Twin Passions

Candy Quinn

Contents

Preamble

Teaser…

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

About the Author

Also by Candy Quinn

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Preamble

Book Themes:

barely legal, twincest, BDSM, breeding

Word Count:

23,793

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Teaser…

“Zach,” she whispered, her voice tinged with lust and worry, combining into a small, barely audible word. His name. He’d heard her say it over and over, since they were just kids, and yet now it was so adult. So... sexual. Her arms wrapped around him and her lips met his, tentatively at first.

He put one of his hands through her blonde hair, so much like his own. His fingers rubbed over her scalp to the back of her head, and he cradled her as they kissed. Since they’d become sexually involved but days ago, he’d gotten so much more experienced. The more dominant he became, the more frequent he was upon her. “Sis.”

She hated it, and had told him as much, yet that expression on her face said anything but. Her eyes fluttered lustily as her peachy lips dropped open, and revealed her perfect, white teeth. She’d always been diligent about caring for her body, and out here was no different, though it required more creativity. Her thick, strong thighs curled about him, and she murmured softly, “Remember to be careful.”

He’d been fucking her ass so frequently since he’d introduced her to it, it was taking its toll and leaving her sore. “Stop worrying,” but this time it was a command, not a request, not an urging. It was a dark command, like she’d been becoming more familiar with as of late.

1

Being shipwrecked upon a tropical island was supposed to be the stuff of fantasies and dreams. Though the start of it for them was anything but. They weren’t alone at first; they had several companions, all of whom were great assets in surviving the environment. For as lovely and bountiful as the isle was with its fruit trees and fish, it was still a far cry from the comforts of home with its grocery stores and ovens.

Zach was a strong young man, fit and capable. Even before coming to the island, the blonde eighteen year old was an athlete. The whole trip was supposed to be something of an expedition to compete in various events about the Pacific. Instead, the ship, with their instructors and family, was lost and ran ashore.

Illness claimed the rest. It got the twins for a while too, and though Zach and Zahra recuperated, the others did not. It was strange to have to fend for themselves, but Zach had absorbed all his instructor–the old survivalist enthusiast–had to teach during their first weeks there. Now his golden, hard body was only fitter and more adapted to the climate than when he started.

All he wore were a pair of orange shorts as he inspected the old ship. Little was left of it; they’d stripped it down in the early days to help make their shelter. The hull was too devastated to possibly save, so the ship became merely building materials, and now all that was left were the worst of that.

It was a sad sight at first, seeing the skeletal remains of the boat, but Zach brushed his increasingly long blonde hair back from his face, his emerald eyes glittering in the sun and paid it a final farewell. Any day now, the ocean would claim what was left.

He’d gotten wet in the trip out to it, his hard, toned body glistening damply in the sun as he made his way back. The home he now shared with his sister was spa-cious for them. It was made as a spartan shelter for the five of them originally, but now its two stories suited the both of them well. The cabin of the old ship formed a bedroom, the old beds that were aboard it now combined for a spacious room. It kept them cool on the hottest days.

Zahra had just finished filleting the fish and he could see her bounding down, still with that spring in her step. She was only a few minutes younger, but her vibrant smile and positive outlook seemed perpetually youthful, even though her hands were pink with fish innards.

“Hey,” she grinned as she moved towards the water, her matching emerald eyes gazing over him with amusement, “Check this out.” She lifted her palms, flexing her fingers at him, “Supper!”

Her own golden tresses were already long, but the salt air made it wavier, and she had clipped it from out of her face, revealing her bra and panties that she now called her swim suit, even though the scandalous outfit was lacy and a bright gold against her own tanned flesh.

Zach would’ve found this place hell despite the beauty and bounty, if not for her. The loss of their companions and family, the loss of hope of ever getting home. He’d have given up. Instead, he found so many moments of happiness, like now.

Smiling broadly, his white teeth on display, he laughed at her as he approached. “You’ve taken care of everything,” he said affectionately. Zach tried not to stare over long at her. They’d lost a lot of shame since coming here, but he loved his sister deeply.

“The ocean’s about carried off what’s left of the ship,” he remarked , brushing his hair back and looking her over again. “Amazing that stuff still holds on,” he re-marked about her lacy underthings. His own shorts were worn and tattered, and a tight fit that cupped about his sizable package, especially when damp like it was then.

“Yea, well, mom pitched a fit at the price, but look who's laughing now,” she teased as she made her way down to the water, bending down and washing off her hands. It was hard not to stare when her back was too him and she was posed so provocatively, even if she didn’t intend it. Maybe especially if she didn’t intend it.

She finally rose back up, her hands clean but for the salt water and she kicked a bit of liquid at the wreckage, shrugging her shoulders, “Deserves to be taken anyways. What good’s it doin’ us here?”

Zach had been staring, and he was lucky enough to avert his gaze before she no-ticed, though nothing really hid the thick bulge that was snaking its way across his groin, outlined so completely and unmistakably through his worn shorts. “Yeah,” he said, looking off to the wreckage oblivious to the fact. Hands on his hips, his golden tanned chest was pushed out in such a masculine manner, “it’s just kind of an eyesore now.”

“Ruining our view of the horizon,” she grinned as she bounded back to him, staring just a couple of inches away. She was such a pretty girl, and that bra certainly wasn’t helping his arousal. It just barely covered her nipples and pushed the fleshy breasts up, begging them to be looked at. She smelled of the outdoors, of the sea air, and she smiled up at him with such love and devotion.

She might be helping him out, but he was always going to be her older brother. “I got the fish ready to cook anyways. You can do that.”

With a smirk and a roll of his eyes, Zach feigned insult at the chore. Truthfully, he liked their routine of passing off duties to one another; they had a natural knack for cooperation, and he enjoyed doing things for her as she did for him. “You owe me,” he said jokingly.

* * *

It didn’t take him long to start up the fire. Ben had taught him that amongst many other things in the time before that unknown tropical illness had claimed him. It was as he crouched down, preparing to fry the fish, that the awkwardly large, stiff erection shifted and pressed into him that he noticed how embarrassing a position he’d been in before his sister.

Zach’s cheeks flushed and he went about cooking as calmly as he could. “When we finish eating, would you like to go for a walk with me down the beach?”

“Sure,” she said as she plunked herself down in the sand, her arms pressing into the tiny white granules behind her as she looked up at him. Her ankles were crossed, and her body looked so lean and long. Though she was shorter than he by a good margin, she was still quite buff and with her new tan, he could see the lines of her biceps and the faint tracing of her abdominal muscles.

“I hate the smell of fish cookin’. Figured I’d be used to it out here,” she muttered as her head tilted back towards the sun, trying to deepen that golden tinge of her skin.

The long isolation was beginning to make Zach see things–see her–more differently. They had always been close, but not like this. Being around her, and only her, all the time, the both of them fitter, more attractive than ever before, and always near nude, it stirred his desires for her in ways he should have found disgusting, but couldn’t.

“I think it’s one of those things you never get used to,” he remarked, nothing able to hide that impressively sized dick throbbing in his shorts as he finished frying the fish and serving it up. “You’re looking better than ever these days, sis,” he remarked, his golden hued cheeks reddening a little, though the embarrassment wasn’t enough to make him look away.

If she noticed him throbbing, she was being exceptionally kind about it. Though that was often how she was. She used to volunteer at an animal shelter before moving up to a homeless shelter because ‘they needed it more’. Zahra was a lover at the core, and her gaze turned to him and softened at his compliment. “Hey, thanks. You too. Guess not wasting away in school is good for the body,” she teased as she began to peel the fish apart. She always played with her food.

Trying to hide his arousal would’ve only made him look silly and childish he real-ized. Well, he realized some time ago when he kept trying it around her. They didn’t really have much in the way of clothing left, so it was simply one of those things they had to accept.

Zach didn’t play with his food though, he just ate and enjoyed. The fresh caught fish was bare on flavouring, but it had a natural taste to it that was pleasing, especially after the hours of activity he’d just experienced. “It is nice,” he said absently, his eyes sliding over her as he thought. “I’m kinda glad I’m not wasting away in some university now,” he remarked, “this is more my thing when it gets down to it, sis.” Always the optimist.

“You don’t have to feel bad about being okay with this, you know,” she said as she popped that first bit into her mouth, the rest of it spread over one of the salvaged plates. “Not like feeling happy about it is going to keep us here forever or feeling shitty about us will get us saved.”

It was so matter of fact, the way she said that, but the way she looked at him was odd. It was almost pleading, though that wasn’t like her.

“That’s the thing,” he said immediately, looking to her with his large, emerald eyes, “I don’t feel bad about it,” he shrugged his golden-browned shoulders. “I have almost everything I could ever want here,” he remarked, shifting his legs to one side and leaning back on one palm as he picked off bits of his fish to eat. “I’ve got all the fitness and activities I could want, beautiful landscapes to do them on, and I’ve got you,” he said, his masculine voice taking on that almost romantic air.

“Hell,” he said with a faint smile that was so warm and genuine, “I could be happy if we were shipwrecked in Alaska as long as we were together. Everything else just makes it that much better.” His eyes dipped lower over her again, his manhood throbbing lewdly before he snapped his gaze back up from her breasts and figure.

She laughed, still pushing her food around on her plate and not looking towards him but for that last moment before he pulled his eyes away. “Don’t be silly,” she said with a grin as she popped some fish between her pink lips. “Alaska’s a horrible place to swim.”

Zach grinned and couldn’t help but laugh at that.

Putting his plate down he pushed himself over next to her, his hand sliding over atop one of hers. “Never heard of the Polar Bear divers?” he asked with a soft lilting humour. “I’d give in and give it a go. At least once,” he remarked cheekily, brushing back his hair and tilting his neck, looking so masculine and handsome. “You’d warm me up after, wouldn’t you sis?” his voice was low and husky, sounding more like he were on a date than talking with his sister.

“Polar Bear divers?” she asked, her brows furrowing and looking at him like he was crazy, “Fuck. I’d try it once. Then you could warm me up. If that flu or whatever couldn’t kill us, I doubt some icy water’s going to do the trick. We’re probably invincible now,” she smiled, her face so near to his as she joked with him.

Smiling at her, Zach was a mix of shy and affectionate, for the same reason on both counts. It was his sister. As wrong as it might be, it felt so natural for him to be at ease with her. He wasn’t the type to keep his thoughts and feelings from her. Ever.

“I think so too,” he retorted. Then, with the most abrupt twist of the subject he said, “I love you, Zahra,” though it didn’t sound like any of the familial ‘I love yous’ they’d shared in the past. This one was heartfelt in a whole other way, and with how he stared at her so dreamily, a twinkle of happiness and adoration in his eyes as he looked over her face. She could undoubtedly see through him as he leaned in slowly, closing that narrow gap between them as if drawn to her by some force beyond his control.

Her lips dropped open, her eyes narrowing in scrutiny as she leaned up, not closing the gap but changing it slightly as she shifted to stare at him. “Duh, Zach,” she murmured, but it was clear she understood. Still, it wasn’t what he expected, not really. It wasn’t the needy embrace he might have hoped for, but neither was it the self-conscious fear and revulsion. It was curiosity and interest.

She put her plate to the side, facing him as she crossed her legs. “Why’re you sayin’ that for?”

Zahra always managed to say the right thing, or the wrong thing when needed, and Zach could not push down his arousal at her, even as the heat rose to his cheeks so obviously. “Because,” he began, brushing back his growing bangs again from his forehead and eyes, “I have a lot of time to think here.” He shrugged, his Adam’s apple bulging as he hesitated, eyes dipping down over her reflexively before he looked back up.

“I’ve never cared for someone like I care for you sis,” he said on a sigh, his voice taking a different tone. He was willing his shyness down, speaking to her like a normal woman, not the one he’d emerged into existence with. “And more and more, I see you as... more,” he laughed softly, looking down, “More than just my sister, I mean,” smiling unevenly at his fumbling of the words.

“God, when’d you get so repetitive,” she teased him, but her face was more serious and introspective. Her lips quirked and she licked over them, tasting the salt and fish. It took her a moment before she stood, dusting the white sand from her tanned bottom and held out her hand for his. “C’mon, you said you wanted to take a walk.”

Perhaps he should have taken that as a rebuttal, but for Zach knowing Zahra, he knew better.

Rising up he took her hand and smiled at her, “Guess it’s just a bit harder for me to broach this subject,” he said as they began to walk barefoot down the white sandy beach. He couldn’t help but grip her hand firmly as they passed the green waves that reflected the light so hypnotically in the bright sun.

She was so beautiful, and as he walked beside her he couldn’t help but look down at her so appreciatively. “I feel like we’re more than just brother and sister as is anyhow.”

It was more likely she couldn’t look at him as they spoke, for now that her hand was interlaced with his and she looked straight ahead at the horizon, her voice was clear. “We might be out here for a long time. Maybe always. We could die out here, together, and I’m okay with that,” she started.

“And... come on, you know I love you. Of course I do. And... we’re alone. There isn’t mom and dad judging us, no friends to tell us we’re too close. There isn’t nothin’, Zach, but there’s risks, you know? To... emotional entanglement.”

They were down the beach a ways, its crystal shores so pristine as he pulled her to a stop, turning her around and taking hold of both her hands. He forced her to meet his emerald gaze, not letting her escape him, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t risk for you,” he declared softly but so sincerely. “And there’s nothing I don’t already feel for you,” he stated.

