Chapter 4

While Phillip's life was unknowingly changing at the hospital, his twin sister Mandy was at home sitting alone at the desk in her room. She was busy at that moment playing Diablo 2 on the internet. It was pretty fun game her brother had introduced her to several years before, and after just one game she had been hooked, just like her brother. As she played in a lower difficulty with one of her high level characters she was able to let her mind wonder.

And like it always did when her mind wandered it walked itself right into her most loved and most feared subject ... her twin brother Phillip.

She loved her twin with a passion and desire few could ever hope to find in a mate. And that was the nexus of her problem.

Nearly from the day they had been born the two had been nearly inseparable. Mandy had adored her "older by two minutes" big brother. She had followed him everywhere and was always by his side. When they went to bed they slept together, and as long as she could remember she had snuggled up to Phillip for both his body warmth and to have that feeling of oneness and contentment only being held by him brought. When they were ten years old, their parents had forced them to move into separate bedrooms and sleep in separate beds. Those first few nights she had been totally miserable and had slept very little. That was when she had started to sneak into Phillip's bed after their parents had gone to sleep and snuggle close to him for those treasured and missed feelings. She had managed the deception for nearly a whole year before their parents had found out about it and nearly went through the roof. After that, she had to sleep on her own for fear of what their parents might do if they caught them again.

She had been miserable again until she learned that if she snuck one of Phillip's dirty shirts out of the laundry hamper; she could then put it on her big body pillow. She could snuggle against that and inhale his wonderfully familiar scent every night then. Granted, it didn't give her all those wonderful feelings actually snuggling with him had provided, but it was enough to let her get some sleep at night.

It wasn't until she was thirteen and had started to notice boys that she realized something vitally important- NONE OF THOSE BOYS WAS PHILLIP!

Yes she found most boys fun and even kinda attractive for the most part, but they always made her feel as if they were lacking somehow. She wasn't entirely sure what it was they were lacking but she knew she could find it in her twin brother. When her parents let her start dating at fifteen she found her dates boring and kinda dull. Whereas when she went anywhere with Phillip she was happy and content. She even tried kissing a few boys and was scared to learn that every time she would kiss them, her eyes would close and she would pretend they were Phillip. She wanted to date her brother, not any of these other boys. Just Phillip.

This scared the living daylights out of her.

But then she had her dad, and whenever she got those desires to sneak into Phillip's room at night and see just how far she go with her brother, she would think about how mad and disappointed her dad would be with them. And she hated disappointing her dad almost as much as she hated not being beside Phillip all the time. As long as her dad was around she could control herself. Instead contenting herself with masturbating to fantasies of Phillip as she would inhale his smell from his shirts, and use his old boxers to rub herself.

But then there dad was killed by those damn insurgents in Iraq.

Suddenly he wasn't there anymore. And though she had loved and respected her dad and missed him terribly, she missed his buffering presence even more. Now she had no one to buffer her when she thought about her brother. No one to stop her from going to Phillip and telling him clearly that she loved him not as his twin but as a woman. HIS woman. So she had done the only thing that seemed to work. She had simply started withdrawing from everything and staying as far from Phillip as she could. She still had her friends and her cheerleading at school, but she missed being able to hang out with her twin. And though this radical strategy seemed to be working, it was also making her miserable.

A sudden noise from her computer drew her back from her thoughts to see that she had been mind wandering and day dreaming so much she had died in the game. Giving the game up for a lost cause, she logged off and set her computer on standby. She was heading down to the kitchen to grab a snack when she felt drawn to the laundry hamper.

Unable to stop herself she went to hamper and opened the lid to see if Phillip had thrown any new boxers in this morning.

She was in luck. Sitting on top of the pile of dirty clothes were a pair of his Harley Davidson print boxers. Carefully lifting them out she brought them close to her face before she noticed that they were stiff in the crotch. YES!!! Her mind screamed in joy. These were a pair he must of jacked off in this morning before his shower. Opening them she found her suspicions confirmed when she saw the dried white stains of his semen. These were her favorite to masturbate with. She would have her brother's juices rubbing all over her pussy. Bringing them up to her face she buried her nose in the crotch and inhaled the scent she loved and wanted so much. God it was so good that she felt her pussy start leaking so bad it was dribbling down her thighs.

Running to her room she closed her door and quickly stripped her clothes off and dropped them on the floor. Scrambling onto her bed she pulled her body pillow snug to her body and inhaled his scent from the shirt she had left on it. Moaning desperately she brought her brother's cum stained boxers down to her pussy and started to gently rub the stains onto the outer lips of her pussy. As always just knowing her brothers cum was touching her pussy sent her desires though the roof. She could feel her nipples hardening as she rubbed the against her shirt covered body pillow. She felt the hood covering her small clit slowly start to pull back, allowing the cum soaked boxers to gently rub over it eliciting another moan. Her outer pussy lips started to open exposing the soft pink inner lips and the small dark hole in between them.

Carefully she slowly inserted two boxer covered fingers into her pussy. "Yes, Phillip fill me slowly baby, fill your sister's hungry little pussy," she moaned.

The feel of those still slightly stiff cum stains pressing deep into her pussy was driving her insane. Once she got her fingers carefully where she wanted them she started to push and pull them, in and out ... in and out ... in and out. Slowly she built speed. Slowly she climbed higher. Her body was starting to get really hot now she desperately wanted to cum. But cum she wouldn't until she touched her clit. She knew that and she knew the longer she let it build the more powerful the orgasm would be when it did hit her.

Desperately she dreamed of her twin. His large well built body covering hers as they kissed, tongues dueling in an erotic dance. His hands roaming her body at will. Playing with her breasts and nipples, squeezing her butt, anything he wanted. His long thick cock pushing itself into her pussy again and again, driving her ever higher toward release. His thick potent cum filling her pussy and womb as he came inside her body. Filling her ... filling her ... filling her...

Suddenly, on that fantasy she rubbed her clit, as she desperately pounded her pussy with her boxer covered fingers. Without warning her orgasm slammed into her body causing it to shake and jerk as if she was having a seizure. Her mouth opened into a scream as she yelled, "Yes Phillip, fill my pussy with your cum and make me yours forever! Give it TO ME!!!!!"