The Sacrifice of Victoria
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So my twin sister became my first lover. It wasn't as though we had suddenly changed everything though. We continued mostly masturbating together; sometimes orally pleasuring each other and occasionally we'd fuck like bunnies. On those occasions, Chelle would tell me how to please a woman. I gradually learned to slow down and hold back. It wasn't easy as I did tend to pop pretty quickly if I didn't work at being slow. I remember a few times cumming after a few strokes and Chelle being pissed. It's kind of schizophrenic, having a tremendous climax and having your sister/lover pissed at you. Do you bask in the feelings of the climax or do you worry about her being mad? By the time we were sophomores, Chelle and I had both learned to be good lovers. We knew how to play with each other, teasing then bringing the other to a climax. She was incredible with hands, lips, tongue, and pussy.
I was surprised when she started hanging around with this guy at school, Alex. He was a jock and a dickhead as far as I was concerned.
That afternoon, when we got home, I asked Chelle, "Why you hanging around with Alex?"
"He's cool," she said.
"He's a dickhead," I said.
Chelle stormed off, slamming our bedroom door behind her. I waited a while before I went in. She was still steaming. "Maybe Mom was right. We do need separate rooms."
I was stunned. My whole world was spinning out of control. I had to grab on and make it stop but it wouldn't. "Why are you saying that?"
She sat up and looked at me. I could tell this was a thought out position. "I just think maybe we shouldn't be doing things anymore. You know, the things..."
I nodded. I knew what things. "But we don't need separate rooms."
"Well, I was just thinking, if you and I aren't doing things, then maybe we'll want other people over. You know, maybe you'll want some girl over and you won't want me in the room."
It was clear. Alex. "Chelle, you can't do it with Alex. He's a dickhead."
"Quit saying that," she screamed.
"He is. All he ever talks about is, 'Lindsey gave me a blowjob, ' or 'Megan gives great head, ' or 'Patrice is a whore. She'll fuck anybody.' You want him telling all the guys in school about you?"
"Shut up. Just shut up! You're just jealous because I have a boyfriend. I'm going to ask mom about separate rooms," she stormed off out of our room.
I chased her, "Chelle!" I caught her in the kitchen. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest, breathing hard and red in the face. I knew I had to tread lightly, carefully or I could really screw things up. "Listen. Please." She finally dropped her arms. "Okay, if I promise not to say anything about Alex will you promise not to say anything to mom about separate rooms?"
"I don't know," she said.
"If I tell mom what Alex says in the gym she'll never let you even talk to him," I played my trump card.
"You wouldn't," she said.
"I would if you asked for separate rooms," I told her.
"But how can we..." she paused.
"Chelle, we have always been able to tell each other anything. All we gotta do is ask the other to not come in to the room. Hell, they can act as lookout for the folks. We just promise to help each other," I said reasonably.
I could tell she hadn't thought of that, actually helping each other. "Maybe," she said tentatively.
"Think about it," I had given it my best shot.
"Mom says I'm too young to date," Chelle complained.
"That's funny," I commiserated. Quietly, "We been doing it for two years and you're too young."
She slapped her pillow. "I know!" She sat up on her bed and patted next to her. This was a good sign. It was the first time she had invited me over since our blowup. I sat down, wondering what was up. "She said I could go out with you."
"We could date?" I asked puzzled.
"No, stupid. If you went along then I could go with Alex."
"The three of us?" I asked getting more puzzled.
"You are dense. Does gravity bend around your head?" she teased me.
"Very funny."
"No, you take a girl and we can double date. Mom said we could do that," Chelle said hopefully.
"I don't know any girls," I protested.
"Emily thinks you're cute," she said.
Emily was one of Chelle's group, about five girls that always hung out together at school. She was cute, with a killer body. She had long wavy blonde hair. "She said that?"
"More than once. Ask her to the movies Saturday. Please," Chelle begged.
That's how I wound up on a double date. Dad took the four of us to the mall Saturday afternoon. We hung out and talked, hung with our friends a little. The girls went shopping and Alex and me went to the Sears and watched football on the TVs. I really did try to be nice to him but I just knew this was not going to turn out good. We ate at the food court and went to a movie.
About half way through, Alex and Chelle started kissing. I tensed up. I was really getting mad about it when Emily leaned into me and whispered, "Do you want to sit somewhere else?"
"No."
"It's pretty natural, brothers being protective of their sister. But it's just kissing," she whispered.
I looked at Emily, really paying attention to her for the first time that day. She really was pretty even in the flickering light of the theatre. She held my eye and smiled. It just seemed natural to lean towards her. Our lips met and we kissed. I had never kissed a girl other than Chelle. It was electric. As we parted, Emily whispered, "Wow, you've had some practice."
