Page 10 of Silks

Chapter 4 (Teddy)

I lay on my back in the trundle bed. There was absolutely no way I was going to be able to sleep tonight without jacking off. My dick was hard as a damn rock lying in such close proximity to my sister.

She was such a dirty hippie she hadn’t even showered before bed and I could smell her—a hint of sunscreen, that delicious smell of sun on skin, some kind of coconut from her shampoo, the mint from her juleps on her lips.

God, what would her pussy smell like? I wanted to bury my nose deep inside her cunt and just fucking inhale her scent.

Was she asleep? I shifted uncomfortably, my chest heaving up and down. There was a slick sheen of sweat on the back of my neck, and I could feel precum beading my dick, probably soaking through my boxers.

And the way she had looked when she came out of the bathroom in that big sleep shirt with no bra on! The T-shirt was big, but the material was thin, and I could see the round fullness of her breasts, her nipples taut against the fabric.

God, what I wanted to do to her.

Outwardly, I was a successful businessman, cold, powerful, uncaring about anything but winning and profits.

But inside, I was a freak, a sexual deviant, someone who should be doused in holy water, because all I had ever wanted was my twin sister.

She was the one I pictured when I touched my cock in the shower. It was her face I saw when I took a woman home. Her pussy I craved like a drug I needed to live.

I was just about to get up as quietly as I could and go into the bathroom to jerk off when I heard a noise.

It was Ophelia getting out of bed. She moved stealthily too. Like she didn’t want to be heard. I would’ve thought if she was just going to pee, she wouldn’t creep this carefully over me. She’d just step on my balls; she wouldn’t give a shit.

I opened one eye as she stepped over me, and I got a delicious view directly up that baggy sleep shirt she wore, the pink tips of her nipples visible from this angle, and the little bows on her thong panties.

Fuck.

Why did she have to be so hot even though she was an utter slob?

I had once broken up with a woman because she admitted she didn’t exfoliate, and here I was thirsting over my own sister who was grimy and probably took 2.5 minute showers to save the planet.

But none of my rules ever applied to Ophelia.

My sister crawled over me, not realizing that her twin brother was clutching the side of the bed with one hand to keep himself from jumping up and sinking his dick in her.

But I had been restraining myself for a long time when it came to her. I could control myself.

And I was right. She didn’t go to the bathroom at all, but opened the door to the hallway and slipped out.

Oh, God. What was she up to now?

I had a sudden searing fear.

What if she was slipping out to meet someone like Chet?

Over my absolute dead fucking body was she going to fuck anyone else while she was here.

I slipped out of bed and followed her. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and I heard a little noise down the hall. My sister was opening the door to Dad’s study.

What was she doing now?

My uneasiness increased.

I was desperate to see Ophelia. It was all I wanted ever since the day she left. I would take anything she gave me. Any scrap of time. I wanted her anytime she came home. Anytime she wanted to see me. But I was nervous about the possibility of her getting caught up in what Dad was planning for this weekend. It was supposed to be a simple operation. Once the money changed hands, Mintmaker’s high placement would be all but assured.