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Subject: {ASSM} When the Parents are Away the Twins Will Play (Part 4 of 4) (sex, incest, pregnancy, m/f)
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This is the conclusion to the story of Bryce and Brittany, two young
lovers who happen to be twin brother and sister.  It takes place about
a year after part 3.


	Brittany sat on the toilet in her high school bathroom.  She wiped
herself and looked at the toilet paper.  White.  She wiped again.
White.  She dropped the toilet paper in the bowl, rested her face in
her hands and sighed.  She didn't expect anything else.
	Her period was now nine days late.
	She finished the school day but was in a daze.  The final bell rang.
She found Susie Kim and asked if her mother could drop her off at Wal-
Mart.
	"At Wal-Mart?  How will you get home?"
	"I'll manage.", replied Brittany with a shrug.
	Soon the two girls were in Mrs. Kim's Lexus.
	"Brittany.  Are you sure you don't want me to wait for you?"
	"Nah.  It's fine.  My mom is going to pick me up later.", she lied.
	Brittany watched the Kim's drive away before she walked into the
store.  Once inside she donned a pair of oversized sunglasses not
realizing they only attracted more attention to her.  She walked an
indirect route to the healthcare aisle.  She selected a home pregnancy
test and briskly walked away holding the box so no one could see it.
She went to the self-checkout aisle and paid cash.  So far so good.
She collected her blue bag and her change and proceeded to the
bathroom.
	She went into the only free stall and closed the door.  The seat was
fairly clean.  She pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties and
sat.  She read the directions on the box.  It suggested taking the
test early in the morning when hormone levels were most
concentrated.
	"Fuck it", she mumbled.
	She opened her legs and let her stream pass over the stick.  She took
a deep breath and looked at it.  It only confirmed what she already
knew.  She was pregnant.  Pregnant, with her twin brother's child.
	Brittany felt tears well up in her eyes and she let out with a short
sob.  She wrapped the test stick in toilet paper and dropped it in her
purse.  Why, she didn't know.  Maybe when she looked at it tomorrow
it'd have a different result.  She wiped away the tears and blew her
nose.  She wiped up, pulled up her panties, stood, and flushed.
	She burst out of the stall and saw three women waiting.  One of them
gave her a dirty look.  At least that's what she thought.  She rinsed
her hands under the water for a second, not really washing, looked at
her bloodshot eyes, put on her sunglasses and walked out of the
bathroom and then out of the store.
	Brittany walked home.  It was about two miles.  She could've taken a
bus, but didn't feel like it.  She needed time alone.
	Pregnant?  Shit!  She knew when it happened.  Over a year ago while
their parents were out of town they had sex.  She insisted her
brother, Bryce, wear a condom.  They had sex during her period.
Despite what all of the medical advice said, she was certain she
couldn't get pregnant then.  They started to get more and more daring
in more ways than one.  They'd have sex in the middle of the night
while their parents were home.  She was pretty good at knowing when
she was fertile and it got to where Bryce would use a condom only
about one week out of the month.
	One evening before dinner they were watching the news with their
father.  A Bay-area man had been sentenced to seven years for rape.
The incident had happened in their neighborhood.  This man met a woman
online.  She had a rape fantasy.  He would break into her home and
"rape" her.  Unfortunately for him he broke into the wrong house and
raped the wrong woman.  Brittany felt butterflies in her stomach when
she heard the story.  She turned to her brother who was trying to hold
back a smile.  They later agreed Bryce would "rape" her one night.
	She didn't know when Bryce would do it.  She felt all tingly going to
bed and disappointed the next morning when it didn't happen.  Finally
one night she was awakened when she felt her left arm being pulled and
she heard a click.  Both of her arms were handcuffed to her
headboard.  She instinctively started to scream.  A hand covered her
mouth and she heard her brother's voice say, "Shut up you little
bitch!".  She felt cold steel against her neck.  He had a knife.
Despite knowing it was her brother she was horrified.  He stuffed
something in her mouth.  It was his underwear.  He ran his hand up her
right leg under her nightgown.  She wore nothing underneath.  "What a
horny little slut you are sleeping without any panties."  He ran his
hand up and grabbed her right breast hard.  "Stop looking at me!"  He
grabbed the bottom of her nightshirt and pulled it over her head.
This exposed her breasts and blocked her view.  In the limited light
she couldn't see anything.  Bryce rubbed her crotch with one hand and
grabbed her breasts hard with the other.  He was actually hurting her,
but she didn't want him to stop.  Still she kicked more out of reflex
than anything else.  "I love wild ones."  He climbed on top of her and
shoved himself inside her.  She wasn't well lubed and the initial
stroke hurt like hell.  He came quickly.  Probably the excitement of
this rape fantasy.  She expected him to release her, but he didn't.
He told her what a good fuck she was and lightly ran the knife over
her breasts, down her stomach, and along her womanhood.  It didn't
hurt at all, but was disconcerting to have a knife against her
sensitive parts.  She was afraid to move.  In one fluid motion he set
the knife aside, grabbed the outside of her thighs, lift her ass off
the bed and penetrated her ass.  She felt her eyes open wide and she
yelped.  They had never had anal sex.  He lasted a little longer than
he did before, but soon ejaculated.  He paused a minute and then
whispered for help.  "I'm through with you, you little slut.  I'm
going to let you go, but if you scream for help I swear to God I ram
this knife up that whore cunt of yours."  He pulled the underwear out
of her mouth and unfastened the handcuffs and walked out of the room.
She lied there for a minute and then pulled the shirt back down.
"Holy shit!" she thought.  She masturbated and then went to the
bathroom.  She stopped by her brother's room on her way back.  He was
asleep.  She bit his ear which startled him awake.  She whispered,
"You can rape me every night if you want." and then left.  This was
the last time they had had sex.
	Deep down she knew something was wrong.  Lately her period had been
off.  Her cycle would be 20 days one month and 31 the next.  She lost
track of her fertility.  She never experienced the all too familiar
mood swings or cramping.  Nothing was happening down there.  Well,
nothing except the product of incest implanting itself in her womb.
	She reached her house and saw neither of her parents were home.  It
was Friday.  Her brother played junior varsity football which played
games on Thursday night.  He was home playing video games.  She walked
into his room.
	"Bryce, we have to talk."
	He looked around to see the TV.  His receiver missed the pass.
	"Dammit.  Yeah, what is it sis?"
	"I'm pregnant."
	The whistle blew on the game.  Bryce selected his next play.
	"Wait.  What?  You're pregnant?"
	She nodded.
	"How'd that happen?"
	She gave him an exasperated look.
	"Is it mine?"
	"Fuck you, Bryce!  Do you think I'm sleeping around?  Of course it's
yours."
	"You can't have a baby.  It's going to be retarded with three arms or
something."
	"Well no shit Sherlock, but I don't have the money for an abortion.
Do you?"
	He set the game controller down.
	"Wait, don't incest babies usually miscarry?"
	"How the fuck should I know?  You want to gamble that I'll miscarry?"
	"What the hell are we going to do?"
	"I have to tell mom."
	"Oh, shit.  You're not going to tell her..."
	"What?  That the kid is yours?  You're damn right I am.  Why should I
take the heat on this?  I'll be their slut daughter and you'll be
their perfect son.  Fuck that, Bryce.  Fuck it!"
	Bryce sat still feeling his blood turn to ice.
	"When are you going to tell her?"
	"Tomorrow.  While dad is out golfing."

