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It was our parents fault, really.
Their first mistake was naming my sister Eve, and their second mistake was naming me Adam. How could they think our story would end any other way with the names they gave us?
Our story started when I was eighteen years old, and was spending my last summer at home working a part time job at a tomato packing facility in the city. It was a good gig for a soon to be college freshman. Once you got hired, you were given a badge and then you just showed up and worked as long as you wanted before clocking out. Of course, you could always could always be called in and fired if you didn’t show up. That had never happened to me and I planned on keeping the job even after I started college.
Since I didn’t have to worry about school hours during the summer, I knocked out a fifty hour work-week and the day after my check came, I slept in for the first time since school ended.
When I woke up, the sun was high in the sky, and natural light was filling my room. I groaned glancing at window across from my bed. The curtains were pulled back and I knew for a fact that I had closed them before going to sleep.
I rolled out of bed and didn’t even bother putting on a shirt before storming downstairs to confront the culprit.
It didn’t take me long to find Eve. She was in the kitchen, digging through the fridge and despite the clock on the stove saying it was past noon, my sister was still wearing her what she liked to call her PJ’s. The bottoms were nothing special, just a pair of gray plaid pants our aunt had sent for christmas last year. It was the top half that always made me pause for a second to long. A loose white shirt that did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Eve turned around and knocked the fridge door shut with her hip. Yep, sure enough, two points were sticking out from her chest.
When she saw me, she stopped. I played Tight End for my high school football team so I knew I was in good shape. The few girls I had dated throughout my junior and senior year never had anything bad to say about my looks. I knew at 6’5 and weighing in at over 240 pounds mostly muscle I was bigger than most high schoolers. But other than that I was pretty ordinary having inherited my mothers dark brown hair and brown eyes.
It was a running joke that in our family that Eve got all the unique genes. I couldn’t disagree.
I knew that our parents couldn’t control which twin got which genes, but I’m gonna say making Eve so attractive was their third mistake.
She was perfection.
Where I got our dads height, and our mothers hair and eyes, Eve got the reverse. She was a tiny 5’2, and inch shorter than our mom, but got dad’s red-hair and green eyes. The freckles across her nose and cheeks let her pull of cute and sexy, something that was hard to do.
“Are you just gonna stare at me all day?” she asked.
Before I could answer, her eyes dropped from my naked chest to the pole rising in my sweat pants. I didn’t sleep with underwear on, so everything was on display.
Eve laughed and pointed a finger at the large tent. “Seriously, little bro? I’ve read about guys stuffing their pants online, but I didn’t think people did it for real.”
She nodded towards my still growing cock and said, “No one is going to believe that thing is real. What’s in their anyway? Sex toy from amazon?”
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“How’d you get it to get “hard” anyway?” Eve teased, setting her can of coke on the counter.
I took a breath as she slinked around the island counted towards me. We never put much stock in twin telepathy myth, but the closer she got, the more sure I was that I was about to have a hand wrapped around my dick.
Sure enough, when she was a close enough, her small hand palmed the underside of my cock, lifting the weight of it before letting it drop. She squeezed and stroke.
I let out a satisfied groan, then cursed myself as her hand stopped. I looked down and couldn’t help but smirk when I saw her green eyes peering up at me. They were full of surprise.
“It’s real?” she whispered.
“It’s very real.” I confirmed.
We stood there in the kitchen, my cock in Eve’s hand and less than half a foot of space between our bodies.
Eve reacted first, pulling her hand away. There was a bit of red in her cheeks and I grinned. After all the teasing she gave me about staring at her well-sized chest and her tight, toned ass, I finally had something on her.
“Never seen an eight incher before?” I reached down as if I was going to pull my pants down.
“Bullshit!” Eve exclaimed. “It might be big, but no way do you have eight inches.”
“Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t.” Eve repeated firmly. “There’s just no way.”
