I Hate You! – Chapter 9
“But Mom…” I said when she avoided my question again.
“I don’t know, honey,” she said but was starting to open up a bit more now.
I knew this was the moment to keep pressing for more information. We needed it to find a way to make the final switchback, and Mom wasn’t as defensive as she usually was when the subject came up.
We sat at the table, eating breakfast together. Mom had to work the evening shift, but she thought it was important to eat together as a family as much as possible. Jake had managed to steer the conversation to our dad by talking about how we had an assignment in our science class. We needed to draw a family tree and the relationship we saw between DNA and social upbringing. It was a bullshit story, but Mom bought it.
“You and Dad are from Turkey. So we know we’ve got Turkish roots. But what region was Dad from? And his parents?” I asked.
“Uhm…” Mom started but looked very uncomfortable.
I glanced at Jake, and he shrugged when he saw me looking. But we needed to let Mom talk, so I kept my mouth shut.
“Well… uhm… actually… your dad isn’t from Turkey,” she said and looked very apologetic at us.
“What do you mean? You always said he was!” Jake replied.
“No, I didn’t. But I never denied it either.”
“But… why?” I asked, suddenly very curious about where this story would take us.
“You know Grandpa, right? He’s a bit… I don’t know… arrogant sometimes?”
“Arrogant?” Jake asked, surprised.
“Well, maybe not arrogant. More like… he thinks he’s important. But he considers himself rich and always wanted me to marry another rich guy. He arranged a marriage for me, but I really hated the guy from the moment I met him. So I needed to find a way out of that. I managed to talk him into sending me to the university in Istanbul to study. The plan was that we’d marry after I finished my education there. This was highly irregular at the time, but after some convincing from your grandmother, he agreed.”
She paused and took a sip from her coffee, switching her gaze between us. There were so many things I wanted to ask that I almost exploded. But I managed to keep my mouth shut and let Mom talk.
“In college, I met this amazing guy. Yusuf and I met in the cafeteria. And despite me holding him off a little and giving him the cold shoulder, he persisted and eventually sat at my table. We talked, and he made me laugh. A lot!” Mom said as a smile spread across her lips.
“And then what happened ?” Jake asked, obviously just as engrossed in the story as I was.
“He didn’t take no for an answer. He kept coming my way, and even when I told him about my marriage after finishing university, he kept talking to me. It didn’t take long for me to realize I was falling in love with him, but I never meant for this to happen. I knew I couldn’t help myself and tried hard to fight it. There were just too many issues with this, and it would make Grandpa SO mad!”
“What did you do?” Jake asked in the silence that followed.
“I tried avoiding him, but when Grandpa called me one evening and told me that I had proven my point, but that it was now time to stop this ‘university nonsense’ and that I had to come home, I went over to see Yusuf. He comforted me and told me everything would be alright. All I had to do was find a job to pay for the intuition myself, and my father couldn’t do anything about it that way.”
I saw Mom’s eyes had watered, and she blew her nose. I laid my hand on top of hers and squeezed it gently. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” I softly said.
“No. No, it’s okay. It’s just… Well… as Yusuf kept holding me in his arms to make me feel safe, I looked into his eyes. Before I knew it, we were kissing. And that night… I… well… it’s probably the night you were made,” she softly said, blushing furiously as she looked at Jake.
“Oh wow!” we whispered simultaneously.
“Yeah. Obviously, I didn’t know it at the moment. But Yusuf was right. I didn’t need my father’s approval, nor his money. I was determined to make it work and finish my education. Yusuf lived off-campus in a small apartment and asked me to move in with him. This was a huge deal back then! An unmarried couple living together. But the costs were low, and I knew Grandpa would be mad as hell when he found out. I wanted him to feel that way because he needed to let me live my own life. But we managed to make it work, even though many of my friends back then disapproved.”
Mom took another sip from her coffee, and I noticed Jake and I were hanging on to every single word she said.
“When we found out I was pregnant, Yusuf was thrilled! He wanted us to get married and spend the rest of our lives together,” Mom smiled warmly and with a slight blush.
“That’s great! A lot of guys these days would run away in that situation,” I said, trying to encourage her to keep talking.
