday Tuesday evening left me plenty of time with my phone. I found that Dawn had texted me back while I was shagging the twins, so I started texting her back.

Ben: Taking the twins out for dinner. Wanna come with?

Dawn: Aww, sorry, babe. You didn’t text me back so I’m already having dinner with Summer and her mom right now.

Ben: No worries. It’s cool.

Dawn: Guess our plan to spend the day together imploded.

Ben: Kinda. But I feel much better after talking to Viktoriya.

Dawn: And sounds like you had a great day with Kim.

Ben: I did. We should’ve done a date like that a long time ago.

Dawn: I’m glad it worked out this way then.

Ben: Didn’t you miss me?

Dawn: Of COURSE I missed you. Can I come to your place and spend the night?

Ben: Sounds great. See you then.

Dawn: I love you! <kissy-face emoji><two-hearts emoji><red lips emoji>

Ben: Love you too! <kissy-face emoji>

After that, I checked my email and scrolled through ESPN articles until the twins were ready. They arrived together in another set of matched outfits, one of many, somehow looking even more ridiculously gorgeous than before. Midriff-baring comfy tank tops had been replaced by midriff-baring skimpier by stylish tank tops with spaghetti straps. Cotton short-shorts had been replaced by pleated skirts that tended to float when they walked, almost showing their panties with every step. Adorable double buns in their hair had been replaced by stylish Heidi braids. The girls now wore black chokers with cute pendants, bangle bracelets, and gemstone rings. And bare feet were now shod in cute white sneakers.

Eden drove us in the twins’ no-frills used Camry. At stoplights she would reach over and rub my leg, scratching her nails up pretty close to my crotch. I smirked and let her play, so long as we were in the car. But after we parked a block from the intersection of San Pablo and University, where there were dozens of trendy-type restaurants suitable for a casual dinner, she tried to hold my hand and I had to shoot her a look to get her to drop it.

Still, I found myself cruising along the sidewalk with a pair of smoking hot twins in cute and sexy matching outfits. I caught a couple of college-aged guys walking the other way checking out the girls as we approached, and as they came alongside us one of them popped his eyebrows and gave me a congratulatory head-nod.

I wasn’t the only one to notice. Emma giggled, and Eden immediately wrapped her arms around my elbow and snuggled herself closer for a second. Her mood was so effervescent, I didn’t have the heart to get her to let go. At least she hadn’t tried to kiss me or anything.

We ended up a Mediterranean counter-service spot that had really good shawarma, although there was a bit of a line. As it turned out, Piper Harris, one of the twins’ other friends, happened to be a few people ahead of us in line with her boyfriend. When the busty blonde heard familiar voices, she turned around and came over to chat with us.

Her presence had an obviously chilling effect on Eden. My baby sister immediately dropped my elbow and stepped out of line to go and pretend she was reading the menu boards. Even when she rejoined us, she’d gone from effervescent and flirtatious to taciturn and distracted. She made sure to sit on the opposite side of the table from me, kept staring around at other people or out the window while we were waiting for our food, and then barely touched her plate once it arrived. Emma tried to keep Eden involved in the conversation, frequently nudging her sister or adding little questions like, “What do you think, Eed?”

Eden’s mood didn’t improve after we left the restaurant. Once we were out on the sidewalk, Emma stopped trying to draw her out. We ambled back to the car in silence. Eden fished out her keys, and Emma reached over to touch her arm. “Hey, lemme drive us home.”

“Why?” Eden retorted defensively, holding the keys out of reach.

“Just offering to drive, that’s all,” Emma said gently. “It is our car.”

“Why would you feel the need to drive? You never cared about driving before. Happy to be chauffeured, usually.”

“Eed, c’mon.”

“What? I’m fine. It’s nothing. Let’s just go home, huh?”

I interjected, “Let her drive, Eed.”

Eden now shot a hurt look at me. “What’s the big deal? Why are you making a big deal of this? It’s not a big deal.”

I held my hands out placatingly. “You’re overreacting.”

“Me?!? YOU guys are overreacting. Trying to take my keys away like I had a few too many drinks or something when all I had was a glass of ice water.”

I raised both eyebrows. “If it’s not a big deal then why are you getting so defensive?”

“I’m only defensive because you two are making a big deal out of nothing.”