“You want to bet?” I challenged, dragging my sweat pants down until the base of my cock was showing.
Eve’s eyes didn’t leave my face. Her blush had vanished and her pouty lips had turned up in a mocking smirk. “Sure, let’s bet,” she answered with a shrug of her shoulders.
I blinked. Usually she backed down when I tried to make bets with her. Mostly because when we always bet for money and her only income was the allowance she got from our parents. It was kind of a sore spot between us, that they gave her an allowance when I was cut off when I turned sixteen and was forced to get a job.
“What’s the bet going to be?” I asked.
Eve’s smirk turned downright cruel. “I noticed you’ve been working a lot this week,” she said.
“So, if I win, we go cash your check right now and you give me every penny.”
I snorted. “Fuck that,” I said harshly. I worked hard for that money. It was my mine.
My sister continued as if I hadn’t said a word. “And if you win, we’ll go upstairs and I’ll give you a handy in bed.”
My mouth went dry. A hand job? From my hotter than Hell itself older sister?
Between us, my soldier stood at attention. I had never gotten harder faster than I did in that moment.
“Deal!” I nodded like I was bobblehead toy.
Eve didn’t say a word and went to get the tape measure mom kept in the top drawer. I couldn’t help but feel guilty as she pulled the drawer open.
“Wait,” I said stopping her. “Eve, I’ve measure my dick enough to know it’s eight inches. You’re not going to win this.”
“You already agreed to the bet,” she said narrowing her eyes.
I jumped as she slammed the drawer shut and stalked back towards me, tape measure in hand.
When she was in front of me again, Eve patted me on the cheek with her free hand. “This is are last summer before college. I could use the extra few hundred dollars. I’m not letting you back down bahis siteleri now.”
“Fine,” I said, leaning down and shucking my sweat pants down to my ankles.
I stood up and closed my eyes. The guilt was still there, but it was just a faint echo now. I tried to do the right thing and let her back down. It wasn’t my fault she was to stubborn to listen.
“God, it’s big,” Eve whispered.
I shuddered as her hand cupped me again. If being held through my sweat pants felt good, skin to skin contact with my sister was heavenly. Her palm was soft and her grip was light.
My self control was usually a lot better, but I could feel my balls starting to contract. I was close to cumming and Eve had barely touched me.
So focused on how good it felt to have my sister hold my cock, I completely missed the measuring. I didn’t even feel the tape measure on me before it was falling to the ground.
“Eight…eight and half inches…” Eve’s shocked whisper brought me back down to earth.
“Told you,” I said.
“You’re not really gonna make me…?”
“Bet’s a bet, sis.” I told her and pulled up my pants.
I grabbed her and and started leading her upstairs to my bedroom. On our way up the steps I cursed for rushing down stairs. If I had stayed in bed and rubbed one or two out like I usually did, then I would have lasted longer. Now I’d be lucky to last more than a minute with Eve stroking me.
“You can’t actually want a hand job from me, Adam.” Eve said as I pulled her into my room.
“Don’t sell yourself short, sis,” I couldn’t help but tease her. “You’re great looking girl.”
“Fuck you!” she snapped back. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
I let go over her hand a climbed into my bed, leaning my back against the head rest. Eve sat down so close the edge of the mattress half her butt was hanging off it. Her hand went straight down my pants and she started tugging away.
I didn’t feel an ounce of pleasure. Her grip was too tight, she was moving too fast and when I looked at her she had her eyes locked onto the ceiling. It was the most impersonal intimate act I had ever been a part.
“Knock that shit off,” I growled and pulled her hand out of my pants.
“What?” she asked still looking at the ceiling. “I thought you wanted a hand job?”
“If that was a hand job, I’m the fucking Queen of England.” I said, annoyed at her attempt to rob me of what I had rightfully won.
My dick was still aching hard, but I was no longer on the cusp of release. As arousing as my sister was, her attitude had ruined the taboo of it all.