“I know. But there were two problems. First, Grandpa would never approve of this. That was mostly his problem, but it made me sad nevertheless. But the biggest problem was that Yusuf was an Egyptian refugee. He came to Turkey with his parents when the regime got so repressive that they could hardly live their lives any longer. And Yusuf still wasn’t an official Turkish citizen, so a marriage wasn’t an option yet.”
“Dad’s from Egypt?” Jake asked and looked wide-eyed at me, to which I responded with an overly surprised face.
“Yeah. He was one of the nicest people I had ever met, and I couldn’t care less about him being a refugee. After you were born,” Mom said as she looked at Jake, ”he was so helpful and protective! We were a small family in a tiny apartment, but we were happy. I didn’t call Grandpa to tell him he had become a grandfather. After he learned I didn’t want to come home and that I didn’t need his support, we lost touch. And I wasn’t going to be the one to reach out first. You can say we were both very stubborn at the time,” she said and smiled apologetically.
“At least now we know where you got it from,” Jake said with a big grin as he looked at me.
We all laughed at that. And I had to hand it to him. It was a good one. And quick. But I wanted to hear the whole story, so I asked, “What about school?”
“They helped me out a lot. I only missed a couple of classes and actually managed to finish my third year. Barely, but I managed. But by the time I found out I was pregnant with you,” and she looked at me when she said this, “Grandpa had found out what happened. He’d managed to track us down, and he contacted Yusuf.”
“Oh, oh…” Jake said dramatically.
“Yeah. At first, Yusuf stood up to him. But two months after Jakeem was born…” she paused for a second.
But before she could continue, Jake caught on and asked, “Jakeem?”
“Yes. Your official name is Jakeem. And yours is Kadya,” she said and paused again.
“Holy shit!” Jake said to no one in particular.
“Language!”
“But Mom!” he sputtered.
“I don’t care. You don’t swear in this house! I never used your real names when we moved here because that would’ve set you back too much,” Mom said, looking at the floor, “But now that everything is out in the open, you two might as well know your real names.”
“What happened after he was born?” I asked, desperately wanting to know how this ended.
“Out of the blue, he announced he’d had to leave me. I came home after class one day, and there he was. He was standing in the living room with a big duffel bag packed with his things. He didn’t say why or where he’d go. He kissed me once more, and then he was gone. I never saw him again.”
“But… Why?” I asked, feeling tears in my eyes as my mother started crying.
“A couple of years later, I learned Grandpa had paid him money to leave me. Yusuf wanted to return to Egypt and be a real Egyptian instead of a refugee, and this was his way out. At first, I hated my father for doing this. But the longer I thought about it, the more I hated Yusuf for leaving us like this.”
“Oh, Mom…” Jake sniffed and gave her a firm hug.
“Thanks, hon,” she smiled and hugged Jake back, “The last semester was hard. Thankfully, I had made a few friends, and they helped me out a lot with you guys, so I could study, take exams and write my thesis. The day before my graduation, my doorbell rang, and there were Grandpa and Grandma. Grandpa apologized a lot and was clearly very sorry about being such an old, stubborn idiot. It took us a while to get back to some form of normal, but the fact that he took the first step meant a lot! And I don’t hate him anymore,” she said with a weak smile.
“That’s a hell of a story, Mom! No wonder you didn’t wanna talk about it,” I said as I also hugged her.
“I should’ve told you guys way earlier. I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t be!” Jake said, “We get it, right, Jakeem?”
“Oh, stop it!” Mom giggled, “The rest, you know. We moved here after Grandpa helped me find a decent job, and the rest is history.”
“I’m SO proud of you, Mom!” I said, “You managed to do all this on your own and still give us a great life! You’re the best!”
Jake and I hugged Mom firmly, and we had an actual family moment I’ll never forget for the rest of my life. But when I glanced at the clock, we had to rush. Thankfully, Mom could drop us off at school, so we were there just in time for our first class.
We didn’t manage to talk to each other until we walked over to detention. Jake was taken to a ‘big emergency‘ with Joanne during recess in the girl’s room. Apparently, her boyfriend broke up with her, and drama Queen as she is, she said she wanted to hurt herself. I later learned that Jake had a difficult time in there keeping a straight face during all this drama.
