Twilight Hearts

She attempted to move away from the strange and unfamiliar feeling, but his strong, unyielding grasp on one of her rounded, supple buttocks, combined with his other hand firmly pressing down on the small of her back, effectively trapped her in place. No matter how she squirmed or attempted to extricate herself, his grip remained steadfast, rendering her completely helpless and at his mercy.

I extended my tongue, obscenely, trying to get a reaction from Alma as I dipped it to the end of her pussy and dragged it up her ass crack, slowly over her anus and past. Her taste and smell were incredible, fresh, and light. Alma twitched involuntarily once I reached her asshole, but then I felt her tension leave her body as she sighed. I did this lick again, once, twice, and three times—slowly every time. Then I gently spread her ass cheeks apart, and her asshole slightly gaped with the spread. I hardened my tongue and pressed firmly, but gently, into the center of her anus, getting a little bit into her opening.

"Ahhh~! Nooo, Allen, please, no! Not there. You know how dirty that is, don't you? Ohh!" Alma could not believe the perverse things her brother was doing to her. Just when she thought he couldn't get any lewder, he proved her wrong. She tried to hold back the strange and foreign pleasure that was building up within her, but it was proving to be an impossible task.

The way his tongue wriggled inside her ass was unlike anything she had ever felt before. The feeling was so indescribably taboo and dirty, but the pleasure was unlike anything she had ever known. The fact that it was her own brother who was making her feel such sinful pleasures was a thought that would normally have made her blush, but right now, it only added to the arousal.

"Ahhhh~! Noo, Allen, stop! That's dirty; you can't lick there~!"

"Alma, Agh! It's your fault for being so damn delicious! How can I resist such a wonderful meal?!" Allen exclaimed as he gave a hard smack to his girl's butt, which made her scream enticingly.

"Ohhhhhhhhh?!~ Ahhhhnn! ~ Please, stop it already! I'm begging you! This is too embarrassing!" Alma pleaded, her voice dripping with lust and desire. But Allen was having none of it. 

I grabbed her round cheeks and squeezed, savoring the feeling as I worked my tongue deeper into her ass, swirling it around, tasting her deepest places. From time to time, I would slip my tongue down to her pussy to tease it a little, but Alma seemed to respond more to my tongue in her rear, so I concentrated my efforts there.

"Haaah, please, I'm going to lose my mind if you keep doing that! Allen, Allen, noooooo~!" Alma's protests slowly became weaker and weaker as her body began to succumb to the pleasure. Her asshole twitched and flexed, the tight ring of muscle opening and closing, as if trying to suck his tongue inside.

Allen smirked and took his right hand and his middle finger into his mouth. He licked it for a few seconds, coating it with his saliva, before placing the digit at her anus. He applied slight pressure, and it sank inside her easily.

"Nnnnggghhh! Ah, haaah, haaah, haaaa, Allen, noooo~!" Alma moaned as her brother's finger entered her ass, stretching the tight hole. Her inner muscles clamped down on his digit, her body instinctively trying to expel the intrusion, but it was no use. His finger was already inside, and he was now thrusting it in and out, the slick friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"You're such a dirty slut, Sister. Look how eagerly your ass is swallowing my finger. And your pussy is dripping with juices, too. You really are a pervert, aren't you?" Allen teased.

"No, I'm not a pervert! "Not a pervert!" Alma tried to deny her brother's words, but the pleasure was too intense, and she could barely form a coherent thought.

Allen added a second finger to her anus, stretching her asshole even more. "Look at this. Look how easily your ass is swallowing my fingers. And you say you're not a pervert? Well, then, tell me what this is, then?" Allen asked as his free hand slid between her legs and cupped her pussy, his fingers stroking her clitoral.

"Aaaahhhnn~! No, no, not there, too! That's too much, Allen; it's too much! Haaaaan~! I can't take it! I can't take it! I'm going crazy!" Alma writhed and thrashed, her body trembling and shaking uncontrollably. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her senses overloaded by the sheer intensity of the stimulation.

At this point, Allen's mouth and fingers were moving with almost robotic precision, his movements designed to maximize her pleasure and to bring her to the brink of orgasm. He was relentless in his assault, refusing to let up, even as she begged and pleaded with him to stop.

