Meet Alfred, a brilliant, young genetics researcher who just so happens to be exhausted when he wakes up each morning. And his near identical 'sister' Alison, who only comes out at night and seems to have lost her ability to remember, not only her own life, but her brother. What happens when they're forced to understand the root of their problems are closer than either suspect? And also centered around their mutual attraction for the hunky neighbor next door?
Warning: this explicit 5500 word story is intended for mature audiences only! It contains: anal sex, vaginal sex, first time sex (defloration), gay scenes and more. 18+ only!
Minutes after he left, I barricaded the front door with the kitchen table and searched for a mirror. At the same time, I poured over the few, superficial memories I could think of: painting my nails bright red, shaving under my arms and legs, sniffing the perfume of a rose. All things I seemed to enjoy, but nothing of who I was.
In the bathroom, I first glimpsed myself through the depths of my Mediterranean eyes. At my olive skin, that almost appeared oiled by the way it glistened; at my luscious lips that seemed to pout as I stared expressionless; at the dark, curly locks that framed my well-formed face.
I freed myself of the restrictive shirt and my pendulous breasts wriggled with the slightest motion of my arms. I tweaked on my dark pink nipples - until piqued - the sore nubs poked out. Closing my eyes, I imagined them pressed within a mouth, Anthony's mouth.
Quickly, unceremoniously, I jerked the pants and boxer shorts from my bottom half and found the black curls between my legs hiding the mystery of my nether lips. With a trembling finger, I pushed inside the shallows of my tight folds, feeling the wetness of my juices.
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Published November 9, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.