So somehow, our friends had claimed us during the day, and now we had to be quick about it.
“I assume we head over to the library again?” Jake said.
I looked at him, smiled, and said, “Duh! I mean… we’re basically Egyptians! We need to check it out thoroughly!”
Jake nodded knowingly, and as we entered the detention room, Brian was again nowhere to be seen. Ah, well… not our problem.
Detention itself was uneventful, but my mind kept drifting off to what Mom told us. Dad wasn’t Turkish, but Egyptian! That fact alone didn’t rock my world. Okay, I was glad I knew about my roots now, but this put our body switch in a whole new perspective! There were two documented cases of something similar in Egypt. And, no matter how hard we looked, nowhere else in the world.
“Brian is so screwed!” Jake said as we left detention.
I looked at him as we left school and headed toward the library. He didn’t seem bothered by the story Mom told this morning. So I said, a bit annoyed, “I don’t give a shit about that asshole. I just wanna know how to get back inside my body! I miss my tits!”
“You don’t have to get mad at me!” Jake said defensively.
I thought for a second and realized he was right. But I was so determined to end this that I picked up the pace as we walked. I looked at Jake as he tried to keep up and said, “You’re right! I’m sorry. But now that we know about our Egyptian roots, I just have to know all about that!”
“Oh yeah… almost forgot about that!” Jake sheepishly said.
I looked at him and tried to see if he was serious. He looked serious enough, so I asked, “You forgot? I mean… wow! Are you okay with us being like this?”
Jake blushed and said, “I’m getting used to it. Of course! I miss my dick and my friends. But honestly, it isn’t bad being you.”
This caught me slightly off guard, and I thought about what he had said. And I felt myself blush as I said, “Guess you’re right. Being you isn’t bad, either. You’ve got a nice body, cool friends, and a nice dick. But I still wanna get back inside my own body, you know?”
“I guess I do too, but it isn’t that urgent to me,” Jake smiled. And as a wicked grin spread across his face, he added, “and the ‘stuff’ we did together was awesome!”
I giggled at this and softly said, “Yeah! We’re good at that together. I never thought I’d eat out a girl. Let alone myself!”
By now, we had reached the library and headed directly to the section where our documents were stored. I grabbed them, and Jake got the book. We spread it all out on a table in the corner where we had some privacy and scrolled through everything again. But this time, we knew some, or most of it, could apply to us. I realized I was reading every word intensely, and so was Jake.
“There!” I said, putting my finger on the words on the page, “It clearly states that the ‘strange behavior’ ended after they got married. It only returned occasionally after that, but they blame that on the moon cycle.”
“So… uhh… Do we need to get married? Jake asked apprehensively.
I looked at him and thought for a second. I knew this could only mean one thing. But I needed to be absolutely sure about it. So I evaded his question and said, “Let’s get to the bus. We’ve got everything we need. I don’t think there’s more in here that can help us. And I need to think about it.”
“Sure!” Jake said, and I was glad he didn’t press any further.
While riding home on the city bus, we managed to sit alone at the back. I was lost in my thoughts when Jake timidly asked, “It isn’t the marriage that makes it go away, is it?”
“No. I don’t think so, bro. Just think about it… What do people usually do on their wedding night…” I softly said and grabbed his hand.
“Yeah… but… Oh boy…”
“I know,” I replied, and we were quiet again.
As we were getting close to our stop, I looked at Jake and said, “Mom won’t be home until ten…”
“I know,” he said, and I found it very difficult to size him up about this.
We got off and walked home in silence. I unlocked the door, and we went inside. I realized that I started to bone up when I closed the door behind me.
“Let’s go to my room,” Jake said without any detectable emotion in his voice.
He walked upstairs ahead of me, and my eyes were glued to his fine-looking ass. I was stiff as a board and couldn’t deny I was getting horny from the idea of losing my virginity. It was weird losing it to my own brother in so many ways, but considering what we’ve done already, it was just a small step.
We stepped into his room, and we just looked at each other. Jake’s eyes went down to my crotch, where my boner probably couldn’t be missed. Jake seemed to be extremely nervous and fragile, and I felt sorry for him. So I softly said, “If you don’t wanna do this, we’ll keep looking for another way.”