Allen felt Alma's body tensing, and he knew that she was close. With a sudden, savage movement, Allen jammed his entire left hand inside her pussy, the knuckles of his fist rubbing her clitoris, while his other hand continued to piston his two fingers in and out of her ass.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, Aaaaaaaaaah!" Alma's body was consumed by a blinding flash of white-hot pleasure as she reached her climax, her vision going blank. Her hips bucked wildly, and her ass and pussy clamped down on Allen's hands, milking them for all they were worth.

"You like that, don't you, slut? You like having my hands stuffed inside your tight holes, filling you up, and fucking you until you cum all over yourself, don't you? Huh?"

When Alma continued to groan and yell, Allen slapped her. It wasn't hard enough to be really mean, but it was close.

"Answer when I ask you a question."

The blow snapped Alma out of her pleasure-induced stupor, and her eyes refocused on the face of her brother. The slap had stung, but it had also shocked her, and she found herself becoming aroused once again. She looked at her brother, seeing the desire in his eyes, and nodded.

"Mmm... mmm, y-yes, yes, I love it," Alma moaned, her body still tingling from her intense orgasm.

"Then I have to go even harder."

She looked up at me, and the silent command was as obvious as could be. 

I thrust my hand repeatedly. At the deepest, I was in deeper than my wrist. When I pulled back, everything past the thumb knuckle stayed inside. It was a difficult feeling to describe. Alma's insides were warm, wet, and clearly not designed to be opened as wide as they were right now. 

It was also invigorating. She was so open, and she was mine. I had done this. I had turned my sister into an insatiable sexpot who wanted nothing more than for her ass and cunt to be filled up. and I had no intention of stopping.

Alma was gasping. She was already cumming, the pleasure from the double penetration too much for her sensitive body to handle.

I pushed harder.

The way her face was contorted was an expression of both pleasure and pain, and her breasts were bouncing wildly as her body shook and trembled. Her mouth was hanging open, and she was drooling slightly.

"Do you like it, huh? Answer me!" Allen barked, punctuating each word with another violent thrust.

"Oh, Allen! I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it!" Alma cried out, her voice dripping with unbridled passion and desire. Her body writhed and trembled beneath Allen's skilled ministrations, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her synaesthetic form. "Mhmff~!! I-I Love You~! And I love this feeling! Aaaahhhh~!!!" she moaned, her back arching as she surrendered completely to the sensations overwhelming her.

Alma's nude form glistened with a sheen of sweat, her pale skin flushed with the heat of their ardent coupling. "Aaaaaaahh~~!!!" she keened, her pussy convulsing and squirting violently, the slick juices pooling around them in an intoxicating display of her arousal. 

'... Idiot~!...' Alma thought to herself, a loving and obsessive look forming in her heart-shaped eyes as she gazed adoringly into Allen's eyes, her lips pulled back in a blissful smile even as she continued to moan and writhe. The raw emotion and vulnerability she displayed in that moment was truly captivating.

Allen, who was left awestruck at the collapsed and out-of-breath nude body of Alma, suddenly froze when he heard her say, 'I Love You.' Although she said it in the heat of the moment, she still said it. That is an undeniable fact...

Allen has never heard the words 'I Love You' directed at him in either of his lifetimes. It was an unfamiliar term for Allen—a term that Allen didn't know how to respond to.

He could say nothing in return... or he could say that he loved her back.

Did he love her?? Allen didn't know for sure since he didn't really understand what that word meant.

In his first life, the only ones he had ever considered precious were his family, but not once did they ever say the words "I love you."

In his second life, Allen had no one that was truly precious to him, not until he met Alma and Lilia , but again, the word 'love' never once crossed his mind, nor had he ever thought of using the word.

Did Allen enjoy being around Alma? Yes. Did he have some sort of affection greater than just family towards her? Yes. Was he willing to do anything and everything to protect her, no matter what the cost? Absolutely.

But did that mean that Allen loved her?

Allen didn't know...

He could just say that he loved her back without actually meaning it, but he would never do something like that.

Allen believed that Alma didn't deserve something as cruel as empty words; he believed she deserved to be told that she was loved from the heart.

