<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Home <strong>Tags:</strong> Blogger extraordinaire sis</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/72/b8/d1/72b8d15e083e3b072de0066151588a2e.jpg)</div>Silence. And for the longest time, there is nothing interrupting it save my own rhythmic breathing. But the cadence would appear forced. A mask beneath which my emotions are free to rage.<br/><br/>I imagine this is how it might feel to be in the eye of a storm.<br/><br/>Firstly, there is  her love, so profound, overwhelming and endless. '<em>How can it not be</em>?' chastised a voice in my head. The extreme intimacy between twins is scientifically accepted, after all. Chanel and I have looked out for each other, fronted up for a fight as two and not one and savored happiness or fought sorrow as one and not two. So it has been for 19 years, the last of which was spent as Master and slut.<br/><br/>We read that incest is wicked, that our all-too-intimate camaraderie is frowned upon. And there is no shortage of funny looks when we kiss at school. Our audiences' discomfort though complemented our pleasure, so much that it became common practice. We'd even been reported to the principal once, which eventually served as the perfect excuse to fuck in her office.<br/><br/>'<em>Pity she hadn't mentioned that</em>,' a smile accompanies that thought.<br/><br/>But her words were indeed powerful. Simple and bold. I had merely wanted to rile a few of my critics and reward the other side of that spectrum. Something smutty. Something abominably perverse. Something that would make their dicks fall off with jealousy. What I had received was exponentially better.<br/><br/>Her pining over a little instruction is, however, amusing. But it also screams how comfortable she had become as my submissive and there is no hint of the uncertainty that visited her voice as she asked for my opinion. I can sense the angst gnawing at her and feel searching eyes upon me, hungry for my approval.<br/><br/>"<strong>It is perfect, sis</strong>," I lace a delicate kiss to the side of her neck whilst simultaneously drawing the cursor down to savor the comments.