Jake looked back at me with the most loving eyes I ever saw, and he replied, “That’s really nice, K. But I want this to be over as much as you do. I’m just… nervous, you know?”
“Yeah… me too,” and in the awkward silence that followed, I said, “But hey! Look at it this way. Even if it is only half as good as the other stuff we did…”
That brought a smile to our faces, and I felt a bit of the tension wash away. But since neither of us made a move, I asked, “How do we do this?”
“I… uhh… do we, you know… get naked and on the bed?” Jake shrugged.
So we did just that. We unceremoniously undressed, lied on the bed next to each other and looked at the ceiling. My dick was throbbing between my legs, and a little precum was oozing out.
“Do we need, like, foreplay or anything?” Jake asked as he turned his head to look at me.
“Dunno,” I said and looked down between my legs, where my dick was sticking up proudly.
Jake chuckled when he also looked down. “Guess not!”
“What about you?” I asked.
“Me neither. I’m sopping wet down there. But I read online about, you know, like… the first time, and they mentioned how foreplay enhances the experience.”
“We’re not going to have sex for the same reason most people do…” I stated and was getting hornier by the minute.
“I know, but…” Jake started.
I decided to get this show on the road and moved over between Jake’s legs. I gently spread them, sat on my knees with my ass on my feet, and looked down at my brother.
“This is SO weird,” I said but grinned widely from anticipation.
“Yeah. Never thought I’d ever say this, but… Fuck me!”
We both burst out into laughter. It was both the nervousness and the idea of losing our virginities, but this took enough of the edge off for me. I scooted forward, grabbed my dick at its base, and pointed it down. By now, it was almost touching Jake’s pussy. We looked deep into each other’s eyes, and barely above a whisper, I asked, “Ready?”
Jake simply nodded, and I could see him swallow. My fingers were trembling, and as if in slow motion, I saw the tip of my dick move toward Jake’s pussy.
The moment my dickhead touched the entrance of Jake’s pussy, something magical happened. In front of me, I saw my body with Jake in it, lying on the bed, and in a sort of second, slightly blurry image, I saw Jake’s body with me in it.
In a reflex, I pulled back and looked at Jake. His eyes were wide as saucers, and I must’ve looked just as surprised since Jake asked, “You saw that too??”
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed.
“What are you waiting for? Stick it and fuck me!”
Jake was right. Not only did it feel amazing when my dick touched his pussy, but we were definitely on the right track here.
So I pushed my hips forward and was greeted with an overwhelming feeling on my hard cock and double vision in front of my eyes. But this time, I didn’t pull back. Instead, I pushed forward and felt my dickhead slide inside the velvety wet sleeve between Jake’s legs.
The sensations that were going through me were indescribable. I felt my dick was slowly engulfed by the most marvelous feeling known to men. And at the same time, I felt my pussy being penetrated by a warm, spongy, hot tube of rigid flesh. I was losing my virginity, and I was experiencing it on both ends of the spectrum.
Below me, Jake’s eyes were wide, and his breathing was ragged. That’s when I realized that my own breathing was just as irregular and low grunts were coming from deep within my throat.
As I looked through Jake’s eyes at myself, I absolutely loved how his lean, muscular, and slightly sweaty body was hovering above me. And when I focused on what my own eyes were looking at, I was proud of how sexy my naked body looked with my full boobs and tight belly. At that moment, I couldn’t tell which of these two views I liked best.
All I knew was that my hard cock was sliding into my virgin pussy. And it was by far the best feeling ever!
Ever so slowly, I inched forward. Every nerve, bump, and ripple I touched on my way inside was enhanced by a bazillion. We were both groaning and moaning, and as Jake placed his hands on my hips and urged me forward, I felt another surge shoot through my body.
We locked eyes as the last bit of my throbbing cock slid in. The moment my pubic bone pressed against Jake’s clit, we both let out a moan. My balls were touching his ass, and we couldn’t be more connected to each other than at that moment. Our bodies merged, eyes locked, and feeling every feeling the other felt.
“Ohh… Fuck!” Jake exclaimed as I held still to get accustomed to the feelings we felt.