I'm sure I blushed but I doubt she could tell in the darkness. But it did make me realize how unusual Chelle and I were and how that strangeness could have potential pitfalls, like explaining how I learned to kiss.
I didn't need to think it through, since Emily leaned back towards me and we were kissing again. We were going at it hot and heavy when my hand slid down and caressed her breast. I had done it without thinking. After all, that would have been natural for the past two years when Chelle and I were kissing. Emily jerked away. "Mike," she said.
"What?"
She made an exasperated sound, then whispered strongly, "You can't do that."
"Oh, sorry," I said, not really sorry, but trying to understand why I couldn't do that when Chelle and I did it all of time. Emily turned back to watch the movie. I did also. I could see Alex and Chelle kissing out of the corner of my eye. It really bugged me. The movie ended not long after.
We called Dad and he said he'd be there in a few minutes. The four of us were waiting at one of the exits. Chelle and Alex sidled away so they could talk. Emily looked at me and said, "You didn't sound sorry."
"Well, I guess I wasn't sure why I couldn't do that."
"Because it was too soon," Emily said. "You guys think you can have anything."
"Emily, I didn't do it for me. I did it to make you feel good," I said. "It doesn't feel good to me. Except that I like making a girl feel good."
She looked surprised. "You've done it before?"
"Lots. I mean, you know, I've maybe done it some," I stumbled along running out of steam knowing I had talked too much already.
"No wonder you know how to kiss," Emily said. "And the girls liked it?"
I blushed, worried that I might have to explain which girl liked it, but I nodded anyway. I think the blush worked in my favor. Emily assumed I was trying to be protective of the girls' honor who had allowed such intimacies.
"Oh," she said.
Dad showed up then. We climbed into the van, Emily and I sitting in the back seat, Alex and Chelle in the middle. Emily snuggled up to me when we sat. I was a bit surprised figuring I had blown my chances with her. I had my hand on her shoulder when she raised that arm encouraging my hand to slide down. As it reached the level of her breast, she looked at me expectantly. I wasn't sure. Quietly she said, "It's okay." My hand slid around and cupped her breast. I knew how Chelle liked to be touched. I did that to Emily. I felt her nipple get hard and erect as I teased it. Her breathing changed. I kept playing and teasing as we drove. Alex's house was first. We stopped and let him off. After he left, Chelle turned around to talk with Emily. She saw where my hand was. Emily jerked away.
Chelle smiled and asked, "So did you enjoy it? The movie?"
Emily was speechless. "Yeah," I answered. "I thought the movie was okay."
Emily had regained her speech and said. "I thought it was good, especially the part where they were trapped."
Chelle winked at Emily and said so Dad couldn't hear, "It is fun when they get trapped." Emily blushed as Chelle started in about the movie in a normal voice. Emily made barely audible responses as we drove her home.
When we got there, I walked her up to the door. I wondered what the hell I was supposed to do. I mean, a big kiss? But Chelle and Dad were watching.
"I had fun," Emily said.
"Sorry about Chelle," I said.
Emily got a look on her face, not mad but something close. "I'll get even Monday."
"Good," I said which made us both laugh.
I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, which I think was the right thing. "See you Monday."
"Yeah," I said as she disappeared into her house.
At school the next week, Chelle hung around Alex a lot and Emily started sitting with me at lunch. It felt funny because I had always sat with Chelle. It seemed that Emily and I were an item, at least, she seemed to think so and her friends, including Chelle, thought so.
On Saturday, the folks went to visit Grandma. It was a good three hours there and back. We begged off for homework reasons. Yeah, right. So we knew they wouldn't be home till after dinner. They told us to fix dinner for ourselves. Chelle had known about the trip on Friday, and unknown to me, had invited Alex and Emily over. Emily arrived first. The three of us talked for a few minutes until Alex arrived. Chelle dragged him back to our room and closed the door. I looked at Emily, uncomfortable with it all.
"Mike, are you always going to be so protective of Chelle? She's going to have boyfriends. Someday she'll get married."
"I don't know. I just don't like Alex." There, I said it.
Emily paused. "I don't either. I guess I understand, then." She was on the couch and I was in a chair. "Would you like to sit by me?"
I smiled and came over, plopping down next to her. In a moment, we were kissing. This time when my hand found her tit she pressed back against it, moaning as I twirled and teased her nipples. We were both getting pretty worked up when Emily broke away. "We need to stop."
"Why?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.
"We'll get carried away," she said.
"What do you mean, carried away?" I asked.
"Carried away. Do something we don't want to," she answered.
"Why would we do that? You just do what you want to. I mean, you kiss or other things..." I hesitated realizing I might be saying more than I should.
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