Hesitating, he swallowed and smirked, “They always were worried about us heading this way, weren’t they?” he remarked, staring off for a moment before looking right back to her. “Like you said... all the warnings to make new friends. That’s what it was about, wasn’t it?”

“Probably,” she agreed, though she wouldn’t meet his gaze, instead staring at his chest. It wasn’t much better, but it was almost impossible to see those familiar eyes. “But I mean...” her head tilted and she swallowed, her hand squeezing his, “Fuck. Just... it could be weird.”

Zach pulled her gently closer, their two hard, toned bodies very nearly meeting as he smiled softly. “What risks are you worried about, sis?” he said so softly, “That I’d stop loving you? Stop being your best friend?” He shook his head, his golden hair swaying, “God I love you, Zahra.”

“That we’d be rescued? And we’d have to go back to the world, all salt water drunk and in love...” she trailed off but finally her eyes lifted to his. They were gleaming more in the dipping sun and he could see the tears she was holding back. “That we’ll start to hate each other out here with no one else around? That we’d just use each other ‘til we get back on land.”

That made Zach’s brow crease in sadness, and he pulled his hands from hers, slipping his arms around her. It was a bit awkward at first, pulling her against him, their hard bodies pressed, his manhood still so rigid. “Oh Zahra,” he said softly, and he leaned in kissing cheek and nuzzling against it. “When I said I loved you, and... tried to broach this with you. I didn’t mean as a last resort...” he shook his head and hugged her tight, resting his chin at her neck. “I mean what mom and the others feared came true. All this time together? It made me realize... I love you. Wrong and dirty and in such a filthy way,” he husked into her ear so lowly, “but I love you. And I had for so long.”

Her lace bra pressed against his ribs as her hands wrapped around his back, her nails tracing against his shoulder blades as he embraced her. Their bodies were so warm from absorbing the sun all day, and it just felt so good and so uncomfortable all at once.

“Zach,” she murmured against his chest, and it wasn’t a reprimand or an argument. It was just a soft, whimpered name, filled with love and adoration and hesitation. “What if we’re rescued tomorrow, huh? What would you do?”

He rubbed a hand over her back, up through her long blonde hair to the back of her head as he kissed her shoulder, then her neck. His other palm rested atop her lower back, feeling the edge of her panties, “We’ve got nobody left Zahra, but each other. If we went back... I’d take you somewhere where we could just be us. Where nobody knew us as anything but the hottest couple they’ve ever seen,” he said, smiling in good humour.

“Fuck, you’re so conceited,” she murmured, but there was a lusty tinge to her honeyed voice. She swallowed against his mouth, feeling him kissing her so wantonly and her body shifted in the sand as her hands pressed to his chest, pushing him away with just a bare amount of strength.

“Zach, you have to be serious about this, okay?” she pleaded with him, those eyes watering. “I can’t just be... this... paradise last resort. I can’t be just... I mean, fuck, we could really screw things up,” she whimpered.

Pushed away just the tiny bit, she could see that his eyes glistened too. It was emotional for him too, and he took her hands, pulling her back to him. “I meant it,” he insisted in a husky, firm voice, “I want to be with you forever,” he kissed softly at her cheek again, shyly skirting about her lips. “Zahra, when I try to think of me with someone else... it doesn’t even work. It’s just like... a round peg and a square hole.”

“God, is this why you never brought girls home? I just figured you’d know how hard I’d grill them to make sure they treated you right,” she said in that soft, almost dreamlike tone. It was a beautiful picture, the two tanned, blonde siblings holding one another in front of the setting sun over the endless waves.

Zach couldn’t help but throb against her; that was nature and instinct acting of its own accord. Otherwise he was sweet and tender, stroking a hand over her back and along her shoulder. “I tried not to think about it back then,” he confessed, “but yeah, I think so.”

His lips kissed softly beneath her ear, “I just wanted more time with you... always. From the moment I first desired women, it was you I wanted to be around, sis.” They swayed and stepped back and forth upon the sand with their nuzzling and touches, “This time together was just a blessing... space to let me come to terms with how I felt for you.”

“I always noticed. I mean since getting here,” she whispered. “I just figured that couldn’t be helped. That it was just ‘cause you were a boy and I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she paused and swallowed, and her voice was so quiet it was barely audible over the birds and the waves that sang and crashed around them, “I didn’t want to hope.”

Zach stilled then, for her words confirmed something more precious and meaningful to him than he would’ve dared hope. He needed a moment to calm his blood, to let that sink in as he slowly moved along her cheek until their lips aligned.

He kissed her there for the first time, plush and full, no more skirting her mouth sheepishly. His tongue snaked out to lap at her gingerly as he squeezed her body in against his, those full breasts mashed against his hard pecs.

It was so much, their youthful bodies so warm and wanting as her arms encircled him. She tugged him nearer and her mouth worked against his so much more frantically. It wasn’t the thoughtful, careful motions of him. Instead it was passion unleashed, her hand working up along his neck and into his hair, feeling him out so eagerly.

It felt wrong to be doing this, Zach realized, but the rightness of it outweighed that. It was so much better to give in, to let his hands slide over her body, feel out her flesh and move down to palm a cheek and squeeze than it was to resist and be a good brother.

As her excitement grew, so did his, and he gave a low groan as he kissed her back passionately. He was barely even aware of it as his free hand stroked along her spine to find the clasp of her bra, undoing it in his lusty haze as his manhood swelled and pulsed so rapidly.

Her arms slipped from the lacy material and she let it cling between them, that fabric pressed against his chest and hanging on so tenaciously between those hard muscles and her large chest. It wasn’t until she pulled away from his mouth that she let it fall, and her eyes were on his as she took a step back, letting him look at her in her topless glory. Her nipples had already hardened, and the breasts barely budged from her bra. They were so firm and youthful, even at their size, and they had the perfect little dip to them above her firm stomach.

The stare he gave, that obscene throb of his cock, it all spoke of his desire. How he’d yearned to gaze on her in the nude, to catch glimpses of her when he could. To see her like this though, was beyond his hopes. “Dammit sis,” he said, shaking his head, those eyes so wide and wanting. “How could I ever want anyone else?” he asked, unable to tear his eyes away.

It was a struggle to regain his senses enough to break from his immobile stare, but in fairness, he pulled down his worn orange shorts, letting the tight fabric peel away until he was standing completely nude.

It was one thing to know of his desire for her, to see it through his shorts, but there, before her, fully exposed was another. It was so large, so thickly full of arousal that its veins bulged lewdly, what she could see of its crown from its par-tially peeled back foreskin so angrily dark. It bobbed beneath a tuft of his blonde pubic hair as he moved back towards her. “I’ll never want anyone but you,” he promised.

It was her turn to stare, her eyes dipping down and her mouth parting in such need and desire. He had no idea if she was still a virgin. She had boyfriends, more than a couple, but they only lasted a couple of weeks before she was over them and back to doing her own thing with her girlfriends. Or him. Mostly him.

Her hands found his shoulders again as she gazed up at him, feeling that thick member throb against her hard stomach. “Damnit, Zach,” she murmured. “It’s not like we have goddamned condoms out here.”

He seemed to visibly wince at that reminder, even as his hands stroked across her backside to her ass and along the side of her generous breast. How supple and firm it felt, it was exquisite. He could never have dreamt of a better pair of breasts, he decided, his thumb skirting her nipple as he rubbed.

Zach kissed her cheek, her lips, looking to her with his wide, wanting eyes. “What’ll we do then?” he asked, his thumb hooking in her panties and tugging down so achingly slow, dragging the lacy material over the firm swell of her ass cheeks. “I need you so bad, sis. All my life I’ve needed you. And now? Knowing you’ve wanted me too...” he shook his head, “I don’t think I can put ‘us’ off any longer.”

She stepped out of it, her body so deliciously nude before him. He could see the tanline of her panties, but it was only then he realized that there was no such dif-ference along her breasts and that she must have been tanning topless when he wasn’t around. It was agony to think of missing such a thing, of coming upon her on the beach and seeing her so exposed, but this was even better. The way he could feel her body against his, the real flesh and blood, the same flesh and blood, rushing through her.

“We’ll figure it out,” she murmured as her mouth pressed to his once more, silencing him.

He met her kiss with such a fury of passion, as if their combined nudities had sealed fate and he was resigned to it completely now, without reservations. All about her his hands moved, feeling out her smooth, tan flesh, groping and squeezing her round buttocks and firm, large tit.

It was such lust driven need, and he gripped her body, pushing her down towards the sand. As their tongues danced, and they made out in such a frenzy, he was desperate to have her, to get her down onto her back and be atop of her hard body. He groaned out, ‘sis’ in the midst of their kissing, shameless in his nudity and passion as that well hung cock swelled against her.

Her body sank under his weight and she gasped, her face contorting in need and awareness, her body writhing against him despite it. “You can’t ever tell,” she begged him as her hips angled towards him so needily. They’d been out here alone for so long, neither of them was thinking that clearly. Not in the paradise, secluded from society and their judgments. It was just them and the remnants of their teachings from before, the unspoken taboos that they were so dangerously close to spitting on.

With her down before him like that, her body displayed on offering, he twisted his own torso, dragging the underside of that thick girth along her slit. “I will keep any secret, do any thing, as long as I can have you,” he responded. He held himself up over her with one hand, refusing to let go of her breast with the other as he began to push that bulging tip against her folds, pressing that large cock down into her.

He didn’t have a basis for comparison, but the way she whimpered and winced below him made it so obvious, even if she was trying to be strong. Even if she was trying to treat this as if it was only a big deal because he was her twin and because those perfect, tanned bodies should never intermingle, she was giving him something she’d given no one else before. As his hips pressed in just a bit further she let out a gasp of air, her head tilting back as she squirmed into the sand, the clasp in her hair falling out.

That only made this so much more satisfying. “You saved it for me,” he said in a groaning gasp, the sensations nearly overwhelming him. For he was no more experienced than her in this. He was as virginal as she, and as he sank down into her, erasing their innocence in the most depraved, taboo of manners, he shook with the pleasure of it, moaning lewdly as her quim gripped his thick girth.

Her eyes watered and her cheeks flushed as he pointed her prior virginity out, her head tilted to the side as she tried to breath through the pain. All the while she coaxed him in, though, her body opening for him like a flower in the sunlight. “Zach, gentle,” she pleaded, her tight body so delicate after the tearing of her hymen.

He was as new to this as she was, and in his excited haste he wasn’t aware of how rough he had been, his bulbous crown having hit the back of her depths before he could ease off at her warning. “S-sorry sis,” he murmured, leaning in and kissing her lips softly, even as he clutched her breast and throbbed with desire inside her deflowered cunt. “I’ve never done this before either,” he confessed to her, breathing so heavily.

Her eyes caught his and there was such love there. It was something so special for her, for surely she figured her brother would have long ago given it up. To have thought of him suffering through puberty alone with how often she’d caught him awkwardly readjusting himself while watching t.v. or playing games together was heartbreaking and... exciting.

Their well-tanned forms lay intermingled in the sand so beautifully, his thickness splaying her vaginal folds as his legs lay parted atop her. It took him effort just to resist his nature, but he kissed her soothingly upon the lips. “I told you... I could never see me with anyone but you,” and she could tell it was true. Those emerald eyes of his could never get a lie past her, and there was nothing but truth in them as he began to slowly pull back and push in again, such short movements, so slow but so needful.

It helped that she was so wet, even though it was strange to see some blood marring his beautiful cock. She swallowed, not watching his member and her sex press together, her eyes instead on him. There was such love and exquisite agony upon her face, and her hands moved to his jaw, holding him with such reverence.

“You feel so right,” she whimpered softly, nerves combating her words.

Zach’s brows melted and he looked to her so softly, so needfully. “You feel more perfect than I imagined you would,” he said in a husky whine, conjuring such images of this golden beauty of a man fantasizing about her–his sister–time and time again as his beast of a cock strained and tortured him. It didn’t now though, for he slowly continued to pump that thick girth into her, sliding its veiny length in and out of her slick, deflowered petals.

She was so tight, even with the moisture of her cunny. That need for him was making her burn hot against his shaft, throbbing and tugging on him. The sun was dipping lower and lower and it made both of them look so much lovelier as they rut in the sand, their bodies intermingled with such love and passion.

It was agony and beauty combined into one, taboo ecstasy that threatened them both.

Zach couldn’t possibly have held on long in the face of such excessive pleasure, and as his round, hard ass rose up for the last time he gasped. Plunging down he quaked, his hard, sculpted body shaking, eyes fluttering shut, the whole of him seized by more pleasure than he could handle. It was exquisite to watch him as he came, pumping his seed into his sister's tight, waiting depths, and there was so much of it. It was a seemingly endless stream of his rich cream to add to her honey slickness and crimson virginal blood.

She gasped, her eyes widening, and yet she didn’t try to push him away. She should have. She would have been smart to, but the way her body trembled against him made her wonder if she wanted this too. To feel his cock spurt within her, to see his body contort with such need atop of hers. The way her pussy clenched and massaged him and her mouth dropped apart seemed to point to yes.

When at last the overwhelming sensations seemed to fade, Zach quivered and kissed her. “Sorry,” he murmured so apologetically, “so sorry sis,” and it was sin-cere. He knew what he’d done was reckless, dangerous, and there was remorse on his voice. But even amidst the remorse, she never felt him soften, no, that thick shaft instead slipped back then pushed in again. He began to pump himself into her sodden cunt as if he’d never cum at all, resuming his growing thrusts.

