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#Incest #Tween #Virgin
Both characters are 11 years old.
I’m an author who typically writes in very different territory, but I decided to step outside my comfort zone and try something new here. Consider this my creative experiment—I hope you enjoy it.”
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The summer heat clung to the air like a second skin, and the attic of their old family home was no escape. It was always the same—boxed-up memories, a layer of dust, and the faint hum of cicadas outside. But tonight, something felt different. Dangerously different.
Emma sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, her breath shallow as her twin brother, Ethan, leaned against the wall, his eyes scanning her with a quiet intensity that made her heart race. They’d always been close—too close, some might say—but tonight, the air between them crackled with something unspoken. Something forbidden.
“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Emma finally broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. She tugged at the hem of her oversized t-shirt, suddenly hyper-aware of how thin it was. “How we’ve never… talked about this.”
Ethan’s gaze didn’t waver. “Talked about what?” he asked, though the way his voice dipped lower told her he already knew.
Emma swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. This wasn’t supposed to happen. They were twins, bound by blood and shared secrets, but this… this was something else entirely. She could feel the weight of it pressing down on her chest, suffocating and exhilarating all at once.
“You know what,” she said, her voice trembling. “Us. This… feeling.”
Ethan pushed off the wall, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. He knelt in front of her, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that made her stomach flip. “You feel it too,” he said, not a question but a statement. “I’ve seen it in the way you look at me. The way you’ve always looked at me.”
Emma’s breath hitched. He’d noticed. Of course he’d noticed. There was no hiding from Ethan. He knew her better than she knew herself.
“It’s wrong,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “We’re… we’re siblings.”
Ethan reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, and the contact sent a jolt of electricity through her body. “Is it wrong if it’s us?” he asked, his voice soft but firm. “We’re not just siblings, Emma. We’re… we’re the same. I’ve always known it. And so have you.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as his words wrapped around her, pulling her deeper into the moment. She wanted to argue, to push him away, but she couldn’t. Not when his touch felt so right. Not when his words echoed the secret she’d been carrying for so long.
“I don’t know how to stop it,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.
“Then don’t,” Ethan said, his lips brushing against her ear. His breath was warm, sending shivers down her spine. “Let me show you. Let me take care of you.”
Emma’s eyes fluttered shut as Ethan’s hand trailed down her neck, his touch feather-light but deliberate. Her body was betraying her, responding to him in ways she couldn’t control. Every nerve was on fire, every breath a struggle.
“Ethan…” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Trust me,” he murmured, his lips grazing her jawline. “Just trust me.”
And she did. She always had.
Her hands found his shoulders, gripping him tightly as he pressed her down onto the floor. The wood was hard beneath her, but she barely noticed. All she could focus on was Ethan—his touch, his warmth, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered.
He kissed her then, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that left her breathless. It was their first kiss, but it felt like coming home. Like something they’d been waiting for their entire lives. Emma melted into him, her body arching against his as his hands explored her with a confidence that made her head spin.
His fingers slipped under her shirt, his palm brushing against her hip, and she gasped into his mouth. “Ethan…”
“Shh,” he murmured, his lips moving to her neck. “I’ve got you.”
She could feel his arousal pressing against her, hard and insistent, and the realization made her head spin. This was really happening. Her brother—her twin—was about to take her in a way no one else ever had. And she wanted it. God, she wanted it.
Ethan’s hands tugged at her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. His eyes darkened as he took her in, his gaze trailing over her bare skin like he was memorizing every inch. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
Emma’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. She couldn’t. Not when he was looking at her like that. Not when he was making her feel things she’d never felt before.
His fingers traced the edge of her bra, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. “Do you want this?” he asked, his voice low and demanding. “Do you want me?”
Emma’s breath caught in her throat. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please.”
That was all the encouragement he needed.
Ethan’s hands moved with purpose, undoing the clasp of her bra and tossing it aside. His lips found her breasts, his tongue flicking against her nipple, and she let out a moan that she couldn’t suppress.
“Ethan…” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He didn’t stop, his mouth moving to her other breast while his hand trailed down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her shorts. Her hips jerked instinctively as his fingers brushed against her wetness, and she could feel her body surrendering to him completely.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? Wanted you?”
Emma couldn’t answer, her mind too clouded with pleasure to form words. All she could do was whimper as his fingers slid inside her, stretching her in a way that made her toes curl.
“Fuck,” Ethan growled, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. “You feel so good.”
His fingers moved in and out of her, slow and deliberate, and Emma’s moans grew louder with every stroke. She could feel the tension building inside her, her body teetering on the edge of something incredible.
“I’m close,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Ethan’s eyes darkened, his lips curling into a smirk. “Not yet,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not done with you.”
Before she could protest, he pulled his fingers out of her, leaving her aching and desperate. She whimpered at the loss, but he didn’t give her time to miss him. His hands gripped her hips, flipping her onto her stomach, and she gasped as he tugged her shorts down, exposing her completely.
“Ethan…” she started, but he cut her off with a sharp smack to her ass.
The sound echoed through the attic, followed by a sharp sting that made her cry out. But it wasn’t pain—it was something else entirely. Something that made her wetter than she’d ever been.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his hands spreading her legs wide. “Say it.”
Emma’s breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation. “I’m yours,” she whispered, her voice shaky.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself behind her.
She could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance, and her breath caught in her throat. “Ethan…”
He slid into her slowly, inch by excruciating inch, and Emma’s nails dug into the wooden floor as she moaned. He was bigger than she’d expected, stretching her in a way that bordered on painful, but somehow it was perfect.
