Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2007 21:30:02 -0800 (PST) From: Joseph Hungary Subject: Loving Adam - Chapter 1 Disclaimer - This is completely fictional. All names and crap of any similarities are completely coincidental. If you are not of legal age, please stop reading and go away. If you do not approve of gay/bi sex or incestuous relationships, you may also leave. Otherwise enjoy. Before I start the story, I'd like to say that this is my second story here on Nifty. My first one didn't work out too well. It was based on my actually experiences, and though I got many positive feedback, I also got hate mail and apparently no body believed the story I was writing. So I gave up on that. Here is an attempt to write a FICTIONAL story. But because I am lazy, I may use some of the same names. It will help me visualize everything more clearly. Sorry about all this, and thanks. ______________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 1: We just stared at them as they walked away. Dillon and his friends. They acted like they could just push people around because they were on the basketball team and the football team. They acted as if they were so tough, until somebody else starts pushing them around. That's when they start getting confused. They never even thought that someone such as myself and Allysa would do something about it. Me and my best friend were considered "outcasts" in our middle school. Just because we're not part of the "popular" crowd. We don't even fit into the other cliques. It's just, us. "I can't believe we have to put up with this for 3 more years." I said looking over at her as we sat at our table at lunch. It was a little off into the corner, but it was fine. It was close to the bathrooms and to the lunch lines. Not that we would ever eat the Caff food. "Adam, we're still 6th graders. We have this, and then high school. You could only imagine how much that's gonna suck." Allysa said. I nodded. "Yeah, but all the parties, drinking, and sex will make up for it." We laughed. "Well, we already do 2 out of 3!" Me and Allysa had been best friends since 3rd grade when I transferd schools. Before then, I lived with my dad. We started experimenting with things at a young age. It was halfway through 5th grade when we started drinking. During the summer before 6th grade, we picked up smoking. Growing up in a city like ours, you couldn't expect anything less. Half of the kids were doing. We weren't doing it to fit in. We were doing it just because. "Don't you just love how she ignores us like this?" Allysa asked looking over at me. Then back to the crowd at the Populars. Somewhere a little closer to the center of the crowd was a beautiful blond who stood out. She had sparkling blue eyes and some golden low lights in her hair. "Just like all the other Populars." she mumbled as she drank her bottle of half coke half vodka. I shook my head. "She's not like all the other dumbasses. Come on now." I said looking at her. "You're just saying that because she's your sister!" "SHHH!" I hissed at her. Nobody was supposed to know that we were twins. Stephanie didn't mind at all. It was me who didn't want people to know. I didn't want people treating me different. Which they probably would. I didn't want to be part of her world, which is what they will try to drag me into if they found out. And if not. If I continued to be the jerk that I was, they would treat Steph like shit. I couldn't have that happen. I loved my sister. And the whole point of ignoring us, well that's her job. Just like it was our job to make fun of them and ignore them. "I'm sorry." Allysa apologized. She still didn't get it. She was practically at our house every night. And when she wasn't, then I was at hers. We were always together. So she knew my sister very well. She couldn't understand that she could be incredibly nice and sweet at home, but then be so cold at school. Just then, the bell rang. "It's cool. Let's go." I said as we stood up to grab our bags. The one negative thing about our table was that it was really close to the Popular's tables. We basically sat in the Popular Wing of the cafeteria. There were a few random tables here and there with non-Pops, but either than that, it was a big mess of stupid, pretty, rich people. We had to take a certain route to get around them. Just because the way they talked was so retarded and plus they walked REALLY slow. Today was even more critical. I almost kicked Dillon's ass today because of all the mad shit he was talking about me and Allysa. Allysa, and one of Dillon's buddies Chris, had to pull us apart. They didn't want any of the the administration to see us. Then we'd all get in trouble. * * * * * "I just don't see why you're friend's with somebody like him." I said to her when we got home after she confronted me about what happened between my and Dillon. "He's a nice guy, Adam! He really is." she pleaded. "I just don't see why you guy's CAN'T be friends." she looked at me with her eyes. Those eyes, I had them. They were so big and blue. The sparkled like stars, and when they would get watery, they would sparkle more. It was like a weakness for me. I had to turn away. "Yeah, I really don't see that happening any time soon." that's when the bedroom door swung open. It was Allysa. "Hey Ally" I said calmly. It was no surprise. We just pop in and out of eachother's houses all the time. So it was really no big deal. "What's up?" I asked. She just shook her head. "Um, you're mom is drinking again." she said sadly. Our mom was an alcoholic. She had a drink every night. Usually scotch. Which made it so easy to get drinks for me and Allysa. I checked my watch, it was almost 8. About time for my mom to stop drinking. "Alright, I'll go take care of her. Can you guys make sure Blake's got everything done? You know, shower, and stuff." I asked them. Blake was our younger brother. He was only a year younger than us, but we didn't want him to see his mom like this. The nodded and walked down the hall to go check on him while I went down the stairs to my mom. When I got down there, she wasn't there. I coudn't find her. Then I saw the front door open a little bit. 