	Brittany didn't sleep a wink all night.  She heard her mother cooking
breakfast and send her dad off to his day of golfing.  She got out of
bed and showered.  This would give her dad time to get to the golf
course.  She really didn't feel like dealing with him.
	Her mom, Margaret, was cleaning the kitchen.
	"Boy, you're up and at 'em early."
	Brittany sighed and sat on a barstool near the kitchen counter.
	"Mom.  I have something to tell you."
	"Yeeeees?" she said as she sipped her coffee.
	"I'm pregnant."
	Margaret put the mug down and calmly said, "I see."  She paused.
"Are you sure?"
	"I took a test."
	Margaret nodded.
	"I didn't know you were seeing anyone."
	"I'm not."
	"Do I know him?"
	"Yeah."
	Margaret nodded and finished drying the cookie sheet she had used to
make biscuits.
	"Well, who is he?"
	"It's Bryce."
	"Bryce, who?"
	"Your son.  Bryce."
	Margaret dropped the cookie sheet.
	"Oh my God, Brittany, did he, did he... did he rape you?"
	Brittany almost giggled at that comment since it was so close to the
truth.
	"No mom, it was mutual."
	"Brittany.  I don't understand.  What happened between you two?"
	"Mom, we've been... having sex... for over a year now."
	"Oh my dear God."
	"Mom, I know this is weird and I know it was wrong.  Right now I
just, I just need help.  Okay."
	Margaret leaned over the counter holding her forehead, her hair held
back, and her eyes wide open.
	"Brittany, you can't have this baby.  I mean, it won't be... right."
	"Mom, I know.  I know all of this.  I just want this to be over."
	Margaret stood up, walked over to another cabinet, and grabbed a
bottle of Tylenol.
	"Just go to your room.  Let me go figure how to solve this."

