Pushing their Buttons (closed)

"Would it matter?" Ryan said in response to Amber's comment about the twins, and gave Logan a good-natured elbow in the side. "C'mon guys, time to go," he said, and the rest of them followed suit. Logan and Amber walked them to the door and saw them out. One of them at least was halfway sober enough to drive.

They closed the front door and Logan turned to Amber, obvious lust in his eyes. It was 2:30 in the morning. His cock throbbed against his thigh. He wanted her. Bad. Now. He grabbed her and pulled her against him, his lips finding hers, completely oblivious to everywhere those lips had been this evening...
 
Amber kissed back half-heartedly. She was exhausted and disinterested. She craved a warm bed. Anyone's bed, really, as long as she could sleep. She grabbed at his shirt, not out of passion, but to keep herself from falling over. "Hi." she whispered, "I'm sleepy."

She closed her eyes and rested her head against her brother. "You smell nice."
 
Logan could tell she was exhausted. "C'mon," he said, putting his arm around her and leading her upstairs and into her room. He kissed her cheek again and said goodnight and left her alone, and went to crash out in his own bed. He was totally beat as well.

Though not so exhausted that he didn't take out his phone and jerk off to the picture the twins Sara and Tara had sent him...

Finally he passed out, having completed his business with his monster cock. He contemplated sending them a pic of his beast, but passed out before anything could be done about it.
 
Amber was pleasantly sore and tired as she pulled her clothes off and got into her bed. She knew she would sleep well. As she fell asleep, her eyes flickered over her white board, where she saw Ryan's number and a note. When had he added the note?

"To the gorgeous Amber: You better call me." Was written above the 7 digits in surprisingly neat script. She smiled and closed her eyes.

The next morning, she considered going into Logan's room, but instead stayed in bed and checked her phone. She had a few missed texts from the night before, one from an unknown number that said it was from Tony. She rolled her eyes. As if she wanted to see HIM again.
 
When Logan woke up in the morning, he had a bit of a headache and a groggy feeling going on. He knew the best way to kick a hangover in the ass was to sweat it off, so he threw on some working clothes, made a pot of coffee and headed outside to dig some more of that pond out of the backyard.

It wasn't long at all before he felt a lot better. And the hole was quite a bit bigger by midmorning. He peeled off his shirt. The sun felt good on his sweaty skin. He hoped his sister was inside watching him. He knew he had a nice muscular form.

His thoughts went back to all that had happened the day before. Had he really nearly fucked his own sister? Was he really this crazy about her? Hadn't she always been a little bitch to him? Maybe he should call the twins...

He shook his head and went back to digging the hole.
 
Amber got out of bed and took a quick shower, not bothering to shave or get into anything fancy. She hurried back to her room, and threw open the curtains. As she got dressed, she looked outside the window. Her brother was outside, working on the hole in the backyard. She could see the muscles in his back and arms ripple as he dug. "Oh hello." she said, gazing at him, before smacking her forehead. "What am I doing? He's my brother. He's made my life hell for the last eighteen years."

Amber bent over and pulled on a pair of small khaki shorts and then a black bikini top. She might as well go see if her brother needed any help. On her way downstairs, she grabbed a coke out of the fridge.

"Hey Lo. Want something to drink and a hand, maybe?" she smiled and touched his arm, then recoiled, "Ewwwww, sweaty. Nasty." she laughed and handed him the coke.
 
Logan smiled as he watched his sister approach, wearing just little shorts and a bikini top. Damn she looked good.

"Yeah, thanks sis," he said, and cracked open the coke and took a long drink. "Ahh."

From where he was in the hole, he was looking up at her. He scratched his head with a dirty hand. "I'd love some help, but digging this hole is kind of a one man job. There's all them flowers need to be planted though. And I'd certainly appreciate the view-- I mean the company."

He set down his coke and stuck his shovel in the ground again, and dug another chunk of soil out. Again and again, over and over. He was dripping in sweat.
 
Amber smiled. Her brother was such a guy. "No prob." She sat down on the grass next to him and watched. She found the ripples in his back muscles oddly sexy and had the sudden urge to touch him.

"No!" She said loudly, and then blushed, realizing she said it out loud. "I mean...you're sweating a lot." She reached up and touched his shoulder, and then just hugged him from behind, her barely covered breasts against his sweaty back.

She pulled back. "I...uh...so did you call the twins?"
 
Logan stopped digging when he felt his sister hugging him from behind, her firm little tits pressed into his sweaty body. It occurred to him they had all day while mom and dad were at work... All day alone together, just the two of them... And after the kind of trouble they'd inspired in each other yesterday...

"The twins? Pfft. Why the hell would I call them. I've got you," he said, turning around to face her, admiring her delicious young body in the morning sun.
 
Amber couldn't help but laugh out loud at her brother's words. Was he seriously choosing his own sister over two sexy twins that actually wanted to fuck him? She raised her eyebrows at him, "Um, Lo..." She thought about Ryan's number on her whiteboard, "I think you should call them. They want you. And..." She paused, touching his face sweetly, "You don't have me, Logan. I'm your little sister. And I'm seeing someone."

She stood up straight, "Want another Coke?" She smiled. She hadn't meant to be hurtful. She loved her brother. She just didn't love him like that.
 
Amber's words hit Logan like a brick in the face. Dumbstruck, he stood there for a moment, all the events from the day before rushing through his mind: Amber's french maid outfit, nearly fucking, that blowjob, his jism covering her face and tits...