'Dear God' I thought to myself. What was she doing outside? Anything could happen to her out there. I ran to the door and swung it open. "MOM!" I yelled as I tried to look for her. She wasn't in the yard. I looked down the street. "NANNETTE!" Sometimes she responded better when I called her by her name. That's when I spotted her. She was at the end of the street sitting on a curb. A glass in one hand and a cigarette in another. I ran down to get her. "Mom, come on. Let's go back home." She nodded as I helped her up. I took her glass, which was mostly water now because of the melted ice. She finished the cigarette (I couldn't take that from her, it'd be fucked up!) and walked back home. My arm was around her shoulder the whole time as I helped her inside the house. I walked her to her room where she sat on the bed. She was so out of it. I could tell all she wanted to do was sleep. "Okay, lift your arms up." I told her. It was like taking care of a little kid. I had to get her undressed and into comfortable clothes. She did what I said as she laughed. I just shook my head as I helped take her shirt off. I threw it over to the laundry basket, then reached over to unhook her bra. I was so used to this routine by this time. I didn't need to take care of her everyday, just most of them. And we're all so used to seeing our mom naked, it doesn't bother us. Our mom used to get undressed in front of us all the time. Now we're even comfortable seeing eachother naked. I threw her double D bra into the laundry basket as well. She had gotten her boobs done a couple of years ago back when she was a cocktail waitress. Now she's a 21-dealer. Her boobs actually looked really nice. At first we were mad at her, but now after seeing them at least 3 times a week they grew on me. (No pun intended) After that, I had her stand up as I unbuckled her belt, took off her pants and then her panties. Until before too long, my mother was naked standing in front of me. She really did look a lot like Stephanie. The both had blond hair. And everyone in our family had blue eyes. I walked over to one of her drawers and pulled it open. I grabbed one of the panties and threw it at her. "Here, put these on." I told her. Then to another drewer where I found an old, faded XXL shirt with Tweety Bird on it. I walked back over to my mom, who now had some underwear on, and put the old pink shirt on her. "Night, Mom." I said kissing her goodnight as I tucked her into bed. Then I reached around and turned off the lamp, doubled check to make sure her alarm will go off the next morning because we were gonna be in school when she wakes up. And if it didn't go off, she'd be late. I left her room and closed the door behind me. I turned all the lights off downstairs, then went back up stairs. Stephanie was in the bathroom, and I heard the shower running. I walked passed the bathroom and to my room, in which I share with Blake. He was lying in bed watching TV. Like me, he slept in his boxers. "Hey dude, where's Ally?" I asked him. "Um, she went home. Homework's on the table." he said pointing at the desk. Allysa was really smart, so I copied all my homework from her. Then give it back in the morning before school. All the homework but math. That was the actual only good class I was good at. As I set down at the desk to begin copying, I noticed that she had already taken the math homework. Which was fine with me. When I finished my homework, Steph had already gotten out of the shower. I started stripping off my clothes and threw them aside. Blake didn't care. He had seen me naked before countless times. I walked down the hall and into the bathroom to take a shower. When I was finished, I brushed me teeth and started getting ready for bed. I dried myself and walked out of the bathroom to bedroom to get some underwear. Blake was already sleeping by now. I looked over at him and felt bad. He had to grow up with the same mother I did. I couldn't imagine what he thought about her. It was easier for me and Steph because we were older, but we weren't sure about Blake. After I had put my boxers on, I went down the hall to say goodnight to Steph. I opend her door to see her sitting at her desk with the computer on watching gay porn. She sat comfortably back in her chair with her legs propped up on the desk. She was pushing a dildo in and out of herself as she watched the two guys suck eachother on the screen. I leaned against the door frame, watching her. Not making a sound as I listened to her light moans. I also glanced up at the monitor from time to time. Slowly I started to get hard. At the time, my dick was almost 5". I had started masturbating about a year before then in 5th grade. I don't know when Stephanie started. But I caught her doing it one night. It's like a nightly ritual for her. She had stolen our mom's dildo. (Well, one of them anyway) And that is what she used to pleasure herself. I must've made a noise or a movement or something, because she quickly jerked her head around and looked at me. "DAMMIT ADAM!" she said loudly when she realized it was me. That's when I walked inside and closed the door. Didn't want Blake to wake up and walk in on us. "You scared the shit out of me!" she said horsely. I laughed a little bit. "I'm sorry!" I said quietly. "What are you watching?" I asked as my hands reached down into my boxers to play with my stiffened dick. "Um, something about a gardener. I don't