She whimpered, but it wasn’t in agony or anger. Even though tears streamed from her eyes, it seemed only happiness and love flooded her, and the way she clung to him was so needy. She didn’t let him go, her body wrapping around him as she kept begging him in again and again. She loved him, and she wanted this more than either of them could reconcile. She wanted him. Her twin, her lover.

His motions grew faster, harder. The virility of youth pushed him on as he wetly slapped against her, his sizable balls making such a sound against her round ass. All the while he watched her as their golden-brown bodies moved in unison, such a picture of perfect harmony. “Oh god sis,” he groaned, clutching her breast with one hand and sliding the others fingers through her hair, “you are so perfect. I waited for you for so long... and it was worth it,” he whimpered with lust, his cock never losing any of its rigidity as he thrust down into her.

The threat of pregnancy was so much more real out here, alone and without birth control or doctors, yet she never tried to stop him. Never pushed him away, and the way her mouth and lips pressed against his spoke to her not caring. Even with that risk, it wasn’t enough for her to want him to stop fucking her.

Rubbing his fingers through her hair along her scalp and pumping his cock into her, all Zach could think about was wanting to remain within her forever. Nothing felt so right as being balls deep inside his sister’s once-virginal cunt, and he never wanted it to end. Never wanted to have to pull out of her and cease the pleasurable rubbing of their loins.

The wet slapping, the increased groaning. It was all building up again, and she could feel him swell so rapidly, his cock so rigid as it seemed he brought himself up to another release inside her. He had to gasp for air between their lips as his fingers dug hard into her firm breast. Her cunny milked him of his risk laden seed, clenching his cock so tightly, begging her twin brother to cum in her.

Her nipple was hard against his palm and she moaned so wantonly in that half pain, half pleasure tone that just begged for more. Her body arched and her arms wrapped around him as the hot breath grew between them, the beach retaining the heat from the sun even as darkness spread around them.

She could feel him tug away, as if trying to pull out, but the strong grip of her firm, athletic legs wouldn’t relent, not fast enough. Not even if she wanted to. Instead, with a loud cry, he shuddered and crested another climax, resigning himself to cumming inside her. His dick expanded in its release so lewdly, spewing such a thick load so soon after the last.

The second of his climaxes seemed to grip him more than the first, and it was a thing of beauty to see his face contort in such ecstasy, all because of her. All be-cause they finally got what their two bodies, so alike, so similar, truly needed.

When finally he lay atop her, sensitive and spent, his body twitching every time she shifted, her mouth came against his again, her nose nuzzling his as they kissed so long on the beach of paradise. Brother inside sister, sister wrapped around brother, both of their tanned, beautiful bodies finally at peace.

That smile on her face and the glint in her eyes spoke only of good things to come.

2

-Part 2-

The sun was high overhead, though the fronds blocked out most of its light from Zach’s shoulders. He was watching the mother boar tend to her piglets. Watching and thinking.

If he had a way to spear one of them, Zahra and him could eat boar meat for days. Could even maybe dry it out and have it as some kind of jerky for a while. It wasn’t as if food were in short supply for them, not at all. The island was lush with fruit and fish. But seeing these animals he began to think of other possibilities. Suddenly having meat never seemed so important.

He began to turn and leave when the snuffling ceased, then abruptly grew loud. He didn’t need to look back to know the large boar was charging him, and he took off. Back in civilization Zach had been an athlete, and his tan, golden skin still wrapped tightly about firm, hard muscle that carried him through the jungle trees quickly.

Breathing hard he knew he was keeping ahead of the boar, but as time went on he’d entered into an area of the island he wasn’t familiar with. He stumbled, but that made him only move on faster, throwing more of his strength into the run. His shaggy blonde hair bounced about his head as he made way through the shrubs.

He wasn’t sure the boar was still chasing when he tripped over a rock and fell, but the fall was terrifying.

Toppling below he went crashing into a hidden grotto, snagging himself on branches as he went. They scraped at his hard flesh and tore at his shorts but when he hit bottom... it was with a splash.

Fresh water was what he tasted. Fresh and crystal clear. Even as he shook with fright at the whole incident that thought occurred to him. Though second came the sheer beauty of where he had landed.

The lagoon he’d fallen into was amidst a recess in the ground, whose sides rose several meters, except where the stream broke through to a path that headed through the dirt and into the ground, seemingly its final destination.

It was perfect, he realized. Even as the adrenaline pumped through him and he stood up from the lagoon, water cascading off his stunning physique, leaving him shiny and spectacular, he brushed his long blonde hair back and marvelled at it all. The waterfall on the opposing end was stunning. The overhand a perfect place to hide out from the sun or rain.

Ideas overwhelmed him. He had to get back to Zahra and tell her of this, he realized. She was probably wondering at where he was, because they rarely left each other’s sides these days. He told her he was going to get her some food, and the oddness of that she brushed off as an offer of generosity. Now he had something more remarkable to tell her about.

As he began to walk towards the incline where the stream had worn down the dirt wall, he felt the drag of his torn shorts. They were damaged now, and before he could curse his luck he instead removed them entirely. “Fuck it,” he muttered, standing nude, his sizable cock and balls loose and free now as he tossed the torn garment aside. “We’re passed that point anyhow,” and they were. After all, once he’d confessed his unnatural love of his sister and they’d consummated it, little was left hidden between them.

* * *

He saw her waiting for him, her brow furrowed beneath that beautiful crown of hair. When she saw he was nude, though, her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened, moving towards him with concern. “Where were you?” she gasped as her generous breasts pushed into his arm.

They were twins, and with their blonde hair and tanned skin, it was easy to see the resemblance. They were both attractive, and had been chased all through high school, but both were still virgins when they were wrecked upon the tropical island.

She hugged him, her toned body surrounding him. Her thighs and ass were shapely, her breasts equally so, and she felt so good pressed against him.

Zach put his arm around her in return and kissed her head, a big toothy smile on his face. “Missed me that much, did ya sis?” he said, cheerful as ever as their tan bodies tangled up and he went with her to their little makeshift home on the beach. It was made of the remnants of the ship they’d came there on, put together by themselves and their old coach before he died of some illness with their parents.

The water had already dried on his body on the walk back, the powerful tropical sun leaving him smooth and dry.

“You had me worried. Weirdo,” she sighed as she walked at his side, their warm, bronzed skin rubbing against one another. “What took you so long anyways? And what’s wrong with the food we have, huh?”

Zach merely laughed. Before they came to the spot he pulled her around to his front, shamelessly nude in front of her, even though it was but the day before they’d broken that barrier between them. Done what no siblings ever should. “You’re right,” he said, giving her a big kiss on the lips. “We’ll eat in tonight,” he jested, his emerald eyes moving down over her, devouring her beautiful, bronzed form, the perfect pair for his own.

She waited for just another beat before finally her eyes dropped, “Where’s your shorts?”

Cocky and full of himself he shrugged his shoulders, “Don’t need ‘em anymore,” he declared. “Tossed ‘em in the jungle.” He gave her an obvious look over, even though he’d just done that already unwittingly. “Not like you need yours now either,” he added with a wry grin, his manhood twitching to life before her, expanding and rising with rapid speed.

“Zach,” she groaned, pushing his shoulder. “Fuck, I thought you were going to tell me they were ripped off or something.” She was still in her golden lingerie, that lacy bra pushing up her breasts, and the underwear doing almost nothing to hide her round ass cheeks. She was, however, modest compared to his newfound nudism.

Zahra moved away from him and over to a pile of fruit, grabbing one and beginning to prepare it for dinner, “You can be naked all you want, you pervert, but I’m not going to. Wanna grab the fish?” she motioned to some of the fish she had caught yesterday, having left them in a salt water bucket just outside the door.

Her dismissal was nothing strange really, though it irked him a bit. He went over and grabbed the bucket all the same, lifting it up, his bicep swelling as he carted the heavy pale to her, shamelessly sporting a sizable erection as he stood before her. “I’ve got good news, sis,” he said confidently. “Somethin’ special.”

“Oh?” she asked as she sliced off another piece of melon, beginning to mash them into a paste. She could be quite the cook, when she cared to, and it didn’t take her long to prepare a sweet paste to roll the fish in. “What’d you find?” Excitement edged her voice as she went through the repetitive task of filleting the fish and preparing them in the sauce.

His round eyes were glued to her, he didn’t know why, but something about the whole task piqued his interest. He crouched down, thighs spread and loins bared as he rested his elbows to his legs. “Your lover’s found a new home for you,” he said with smooth confidence. “Something much nicer than this ratty old place,” he said of their beachfront hideaway dismissively.

Her nose crinkled as she looked towards his eyes, not daring to drop her gaze to his throbbing package. “Look, Zach, don’t call us that, alright? It’s weird. Just..” she took in a deep breath and turned back to her work. She was such a pretty young woman, his twin, and he could swear her cheeks were flushed. It was so unlike her, though.

“What’d you find?”

His brows furrowed at her rebuke. He’d swore to be true to her, not to treat what they had as some act of desperation that they’d regret if they ever got off the island. As far as he was concerned, that meant they were lovers. No, more than that.

He brushed it aside though, watching her work. “I found us a beautiful grotto, sis,” he said, his confident smile returned. “Freshwater. Waterfall to bath in. A place to hide out from the rain, should it ever rain,” he clarified, for the weather had been so beautifully sunny all the time. “Safe and secure,” he declared toothily.

Anxiety melted from her and was replaced with a broad, happy smile. It was obvious she was afraid, terrified of what had happened between them. What it meant for their future, and what would happen if they were ever found, but she still loved him. Adored him.

“A waterfall? Really? How far?” Zahra asked excitedly.

With a shrug of his shoulders he said, “A nice ways inland, but it’s beautiful, Zahra. You’ll just die,” though he worried she’d object to it because it’d make them harder to find. Frankly, since she’d accepted his declaration of desire, he’d almost stopped caring about getting rescued. “I figure we’ll pack up and move in tomorrow,” he asserted. “Bright and early.”

“But there’s not a house, is there? Where would we sleep?” It wasn’t like their place was a castle, built from the wreckage of their ship, but it was comfortable enough. It had almost become home, since they landed there weeks back.

He mulled that over a moment as he watched her work, never losing that obscene erection. “I’ll handle it,” he declared authoritatively then smiled, as if it was all under control. “All I gotta do is strip out some of the things we need and carry ‘em in land to our new home,” never mind the daunting nature of such a task, he’d figure it out, he assured himself.

“Are you sure, Zach? I mean, what’s wrong with this place? If it’s not far we can go out to the waterfall and just bring back some fresh water and grab a shower.” She moved from her makeshift counter out to the small, smoldering fire, putting the braised fish on a pan overtop it.

Zach felt exasperated with her, though he wasn’t sure why. He had predicted she’d find fault with his idea the entire way back. In fact, she always had. Part of what made them a strong pair was that she always had criticisms or ideas of her own to go with his.

“This way’ll be better,” he insisted, and he realized his arousal had already started to go down. “It’ll be easier to protect,” though protect from what? “And easier to care for and maintain, sis. It’ll be better, trust me.”

She laughed as she flipped the fish, looking at him with such amusement, “Yea, we’re both run off our feet out here, we could definitely use less cleaning.” She shifted and crossed her legs, revealing that bronzed body beneath her golden underwear, a wide smile parting her lips. “Fuck, Zach. Why’re you so desperate to get away from this place? I like it here.”

“I’m not,” he insisted a bit too vehemently. Though he got up and went to her, sat down in the sand and put his arms around her. “Don’t you see, sis? It’s the opposite,” he pulled her in against him and kissed her head. “I wanna do something more long term. Permanent,” he stated.

He took a breath and his chest swelled, his voice sounding more certain. “I’m with you for good, sis. Which means I’m gonna set us up with a better home. A good home. Where you won’t have to worry about getting the fresh water, or cleaning up. It’ll all be there. And you’ll be safe,” he kissed her again, his voice having grown lower. “Trust me. I’ve thought about this a lot,” he said with a broad, self-confident smile.

“A lot? Zach, you just found it,” she said softly, her hand stroking against his. She felt so warm against his flesh, like she’d been tanning all afternoon. “We’ve been here since the start, we’re safe here, aren’t we? And then if people come looking for us...”

He pulled her against him tight, his two strong arms about her athletic form, holding her close as he kissed her temple, her cheek. “Fuck ‘em,” he said, though he knew that wasn’t the right response immediately. “We’ll leave something here as a sign,” he insisted. “I’ve thought of everything, don’t worry,” he assured in a husky, masculine voice, deeper than she was used to him speaking in, though he rubbed her with his two hands and held her affectionately as he said it.

He knew she loved him. She’d said as much, confessed to him just the day prior that she had deep feelings for him, and she’d never been with another man. Not until him.

Still, even as she rubbed his hands he could tell she was uncertain, skeptical. “How about you take me there and we’ll talk about it. Decide together.”

That never would’ve bothered him before, though now...

He sat there with her in his arms, his arousal gone now, though he kissed her tenderly. “You’ll see,” he insisted, tacitly giving in without quite saying it.

He’d spent the bulk of the night working on a project. Using a knife and a pole from the old ship, Zach had tried to fashion a spear. He wasn’t quite satisfied it would hold up to actual use with the boar yet, but he’d work on it, he decided. With a few quick motions he tested it out against one the nearby trees, slashing and stabbing to test how tightly the implement was bound.

She’d gone swimming until it became too dark, and then padded around restlessly, watching him work before getting frustrated and walking into the small hut, then out once more. It wasn’t like Zahra to be bored, and she usually had no trouble filling her time, even on the isolated island. Her twin knew her so well, though, and when she plumped down on the beach behind him, he knew something was on her mind.

