Unmasked

Slipping your free arm around your twin sister’s muscled sculpture of a waist, wending your hand through the mass of limbs sprouting from her back, you pull yourself into her long shapely body and plant a hard kiss on her mouth in a most unbrotherly way.

Vespera wanted more and so did you! You felt that bond between you growing and you yearned for more. Your obsession with keeping her here was not as selfless as it appeared. Despite what Trix had said you were no hero and you were certainly not the best brother ever. You couldn’t hold back any longer. The mask was slipping.

Hidden, even to yourself, beneath the guise of the loyal sibling and dutiful son was a degenerate soul. Despite the guilt you had very much enjoyed the show you gave Trixie along with her naughty flirtations. What fun you could have if only you gave into her advances. That scene you witnessed with sexy Lucian and your gorgeous cock wielding mother was pure libidinous hellfire and you hoped you’d get to see it again…and maybe join in. The invitation to share elegant Devany’s bed had tempted greatly though you had denied it at the time. A woman you had looked up to all of your life. Mentally in her late sixties but permanently in her physical prime, what other things could your dark sister still teach you? Some part of your imagination continued to wonder what your burly big brother had done with the pretty blond quarterback, had he really made Brock call him Daddy? Would he have done the same to you had he beaten you down back in the garden? Would that have been so bad? Tiny faithful Ciara who so easily called you master and obeyed with demure servitude brought about erotic ideas of bondage and play on a miniature scale. As embarrassing as it was nutting in front of your smiling grandma it had brought with it a new kind of humiliating arousal. What other wondrous toys and concoctions did she have in that room of hers? Even your stern father, with his power to control you like a puppet and heaven knows what else, was not entirely unattractive. And the one person in the world you knew you had to share your family’s secrets with, your best friend Grace. What would she think of you? What would she think of them? Would she see their supernatural allure as keenly as you? And could you tempt her to partake so you could watch? You might be the only plain human of your clan but were a monster just as much as the others.

Ves is something else entirely though. It was she who finally eroded your control completely. You were drawn to your twin like no woman before, wanting her with you in ways both wholesome and deviant. Your thoughts drifting toward her as you pleasured yourself earlier today was no accident. You lusted for Vespera just as deeply as you loved her.

These feelings were probably the lingering influence of the horny energies of Devlin Manor, the same impulses that caused you to jerk off and nut as your little sister watched. These feelings were probably your limited human mind confusing this mysterious and mystical connection you shared with your twin with something else. These feelings were probably simply the appeal of the new and the exotic. These feelings were misguided, immoral, and foolish. Your sister might not understand the sin you were about to commit but you did.

And yet, while your brain knew your physical attraction to Vespera was wrong, your heart and your twisted soul told you this was oh so right. Among the trees last night was the childhood the pair of you had been robbed of and tonight in this tower the twins would come of age.

The kiss is lips to mouth, your sister having no true lips of her own, strong and hungry. Her nose alongside yours and your mouths pressed together you had never felt so much of face at once before and you feel the microscopic filaments shifting against your skin in the same fluid patterns that danced over the rest of her body. It made your nerves tingle and tickle in a completely new way.

The hand that had been **** against Vespera’s breast slowly grips onto it, your arm no longer struggling back. The fleshy globe is much softer than her firm tentacles though not nearly as supple as a human breast. Near the center however, where the nipple would be on a human, is a yielding patch with the same soft tingling feel as her face and it excites the middle of your palm in similar ways.

Ves had been taken off guard by your sudden passion but eagerly succumbs to it. Her encircling tentacles loosen and her large body stiffens briefly before relaxing in your arms. She moves her head in ways mimicking yours but before long she is moving, testing, experimenting, on her own. She sometimes tilts her head in odd angles or tries to press too hard but you guide her with tender patient touches. The sounds from that time with Grace fall to silence replaced by the quiet kissing and groping of the moment accompanied by the night chorus of frogs and insects. Vespera herself is silent outside the odd shift along the ground or brush against the stone walls.

When you do open your eyes you can see the stars within Vespera’s eyes had slowed and begin to gradually turn. For the first time you see colors beyond black and white. Glimmers of rich blues and greens along with powerful violets so deep that they straddled the spectrum from visible to unseen. You could have stayed lost in the universe of her eyes forever had your more earthly desires had not been so enflamed.

“Jacob.” She says though your kiss had not parted, you realize only then that her voice was not one heard by the ear.

You pull back a little and look at her perfectly symmetrical white oval face as you whisper her name. “Vespera.”

There is a moment, still and tender, as you gaze into each other. Your hunger for each other growing by the second. Your own is overwhelming yet within it you can feel hers as well, still distant yet undeniably there. Given confidence and consent, this time she pulls you to her with unfathomable strength as a tentacle pushes your head from behind to bring your mouths together once more.