	Bryce had lied awake all night much like his sister.  He heard the
commotion, some emotional yelling, then heard his sister, crying, walk
past his room, into hers where she slammed the door.  His instinct was
to go console her.  But figured that wasn't a good idea.

	"Good morning, Planned Parenthood of Greater Oakland, how may I help
you?"
	"Thank God", thought Margaret.  She really didn't expect to get
anyone on a Saturday morning.
	"Hi.  My name is Margaret.  Um.  My daughter wishes to end a
pregnancy."
	"I understand.  I'm sure this is a difficult time for you, but I will
need to ask some questions."
	"Um.  Okay."
	"How old is your daughter?"
	"She's 15.  But she'll be 16 in two or three weeks."
	"How far along is she?  When was her last menstrual period?"
	"I don't know.  Let me ask."
	Margaret ran upstairs with the phone.  She knocked on her daughter's
door then opened it.  "Britt, when was your last period?"
	"Five weeks and five days ago."
	Margaret relayed the information to the Planned Parenthood
representative.
	"Okay.  What is her full name?"
	"Brittany Grace Williamson."
	Margaret could hear some typing on the other end.
	"What is your address?"
	She told her.
	More typing.
	"Okay, Mrs. Williamson?"
	"That's correct."
	"We like to do this service on a Friday.  Can she miss school this
Friday?  Six days from now?"
	"Hang on."
	Margaret ran back upstairs.
	"Brittany?  Can you miss school on Friday?"
	"I don't have school on Friday."
	"Why not?"
	She shrugged.  "Some teacher holiday or something."
	Margaret returned her attention to the phone.  "She can be in on
Friday."
	"Okay.  We don't perform services here.  I have setup an appointment
for her with Dr. Vicky Baker.  She's a practicing OB/GYN.  This will
be a non-surgical procedure.  She needs to be at Dr. Baker's office,
which is in Freemont, at 8 AM.  Your daughter will have a full
gynecological examination.  Has she had one before?"
	"No."
	"You might want to prepare her.  You know what to expect.  She'll
want to bring three maxipads.  No tampons.  Get the big ones.  She'll
take two tablets in the office and will remain there for most of the
morning.  She'll go home and take two more tablets.  She's going to
feel like she's having a really bad period.  Because she's so early in
her pregnancy she won't see any fetal tissue or anything distressing.
She'll need to rest over the weekend and should be good as new on
Monday."
	"Okay.  Thank you so much."
	"It's my pleasure."
	Margaret hung up the phone and turned to her daughter.
	"We have to be in Freemont at 8 Friday morning.  I guess I'll have to
free that day up."
	She walked out of Brittany's room closing the door behind her.  She
passed Bryce's room, but backed up and entered without knocking.
Bryce was awake playing his XBox with the sound turned down.
	"Bryce.  How could you?  How could you?  You should be protecting
your sister not... not... not fucking her!"
	She slammed his door and went downstairs.