“Zach, you think they’re gonna find us?” she asked in a small voice.

He looked to her, his brows furrowed. It bothered her to see her upset, but he pushed it aside, stuck his makeshift spear into the sand and sat beside her, putting her arm around her. “Oh sis,” he said in a deep voice. “Even if they don’t, we always have each other,” he said reassuringly. He tugged her close and kissed her neck, nuzzling beneath her ear. “So either way this goes, there ain’t nothin’ to worry about. Either back home, or here on a tropical paradise, we’ll do great.”

She nodded and relaxed against him, her hand resting on his thigh casually. He was so nude and exposed, but she only worried he’d hurt himself somehow. The little bit of clothes she wore, that was her little piece of armour, of protection. “It’s just...” she said softly, but didn’t finish.

The nudity she saw as weakness made him feel more in command, more powerful. Like he had nothing to hide. “Go on, sis,” he urged, his hands stroking over her smooth, tan flesh, on up to the side of her chest, skirting her breast as he held her.

“Zach, what if we get sick? Or if we get pregnant?” For all her bravado only a day ago about being immune to illness after surviving the epidemic that passed through their small community, she was frightened of it now.

Or, at least, that was the cover for her real concern.

Zach, however, was immune to such worries. “Hey now,” he urged, squeezing her in tighter against him. “We’re invincible, remember?” he smiled brightly and pulled her face up towards his. “You and me? Ain’t two more healthy and gorgeous people alive, sis,” he declared with a toothy grin.

Pregnancy didn’t bother him. Not like he thought it might’ve. And he knit his fingers through her blonde hair, pulled her close as he leaned in to kiss her on the lips. It was a sweet and romantic thing, and his one hand gently slid from her side to her breast, those strong fingers clasped the firm mound.

She was so soft against him, so eager, yet she felt her fingers go to his chest and push him away, her twin eyes meeting his. “Zach, we gotta be careful,” she pleaded, sealing his answer with a kiss. She had no doubt he’d respect her request, for he’d always been that type of man.

The push away shocked him, he wasn’t expecting her to rebuff him, and he looked at her with wide, blinking eyes.

It took a moment for him to get over that, and he softened his expression again, reached up and stroked a hand across her cheek and through her hair. “You’re so full of worry, Zahra. That’s not like you,” he said, not quite closing the distance put between them. “You don’t need to though. You can leave the worrying to me. Trust me,” he urged in a husky voice.

She laughed, her fingers squeezing his thigh, “I know. It’s just... weird. Isn’t it weird?”

With her fingers so near to his manhood, and so near to something romantic, his shaft was full and hard. How quickly he’d lost his embarrassment about that. “It’s only weird if we decide it’s weird,” he said confidently, a broad smile on his face as he moved back in, slipping into the embrace. “It’s just you and me now,” and his hand was upon her breast again, feeling her over the thin material of her gold bra.

She breathed in deep as he felt that fleshy mound, her body shifting towards him as her mouth found his once more. She still tasted of the melon they had for dessert and it was so cool and refreshing as the sun set behind them. “I just...” she breathed out against his lips. “It’s scary. First times and all that.”

“I know,” he husked, his strong arms tilting her back towards the sand slowly as he moved over her. Kissing her lips again with soft smacks he squeezed her breast and raised a leg over, prying it between her pair as that thick, hard shaft rested against her hip and stomach.

Her heart was pounding and her body was flushed a deep red beneath that rich tan. Her flaxen hair flowed about her head like an angelic aura, and the sounds and scents of the beach surrounded them. It was like an exotic, romantic getaway and she finally let herself relax, her mouth finding his more urgently.

With his knee pressed to the sand between her thighs he slipped over her. He was no more used to this than she was, but with how he acted, one could never have guessed. He took over, got atop her. His fingers pulled back the gold material of her top and took hold of the bare flesh beneath. He moaned aloud, and murmured, “sis” as he wedged in between her thighs and ground his hard cock against her covered slit.

She’d asked him not to call her his lover, yet that word was even stranger. She didn’t know where they stood, what side of the spectrum, but they were both and it made her uncomfortable. She loved him, but the feeling still made her stomach roil. “Zach,” she murmured as her breasts were freed, those beautiful tits spilling into his hand. They were so perfectly shaped, almost made for him.

They were made for him.

They’d shared a womb together, gone through childhood as each other’s best friend, and they’d each lost their virginity to one another.

She was worried about pregnancy, about their unnatural relationship. He was worried about neither, frankly. Not even about getting rescued. He wanted her, he wanted a special relationship with her, and though he couldn’t quite articulate what that was just yet, he wanted it bad.

With his hand clutching her breast tight, he brought his other hand down, hooked his finger into her panties and tugged them aside. They hadn’t made love since their first time on the beach, and he’d been dying to repeat it. His thickly throbbing cock, tanned to an almost even hue with the rest of him, pressed against her folds, bare and unfiltered.

She whimpered and for a moment he thought she was going to protest, to try to push him off again, but instead her green eyes focused on his, filled with pleading. He knew what she wanted–or rather didn’t want–but she wasn’t going to say no to that. To his cock.

Not with how wet she was, how hard she was throbbing against him.

“It’s all gonna be okay,” he reassured her in his smooth, even tone. In so short a time he’d begun to seem so much stronger, more in control. He pushed himself into her, that bulging crown, so wide and thick, taking a moments pressure to pop inside her wet quim, causing him to sigh with relief at the feel of her wet canal.

Zach shivered from it in fact, almost lost himself then and there. For though it’d barely been over a day since last he had her, he was only freshly experienced with sex, and his hunger for it had not diminished. Not in the slightest.

“Fuck sis, you feel so good,” he husked, his eyes shutting as he held himself with one palm in the sand, the other on her tit as he pulled back his hips and thrust in.

She whimpered, her body still so tight against his organ, and she swallowed hard. “Zach,” she whispered, but his name was like sweet honey on her tongue. Tears threatened her eyes, but it was impossible to tell if it was shame or love burning them.

He should’ve pulled out then and there, for she felt so good, and his cock was on fire with the sensations. He felt as if he could pop at any given moment, but she felt so good that stopping was the last thing he ever cared to do.

Instead he only pulled back and continued to pump his impressive girth into her, again and again. His heavy sac slapping against her as he built up speed, groaning into the night air. He’d never felt so in control, so powerful as when he was riding atop his sister, his cock buried deep inside her pussy. It instilled him with such a sense of masculinity, as if all the world were his and he could control it, despite being shipwrecked upon this lonesome island.

“Yeah,” he husked darkly, his voice having taken on such a harsh edge as the thrusts came harder into her. “Take it,” he insisted, clutching her tit tighter.

She smiled beneath him and her eyes danced with humour, as if she were going to laugh at him, but she bit down on her lip to suppress it. Her eyes closed and that brief rub on some secreted away part of herself made her moan, her amusement lost. “Ah!’

He hadn’t noticed, for he was so lost in his own pleasure. The mounting sensation as it tingled up through his loins. He was master of everything, he felt, and with the way he pounded into her on the beach nothing seemed like it could topple him from his high.

His sac tightened against him, and the fire shot up his shaft. Thoughts of pulling out were the furthest thing from his mind then, he had to ride it out–ride her–to the very last, milk it for every last moment inside her. This was the way it was meant to be, he thought as he moaned lewdly. His cock swelled thickly in her as it disgorged the first thick, virile strand of seed into her waiting quim, followed fast by another on the next rough thrust.

“Zach!” she gasped, distracted from her own pleasure as she pushed her hand against his chest. “Zach, I said not to!” She squirmed beneath him, but already she felt that warmth flooding into her, and panic made her heart race.

They were both fit and strong, but he was stronger, and he resisted her push a moment more as another gush of his seed flooded her. He gave way then, and as he pulled back he spurt the last of his release upon her panties and cunt. “Dammit,” he cursed, though it wasn’t at his failure, it was at the special moment–his personal high–being spoiled.

He fell back onto his ass and one hand, rubbed a palm over his hair and looked to her, his face contorted in consternation.

She looked so hurt and betrayed, her lower lip trembling before she stood up, taking off into the dark water, half dressed.

“Fuck,” he cursed, and rose up, manhood glistening. “I’m sorry, Zahra!” he called out. He followed after her to the edge of the ocean, “You just felt so good, I didn’t realize...” and it was partially true. He was riding such a high he’d forgotten all else by that point.

“It’s dangerous, Zach!” she shouted back as she washed herself free of his taint, though it was a long shot. Even she knew that, and when she walked back onto the beach she looked so small. “Fuck, childbirth can kill you if you’re not in a hospital. Even if you are! I had a teacher that almost died ‘cause she lost so much blood.” Her arms wrapped around him and she was sobbing against his naked body, her breasts still exposed. “I don’t wanna die out here.”

It broke his heart to see her like that, and he put his arms about her, held her wet form tight. He didn’t know what to say for a while, but finally he murmured reassuringly, “It’s okay, sis. We’re invincible,” and he sounded like he believed it as he clung to her. “I’ll never let anything happen to you. No matter what occurs,” he said, giving a kiss to the side of her head and squeezing oh so tight.

She squeezed him back and he knew he was already forgiven. Maybe she hadn’t even been truly mad at him, just at the situation. At the fear that she’d let creep into her life for the past day.

Maybe she had something she wanted to live for now.

Her nails were biting into his strong, tanned back and she kissed his neck so gingerly.

“It’s all gonna be alright,” he husked so deep and reassuringly, rubbing her back and turning her towards their little hut on the beach. “I’ll take care of you to the end of time,” he swore, kissing her head as he took her back.

* * *

The next day began with great enthusiasm on his part. Zach couldn’t wait to guide her to their new home, and as they slept together, he woke up and put his arm around her, spooned into her backside. He was hard, as he always was when he awoke, and he clung to her tight as he suckled her neck and ground against her ass.

It was still a period of adjustment for her, and for a moment her body stiffened until she slowly relaxed, realizing it was him. “Hey,” she murmured, her voice still groggy with sleep. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I love you,” he said plainly, as if it were the most obvious thing ever. “And we’ve got the rest of our lives together,” he said, that thick pole wedged between her two ass cheeks with her panties. “Gets me hard thinkin’ of it,” he growled, his hand finding her breast, squeezed it through the gold material.

They’d been shipwrecked for months, and yet their relationship was so new and strange to her. She didn’t know what to expect, but somehow, he’d changed. He wasn’t the sweet man who sheepishly confessed to her that he had feelings. Instead, he was confident, and she knew her approval, her returned love had opened that floodgate.

“You’re so crass,” she hissed, pushing back into him and feeling a rush of excitement through her body as he pulsed against her ass.

He gave a deep groan at that, as if she’d said something extremely sexy. His dick ground against her cheeks as he nipped her neck between kisses and suckles. “You bring it right out of me sis, what can I say?” and he pulled her bra aside again, grasped her bare, supple tit and squeezing.

She moaned and her eyes sleepily began to open, blinking at the light, and she spooned her backside into him, wrapping his arms around her in a hug, even as he squeezed her breast. “We’re goin’ to the waterfall today?”

He nodded as he nipped and suckled her neck. “Mmhmm,” he responded, and locked about her so he pulled back and angled his hips so that his thick cock slid in over her panties and between her thighs, forcing it in between. “I’m gonna show you your future home,” he husked, his voice rich, “Mrs. Zach Werner.”

“We haven’t even decided,” she said, but he felt her body grind against his softly. Perhaps she’d been teased by sexy dreams as well, or perhaps his cock had simply been prodding her for longer than they’d been aware.

Her disagreement annoyed him now, it was strange. He should’ve been used to it, but something had changed with their relationship. “Oh, it’s decided,” he squeezed her breast and toyed with her nipple. “You just don’t know it because you’ve yet to see it,” and he nipped her ear and tugged playfully. His dick grinding against her harder, more needfully in its early morning stiffness.

She moaned and he could swear she was going to protest but she let it go, let him believe his own words. “Zach, we shouldn’t,” she finally said as she felt her cunny throb and pulse with life. She was so warm against him, so heated, but she pulled away just a couple of inches, pulling his cock from between her thighs.

His fires were lit so high, and his cock bobbed before him, eager for more of her. To slip into that heat he felt beneath her panties.

Anger very nearly bubbled to the surface, but he bit it down. “Okay,” he said, rubbing a hand back over his hair as he stood up, “later then.” He stretched his limbs and went to the door. “Got a long walk ahead of us,” he said a bit distantly. “So let’s not waste time.”

She turned on the bed to face him, her expression confused and a little hurt. She didn’t understand the change in him, the suddenness of it, and she rubbed and her eyes groggily. “C’mon, don’t be like that,” she said as she swung her legs over the bed, looking up at him.

He was so achingly hard, his shaft thick beneath that tuft of blonde hair. He turned to her and forced a warm smile. “Let’s go,” he said, and reached out, taking her hand in his, leaning in and kissing her on the lips. “Everything’ll look better once I show you your new safe haven.”

“Zach, are you mad at me?” she asked as she fixed her bra, her hand slipping into his. “This is all just... a lot to take in, okay?”

He stopped and reached up, cupping her tan cheek and stroking it with his thumb. “I know sis,” he said with a warm tenderness. “You’ll get used to it though,” and he kissed her forehead. “You just need a bit of time. I get it,” and he was as understanding and warm as ever, though his patronly manner reminded her more of their father than him.

