“Ben… you’re starting to scare me,” she said in a quivering voice, sounding more like a frightened child than a nearly full-grown young woman.
I just blinked and didn’t answer her.
In the corner of my eye, I saw Brooke fidgeting, trying to decide what to do next. I just breathed slowly… in and out… I simply didn’t care. And then in my peripheral vision, I saw Brooke take a deep breath, then reach up and flip open the tuck in her towel between her breasts.
The terrycloth quickly slid down her body, puddling at her ankles. My little sister’s tight, toned, barely 15-year-old body came into view. She had a golden tan and a rich glow from the shower. Her dark hair was damp and slicked back behind her. Her breasts were healthy mounds now, decent handfuls that again reminded me of Brandi. And what finally got a reaction out of me was when I realized that her pussy was completely bare-shaven. Overall, Brooke was growing up into a babe, just like her older sister.
I gulped and Brooke smiled as she realized she’d gotten SOME reaction out of me. Her nipples hardened and I started to hear her breathing heavily. But I still wanted to ward away the world. And so maintaining my thousand-yard stare, I said in a low voice, “Brooke, put some clothes on.”
“Ben…”
“Out. Now.” My voice was a growl and she knew I was serious. Frowning, Brooke bent and scooped up her towel, trapping it against the front of her torso as she scurried out of my room without closing the door behind her. I couldn’t help but let my eyes twitch over to stare at her tight ass as she ran away.
It took me a few minutes to will away my arousal and let my cock go limp again. I hadn’t had sex in a LONG time (for me) and even though I’d had sex with Brandi, that didn’t make it right for me to lust after Brooke. Hell, she was only fifteen. Eventually, I got myself under control and only then did I stand up, close my bedroom door, and return to bed.
All I had left to do was wait. There were still several hours before I could go to Abbie and Allie and really discuss with them our futures.
I didn’t get any sleep that night.
I managed to wait until 9am before arriving at the Sanders residence. My eyes were bloodshot and despite taking a shower and changing my clothes, I felt dirty and greasy inside, as if the exhaustion of my all-nighter was seeping through my skin.
Abbie answered the door wearing the baggy fleece pants and long-sleeved top again. Her eyes were rimmed red as well, but she just had a fierce look of conviction on her face. She took one look at me and said, “Come in.” And then she turned and walked upstairs.
I closed the door behind me and followed Abbie up to the twins’ bedroom. The familiar sight of the blue and green side-by-side beds brought back so many memories of that night I took their virginities. But instead of two horny, cocktail dress-wearing young women, I now faced two shell-shocked teenagers. Allie was still in bed, underneath the covers and staring at the ceiling. She looked as catatonic as I’d been last night.
Abbie moved over and sat down on her bed. I found the spare chair, the same one where one twin would sit and watch while I deflowered the other. I took a deep breath and started to speak, “Girls, I—”
“We took care of it,” Abbie cut me off.
I didn’t understand right away. “Huh?”
Abbie gave me a stern look, but she started breathing hard as her heartbeat accelerated. “It’s over. It was my fault in the first place. I knew our periods weren’t for another week but I lied because I wanted to lose my virginity. I never even gave Allie the chance to back out once we knew you didn’t have any condoms. Or I could have asked you to go to the store or home or wherever to get some. Hell, I could have let you pull out instead of demanding to feel you cum inside of me. But I was horny and impatient. I didn’t think we were in our fertile time. My fault. My responsibility. I had to make a decision.”
My eyebrows pinched in as I started to understand.
Abbie took a deep breath and looked away from me. “So I took my little sister to the clinic and we aborted the baby. It’s over.”
I was stunned. Not that I was looking forward to being a teenaged parent, but I’d thought I’d at least get the chance to discuss the issue. Wasn’t that the point? Sleep on it for a day and think about consequences and our futures? “But… but…”
“It’s done, Ben. You’re off the hook.”
My gaze flicked over to Allie, who was still in bed but now looking at me intently. “Allie…” I said softly, sympathetically. Only she could know how I felt in this moment. I didn’t really WANT to have a baby, but at the same time, there was something inside her with a beating heart that was part ME. And now it was gone. “I’m so sorry.”
“I know, Ben,” Allie said in a weak voice. “I know… But it was my decision.”
I bit my lip and pushed away the thoughts of an embryo. I focused on the girl I’d impregnated, even if only for a little while. And I got off the chair and went to kneel next to her. Tenderly, I put my hand on top of her head and rubbed lightly. “How are you?”
She gave me a small smile. “I’m okay. I’m sad…” she sniffled. “But I’m okay.”
Still biting my lip, I closed my eyes and nodded. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief along with a deep sense of loss. Something big and profound had happened in my life. I’d mentally reminded myself of the concept of consequences for my actions over the past few months. I’d told myself to think before I put my dick inside a girl, and I worried about all the emotional attachments and heartbreaks and jealousies that flared up around sex. But somehow, I’d never stopped to consider THE primary consequence of sex. I’d never stopped to consider pregnancy. And now it had stared me right in the face.
I’d gotten EXTREMELY lucky, I knew that. Even if I wasn’t sure it was the outcome I would have wanted, given my own moral compass, it was an outcome that was probably the logical best thing for me.
And yet I’d also lost a human part of me. I’d created life… life that wasn’t there anymore. It was a crushing loss that I wasn’t expecting to feel, and it weighed down on my heart like an anchor. Unbidden, I started crying. And as the seconds ticked by, the stream of tears intensified and gradually turned into wracking sobs.
I felt someone stroking my back and realized that my face was on Allie’s chest. She was crying as well and holding me, her hands running up and down my spine. Her soft brown eyes stared deep into my soul, recognizing the same pain she felt herself. And together, the would be mom and dad mourned for our loss.
What felt like ages later, Abbie handed me some tissues and I wiped up my face. Allie cleaned herself up as well and gave me a look of apology, as if somehow she were at fault for what had happened. I shook my head in the negative without knowing if there was a question to respond to, and then gently taking Allie’s face in my hands I bent and gave her a soft kiss.
She whimpered into my mouth and kissed back for the brief seconds we were joined, and then I pulled away and stood up. For the rest of our lives, Allison Sanders and I would be bonded together by what had happened to us. No matter what happened in our futures, we would always have this shared part of our past.
I felt sort of guilty, like I had stolen some part of Allie from her sister. After all, for twin sisters who had shared everything together, clothes and toys and even the loss of their virginities, I was now responsible for something that distinctly separated them. Allie now had an experience that Abbie couldn’t share, not exactly.
But at the moment, all three of us just seemed to be both relieved and in shock at the resolution. Abbie went to sit on the green bed with her sister, Allie scooting over so that she could lay her head in the older twin’s lap. We all stared back and forth at each other for a few minutes, wondering what to do now.