Lisa And Liam (Or is it Margot?)

Lisa felt her resistance faltering and couldn't do anything about it. The way her twin brother touched and kissed her just felt too good. It was almost as if he could read her mind and always knew just before she did know herself what she wanted, how she liked to be touched and pleasured. She stopped resisting and Liam released her wrists. His weight, which had been pinning her to the bed, also lifted. His hands plucked at her dress to pull it up. She immediately understood what he was up to. Without thinking about whether what she was doing was right, she helped him take it off. Cool air brushed over her heated body, clad only in her panties and bra. But she wasn't freezing. His touch heated her up so much that no amount of cold could harm her.

In the last corner of her mind that was still capable of a clear thought, she wondered whether she would lose her maidenhead to her brother today. So far, she had always kept the boys at arm's length, wanting this one time to be special, with the one guy she was sure he was the one. But if Liam wanted it now, she wouldn't be able to stop him. Her scruples were gone, at this moment he was The One.

Why shouldn't he be, an irrefutable realization flashed through her mind. Her twin brother was the person she was closest to, the one she had always shared everything with, her whole life. They had even been together before they were born. What limits should there still be between them?

His mouth released hers and traced down her neck to her upper body. He carefully freed her breasts from their delicate sheathing and spoiled them with hot kisses and gentle nibbles. Lisa closed her eyes and stretched her head back. An almost agonized moan escaped her lips. It felt so good and so bad at the same time that it was almost unbearable. And simultaneously she wanted him to do more, to go on and on and never stop.

She was carried away from the world and time stretched into eternity.

When she regained consciousness, it took her a while to remember where she was and who the warm body belonged to that pressed against her from behind. Brother and sister lay snuggled together on their sides with their knees drawn up. Liam had put his arm around her in a protective gesture. His breathing was calm and even. She lay still so as not to wake him.

Without having to look, Lisa knew that she was no longer wearing anything. Her bra and panties were gone. It felt wet and sticky between her legs. What had happened? She frowned and tried to remember. Little by little, the images and intoxicating feelings returned. A tremor of happiness ran through her whole body and Liam murmured, half asleep. As close as they were lying next to each other, it was obvious to Lisa that he still wore his underpants.

Her recurring memory told her that he had never taken them off. He hadn't penetrated her. But that hadn't been necessary either, she thought. His fingers and especially his tongue had been quite enough to drive her crazy. It wasn't her first orgasm, but until yesterday she had always been alone, and none before had been so beautiful and so strong. And so often. O-hoo, she thought she was still experiencing the afterglow of the unearthly feeling of happiness and was struggling to suppress a loud moan. She couldn't remember how many times she had climaxed. At some point she had stopped counting.

She honestly wondered how Liam knew how he had had to touch her to evoke such strong reactions. It was almost as if he knew exactly where and how it was best for her. She was pretty sure that he didn't have a girlfriend yet. And to this day, she would have sworn that he was still a virgin, just like her. But after what she had experienced, she was no longer sure. The way he had spoiled her in bed made it seem as if he had been with countless women for years. She decided to ask him about it. But not now. It was just too good to lie skin to skin next to each other, sharing the warmth of their bodies and the happiness they experienced together.

A cautious knock on the door startled her.

“Liam, are you there? We were supposed to have dinner together.”

It was her father's voice. Panic flared up inside Lisa. Hopefully he wouldn't come into the room! She elbowed her brother in the ribs, who grunted indignantly, but fortunately realized that something was wrong.

“What?” he called.

“Liam! Will you come down to the kitchen? The 30 minutes are long gone.”

“Um, no. I'm pretty tired from the long drive and I've already had a lie down. I'm not hungry at all. Thanks for asking though.” He let out a loud, rather convincing yawn.

“Well then, OK,” James sounded a little disappointed, ”do you know where Lisa is?”

“No idea. Sorry. Not in her room?”

The girl he was looking for chuckled in amusement at the cheeky lie and her brother quickly pressed a finger to her lips to make her realize that she should be quiet so as not to give herself and him away. Her father mumbled something unintelligible outside the door.

“Good night, sleep well. Anyway, I'm glad you don't perceive the house as creepy as before. See you at breakfast!”