She hugged him, but she was almost cautious of not pressing her body to him too tightly, too obviously. “C’mon, apparently today’s the big day where we’re moving from one paradise to a better paradise.”

He chuckled, “Laugh while you can,” he retorted.

* * *

Zach had insisted they take some of their things with them, so they could spend a bit of time there at least. Though really, in his mind the decision was made and he was just preparing for the inevitable move.

Her arrival was much smoother than his, and as he led her into the grotto the beautiful view was more stunning than he remembered it. “Welcome home, sis,” he said confidently, the lagoon, the waterfall, the sheltered hollow, all visible from where she stood.

It was amazing, but still there was that hesitation in her expression. She held his hand as she looked it all over, then back to him. “Where would we sleep?”

Tugging her by her hand he led her over to the sheltered hollow. “Here,” he said with a smile, his gorgeous tanned form leading the way. “I’ll haul up the bed from the beach, and we’ll be set,” he declared, sticking his spear into the ground and dropping the sack of food they brought. “I’ll set up the tarp from the sails to serve as a cover for those really rainy days.”

She wanted to tell him to wait, to not get carried away, but as she walked down and around the area, she was having a hard time reasoning it away. It was secluded, and beautiful, and the sound of the waterfall was so relaxing. She could already feel her tension begin to melt away, and she gave a soft nod, “We can try it for a while and see how we like it,” she agreed.

With his hands on his hips he gave a big sigh then smiled at her. “You’re not an easy one to get along with, sis,” he admonished, but he looked pleasant as he said it. He stepped up to her, took hold of her hand again and tugged her in, giving her a kiss on the lips. “You’ll be real comfortable here. And with the clean water we’ll keep clean and healthy, so you’ll never need worry about a thing.” He smiled confidently, as if he’d put all worries to rest.

“It seems pretty great,” she admitted. “We’ll have to set up the old place with some rocks or something, a ‘help us’ sign or something like they do in the movies.” She hugged him, though she was obviously having a difficult time with his casual nudity still. “We’ll just bring out the essentials, huh?”

He squeezed her back, and it was hard to ignore the throb of his dick as he stood against her nude. “Leave it to me,” he urged, pulling back from her with a bright smile. “I’ll handle all that stuff. You’ve been worrying your beautiful, blonde head off about everything, sis. So how about you stay here and relax for the next while, huh? Leave everything to your hubby,” he insisted, pulling her hand up and kissing the back of her hand as his bright, emerald eyes locked with hers.

“Ew,” she said, but she didn’t mean it. Not really. She shifted, though, and it did make her uncomfortable. “Fine but... fuck, I don’t like you walkin’ around naked like that. I swear you’re going to hurt yourself somehow.”

He rolled his eyes in good humour and brushed back his increasingly long bangs. “Sis, you worry too much, yeesh. See what I mean?” he kissed her forehead. “You gotta relax. So from now on, you’re on break,” he insisted, giving a sweet smile with his shoulders out, looking confident and in charge. “That means no more worrying, no more having to head out. You just stay here in our little paradise, and let your man handle all the rough stuff.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “Sexist.” Still, she looked a bit relieved at being able to have some time alone around the new location, and she tugged away from him. “Don’t be long and get back here. I want to have a bath.”

* * *

That night after he brought more of their supplies back from the shore, Zach sat with his knees up and legs parted, using his knife to carve some more pointed spears. He was fairly confident in the one he’d crafted from the knife, but he wanted backups for when he finally went after the boar.

The moon was bright, and their eyes were long accustomed to the moonlit dark, so she could see his bright smile as he looked to her. “Great meal tonight, sis,” he complimented. “You’re damn good at this cooking for how little we have to work with here.”

“I only seem terrific ‘cause you’re pretty rubbish at it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, your fish is kickass, but if you tried puttin’ a little bit more into it, you’d be awesome too. I’ll teach you one day,” she offered as she sprawled out on the ground, looking up at the sky. “You think we’ll ever be rescued out here?”

He ignored her question, but continued his work, smiling happily. “Why bother though?” he said. “I mean, you’re the best at it. There’s only the two of us, so I think we’re better off sticking with what we’re good at. Y’know, specialize,” he said cheerfully, eying the sharp point he’d created. “That’s the key to surviving as best we can.”

“I think I can survive on your cooking, Zach,” she smirked then pointed up, “Shooting star. Make a wish.” The island was still so warm, even at night, but it was the perfect temperature for her. Just warm enough to be comfortable, laying there in nothing but her underthings.

Zach cast an eye up and watched, marvelling at the sight for a while. “Never see something like that so clear back home,” he said absently, then stuck his newly crafted spear into the ground.

He got up and moved over to her, slipping down onto the sand where she was and put an arm around her. “I’m sorry for making you stress,” he said to her fondly, a warm smile on his face as he reached up and stroked her cheek. “I was thinking about it, and I won’t do that again. I’ll make sure you don’t need to fret like that anymore,” and he kissed her lips, his cock already rested against her thigh, stiff and long.

“Thanks, Zach,” she said with such affection and love. She shifted to curl into him. “It’s not that I don’t want to, you know. I do. Just... I didn’t really bring the world’s supply of condoms on our trip, so...” she trailed off.

He laughed and kissed her lips again. “Me either,” he said. “Had no idea I was gonna be scoring with my own sister,” he said shamelessly, unbothered–it seemed–by their incestuous relationship, even as his cock pressed into her. “But it won’t matter now, sis, I got a plan,” and his hand slid down her side, cupped her hip and around to her ass as he tasted her lips again and again.

“A plan?” her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” She squirmed against his hand, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was so hot for him, so desirous, and her entire body had been needy for him ever since he woke her up that morning.

Kissing from her lips along her face he husked to her in an authority laced voice, “Hush now, just trust me.” He was no less in the mood than her, and he felt her out, kissed her repeatedly. Again he tugged at her top, straining the material as he exposed one of her sumptuous breasts to his hand to squeeze.

“Mmm,” he groaned, and his veiny dick throbbed in time as he pressed against her, pushing her over onto her back.

She rolled beneath him as she felt that material tug. “Careful,” she murmured. “This is my only top.” Her hands felt out his tanned, heated skin, moving down to his bare ass, cupping the cheeks with a rough squeeze. “Fuck, this is so wrong.”

He hadn’t been trying to damage the bra top, but frankly he’d have been happy if he had.

With a tight squeeze of her breast he kissed her hard and ground his thickness against her. He only broke the seal of their lips after a long makeout, “Just think of me as your husband,” he urged in a husky, lust-laden voice. “Now get up,” he ordered, and got onto his knees, pulling at her body, then prodding her into position on her hands and knees.

She glanced over her shoulder, feeling the sand rub her palms and knees, her breasts hanging from her ribs in such a sexual manner. “Fine, husband,” she said, though there was a bit of teasing there. They were only nineteen, and she certainly wasn’t thinking of marriage.

That piece of gold material was beginning to wear away after being her only clothes for so long, and it looked like it would be so easy to rip as it sunk between her round cheeks. Zach grabbed a hold of it, his voice dark and husky, “That’s better, isn’t it?” he said. He lodged that hefty, tan cock between her ass cheeks and sawed it between them, enjoying the feel of her flesh against him. “God I want you so bad, sis,” he said, already spoiling the illusion in his lust, tugging at her panties hard and creating that telltale sound of ripping fabric.

“Zach!” she gasped, her eyes widening as she pulled away from him, only making it worse and revealing that sweet, blonde pussy to him. “Fuck, that’s my only pair!” she complained.

He lunged for her, put his strong arm around her and tugged her back. “It’s okay,” he urged in his smooth, controlling voice. “Was an accident. Don’t let it ruin the moment,” he urged, and he sank his cock into her forcibly as he grasped her hips. The veiny shaft swelled so thick. Its need was apparent with just how hard it was, and how thickly it pulsed.

She couldn’t help but moan, even in her annoyance, in her anger and shame. Her toes dug into the sand as that throbbing cock pierced her. Her cunny was so sweet, so forbidden, and he knew that no matter what, his twin wanted him. Needed him. She couldn’t get so wet if she didn’t burn with the same sick desires he had.

“It’s okay,” he urged, and he couldn’t help but take a while to grasp her hips tight and thrust into her moist pussy a few times. The moans he gave were pure bliss at that, finding his twin’s twat so utterly magnificent. “Just trust me,” he repeated.

He stayed there, thrusting into her cunt for a long while before he mustered up the will to pull out, glistening with her honey. He released her hip with one hand and took hold, guiding that wide crown up to her anal pucker. “No worries now, sis. See?” he said as he began to pry that girth into her amateurishly.

“What?” she half gasped, half shouted, her body resisting him. “C’mon, Zach,” his twin moaned as she writhed against him, feeling his hand tighten around her hip. Still, with how slick she had been, it wasn’t that hard to prod that initial bit into her and her feet kicked at his side. “Zach!” she screamed, and he couldn’t even tell if it was an admonishment or a lusty cry for more.

Zach erred on the side of the latter, and with his strong grip on her he groaned as he managed to force that bulging tip into her, the flared crown locking itself into her tight hole. “Shhh,” he hushed, and took hold of her other hip again, pulling on her as he pushed forward, forcing some of that honey-slick cock deeper into her tight sphincter. “This’ll be good, sis,” he said in a strained voice, already feeling the intense pleasure of her ass wrapped about the first couple of inches of his shaft.

She screamed and whined, her voice echoing off the lagoon before disappearing into the night. They were on the island alone, no one around to see brother defile sister so lewdly, that cock sticking out from between her tanned, round cheeks. It was so sweet watching it sink into her, that tight ring massaging his dick and begging it in deeper despite her resistance and protests.

It was almost painfully tight, yet his sister had taken her finger and was massaging her clit, her muscles relaxing and letting him get in just a little bit deeper as tears threatened her eyes. “Zach, it’s too much!”

He felt almost ready to pop as was, with the thrusting into her cunt to start, and now the near painful clench of her ass. He groaned lewdly and his strong fingers bit into her waist as he couldn’t help but tug and push in again, trying to get a bit more friction on his needful cock. “No,” he said with a groan, “you can take it, sis. You were made for this,” and his whole hard, golden body tensed so near to its peak.

Her clit throbbed and she soothed it with her finger, rubbing furiously to distract herself from the pain, how strange it felt to have her brother fuck her so. She kicked her feet once more and cried out again, “Zach!” But then she sucked in a deep breath, a tiny sound making its way out and her arm gave way as the most intense orgasm she’d ever had crashed through her.

There weren’t words, there wasn’t a big pronouncement, but her body spasmed around his, coaxing him to come in that dark cavern of hers, to fill that illicit hole.

And he did. Abruptly and erratically he bucked into her, his cock spasming as it disgorged its thick gouts of seed, his hard muscled body pressing in too hard, too deep in his moment of high ecstasy. “Fuck sis,” he swore, his voice crackled with pleasure as he bent over her, leaning on her body as the last of his cum shot into her ass.

She gasped and whimpered and moaned and cried, but oh, it was all so sweet. Everything about her submission to him, her trust of him was sweet, but even more so was that she had cum with his dick in her ass. Her cunny still throbbed with need and her fingers continued to rub that wet, trembling clit.

Zach kissed the back of her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist. He squeezed her in his grasp and clung on, keeping his dick lodged in her ass as she rubbed so feverishly. “Such a sweet girl, sis,” he husked, feeling so full of himself. So in control of a destiny he felt was beyond him for so long.

He nuzzled into her neck and hair, “Things are always better when there’s trust between us,” and he gave his still turgid cock a bit more of a push into her cum-soaked hole.

“Ah!” she cried, and that sweet little motion was enough to send her off the deep end once more, her face pressed into the sand as she felt that electric buzz go through her. Oh, how often had they fantasized about this? How often had they, in the dark of night, pleasured themselves to the thought of the other.

It was so wrong, yet her body quaked beneath his large cock, and she cried his name into the sand.

Their bodies shimmered in the moonlight, perspiration reflecting the silver gleam. With her second climax, Zach was left feeling like king of all existence. It hardly even bothered him that he’d fucked her ass as second prize. It just felt exquisite too, no matter how he looked at it, and he embraced her warmly, letting their bodies climb slowly down from their highs as he stroked her tan flesh and kissed her soothingly. “You’re perfect, sis,” he remarked at last.

“I wish you wouldn’t say that,” she sighed, feeling her body relax beneath him, her muscles weak and quivering with the power of her orgasm. “It’s weird.”

He leaned forward and bit her shoulder, forcing that thickness a bit deeper into her ass in the process. “I can’t call you lover, I can’t call you sis, why can’t you just be happy with how things are?” he husked, grinding himself into her.

It was all weird. She groaned and tried to wriggle free of that beautiful cock that kept her pinned, her ass squeezing him so tight. “It’s just weird,” she whimpered. “Fuck, it’s wrong, Zach. I love you, you know that, but this isn’t right.”

He’d had his satisfaction, he’d reached such peaks of joy and sensation, but her defiance kindled something in him, and he pushed her shoulders into the sandy dirt harder. He wasn’t done with her, and he kept pumping his cock into her ass slowly but steadily. “Just give in, sis,” he commanded in his lusty voice. “I’m your lover now. Your man,” he added darkly. “Say it,” he ordered, her tacky walls clinging to his thick girth as he dragged it back and forth along them.

“Zach,” she cried, her body pressed down into the dirt as she struggled uselessly beneath him. “C’mon, stop.” Her breath was so groggy from her orgasms, from the depths of pleasure he’d forced her to, and yet it still wasn’t enough for him. Her body was almost laying fully in the sand except for her hips that remained up and against him.