“If it’s nothing,” I argued, “let Emma drive.”

“UGH!” Eden fired her entire keychain in a fastball right at my chest. I got my hand underneath the keys after they bounced and caught them between my third and fourth fingers.

With a sigh, I then handed the keys over to Emma beside me, and she circled around to the driver’s seat while Eden pursed her lips, shook her head, and looked disgusted by the whole thing as she climbed into the backseat. And rather than take the shotgun seat, I got into the backseat as well.

Eden didn’t argue, but nor did she look at me. She simply folded her arms across her chest, huffed, and stared at the back of the driver’s headrest as Emma shifted the car into gear and pulled away from the curb.

“Talk to me,” I said gently.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Eden muttered without shifting the direction of her gaze.

“If there was nothing to talk about, I wouldn’t be asking you to talk. I’m sorry about what happened at the restaurant ... or even when we were just getting out of the car.”

“Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m not apologizing to you for doing something wrong. I’m saying I’m sorry that the situation is what it is. It’s unfortunate that the world at large can’t accept us, but that’s the reality that we face. It’s why I’ve always told you I actively want you both out there enjoying all that college life has to offer instead of tying yourselves down to me. Go to parties. Flirt with guys. Find yourself a boyfriend.”

“We go to parties, but I don’t want to flirt with guys or find myself a boyfriend,” Eden muttered. “Emma doesn’t flirt with other guys. I don’t see you lecturing HER.”

“Emma HAS a boyfriend.”

“So do -I-.”

I sighed, pressed my lips together, and gave Eden a serious look. “We talked about this. I love you. I’ll always love you. But you canNOT think of me as your boyfriend.”

Eden finally turned to face me, her arms still crossed over her chest. Her eyes were moist and her irises stormy. “You’re the last person I think about when I fall asleep at night, and the first one I think about when I wake up. I get butterflies in my stomach when I know I’m going to see you and my heart pounds in my chest when I finally do.”

“Eden...”

“I do my best to give you time and space and not fuck up the rest of your life with the other girls. But even with just Fridays after basketball and a couple of weeknights here and there, I’m still fucking you more often each week than any of my friends are fucking their boyfriends. I sleep so much better when I’ve tasted your creamy cum. And even on nights I don’t get to see you, I can’t fall asleep until I’ve gotten at least one good orgasm dreaming about you filling me up.”

“Eden...”

“Don’t you DARE try to tell me what I feel isn’t real.”

“Of course it’s real.”

“It’s just not fucking FAIR!”

“It’s absolutely unfair.”

The tears were rolling down Eden’s cheeks now and she started shaking her head. “I wish we could just pick up and move across the country where no one knew who we were ... no one knew you were my brother and we...”

“And we what?” I cut her off. “Got married and had a bunch of babies and lived Happily Ever After?”

Eden shot daggers at me with her eyes. “Do NOT mock my feelings for you.”

“I’m not mocking. I’m being realistic. You said Brandi warned you about this. You said she told you the world would never accept us, and that you had to put the idea out of your mind before it could take root.”

“Too late for that. I’ve got roots and all for you. Besides, Brandi also wished she’d just given in and let herself love you the way she wanted. She said she’d have lived a much happier life with less emotional stress than she put herself through.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Does this really feel like less emotional stress?”

Shaking her head slowly, Eden muttered, “I’d rather live the emotional stress of keeping my love for you a secret than deal with the emotional stress of trying to NOT love you the way that I truly do. Hiding, I understand. Forcing myself to stop loving you? I can’t do that.”

“I’m not asking you to stop.”

“Aren’t you?”

“I’m not...” I took a deep breath. “I’m not asking you to stop right now...”

“But you want me to stop eventually.”

“I love you, Eden, and I wish I didn’t have to hide how much I love you, but we’ve talked about this. I’m not ‘in love’ with you; not the way you’re in love with me. I’ve told you that from the beginning, and even if I did, I wouldn’t leave everyone else in my life behind to live a life of secret love with you.” I took a deep breath. “I’m not minimizing your feelings for me, but I’ve tried to be clear from the beginning that you and I have no future down that path. I don’t want to get your hopes up into thinking that might someday change, because it isn’t.”

“I know, I know...”