“You… aaahhh… feel what I feel?” I groaned.
“I… ohh… I feel… hmm… my dick again! And your… aahhh… at the same time!”
“Should I start… you know?” I managed to say without moaning.
“YES!” Jake said excitedly, followed by, “I mean… if you want to…”
“Oh, I… hmm… want to! Believe m- oohhh…”
I was still sitting up straight, and as I looked down at our merged crotches, Jake gently pulled me down on top of him. I felt his tits press against my chest, and at the same time, I felt his sensitive nipples as they sent tingles across my chest.
By lying down, the angle of my dick had changed, and I pressed harder against Jake’s clit. Jake turned his pelvis a little, and this way, I slid in even a little deeper.
Our faces were now close together, and we never stopped looking at each other. Jake surprised me by kissing me deeply, and as his tongue touched mine a second later, I knew we’d remember this for the rest of our lives.
As Jake’s cunt rippled over the length of my cock, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I broke the kiss and looked at my brother. A barely noticeable nod was all it took. I slowly pulled back, and the rim of my cockhead once again caressed every nerve inside his love canal.
“Oohhh… yes! Ooohhhh… YES!” Jake groaned.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I heard myself grunt.
By feeling both sides of our first fuck, I knew exactly when to stop pulling back. The difference in temperature on my juice-covered cock between inside and outside was surprisingly pleasant but a bit unexpected. But this didn’t last long as my primal urge took over, and I slowly inched back inside.
Another grunt came from both of us as I mashed my groin against Jake’s clit again. But this time, I didn’t wait. I immediately pulled back and back in again. It was still at a slow pace, and I noticed Jake’s eyes lost their focus.
I felt something big well up inside my body. I knew it had to be an orgasm that was building so fast because of the mutual feelings. But there was also something else. Something deeper.
As I noticed the tingles in my dick and Jake’s pussy grow, I started picking up the pace. I pulled out faster and slammed back in harder. Each time I pressed against Jake’s clit, a surge of pleasure shot through our bodies. And every time this happened, the walls of his pussy rippled over my shaft. And every time, it was more intense.
Our minds morphed more and more into one, and at one moment, I realized that I wasn’t the one who was moving my hips. But I did manage to wrap my legs around the body above me.
Holy shit! We switched back into our own bodies! But the moment this realization hit, I was back inside my brother’s body, pounding away and picking up the pace. This all wasn’t as confusing as it sounds. This all happened very naturally, and we loved every second of it.
But when I felt our orgasm approach like a roaring thunderstorm, Jake grabbed my ass cheeks firmly and kissed me deeply and with such an intensity that it almost took my breath away.
The loud body-on-body slaps obscenely filled the room, and the inevitable was coming our way.
With each slam into my brother, two loud “Aahhh!’s” were added to the slapping sounds. As in a daze, I kept slamming and felt the buildup grow. But when the white flashes in front of my eyes started, I felt my balls pull up.
I felt my dick kick inside Jake’s pussy as spurt after spurt filled his love canal. And at the same time, I felt my brother’s warm cum coat the inside of my pussy. Calling this orgasm universe-scattering doesn’t even scratch the surface of its intensity.
My cock kept twitching and depositing my cum inside Jake’s pussy. The white flashes were so intense that I couldn’t see anything. There was only Jake and me and our joined genitalia that gave each other so much pleasure that I almost passed out.
When the flashes started to die down and my vision slowly returned, I knew we had done it. I was looking at Jake inside his own body, and the double vision was gone. I squeezed his tight ass and loved how it felt under my fingers. His still-kicking dick inside my pussy kept triggering my insides. Since my orgasm was dying out, this greatly added to the prolongation of my dying orgasm, and I absolutely loved how this, combined with his lean body on top of me, felt.
“Are you dead?” I chuckled as Jake lay panting on top of me.
“He lifted his head and looked wide-eyed at me. “We did it!” He whispered loudly.
“Yeah… I think so too!” I said and squeezed his ass again.
“Yep. That’s my butt,” he smirked.
He looked at me, and we both knew what would happen next. I hated the idea of him leaving me, but I was also excited to be myself again. And when he did pull out, and a bit of his cum seeped out, a sad form of emptiness washed over me.