He was breathing heavy as he reached a hand to her head, curled his fingers about her blonde hair and pulled. “Say it sis,” he commanded through clenched teeth, the whole act reinvigorating his cock as he fucked her up the ass. “Say I’m your lover. Just admit it,” he ordered in his steady voice, not angry. Not worked up. Just smooth and commanding. “Don’t hide who you are. Not here. Not in paradise.”

“I don’t know why I have to say it if you already know!” she said loudly, her head tugged back and her body trembling under his force. She was breathing so hard, her body so sensitive to that prickle of her scalp, to his cock pumping her ass.

It was so, so wrong that they loved each other like they did, but to admit it was almost impossible for her.

It was like a manner of punishment now, fucking her in the ass with his rigid cock. He’d only just came, and though he took pleasure in it, it was mostly from the act of controlling her. Of pinning her and trying to bend her to his will. “Just say it,” he urged, and thrust his dick into her deeply, cramming almost all of that thickness into her tight sphincter. “I’m your lover now,” he grunted, “your husband. Say it,” and his hand tugged back on her hair harder as his balls slapped to her puffy pussy lips.

“Oh god,” she whimpered before shouting, “Fine! Fine Zach, you’re my lover.” Her feet flailed and she squirmed beneath him, feeling his hand tighten on her hair. “Fuck!”

She was such a sweet treat, his twin sister. How she had managed to save it all those years, giving her virginity to her brother, it was all too delightful. Too delicious. And even as his hand grasped her hair, they both knew she still trusted him more than anything or anyone else.

He was her brother, after all.

That triumph was fleeting though, and he was nearly disappointed afterwards. He didn’t want to stop by that point. So he didn’t.

He tugged her hair, keeping her body pinned as he pistoned his dick into her ass. “Good,” he said in his hoarse voice. “Now say you’re mine,” and he nuzzled into her neck, “say it. You’re mine,” and he bit into her neck, feeling the full length of his veiny shaft swell within her, the bulging crown keeping him lodged deep.

“Zach,” she shivered against him, her body covered in a layer of perspiration that was drying against the air, leaving her body filled with goosebumps. “Zach, stop,” she gasped, his sister begging for release, for him to stop using her body so. She was worn out, exhausted, and she would have drooped down if not for his strong grasp.

She felt him give a sudden and erratic thrust, a lewd groan followed by a throaty repeat. “Just say it,” he said, pulling back her hair and biting her neck. She couldn’t even be sure if he came again, for he was so insistent on getting her to submit.

Her body trembled and rocked against his, but he had worn her down, and those words tumbled from her mouth, “I’m yours.” She sounded so soft and defeated, not at all like the Zahra he knew, but wasn’t that the point? To make her something better.

To make her his.

That final submission did it. He stilled his harsh motions at last, and if he came just before it didn’t stop him from doing so again. He spasmed, his body undulated once and he shook as he came inside her ass once more. He moaned her name in such an intense, warbling voice, then clutched onto her, both arms wrapped about her torso as he stilled at long last.

She was his. As she should be.

3

-Part 3-

Things had been wonderful, as far as Zach was concerned. He’d done as he said and carted back much of their beachfront home, including the heavy bed, which had taken many hours to lug through the jungle.

As he stood sharpening a point on another spear, nude as he always was now, he examined the tip. He’d satisfied himself with his preparations, he thought, and he smiled to himself happily in the grotto. “How’s that food coming, sis?” he called over to her.

She was still so modest, so uncomfortable strolling around with nothing around her sex, and had tried to tie a bit of cloth around her waist, but it kept falling off. Frustrated she had left it aside, but it didn’t stop her from trying to shield her sex whenever she could.

His beautiful sister, naked from the chest down, and all his.

“Almost done,” she shouted back, her voice a bit tighter than he’d remembered it, but then, she was just taking her time to get used to how things were now.

Zach felt on top of the world now, and after sticking the blunt end of the spear into the ground he moved on over to her and knelt behind her. He brazenly put his arms around her, cupped her breasts through her top and kissed her neck. “Smells delicious,” he husked, and she could already feel that heated shaft swell against her backside.

She was having trouble keeping up with him and his libido, yet he could tell she still loved him. Still wanted him. Despite her doubts and her fears, she spooned into him and let her eyes flutter closed as he tasted out her beautiful, slender neck. “It’s just fish,” she said softly, her hand resting on his bare knee.

Those strong, darkly tanned hands of his squeezed her breasts, “That’s what makes it so remarkable,” he said in a deep voice. “You manage so much with so little,” and he pulled her bra top aside again in that haphazard manner that had already destroyed her panties so he could knead her supple breasts.

“Careful,” she hissed, though there wasn’t much strength behind the reprimand. She’d already lost the most important garment, the one that made her feel safe. Still, her bra was practical with those large breasts, and they felt so heavy in his hands. It was no wonder she felt like she’d be better off with it, but he knew better.

She took the pan from the fire, settling it into the sand, “It’s ready, Zach.”

The reluctance to cease his fondling was palpable, but he suckled her neck and bit her earlobe before he pulled away with a growl.

The evening sun was so beautiful, the red hue it painted the sky as they ate. Zach kept his legs splayed, his sizable manhood on clear display as he ate the fish she’d prepared, but he’d caught. “Y’know sis,” he said, thinking aloud. “I don’t believe I could be happier than this. I mean,” he shrugged his tan shoulders and smiled with such satisfaction, “life’s perfect here.”

“No school,” she agreed. “No work, or parents, or cars. It’s pretty much paradise,” she slumped down, joining him. “Getting sick of fish, though.” She brushed her long, wavy blonde hair off her partially spilled breasts before she fixed her bra, “And sometimes it’s scary.”

Hearing her lament that one thing made him smile though. “Don’t worry, lover,” he announced, finishing his meal with a generous last bite. “Your man has a plan for that,” and the grin on his beautifully handsome face was rather smug, though his eyes twinkled. It pleased him to be able to provide for her, and that’s exactly what he’d do.

She rolled her eyes a bit and set the plate aside, “Weirdo.” She stood up and dusted off her behind, groaning a bit and he could tell she was lamenting her destroyed panties. “Is that why you keep sharpening sticks all the time now?”

Zach nodded and stood up, “Damn right it is,” he stated and went to her. His strong arms about her as he held her from behind, pressing her against him tight. “Not nice to call your man names like that though,” he chided lowly, his voice deep and strong as he nestled his face in next to her ear. That hot, hard body of his such a pleasant feel as it pressed in against and all around her.

“Don’t be a weirdo and I won’t call you a weirdo,” she retorted with a grin, turning around to face him. Her hands went to his shoulders, squeezing him there as they clung to one another. “Ever since...” she paused, and her insinuation was obvious, “You’ve been different.”

Those powerful limbs of his squeezed her so tight, and he smiled so confidently. “Of course I am,” he said with certainty. “I’m a man now,” and he puffed out his chest against hers. “A man with a woman to take care of,” and he pushed her back towards the sandy area near the lagoon. “A woman I love. That changes everything,” he asserted, and she could feel his cock swelling against her, the beast of a member growing so fast.

“Why’s it have to change anything?” she said, but her voice was tinged with lust. Oh, how she adored her twin brother. “I just... I love you, Zach. Really, like, in a way I totally shouldn’t. And I’m kinda okay with that out here but...” she murmured as he pressed his hard body into her fleshy breasts, against her toned form.

“Shhh,” he pushed her down to the soft, warm sand in the setting light. “You worry too much, sis,” he reprimanded softly as he pressed her ass to the white grains and lowered down upon her, pushing her back to the ground. “You let everything get to you, but I’ve already got it taken care of,” he said so certainly, giving her lips a sweet, loving kiss as she felt his cock throb against her bare, exposed slit.

“Zach,” she whispered, her voice tinged with lust and worry, combining into a small, barely audible word. His name. He’d heard her say it over and over, since they were just kids, and yet now it was so adult. So... sexual. Her arms wrapped around him and her lips met his, tentatively at first.

He put one of his hands through her blonde hair, so much like his own. His fingers rubbed over her scalp to the back of her head, and he cradled her as they kissed. Since they’d become sexually involved but days ago, he’d gotten so much more experienced. The more dominant he became, the more frequent he was upon her. So it was with little effort he angled his hips and slid that thick, bulging cock into her tight, wet cunny, groaning out “Sis” as he did.

She hated it, and had told him as much, yet that expression on her face said anything but. Her eyes fluttered lustily as her peachy lips dropped open, and revealed her perfect, white teeth. She’d always been diligent about caring for her body, and out here was no different, though it required more creativity. Her thick, strong thighs curled about him, and she murmured softly, “Remember to be careful.”

He’d been fucking her ass so frequently since he’d introduced her to it, it was taking its toll and leaving her sore. So instead he thrust into her cunt, yanking back her bra again, putting such strain on that fabric as he squeezed. “Stop worrying,” but this time it was a command, not a request, not an urging. It was a dark command, like she’d been becoming more familiar with as of late, punctuated by the wet slap of his balls striking her ass.

She wriggled beneath him as she drew him in deep, but she didn’t stop worrying. That pretty little furrow between her brows told him as much, his sweet sister still so concerned. She couldn’t be knocked up, not by her brother, not in the middle of nowhere. Yet already he’d chanced it, and that clench of her hot cunny was so enticing.

The pace of his rutting grew only grew in intensity. As their experience with sex increased, he only became rougher with time, and his fingers dug into her fleshy mound so hard, squeezing that breast tight as he revelled in that hot slit of his sisters. “Fuck yeah, sis,” he groaned, arching his spine and bearing that beautifully masculine chest of his, so hard with tan muscle. “This pussy was made for my dick,” he husked.

Her nose crinkled at his crassness. He’d never known her to be so delicate, but she’d been exceptionally shy about their budding sexual relationship, and that was likely the cause. Still, it wasn’t enough to make her legs loosen around his thighs, or for her tiny, desperate breaths to stop.

Zahra instead arched her back, pressing her large breast into his hand as she felt that hard cock slip inside of her so deeply.

There was so little to do on the island that wasn’t pure survivalism. But in recent days he’d filled every spare moment with fucking. Pressing her to the sand, or up against a tree, and riding out the days in the hot sun, or beneath the starry skies, with his dick inside her.

She heard him groan lewdly, his pleasure mounted high, and with some reluctance he pulled his hips back, breaking the lock of her thighs around him.

That bulging crown of his, such a rich, dark purple, so perfectly sculpted and well defined. It was glossy with her honey, and he moved up, straddled her chest and lifted her head with his hand in her hair. “Suck it, sis,” and it was pure authority on his voice. Not a request.

It wasn’t like she could resist the pull of his hands anyways, the way he guided her so easily. Her peach lips parted and were so quickly wrapped around his member even as she shifted uncomfortably with the newfound emptiness. Oh, she wanted him so badly, and she sucked him with such enthusiasm. With such affection. It was beautiful to see his twin siphoned around his cock, to see her rewarding him for being such a good boy.

Her tongue swirled around the bottom of his cock, tasting herself on that thick, throbbing piece, and her hand grasped the base.

Zach watched every moment of it, and his hand tightened in her hair so that she felt the strands tug in his grasp. “That’s it,” he coaxed hoarsely, forcibly pushing her along that thick length a little faster, a little deeper.

“Fuck you’ve never looked so good as when your mouth is stuffed with my dick, sis,” the words were almost grunted out in his pleasure.

She would have protested, and he swore he felt her tongue cluck against his shaft as if to do just that, but instead it just added to the experience. Knowing she was reluctant to his crass nature, to his reminders of their relationship, it only made it that much more tempting to see her take his cock again and again.

Her eyes watered as he reached the back of her throat and she tried to pull off, but he wouldn’t let her. Zach only pushed further. He crammed that bulbous crown down into her throat so that the flared tip choked off her breath entirely and lodged itself inside her. He gave such a deep groan of satisfaction at that sensation, though the tight lock of it only allowed him to grind his length into her the tiniest of bits. “Yeah sis...” he moaned, “you like it real deep, I know you do.”

Tears threatened the rims of her eyes as her hands moved from his shaft to his thighs, begging him for relief in the only way she could, yet finding none. He was lodged there so deep, holding her to that raw point of pain and anguish, of panic. He could feel her body squirm and try to struggle away, but he knew it wouldn’t be long and she could have her release. For now, he needed this.

So as his sister fought his own eyes rolled back into his head and he let out such a deep, satisfied moan as he unleashed his seed into her. It wasn’t the tight warmth of her cunt, but it was damn close. And he held nothing back as he flooded that rich cum straight down into her gullet, all as he crassly called out to her, “Take it, sis. Take it like you’re meant to.”

It was only when he was satisfied that he heeded her urgent struggles, and yanking that wide cock from her throat, the broad flare got caught for a moment. He almost grew worried for her himself at the delay, but with a tough pull he managed to get it out of her throat with a grunt, leaving her throat raw.

She coughed and sputtered, saliva and cum spat into the sand as her red face poured tears. She gasped for breath, though he could already tell what her first words would be as her eyes glared daggers at him.

She sure did have a lot of things she didn’t want him to do.

It was becoming something of a ritual, awakening in the middle of the night. Zach had used such occurrences as an opportunity to engage Zahra and rut for some time now. The two bodies grinding and fucking then curling up and falling asleep again. Though he’d ridden her so much lately, and her poor ass and throat were raw and sore from it.