“I’m not trying to be mean about it, just honest about our reality. That’s why I wouldn’t let you hold my hand on the sidewalk.”

“I know, I know...” she repeated. “Give me a LITTLE credit. I knew to pull away as soon as Piper showed up.”

“I know you did. But then you were just so ... so...”

“Out of it?” Emma volunteered from the driver’s seat.

“It’s not fair,” Eden muttered as she started staring out the window.

“It’s not,” I agreed. “But it’s all that we have.”

“I wish you weren’t my brother.”

“You don’t really mean that.”

“If you weren’t, nothing could stop us from being together.”

“If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t be so infatuated with me.”

Eden whipped her head around, staring daggers at me once more. “This is NOT a fucking infatuation!”

I winced. “Poor choice of words.”

“Fucking moron.”

I sighed. “I am. Really, I am.”

“Why the fuck do I love you again?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you should stop.”

“Not fucking happening. And didn’t you just say you weren’t gonna ask me to stop?”

“I’m not...” I took a deep breath. “I’m trying to walk a fine line between respecting the way you feel but not encouraging you to delude yourself into thinking this is going to last forever. We really don’t have a future. You KNOW that.”

“I know.”

“I love you,” I assured her. “Please believe that.”

“I do.”

“I’m perfectly happy to be whatever you need me to be for you right now. I love you, and I love what we do together. I cherish the time we spend together, so long as you understand this is all we can ever be. We can continue doing what we’re doing for now. But someday...” I sighed and shook my head sadly. “ ... baby bird’s gotta leave the nest.”

Emma drove us to my place and parked the car in the driveway. Eden grabbed my head and gave me a soul-tingling kiss that took my breath away, and she started crying as soon as we pulled apart. Emma just sort of gave me a nervous wave from the front seat, and I gave her an apologetic look before getting out of the car and heading up to my house.

I hopped up the porch steps and my key snicked in the lock. There were four people in the living room: Kim, BJ, June, and to my mild surprise, Eve. The three of them looked up at me, and Eve immediately blushed pink enough for me to be fairly certain they’d been talking about me.

BJ was happy enough to see Daddy, and I chose to focus on him. Eve stuck around for another ten minutes, but the conversation remained casual. BJ actually had been calling Eve “Joo-Joo” while continuing to call June “Joo”. Maybe the girls had explained that Eve was June’s sister? Perhaps it was easier for him to pronounce than “Eve”? More likely, he had said it once, the girls had laughed, and he was therefore programmed to continue.

Eventually, Eve made her excuses to leave. BJ got up to hug “Joo-Joo” and make fish lips until he got a kiss from her. I felt a brief microsecond of mild jealously of my little man for getting his lips on Eve before me but shook that thought away immediately. I waved goodbye from across the room and the rest of us settled into our normal evening routine.

Eventually, Kim and I got BJ put to bed, and I went to take a shower to clear away the day’s grime. I had my eyes closed and my head bent beneath the spray while rinsing shampoo out of my hair when I heard the glass door slide open. A moment later, a hand gently caressed my back before scratching lightly with her fingernails. She knew just how to tease my erogenous zones, and I could already sense with absolute certainty that my Dawn had arrived. By the time I finished rinsing out my hair and stood up to wipe off my face, she pressed her naked breasts against my back and hugged me close from behind. Wordlessly, I turned around, found her sky-blue eyes shining back at me, and I bent to give her a soft kiss.

A soft kiss turned into a firmer kiss.

A firmer kiss turned into a passionate kiss.

A passionate kiss turned into a volcanic kiss.

And a minute later I found myself easing my dick up into her waiting cunt from behind while she bent over and braced herself against the far wall.

She didn’t really need to get cleaned up, but I loved soaping her breasts with my hands anyway as I rhythmically pounded her from behind. She came once when I slid my hand down to the juncture of her thighs and strummed her love button. She came again when I sensed her need for me tickle her erogenous zones just beneath the curvature of her breasts.

When it was time for my own release, I didn’t have to tell her a thing. She already knew, so she pulled off my prick, squatted in the tub, and slammed her face down around my dick. Three pumps into her throat was enough before she backed off and beamed up at me, presenting the most beautiful face I’d ever seen in my entire life as a blank canvas for my impromptu performance art.