He dropped onto the bed next to me and laid on his back. I turned to face him, draped my arm over his fine belly, and lay my head on his chest.
“There are worse ways to get rid of being cursed like this,” I said softly.
“I still can’t believe we had actual sex. And that it would feel this awesome!” Jake said and gently caressed my back.
“We should tell Mom,” I laughed, “our fights are definitely behind us. No better way to prove it than by what we just did…”
“Nah… maybe keep this between us,” Jake said all seriously, but the amusement in his voice couldn’t be missed.
“Yeah. Maybe better…”
We lay like this for a couple of minutes. Jake’s dick lay softly on his thigh, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. I started to fall in love with it over the last couple of days. But I didn’t want to press or keep talking about this. After all, we didn’t have sex for pleasure…
We went down and ate dinner together. We didn’t bother with clothes since Mom wouldn’t be home until late. We didn’t talk about doing this, but it just happened in a natural way.
When I asked Jake to spend the night with me, just to be sure we wouldn’t switch back, he didn’t hesitate for a second. We cuddled up and truly enjoyed each other’s company.
The following day, I woke up feeling panicked. But when I opened my eyes and saw Jake lying beside me with his morning wood sticking up, I knew we had done it!
Over the next couple of days, we still slept and showered together, but nothing sexual happened. I did catch Jake in his room during homework. He was sitting with his back toward me, and it was apparent he was jacking himself. I sneaked out, waited a couple of minutes, and went back inside. Only this time, I announced my arrival by coughing and humming a song.
Jake had cleaned himself up, and there were no traces of what had happened earlier. But inside my head, I knew I wanted more.
School was back to normal, and I actually enjoyed hanging out with my friends. But when I started hanging out with Jake’s friends, my friends looked at me with stunned expressions. But I was determined to make it work, and after a couple of days, we all hung out together. One of my friends even told me she never knew these guys were so cute and funny.
Turned out that Brian missed the last detention because I wasn’t the only girl he tried to molest. But the latest girl he tried it with talked to one of her brothers about it. Apparently, she had a couple brothers who weren’t forgiving or gentle. About four or five guys waited for him near his house, and when he drove up to them, they stopped him. He was nearly beaten to death and had to spend over a month in the hospital. The guys who did this were never caught, but Brian missed the rest of the year and had to repeat a grade. Needless to say, we weren’t sad that he was out of the picture.
So in school, life was good. But at home, things started to get a bit weird. I didn’t want to talk about it with my brother, but I wanted to have sex with him again. This time, I wanted to know how it felt to be fucked by his gorgeous cock. But I didn’t dare to bring it up.
Jake also acted weirdly around me, and I didn’t know why. We weren’t fighting. Far from it! He was really sweet and thoughtful and helped me out whenever he could. But he started sleeping in his own room and didn’t walk around naked anymore. So I also stopped doing that, even though I liked it tremendously.
One evening, when we were lounging on the couch during one of Mom’s night shifts, I had to get it out of my system. And as I was thinking about a way to bring it up, Jake timidly asked, “K? Can we do it again?”
I immediately knew what he meant, and I slammed my body into his, hugged him tightly, and kissed him passionately on his lips.
“I was thinking about a way to ask you this myself!” I exclaimed excitedly.
“I wanted to do this from the moment we first did it,” Jake said as he blushed furiously.
“Me too! But then… why did things get weird?”
“Dunno. I thought you didn’t want to anymore. And I didn’t wanna force myself, you know?”
We practically ran upstairs, and before I knew it, sparks were everywhere in front of my eyes, and Jake’s magnificent cock was sliding back inside of me.
We had another mind-blowing fucking session. But when we climaxed, I opened my eyes and realized I was back inside my brother’s body again.
“Holy shit! We can keep switching back and forth!” Jake excitedly said.
And that’s precisely what we did for the rest of our lives. Our lives intertwined with each other, and neither our Mom nor our partners ever realized we did this.
But every time my brother and I had sex, we had the best orgasms. The body switch was a nice plus, and it was funny as hell sometimes. But being fucked by my brother never grew old, and he never failed to make me cum. Ever.
Needless to say, neither of us ever said “I hate you” to one another again!
The end
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