But as he spooned into her backside, he knew he wouldn’t resist. Couldn’t resist. She was his sister, his lover. He had to have her.

He’d arose with such a hard-on, his cock so thick and full despite the prior days repeated fuckings. As he slid his arm around her to her breasts, that length lodged itself in between her pert, tan ass cheeks.

She didn’t stir, not then, but her body was so warm. So ready for him. She’d confessed to him how often she had dirty dreams in one of her more giving, open moments and it certainly hadn’t disappointed him yet. Her tanned flesh retained the heat from the day even during the depths of night, and it made her such a joy to curl into.

Zach felt like he could spend the rest of his life exploring his sister’s luscious body. And in his tired haze he gently–for once–slipped her bra cup away from her teat to tenderly touch it.

He’d had a thing for lingerie once, but now he realized he was coming to see that bra as purely an impediment. As his dick ground into her ass he was thankful he’d ruined her panties, even if it was by accident.

It allowed him to angle his hips and press against her cunt without any hassle. Any irritant. It made his sister’s pussy such a sweet, accessible delight.

She murmured, slowly becoming aware of his body touching against hers, though she was still on the cusp of sleeping. Still uncertain of where the line between reality and dreams began and ended. Her lips parted and she sighed into the still, tropical night, the scent of seawater surrounding them even that far from the coast.

He’d never shied from waking her before for their midnight trysts, but he felt a bit guilty. He’d rode her so hard lately, and his enthusiasm for tomorrow’s hunt had made him arise even earlier than usual, he thought.

Instead of prodding her away, he gently caressed her breast, let his cock throb against her slit and murmured quietly. So quietly that even if she were awake she’d be lucky to hear it. “Shh, it’s okay, sis. Don’t worry.”

Perhaps it reached some part of her subconscious, for her body relaxed and those deep breaths returned to normal, steady and restful as she was so tenderly caressed. Oh, how he loved her. How long had they lusted for one another and resisted the temptation?

And how sweet was it to finally be able to give in, day after day, fucking his twin so many times.

Yet he had so much time to make up for.

As Zahra stilled and drifted off again he reached a free hand down, he cupped one of her pert ass cheeks and lifted it. She was such a fit young woman, and he barely needed to do a thing, but he exposed that slit fully and guided his full crown to the waiting lips beyond. They were moist, as always, some sweet dampness from her dreams lubricating her folds as he gently nudged betwixt them.

She moaned softly, but it didn’t sound like wakefulness. It was a dreamy haze, a low sound that was barely audible. She didn’t shift away from him, and her body accepted his shaft with such tender need.

Zahra just didn’t know what was good for her, but he’d help her see.

His cock was so large, but he slowly slid it up into her, his eyes rolling back into his head at the intense pleasure. Her cunt was truly the best part of her, he thought. Not her ass, nor even the depths of her lavishing mouth and throat could compare to the warm, wet clench of her fertile cunny.

He’d fuck his sister’s pussy day and night, and never pull out once if she weren’t so stubborn.

The very thought made his dick swell, and he couldn’t help but tug it out a bit and begin to slowly pump its length into her.

She needed to learn to let go. Accept things. They were here to stay. They were lovers. She’d have his kid and so what? Men and women had done it that way for thousands of years, and the fact they were brother and sister didn’t change anything.

Except for how that reminder made his cock throb inside her, that was.

She rolled into him and for a moment he dreaded the thought that she’d woken up, that she was going to tell him to stop, or be careful, but luck was on his side. She’d had a hard day, his twin. She yelled at him for so long about hurting her throat until finally she exhausted herself, tears still on her face. She hadn’t pushed him away when he spooned into her, though, and how could she stay mad at him?

He was the only one she had. No matter what he did, the bonds they shared would hold them together. And if not, well, she didn’t have any other choices.

His strong hand pet her breast, and he couldn’t help but quicken his pace in her cunt a little more. The lewd, perverse thoughts filling his head making it so much more pleasurable. She was already slick, silken joy to feel.

He knew, once she was swollen with her brother’s child, she’d get over her worries. Her inhibitions. He just had to get her there to that point... and his cock throbbed inside her as his release approached inside her slumbering body. That hand of his clenched her tight a little too tight, squeezing that hard nipple atop it as he moved.

She groaned at the sharp, sudden sensation, but her mind was still hazy. She murmured some half word and shifted, feeling his chest against her shoulders before she could make sense of the rest. She should have known, she should have immediately understood what he was doing, but instead a weak ‘huh?’ was the only thing she could manage.

He stilled his rutting, but what was already set in motion was too late to stop. As he cuddled her naked form against himself, his cock spasmed, and it disgorged such a thick, generous load of his virile, young seed. Despite his stillness, it was one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had, and he filled her with that rich cum, pumping it directly to her uttermost depths, coating that barrier of her cervix.

She was barely aware of what that jerking meant, but her body stiffened against him.

It was a long few moments before she spoke, and he thought she’d fallen asleep once more with how deep her breathing had gotten. Instead, she murmured in a sleepy voice, “Zach, why’d you do that?”

He was caught. But he didn’t show anything but control as he squeezed her in his arms and kissed her neck. “It’s what’s for the best, sis,” he murmured in his post coital voice. “You have to let go.”

“I told you not to,” she said, but it didn’t sound like she was going to break into tears, at least. “You betrayed my trust.”

“No sis,” he said firmly, and his still hard cock was lodged inside her. “I’m doing what’s best for you. For us,” and his strong grip held her tight. “We’ve left the world behind. For good. It’s time you got a grip on that,” he husked. “There’s no going back. We’re gonna make a life... a family, for ourselves here.”

There was another few moments of quiet, but then her breathing slowed. She relaxed against him, and he had no idea how, but she’d fallen back asleep, even with his cock softening from her wet sex.

Maybe she thought it was all a dream. Or maybe, he hoped, she’d finally accepted it.

As he settled into the sleep himself he murmured, “This is how it’ll be from now on.”

* * *

Zach wiped the sweat from his brow. Crouched in the hot bushes the heat seemed unbearable. Though perhaps it was equal parts stress and exhaustion. The boar had chased him once, but things hadn’t quite worked out as planned.

He got away from the big beast, but she might still be around. Still stalking him, because he hadn’t gotten that far from her piglets.

With the spear grasped tightly in his hand he stored up his courage. He had to do this, he told himself. Had to return back to Zahra with the dead boar in tow to prove he could provide for her. Do anything necessary.

The sound of snuffling emanated from behind him and he knew she was nearby.

There was no more time for hesitation, and he spun around and up, brandishing his spear. She saw him then clearly, a good three dozen meters off and getting ready to charge. “Come get me if you can,” he bellowed and slashed with his spear before abruptly turning and running.

His hard raced, his naked, toned body pumping its muscles as he tore through the jungle. He could hear the boar hot on his tail and knew if he wasn’t smart as well as quick she’d be on him.

Time almost slowed for him, the heat of the midday sun pounding upon him, the humidity in the jungle so high he was practically drinking the air rather than breathing it.

He heard her closing in on him, knew he was running out of time. But then...

He leapt!

The boar crashed into the wall of spears he’d created, goring herself with a loud, piercing shriek.

* * *

A good couple hours were passed by the time Zahra saw Zach hauling the large boar into the grotto. Blood was on his hands and spattered lightly about his nude, bronzed form. Despite the frightening scene, he looked triumphant. The exhaustion of a long day of exertion not showing as he hauled his prize before her and leaned on his spear.

“How come you have all the fun?” she asked, but he could see something lingering beneath that sarcastic smile and annoyed stare. She was proud of him, happy for his success, but still she clung to the ways of the past, how they treated one another under their parents roof.

It wasn’t going to be an easy transformation, it felt, yet she hadn’t said anything about his moonlit indiscretions. She moved towards him and touched her hand to his bicep, wincing a bit, “It’s already dry. You gotta go for a swim while I clean her up.”

Zahra had never shied from dirty work, or from preparing animals. She’d always been pretty rough and tumble, even though she got along well with her girlfriends. She just managed to walk that line of being likeable.

Zach grinned toothily but kissed her hard as he grabbed hold of her arms, heedless of the messy state he was in. “Just providing for you,” he husked so deeply, and she felt his manhood prod against her own tan flesh, the thrill of the hunt left him aroused and hard still.

She was used to it, by now. That constant, insistent need. He’d left her body sore and torn for days, his cock so much more resilient than her, and she almost sighed. Yet she didn’t.

That loving, lusty gaze in her eyes spoke to her own need and yearning as well, even though she had trouble keeping up with his youthful, male virility. “You need a swim.”

That look on his face said otherwise though. She’d got to know this new brother of hers, so cocky, so assertive and controlling. That look in his emerald eyes was magnified a dozen fold, so deep with lust and command. “Not before I celebrate,” he said, and she felt him tug at her bra before she saw it, his strong hands tearing the material off her. The wear-and-tear of the past months on the island had left it vulnerable to his harshness.

She winced, but didn’t protest. Perhaps she simply knew that it was a matter of time. Perhaps he was wearing her down, and she fluttered her dark lashes over her eyes for that moment that he bared her large, tanned tits to his greedy gaze. A flush crossed her chest, rose up her neck to her cheeks, but she was submitting.

She was giving in.

Her brother leaned in, head tilted as he forced his tongue deep into her mouth. It was such an invasive, probing kiss. So forceful, so hard. She could feel the vibration of his groan as he tasted her, felt the tight grip of one of his hard hands squeeze a breast.

It lasted so long, yet seemed so short, for he was pushing her down into the sand before him in no time. His powerful hands on her shoulders forced her head down to eye-level with his throbbing beast of a cock. She could almost swear her brother was bigger than she ever remembered him being. So firm and full, those veins ripe, bulging and pronounced.

Zahra’s eyes went up to his as her lips first met that throbbing cock, her hand pointing it towards herself. She didn’t warn him to be careful, or threaten him not to go too far. Even after the last time when he had gotten carried away.

His sister’s blonde hair cascaded over her neck and back, and she looked so incredible. So beautiful. If ever there was someone he had to spend the rest of his days with, he couldn’t have asked for someone better.

Her looks were so similar to his with her golden flesh and her flaxen hair, those sea-air waves making her look like a swimsuit model, but for the fact that he’d rid her of all her clothing. She was left entirely bare to him, to the elements, so deliciously exposed and for the taking as her mouth ran down his cock, suckling him gently.

With his chest puffed up, shoulders out and back, he watched her fellate him in the afternoon sun. The shimmering green from the lagoon complimented their natural eye colour so lovely as she worked that proud manhood of his.

Zach gave such low, delicious grunts and groans of pleasure as she served him, and he ate it up. He was returned victorious, and she was his, paying her respects. Those sweet lips of hers the most perfect reverence.

Nothing else mattered. Nothing. And as her sweet lips brought him to such heights of pleasure he took a tight hold of her hair and yanked her head off his dick. There were no words as he moved about her, twisting her into position simultaneously. This was better done with pure force, rather than words, he thought, and he pushed her face down to the sand as he knelt behind her, that slick saliva coated member throbbing for something else. Something more special still.

She gasped as her body flattened into the sand, her knees and arms splayed to try to keep her balance. She was desperate for breath, or perhaps her heavy breathing was just the simple awareness of what would come next. She knew what he was going to do, yet she didn’t protest. She didn’t complain or push him away.

Her firm ass was stuck into the air, her sweet pussy laying just beneath, glistening with her own arousal. Such a lovely sight it made for him as he held her face down in the sand, though he took only mere moments to appreciate it in his state, for he was drunk on his own victory. His own power.

When he sank that wide cock of his into her it was with a loud, throaty moan. “Yesss,” he hissed, and immediately began to pound into her, the motions of his hips fast and hard without any buildup or easing it in. Just the loud slap of his balls striking against her clit moistly to announce his intents as he gripped her hip.

“I’m the greatest,” he husked as he yanked her hair, the command to repeat it implicit.

His sister made the lewdest moan he’d ever heard, and it was like sweet bliss hanging in the air. But it wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t enough. Another tug and her throat tensed as the words bubbled forth off her peachy lips.

“You’re the greatest!” she replied with such enthusiasm and need.

Hearing her say that, even forced as she was, made him moan in satisfaction, his cock throb in delight. “Sissss,” he hissed again, and he fucked her harder, for no other reason than he wanted to pound home his dominance, his control. His triumph.

Zach let go of her hip to strike her ass cheek so brutally hard. “Fuck yeah,” he called out and she felt him tense within her, his cock twitch and without delay she knew he was spewing his load into her without pretense of anything this time. He was fucking her to breed her, because she was his, and there was nothing more to it.

She whimpered as she felt him shudder, yet he swore that her pussy was clenching him tighter, even as she moaned his name. Even as she sounded so unhappy, her body slammed against his.

It never stopped there though, so drunk on his own glory he continued with his rough handling of her. He yanked back her hair so that she felt some of the strands tear out of her scalp, his thick cock pounded so roughly. “Who do you belong to, sis?” he demanded the answer as he pounded her down into the ground, her breasts mashed to the hot sand as he took her with a sort of savagery she’d not yet known from him. “Who owns you?!”

She was such an independent woman, his twin sister. It made those words even sweeter. “You!” He didn’t figure she’d bother placating him, for she never had before, and that was even better. She believed it. He could tell she did, as her flesh was pounded and scraped so brutally, her pussy turning reddish with his force.