	Both Bryce and Brittany felt like the day just dragged on.  Their
father returned home around 3.  He was in a foul mood.  He had a very
bad golf game.  He went into the bedroom and Margaret followed.  Both
kids could hear raised voices downstairs.  Their father never went
upstairs.
	The family ate dinner at 6.  No one said a word.  Brittany was asleep
by 7 and Bryce wasn't far behind her.
	Bryce spent Sunday outside the house.  He mowed the lawn without
being asked and then shot baskets for over an hour.  He heard some
yelling inside the house.  He tried shooting free throws but couldn't
concentrate.  The back door, near the basketball hoop, flew open and
he heard Brittany screaming something back at their mother.  She
slammed the door and stormed over to Bryce.
	"Maybe you should get your ass back in the house and let mom chew
your fucking ass out.  She's been on my case all fucking day and I'm
so fucking sick of it.  This wasn't completely my fault, you had as
much to do with it as I did, but I'm taking all of the fucking abuse
over it.  I hate you Bryce, I hate you!"
	Brittany turned around and stormed back into the house.  Bryce turned
back to his basketball hoop and then noticed his next door neighbor
Mr. Jones standing in his yard.  He said, "Women!" and went back to
raking.

	The twins were relieved that Monday had arrived.  Both were up early
and to the bus stop long before they had to be.  Neither spoke to each
other.  The school day went way too fast and they were soon back at
home.  Brittany was looking forward to Friday but realized that would
only end one problem.  Her parents would still see her as a cheap
whore.
	After dinner the parents made Bryce and Brittany sit on the couch.
Margaret spoke.
	"Children.  Tomorrow evening your father and I will be in San
Francisco to see a play.  We have held these tickets for months and
we're not missing it.  We considered getting you two a... a... a
chaperone.  A baby sitter.  But we don't want to bring too much
attention to why two kids nearly 16 need a sitter.  We will leave the
two of you alone.  We expect you will keep your hands off each other.
Am I clear?"
	Brittany and Bryce looked at each other.
	"Children.  Am I clear?  If we have to miss this play you will regret
it.  We will not let either of you get a driver's license at 16.  You
will wait until your 18.  We're this serious about this.  Am I clear?"
	"Yes." they said in unison.
	Margaret eyed both of them looking for a sign of a smirk.  She
sighed.  "Okay.  I will pick up burgers on the way home, but it'll be
early, probably when you get home from school."
	The twins went upstairs and both turned in early again.

	On Tuesday he school day raced by again.  The twins walked home.
Both cars were in the driveway.  They walked in.  Their father was
tying a tie in the hall mirror.  Their mother look disheveled.  She
kept quizzing her husband making sure he had the tickets.  She pointed
to the Wendy's bag on the table.  Both parents left without a word.
Not even a threat.
	The twins sat down to their hamburgers.
	"I'm having an abortion on Friday."
	"I know."
	"Mom told you?"
	"I heard through the walls."
	"Oh."
	Brittany picked at her burger with her fingers then put it down.  She
wasn't hungry.
	"Bryce, I have a crazy idea."
	"Oh no!  You're not having the baby."
	"No, not that."  She started to speak but instead started to cry.  "I
want you to make love to me one last time."
	"Britt, are you nuts?  Do you know what they'll do to us?"
	"Bryce, how the hell are they going to know?  It's not like you can
knock me up more."
	Bryce set his burger down.  "You're serious."
	"Bryce.  My God."  She choked down a sob.  "Do you have any idea how
hard this is going to be for me?  For the next three years I'll have
to share a house with you, but won't be able to feel you hold me.  I
won't get to feel you in me.  Please Bryce, please.  Make love to me
one last time."
	Bryce stared at the wall for a moment, looked at his sister, and
smiled.  He stood and motioned for her to stand.
	"You know, if they're setting us up to see what we do we're totally
fucked."
	Brittany smiled back.  "But won't it be worth it?"