Allen didn't want to reciprocate Alma's profession of love out of mere politeness. He felt the need to genuinely assess his feelings and respond truthfully, rather than offering a superficial courtesy.

Allen pondered over this topic for what felt like eternity when, in reality, only a few milliseconds had passed... Alma's lustful moans could still be heard as she squirmed on the blanket while tightly gripping Allen's large hands that were still above her pelvis area, gently caressing that very sensitive spot of hers.

Allen, who was still in deep thought, suddenly turned his head up and took one good look at Alma's face...

A lustful face that was filled with love and obsession for him—a gaze that burned with a raw, primal desire that made his heart race. Her face seemed to scream that she couldn't live without him, that she needed him like the air she breathed. It was a face that was begging, pleading to be devoured by him, to be possessed completely. Every line and every curve conveyed the depth of her yearning and the all-consuming nature of her need for him. 

That's when Allen understood...

Love is not a single, simple emotion or feeling, but a combination of emotions that are hard to describe. It is the feeling of wanting to be with someone, no matter what. It is the feeling of wanting to make that person happy, no matter what. It is a feeling that can bring out the best in a person, or the worst. It is a feeling that can bring joy and pain, hope and fear, laughter and tears.

And at this moment, Allen felt all of these emotions, all at once. He wanted to be with Alma, no matter what. He wanted to make her happy, no matter what. He wanted her smile, her happiness, her very existence. He wanted all of her. And in return, he was willing to give her all of himself.

Allen looked at that perfectly sculpted face and those big, beautiful golden eyes of hers that were currently going through a period of pure bliss as she tried to bite her lips to keep from moaning louder.

Her expression, which was already a sight to behold, was enhanced further by the sweat dripping down her face and the slight blush that colored her cheeks. Her long, silver-white hair was in disarray, framing her face like a halo, adding to the angelic beauty that she already possessed.

Allen knew at that exact moment what his answer was; without giving it a second thought, he directly spoke...

"I Love You Too." Allen suddenly gazed directly into Alma's emerald-like eyes and responded with the brightest smile she had ever seen—a smile that made Alma think Allen looked like the god of the sun—a smile so bright that her heart practically melted when she saw it.

That was when Alma finally came out of her stupor and vaguely recalled professing her love to Allen while she was going through an orgasm.

A phrase that she blurted out without thinking... Did she mean what she said when she accidentally let it slip? Yes, she did.

She loved Allen with all her heart, with every fiber of her being. The depth and intensity of her feelings for him were almost impossible to put into words. He had captured her heart in a way that no one else ever could.

She loved everything about him, from the smallest details to the larger aspects of his personality. She loved the way his smile lit up his entire face, bringing warmth and joy that seemed to radiate outwards. She loved his unwavering kindness and the way he always went out of his way to help others and make them feel cared for. She adored the sharp planes of his face, the striking features that she could stare at for hours, finding something new to admire each time.

And although she would never dare to admit it out loud, she loved his playful, mischievous side the most. The way he always found ways to make her laugh, to tease her, to coax her out of her shell and bring her out of her comfort zone. It was exhilarating and freeing, and it made her feel more alive than she had ever felt before.

The truth was, she loved every single, solitary part of the man she knew as her twin brother, her other half, her soulmate.

This was a phenomenon that went against all logic and reason, a connection that even Alma herself struggled to fully comprehend. How could she have fallen so deeply in love with the one person she had grown up with, the one person she should have seen as a sibling and nothing more? 

Yet, despite the inherent taboo and the risks of such a relationship, despite the possible consequences and the potential damage to their family and reputations, her heart was undeniably drawn to him.

It was not something she had consciously chosen or decided upon; it was simply the natural outcome of spending so much time together, growing up, and sharing a bond that was deeper than anything she had ever known before.

In a way, she felt like her love for him had always been a part of her, like it was a fundamental part of her identity, a part of her soul. It was a piece of her, as much as the color of her hair or the shape of her face. And, as with all parts of her, she would not, could not, change it, even if she wanted to.

So, even though it might be wrong, even though it might be socially unacceptable, even though it might hurt her family, Alma could not deny the truth of her feelings any longer. She loved Allen, and nothing could ever change that.