The Zach she knew so short a while ago would’ve been tender with her. Would’ve taken care, for how much they’d fucked she was sore and in pain. Yet now he hammered her with unknown savagery, as wild as the beast he’d slayed. “Damn right,” he grunted, and she never felt that cock inside her soften or shrink, not even for a moment.

His tan, gorgeously sculpted male physique was primed, hard and ready. He was at his peak. Never would he be so virile and in command as that moment, it seemed. For how could he? This was the greatest high conceivable, and he struck her again with a loud resounding slap against her ass in celebration of it. “You’re mine, bitch!” he called out amidst the harsh sounding slaps. Then he yanked on her hair, pulling her neck back as he growled down at her, “You’re mine to ride and breed forever, sister.”

She gasped and whimpered, trying to pull away from him, but it didn’t matter. He was holding onto her, and her meagre wiggles weren’t enough to fight him off. Not by a long shot. Her golden hair was tangled between his fingers, her face towards the tropical sky, and they made the picture of perfection.

He knew it. People would kill just to see the beautiful twins fucking on the tropical beach, to see him take his independent sister and make her his. To get her to understand her place as his woman. His wife, and sister, and lover.

With the tang of the boar’s blood still in the air, she felt him cum again in his ravaging of her, and there was never any doubt as to where he unloaded it. Her beast of a brother was taking her for all she was worth, and she doubted he’d ever slow down.

* * *

The months on the island since they’d discovered each other sexually had been like something from another world. The twin siblings no longer lived a life that resembled their old one. No longer professional athletes on their way to college, they were now like wild things.

The two of them so browned by the sun, his body so hard and muscular. His hair had grown long and golden, like a thick lion’s mane about his neck. The boar’s meat added to their diet so that he’d grown bulkier with muscle, and they knew enough of how to dry and store it so that it lasted them a long time with their fish and fruit.

He’d even discovered a method of tracking the boars and finding the delicious tubers they ate, thereby adding something else to their diet.

It was hard work when it needed done, but it rarely did. It was easy to supply for them, left them with so much free time. Free time to rut like beasts, mostly.

Though on a rare moment he instead guided her through the jungle to the beach shore. She’d not been there in a while, since her pregnancy had gotten so advanced. But lingering in the grotto by the lagoon had worn on her nerves, he could tell. So though she’d never ask, he took her for a walk, the two nude lovers–and siblings–walking side by side. The spear in Zach’s hand as he led her along protectively. There were, after all, other boars on the island.

“Careful of the shells on the beach,” he reminded her in his deep voice as they neared the edge of the tropical trees.

She knew. She was the one that told him about it, but she didn’t argue or tease him. Not anymore. Instead she just moved closer to his, her arm entwined with his body as her green gaze went everywhere. He could tell she was happy, even if she didn’t speak much anymore. She didn’t need to.

Not with how well he understood her.

Her long hair was almost to her nude bottom, her body having lost some of its athletic tone since she’d swollen so large with child. Her free arm coddled that large, firm flesh and felt the baby move within her, its foot pressing against her hand. She didn’t fret about it any longer.

As soon as they came to the beach he turned her towards him and smiled down so full of self-confidence. “Here we are, sis,” and there was deep, tender affection in his eyes despite his stern look, his calm control.

He stuck the end of the spear into the sand and put both hands upon her. He squeezed one of her milk-engorged breasts and stroked over her smooth belly. “This is going to be the most beautiful, perfect child ever to grace the earth,” he declared with certainty, so smugly confident in the fruits of their incestuous loins as his own prodded up to life against her thigh.

They’d been out there a full year, and she knew his body so well. Her hand fell to his cock and gripped it so perfectly. He’d taught her everything she needed to know about pleasing him, spent hours coaching her and making her into his image.

The perfect woman.

Her breast leaked its milk over his hand, dribbling down the digit as she stroked him. “It won’t be long,” she murmured as her swollen womb brushed his abs.

There was no shame, no hesitation. Not anymore. The island was theirs, the ##world was theirs. And thanks to his insistence, they had reclaimed some innocence, some ability to live on it freely and without hesitation to indulge their baser instincts.

“Not long before I have to fill you with another,” he boasted confidently as she so expertly handled his cock. The constant fucking of nearly nine months had given them plenty of time to master so much of each other’s bodies.

With a husky groan he bent down and put his lips to her free teat, suckled at it blatantly in the mid-morning sun. He was unbothered by drinking his sister’s milk, he’d made that clear before. Claiming it as another fruit of his ownership of her that he’d take as he saw fit.

That soft little “Ah,” the way her nipple hardened against his tongue spoke of her own lack of concern. At first she’d protested, ashamed and afraid, but he enjoyed it, and just like everything else, she had succumbed and learned to take her own pleasure in it. Her breasts were so large, bigger even than they had been prior to her pregnancy, and they sat atop that pregnant swell in such a suggestive manner.

Her nipples were a darker brown from the sun, from the pregnancy, and stood out so prominently as they hardened, leaking that sweet milk onto his tongue. It was so perverse, so wrong, yet they didn’t care. They’d lost their shame together, and they had no desire to learn it again.

Zach squeezed and groped her tit and ass cheek so lewdly as he drank. It was only when that skillful twist and pump of his thick cock became so tantalizingly pleasurable that he could no longer ignore it that he had to stop. He licked about his lips and groaned with satisfaction, “C’mon. I need to dump a load in you before we go any further,” and his hands had already begun to gently but forcibly guide her body to the sand to her hands and knees.

She was less graceful, her balance set off, but that only worked better for him. She was so much more pliable and agreeable as her knees spread, her milk spilling into the sand as her breasts swayed beneath her body. She was already soaking wet for him, her pussy lips glistening beneath her round ass.

Her blond hair spilled over her bronzed cheeks and her breathing was so much louder, even against the crashing of the waves along the shore.

Zach never grew tired of that sight. Of seeing his sister bent over and willingly presenting herself for him. Her puffy pussy lips so swollen and red from his frequent use of her. Even as she’d swollen with his incestuous child he’d not ceased taking her again and again each day, his young male virility knowing no bounds.

Though even he, as strong and savage as he’d become, played a bit gentler with her as he slid that thick, engorged cock into her moist lips. Such a deep, unrestrained groan filled the air as he took hold of her hip and hair, using the long strands like reins to control her. “Can’t wait for you to pop so I can fit more of my dick back in you,” he husked before beginning the motions of his hips, fucking her openly upon the beach with a tug of her hair. The fullness of her womb didn’t let as much of his length into her as he used to be able to get in.

Yet she still moaned with that wanton need, her toes curling into the sand. They were perpetually nude, always fucking, yet it had only gotten better. He knew just the places to hit to remind his sister of why she wanted to please him. To remind her of her place.

It was bliss to take over her life, to make her his and be able to play her body with such ease. He knew her inside and out, and yet they never tired of one another. Well, he never tired of her.

Zahra’s moan cut through the air as he tugged her hair again, that sound like a drug as her cunny squeezed him, sending tendrils of ecstasy up his length.

Sweet bliss inside his own sister, that was the only way he could describe it. He held her tight as she gripped him so exquisitely. That tight clench prompted him to increase his pace, the bucking grown a little harder, a little too hard as he bumped into her deeply, painfully. But he groaned with such satisfaction, his dick swelled with such hunger inside her. “That’s it, sis. My sweet lil’ cum dump,” he crooned affectionately in that harsh manner of his. “My personal sister slut,” and he punctuated his degrading words with a slap of her ass.

She used to whimper, and protest. She used to hate those cruel words, but instead they simply made her moan louder, her back arching as he spanked her. He could see the blood rush to her flesh, reddening it in the shape of his large palm, marking his sister physically.

Just like her pregnant swell that hung towards the sand. Her fleshy tits bobbed back and forth as he fucked into her and she cried out, “Cumming!”

He’d hit that special spot within her, and combined with that harsh slap, it was all she needed to come crashing down around him, her body singing in exquisite bliss, transcending to another plane around her brother’s cock.

Zach loved that feel, the warm flood of her honey across his dick and flooding out to his balls. His eyes rolled back as he groaned aloud, “That’s it. Cum on my dick, bitch.” But he was already losing his own resolve, and his cock twitched within her tight cunt, so stiff and hard.

In a moment it went over that precipice, spasmed erratically as he pumped his full load into her warm depths. “Thaaat’s it,” he said, his hand pulled back on her blonde hair as he did, forcing her to acknowledge his own release as he shot his seed into her already pregnant womb.

She was like a weak little ragdoll bobbing against his cock, her body flushed from the orgasm. She was having trouble even keeping herself up on her hands and knees until she felt that harsh tug of his hand in her hair. “Zach,” she moaned out. His name almost sounded like a hymn, a beautiful praise made just for him.

They lingered like a while until the satisfaction of their fucking bled from them gradually. He pulled her back, his cock still lodged inside her quim, and he put his arm about her chest and held her to his. “Good girl,” he husked and kissed her neck, brushing the golden hair out of the way. “I love you, sis. So much,” and the simple words, uttered in such a hard, deep voice, were nothing but pure, tender truth. She felt it radiate off him as he cradled her pregnant stomach so gently.

Her lashes fell over her green eyes as she moved back into him, her body so warm from the sun, from the fucking, from her love. Her palms rested on the back of his hands and she smiled so serenely. “We should stay the night out here, enjoy a piece of our old home for a change,” she murmured in her sex laden voice.

Zach bit her ear, tugged the lobe then let it snap back. “Maybe,” he said in response. Then with a squeeze of one of her heavy, milk-laden tits he slid out of her, leaving her to drool his thick cream as he stood. “Let’s go down the beach towards the old spot then,” he said, and he pulled her up to her feet with ease, a smooth smile on his face.

She seemed so much heavier, so much more exhausted after their fucking, but her smile never faded as she moved against him while he grabbed his spear. She leaned on him a little bit more, her arm cradling her pregnant stomach as her cunny oozed his cum down her thick thighs. Her breast milk dripped slowly over the round swell of her breasts, but she paid it no mind.

They were lost in their own blissful little reality. Zach kissed her temple and smiled, looking excited for the prospects of what was to spring from their loins.

They had let down their guard so much that they hadn’t noticed what awaited them. Not the boat off the coast as they rutted like animals, nor the men on the shore until they were nearly upon them.

It was then as the two groups stared at one another that the old reality sank in. Just like that, in the blink of an eye, the old world shame hit them as they stood, arm in arm, nude and still damp from their incestuous breeding before a group of unknown men. They were staring at them as if they were some savages out of a movie.

Zahra’s arm immediately slipped up, cupping her breasts as she looked towards Zach, her lip trembling.

About the Author

Candy Quinn loves writing naughty, dirty stories - both short and sexy, and long and scandalous. Lots of taboo pregnancy, discipline, and first time virgins fill her filthy mind, which she loves to share with you. If you need something to scratch that secret itch, turn to Candy!

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Breeding Erotica - On The Farm

The Farmgirl & The Fugitive: A Fertile First Time

Dixie: Fertile First Time on the Farm

Bought by the Billionaire

The Farmgirl & The Bandit

Breeding Erotica - Bad Boys

Bought by the Bad Boy

Fertile First Time with a Bad Boy Biker: The Farmgirl & The Outlaw

Dancing for the Mob Boss

Breeding Erotica - Virgins

Punished by the Principal

The Fertile Pet Maid: BDSM Bareback with a Billionaire

Fertile First Time Tourist: Vacation to Cuba

Professor's Pet: First Time Bareback BDSM

The Billionaire’s Obsession

The Billionaire’s Fertile Submissive

The Fertile Foreign Exchange

Little Brat Peeps On: Fiona’s First Time

Breeding Erotica - Other

Fertile Bimbo: Bareback in the Office

The Fertile Stewardess: Mile High with a Billionaire

His Fertile Sweetheart: Bareback High School Reunion

His Fertile Present - FMF

Love that First Night

The Fertile Tour Guide

And a Fertile New Year

The Fertile Bride

The Fertile Actress

The Fertile Lingerie Model

The Fertile Beauty Queen

The Fertile Beauty Queen & My Wife

The Doctor and the Fertile Housewife

The Doctor and the Fertile Housewives

His Fertile Groupie

Desperate For It

Step Erotica

Stepbrother’s Baby

Taboo Threesome (FFM)

Pregnant Brat for Christmas

The Priest’s Brat

Teaching the Brat

Forbidden Angel: Taboo M/F/M Erotica

His Brat's Fertile First Time: Blaire: A Taboo Bareback

His Brat's Fertile First Time - Avril: Taboo

The Billionaire & His Brat: A Taboo First Time

Other Erotica

World’s Finest

Discipline the Dancer

Caught Cheating (An Accidental Cuckold)

Anthologies

Forbidden Fertile Brats 1

Too Taboo! 3: A Forbidden Fun Taboo Bundle

Forbidden Fantasies (A Naughty List Taboo Collection)

All for One and One for All 3 (The Naughty List Menage Boxed Set)

50 Forbidden Fantasies

Sting of Lust: 20 Book BDSM Domination Romance Mega Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

No Shame in Submission (Shameless Book Bundles 7)

I Love It: 10 Intense Stories to Keep the Passion Alive (Shameless Book Bundles 6)

Hopelessly Outnumbered: 10 Stories. 53 Men. 13 Women. You Do The Math (Shameless Book Bundles)

Take the Heat: A Criminal Romance Anthology

Club Alpha: BDSM Romance Boxed Set

Shades of Surrender: Fifty by Fifty #4: A Billionaire Romance Boxed Set

So Wrong 8: The Ultimate Taboo Box Set

Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (Shameless Book Bundles 5)

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