know." she said looking back up at the screen, then over at me. "Here, sit down." She said noticing my dick through my boxers. She stood up and gave me her chair as she crossed the room and layed down on her bed. I sat down as I watched the porn on the screen. I pulled my boxers down to my ankles and threw them aside. "Well move!" she said. Apparently I was blocking the screen. "Sorry." I laughed. See, I always knew that I was bi. Steph knew that. She really didn't mind, because it meant we could watch gay porn together. I leaned back in the chair as I started to message my dick. After a few minutes of beating my dick and watching the porn, I heard Stephanie's moan's again. Usually I try to not take interests in them, but really I loved it when she moaned. It turned me on more. I looked back behind at the bed and realized she was looking at me. What the hell? She tricked me. She got me sitting in the perfect spot, where she could watch me get off and pretend she was watching the porn. Either that, or she really was watching the porn, but watching me at the same time. That's when I got up off of the chair and walked over to the bed. Stephanie looked at me weird and raised an eyebrow. I layed down next to her hips, and reached up taking the dildo from her hand. I slowly started pushing in and out. Stephanie didn't ask questions. She just closed her eyes and leaned back down. I smiled a little as I continued to push the dildo back in forth. After a few minutes of doing this and listening to Steph's moans, it got me harder. I reached down and started pulling on my own dick. Then I pulled the dildo completely out. Steph's head went up and her eyes opened. She looked at me puzzlingly. I smirked at her as I brought the dildo to my mouth and sucked it dry. Until I couldn't taste anything but the latex of the dildo. This made Steph get shivers and I laughed again. I pushed the faux-cock back inside of her. Now I started pushing faster. I went faster by each minute. Steph's moans getting loader. I had to tell her to quiet down a little. Otherwise Blake would here her. I sat up and layed down so that my head was leaning on chest. I started kissing her shoulders, rubbing them gently with my tongue as I countinued to quickly push the dildo in and out of her. The next thing I know, her hand is down at my cock, and she was beating it fast. I looked up at her and noticed that her eyes were open. They were locked onto me. We didn't take our eyes off of eachother. Then I felt her hands let go of my cock, and I felt it throubbing. Her fingers went up to her mouth as she licked off the slick pre cum from dick. Which made me even harder. We continued to masturbate eachother and a few minutes went by when I just couldn't hold it anymore. "I have to cum. I have to cum." I told her. "Do it. Cum on me." She said. Our eye never left. I finally gave in. "AHHhhh." I yelled out. I realized that I was yelling so I had to bite down on my bottom lip. I finally hit my orgasim, and my hot cum came bursting out. Steph's hand gesture slowed down as my cum hit her side. The instant my cum hit her, she made a yelp. Her head swung back. I guessed that she too had reached her orgasm, but I didnt slow the dildo. Finally my shots subsided and Steph must've felt the throbbing cock slowly start to swell down. Once she let go of my dick, I stopped the movement of the dildo and pulled it out. It was covered! It was so wet and sticky I had to laugh. "Ha, now you gotta clean it up." I said to her jokingly. She opened her eyes and gave me a 'whatever. shut up.' look. Then broke into a smile. She reached over to the nightstand next to her and pulled out a box of disinfecting wipes. She pulled one out and started wiping off the mess on her side. But her dildo was too messy for a wipe. So she had to get up and walk to the bathroom to clean it off. While she was in the bathroom, I pulled on my boxers. I headed towards the bedroom and past her as I did. "Night." I said wrapping an arm around her and kissing the top of her head. "Later, Loser." we both laughed as she headed back to her room. I opened the door to my bedroom. Then I realized, I didn't close the door when I walked to Steph's room. Which means Blake had to have woken up and closed it. My heart jumped a little. What if he saw us. I decided not to be so paranoid. Maybe I did close it and just forgot. I walked over to my bed in the dark. That's when I stepped on something wet. "What the hell?" I whispered. I looked down. It was one of Blake's underwear. I got down on my knees to pick it up. It definatly was his boxers, and there was a large what spot on it. When I brought it closer to my nose to smell it, I was right. It was cum. Blake's cum. Which means he was awoke. I turned around to look at Blake. Through the moonlight, it looked like he was sleeping. But he could've been faking it. I reached down and grabbed the covers and pulled it aside. Blake was completely naked. The boxers he was wearing before I left were now in my hands and was full of his cum. I looked down at him puzzlingly. He finally sighed and opened his eyes to look up at me. "Fine, you caught me." he said sadly. ______________________________________________________________________________ Okay, this is only the first in a series. Like a Pilot. If I get enough positive emails then I'll continue on with this series. And believe me, there are plenty more than just Adam and Stephanie. We still have Blake, Nannette, and those are only the characters you've met so far. I plan on this series to continue into high school and possibly afterwards. So not all chapters will be incestuous. but there will be sex in all of them. so please email if you want more. and tell me how i did. like constructive critisizm. let me know what i need to improve on. Thanks.