He was perfect.
“Fuck, Emma,” Ethan groaned, his hips pressing against her ass as he bottomed out. “You feel… incredible.”
She could feel every inch of him inside her, filling her in a way that made her head spin. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and she never wanted it to end.
“Move,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Please…”
Ethan didn’t need to be told twice.
He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into her, his hips snapping against hers with a force that made her cry out. Again and again he thrust into her, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside her that made her see stars.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips bruisingly. “So perfect for me.”
Emma could barely think, her mind consumed by the pleasure of him filling her over and over. She could feel the tension building inside her again, her body tightening around him as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.
“Ethan… I’m…” she gasped, her voice breaking.
“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough and commanding.
And she did.
Her body spasmed around him, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she came harder than she ever had. She could feel him pulsing inside her, his own release following hers, and she let out a moan that echoed through the attic.
They collapsed together, their bodies tangled and sweaty, and Emma’s head spun as she tried to catch her breath. She could feel him still inside her, his heart pounding against her back, and she knew things would never be the same.
“Emma…” Ethan murmured, his lips brushing against her shoulder.
“I know,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I know.”
She could feel his cock hardening inside her again, and her breath hitched. “Ethan…” she started, but he cut her off with a sharp thrust that made her moan.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, his grip tightening on her hips. “Not even close.”
Emma’s body shuddered as Ethan’s words washed over her, raw and possessive. His thrusts were deeper now, more deliberate, each one sending waves of electric pleasure through her. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, her hands clawing at the sheets beneath her. “Ethan…” she gasped, her voice a mix of need and surrender.
“Do you feel it, Emma?” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. His hands gripped her hips tighter, pulling her back onto him with every stroke. “Do you feel how much I want you? How much I need you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “Yes, I feel it.” Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her body trembling with every movement he made. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but feel him.
Ethan’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. Emma could feel herself teetering on the edge, her body tightening around him. “Ethan, I’m…” she started, but the words caught in her throat as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her nails digging into the sheets.
Ethan groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he felt her climax. “That’s it,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Let go, Emma. Let me take care of you.” His thrusts became erratic, his own release building as he gave in to the sensations, and with a final, deep thrust, he came inside her, his body shuddering with the intensity of it.
For a moment, they stayed like that, connected in the most intimate way possible, their bodies still trembling from the aftermath. Ethan pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. “Do you understand that?”
A breath escaped Emma’s lips as her gaze locked with his, the words trembling between them. “I’m yours.”
Ethan kissed her again, his lips soft and lingering, before he carefully pulled out of her. Emma whimpered at the loss, her body still sensitive, but Ethan was quick to gather her into his arms, pulling her close. She nestled against his chest, her head resting over his heartbeat, listening to the steady rhythm.
For a while, they just lay there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the world outside the attic forgotten. Emma traced idle patterns on Ethan’s chest, her fingers brushing over his skin, while Ethan ran his fingers through her hair, his touch gentle and soothing.
“Do you regret it?” Ethan asked after a while, his voice quiet. He was looking down at her, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt.
Emma shook her head, her gaze steady. “No,” she said firmly. “I could never regret this. Not with you.”
Ethan smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made Emma’s heart flutter. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I don’t think I could ever let you go now.”
Emma’s heart skipped a beat at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest. She nestled closer to him, her hand resting over his heart. “I don’t want you to,” she admitted softly. “I want to stay like this forever.”
Ethan chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Forever, huh?” he said, his voice teasing. “That’s a long time.”
Emma looked up at him, her eyes serious. “I mean it,” she said. “I don’t care what happens, or what anyone else thinks. I just… I just want you.”
Ethan’s expression softened, his hand cupping her cheek as he looked into her eyes. “You have me,” he said simply. “Always.”
Emma’s heart swelled at his words, her eyes shining with emotion. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, she whispered, “I love you, Ethan.”
Ethan’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening slightly. For a moment, he just stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest. “Emma…” he started, his voice thick with emotion. He took a deep breath, his hand still gently cupping her cheek. “I love you too.”
Emma’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. “You… you do?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Ethan nodded, his gaze steady and sure. “I do,” he said, his voice firm. “I’ve always loved you, Emma. I just… I didn’t know how to say it before.”
Emma’s eyes filled with tears, her heart overflowing with emotion. She kissed him again, this time with more intensity, pouring all her feelings into the kiss. When she finally pulled back, she whispered, “I’ve always loved you too, Ethan. Since forever.”
Ethan’s arms tightened around her, pulling her close as he buried his face in her hair. “Emma…” he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. He didn’t know what else to say, didn’t know how to put into words everything he was feeling. So instead, he just held her, their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating as one.
After a while, Emma shifted slightly, her fingers tracing the lines of Ethan’s chest. “What happens now?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan sighed, his hand moving to stroke her hair. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together.”
Emma caught his hand, pressing it to her chest where his pulse merged with hers. “Together,” she said, the word a vow.
They lay there for a while longer, just holding each other, the world outside the attic forgotten. Emma felt a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time, her heart full and content. She knew that things wouldn’t be easy, that they would face challenges and obstacles, but as long as she had Ethan, she knew she could face anything.
Eventually, Ethan shifted, his hand gently caressing her cheek. “We should probably get cleaned up,” he said softly, his voice gentle.
Her throat tightened, but she forced herself to peel away from his warmth, fingers lingering on his arm. “We should…” Her sentence faded as she bent to gather their clothes, stealing glances at Ethan—his tousled hair, the curve of his smile—as if memorizing him.
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#Incest #Tween #Virgin
