I tried, desperately, to fall back to sleep. Asleep, I’d be safe. Asleep, hopefully my body would act in a manner that wasn’t obscenely inappropriate for being in contact with my twin sister. Sleep, however, was clearly too busy helping out my bed companions to have any left in reserve for me.
For all my consternation, there was something special about spooning with a girl. I’d always enjoyed it, whether as a lead-in to sex or as a way to savor that post-coital bliss through the night. My nose was nestled in Av’s hair and I could smell a hint of her fruity shampoo and her own natural scent. Pheromones, dammit. Then my breathing naturally matched her slow inhales and exhales. It felt like we were melting into one single being.
I thought back to Kaia’s earlier comment, how Avery and I had spent the first nine months of our life spooning. It had been a flippant joke, but maybe there was a little something to it. We had grown up together, possibly closer to one another than either of our parents. Siblings, yes, so lovers wasn’t appropriate, yet I loved her and wanted to protect her.
My body kept not getting the message that the sexual response wasn’t necessary or even welcome. Avery shifted and I thought I might finally have an opening to slip away and maybe get to sleep. Instead, she grasped my hand and pulled my arm more fully around her body. My hand ended up pressed against her breasts. Yeah, that’d help.
My animal brain started to beat my higher consciousness into submission. I ran my fingers ever so subtly across one of Avery’s nipples. It hardened rapidly under my touch. I continued to rub it softly, then captured the hard nub between a couple fingers and squeezed gently. Av didn’t seem to react, her breathing steady under my hand.
I kept telling myself I should stop, that this was over the line. But I didn’t. That my hand was pinned against her was a convenient excuse. I could have shifted my hips back to break contact, but I didn’t. After several minutes of holding still, I started groping her breast more assertively while thrusting my hardon into her butt cleavage rhythmically.
After several minutes, I became aware of a change in her breathing — shallow and quicker. Her heartbeat, too, had quickened. Was she awake? Would she freak out at me as she came to her senses?
Her hand that she’d been using to trap mine against her chest loosened and then let go. Now was my chance to get free, to roll away from her. Perhaps it was her subtle offer without the confrontation.
But I didn’t move my hand. I simply remained frozen. She, however, reached back and placed her hand on my hip. Again, I expected the rejection, that she’d push me away. She didn’t. She rubbed my hip lovingly.
My heart raced, my breath held for an eternity until my chest felt ready to explode. Then Avery moved her hand down between us and wrapped her fingers around my cock. Fuck, this couldn’t be happening. Shouldn’t be happening.
As soon as she started jerking me, I could breathe again. I grasped her breast firmly and pulled her back into my chest. My face, buried in her hair, nestled forward until my lips found her neck. I kissed her and she gasped silently in response.