Still, I had won a hand job, so I was going to get one. I rolled off my bed and stood up. Eve was face level with a hard pole for all of a split second before she was jumping to her feet. Her face was beet red and I could see her looking around the room for something to focus on. Despite her attempts to keep from staring, her eyes always came back to me. More specifically the eight inches of me that she didn’t think I had.
“You ever seen one this big?” I couldn’t help but ask as I rearranged my pillows again.
“What?” Eve frowned at the question.
“It’s just that you seemed sure that there was no way in hell I could have eight inches,” I shrugged while I pulled back my comforter. “Did you think they didn’t get that big or something?”
“No…” Eve sighed. “You remember Kelly? She bahis şirketleri moved away our sophmore year?”
I nodded my head and crawled back into bed. This time I was under the covers and my head was leaning against my pillows stacked against the head rest. I reached for my phone and opened the Netflix app.
“Sure I do.” I answered Eve while it loaded. “I used to have a huge crush on her, but she didn’t like me.”
“Yeah, well before she left, she told everyone she gave you a hand job at the drive in and you didn’t even fill her hand.”
“Wow, what a bitch,” I said. Despite the situation, Eve nodded. Even when things were awkward she was still on my side.
“Totally.” she agreed.
“Great, now get in,” I reached out and pulled her underneath the covers.
I dragged her to the middle of the bed, trapping her against my side. “We’re going to do it right this time, Eve.” I said as I held up my phone.
An old episode of friends was playing, Eve loved that show and I knew. I wrapped my free arm around her shoulders and directed her until she was resting against my chest.
Her hand went into my pants again, but I grabbed her elbow before she could start tugging again.
“Slow,” I instructed her.
Eve scoffed. “I know how to give a hand job, ass hole.”
“Didn’t feel like it,” I retorted, the sighed. “I don’t know why you’re making this harder than it needs to be. The bet isn’t over until I cum.”
“Fine, then get ready,” Eve said. “You’re never gonna want another girl to touch you after this.”
I relaxed into my pillows as my sister started stroking me. Her grip was light again, her palm sliding up and down my pole. She stopped after a few seconds.
“Seriously!” I groaned.
“Oh, be quiet you big baby. You’re going to like this.” Eve brought her hand out from underneath the blankets and spit into her palm.
She smirked and then she was stroking me again spreading her saliva along my pole and circling my tip.
I nearly dropped my phone.
Eve leaned up on one knee so she could whisper in my ear. “Feel good?” she asked as she continued to jerk me off.
“It feels amazing.” I groaned. I was back on track for a quick cum again.
“Good, I want to make you feel good,” Eve caught my earlobe in her teeth. “I didn’t want to tell you, but I got sooo wet in the kitchen. My panties were ruined the second I saw you’re big cock.”
“Yeah?” I hissed in pleasure. “You like it?”
“I love it,” she moved lower to kiss my neck, whispering against my skin. “I didn’t want to love it. You’re my brother. You’re big hard cock shouldn’t make we want to bend over the table for you and beg for a Good. Hard. Fucking!”
“Oh, fuck I’m gonna cum!” I dropped my phone, the Friends episode forgotten. Eve obviously didn’t need it to help her relax anymore.
“Am I gonna make your big cock spit?” Eve’s lips were pressed against my ear.
“We need something for the mess,” I was amazed I managed to get the words out. “I cum a lot and I don’t want to ruin my bed.”
Eve snorted drawing back. “If I had a dime for every time I heard that and was disappointed, I wouldn’t have needed to make a bet for your check.” she said slowing her strokes as she spoke.
“No, I’m serious Eve.” I said as my balls contracted.
“Mmmhmph.” Eve nodded. Her hand stopped moving. “How much do you cum?”
She was teasing me.
“I could fill one of dads shot glasses.”
I glanced at Eve. She was looking at me the same way she did when I told her I was packing eight inches.
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