	Bryce lied in his sister's bed.  She had lit a few candles.  She was
wearing a too small t-shirt.  No panties or bra.  Bryce could barely
see her twat when she moved just right.  He was completely naked under
her sheets.  She pulled back the sheets and leaned into Bryce planting
a huge, passionate kiss firmly on his lips.  Bryce reached around and
held his sister on her ass, right where her shirt tail ended.  He
pulled her on top of him.  They continued their kissing.  Bryce ran
his hand between her thighs and felt she was already soaking wet.  He
moved his hand into the front of her shirt and felt her breasts.
	"I'm sorry."
	Bryce kissed her and pulled his hand away.
	"For what?"
	"Saying I hate you."
	Bryce looked at her confused.
	"On Sunday I told you I hated you.  I don't.  You're the world to
me."
	Bryce felt himself getting choked up.  He masked it by kissing his
sister again.  She raised her body up and pulled off her t-shirt.  Her
breasts were getting bigger the point they jiggled a little when she
moved.  Bryce definitely look notice of this.
	Brittany lowered herself onto her brother and kissed him biting his
lip.  He flinched and she giggled.  He returned a nibble to her ear.
She grabbed his erect cock and squeezed it hard.  Bryce ran his tongue
down her neck to her breast and bit her nipple.  She straddled him and
then slid her body down his leaving a trail of "pussy snot" on his
chest and stomach.  She lifted her body up so her pussy just ran long
his shaft, but not allowing him to penetrate.  She continued down and
held her breasts together and let them stroke his penis.  She took his
while member into her mouth, deep throated him, eased up, then bit his
head.
	"Holy sh...", Bryce muttered.  It hurt, but felt so good.
	Bryce reached for his sister's leg and got her to spin around.  She
was on top and he licked while she sucked.  He gave her playful
bites.  He could feel her pulsate against his face.  The sensation
almost made him lose his load.  She rolled off of him and breathed
heavily.  Bryce paused a minute trying to think unsexy thoughts, then
climbed on top of her.  He slid easily into her.  He thrusted hard.
She responded by raking her nails across his chest, biting his
nipples, then kissing him on the lips where she continued to bite.
	Bryce exploded into his sister.  She gasped.  He thought maybe he had
hurt her, but saw he hadn't.  After a moment he climbed off of her and
they held each other.  Brittany was sobbing.
	"Britt, what's wrong?"
	"I'm going to miss you so much."
	"I'll be right here."
	"No Bryce, it's not enough.  This isn't fair."
	"Shhhhhh", he said as he held her tight.
	"Let's run away.  We can go to Mexico."
	"Come on Britt!  They'd find us before we got halfway to L.A."
	She continued to sob.
	"I have an idea, sis."
	"What?"
	"We'll tell mom and dad this was all a silly childhood stunt.  We
were just curious.  We'll date other people."
	"What?  Bryce, I don't want to date other people."
	"Britt, we just date.  I'm not saying sleep with anyone.  I would
never cheat on you and I know you wouldn't either.  We have to make
mom and dad believe we're through with each other."
	"Okay.  Then what?"
	"We go to college."
	"Okay."
	"We'll go somewhere far away.  UCSD.  Maybe out of state.  I don't
know.  To save dad money we'll share an apartment."
	"You think they'd let us?"
	"If we convince them we're through with each other.  All state
universities have a health center.  You can get birth control pills
for free."
	"What if they visit us?"
	"We'll have separate bedrooms.  But we'll just use one most of the
time."
	Brittany laughed and then hugged her brother.  "I love you, Bryce."
	"I love you too, sis."

THE END!

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