"What? Amber, are you serious? What was yesterday? All that happened..." He wasn't sure what to think. His grip on the shovel tightened and he drove it into the ground. He took a deep breath. "You're seeing someone? Since when?"
 
Amber didn't expect the look that appeared instantly on her brother's face. She only wished she could hear what was going through his mind. "It was both of us being horny and stupid, Lo." she gulped, "I know...a lot happened. But it was a mistake." she knew the words would sting, but she couldn't let things keep on like they had been.

She watched him continue digging, his face grim.

"Um, maybe a week." she lied. She wasn't exactly going to tell her brother that the guy she was seeing was not only one of his friends, but it had only started last night. "Don't be angry. I'm sure you know this is how it should be. Normal."
 
"Sure," Logan said. "Normal." He continued digging, trying to make sense of it all. He couldn't look at his sister without thinking those awful, abnormal sexual thoughts. He wished she would just go away.

He would definitely be messaging the twins, though.

He set the shovel down and went inside, trying his best to ignore his little sister. He found his phone and immediately typed out a message:

"Guess you'll just have to find out for yourself. Busy today?"

And sent it off to Sara.
 
Amber went around the yard, picking up some clippings from when the gardener had cut the grass and bushes.

She looked up and saw her brother texting someone, figuring it was the twins. She felt a little pain in her stomach, and cursed herself for developing any sort of romantic/jealous feelings for Logan.

But she needed someone else to distract her from him. Ryan was perfect. And he may have acted like all he wanted was sex, and he might think she was a little slutty, but she knew exactly how to get a guy wrapped around her little finger. And she wanted him. So she'd have him.

"Lo, I love you." she hugged him hard, wrapping her arms around him. "I really do."
 
Argh! She was hugging him again, pushing those firm pert tits against him.

"Stop it," he grumbled, before giving her a squeeze back. "I love you too Amber, but... Fuck, I want you really bad is all. After yesterday... I can't explain it but whatever, it... It doesn't matter."

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He gently pushed Amber away and pulled out his phone. The message was from Sara.

"Me n Tara r about to hop in our pool. Y don't u cum over?"

He immediately typed back: "b right there" and then looked over at his little sis. "I'll be back later," he said, and headed inside to grab his stuff. He grabbed a beach towel and his swim trunks and his sack of weed and a pipe. The twins were rumored to be notorious potheads. He picked up his keys and headed out the door. He'd been to a few parties at the twins' house before, so he knew where he was going.
 
"It matters." She wasn't going to stop it. She liked hugging him. His muscles felt so good against her. But he pushed her away lightly and started texting. Probably the twins.

She shrugged as her brother left, and walked out to lie in a lawn chair. Amber needed some time to sort out her thoughts. As she lay in the yard, she watched her brother leave. Yep, he was going to the twins' house. But why did she feel angry about it? She had practically forced him to go.

She picked her phone out of her pocket and looked at it. She'd entered Ryan's number, but she wanted to make him chase her, not the other way around. He wanted her to call HIM... to hook up again, obviously.

"Cute little message you left me." she texted him, getting up and going inside.
 
The twins didn't live too far away from him, and Logan was there in a matter of minutes. He parked his truck in front of their house and grabbed his things and headed around to the back of the house. Sure enough, the two skinny brunette twins were there, one of them just laying out on a towel in the grass, the other jumping in the pool off the small diving board. It was a big inground pool; Logan had been swimming in it a few times before, but always at their infamous big parties.

Logan noticed the bottle of Southern Comfort sitting out on a table in the shade with a bottle of lime-ade. Both girls had glasses full of a mixture.

"What's up ladies?" Logan called out as he entered the spacious backyard. He'd never been able to tell the twins apart, and today was no different. They were even wearing matching bikinis.
 
"Hey there." Tara said, from her towel on the grass. She winked as Logan took his shirt off, and patted the grass next to her, "Come sit down for a sec."

Sarah waved from the pool, swimming towards the edge, where her drink sat. She took a big sip, and went tumbling under the water.

Tara kissed Logan's cheek softly, sliding her hand up his thigh, "Where have you been the last few weeks? We've missed you." Sarah got out of the pool and walked towards them, "And so has the pool, you lazy butts. Take your clothes off, Logan." she pulled her sister up and waited for Logan to move towards the pool.

Neither girl had ever bothered to hide the fact that they were bisexual, and it was obvious they'd spent a lot of time with each other...in that way. As Logan took his pants off, Tara kissed her sister, grabbing her ass hard, digging her fingers in...so that when he looked over at her, he could see her bikini bottoms being pushed up into her ass crack.

"Ready?" she giggled.
 
Logan smiled that charming smile at the girls after watching them kiss and play grab-ass with each other, clearly giving him a little teaser of what was to come.

This was definitely his lucky day! He pulled down his shorts and boxers and stood there for a moment, butt-naked, and watched the girls stare at his huge cock hanging between his legs, and then ran right past the girls and dove into the pool.

He popped up out of the water and turned to look at the girls, who were still standing out in the grass.

"You coming in or what?"

"They'll join you in a little bit, stud," came a sexy voice from behind him. Logan's eyes widened. He looked at the twins and they just giggled at each other. He turned around and sure enough, it was the twin's mom, standing there in a bikini top and a blue wrap around her waist and legs.

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Veronica grinned at Logan and stood there for a moment, watching him wade through the water towards the edge of the pool. She took off her wrap and walked towards the steps, slowly getting in, "The girls forgot to mention how...blessed you are." she smirked and made her way up to him, having no shame in looking downwards.

"And handsome." she was in front of him, a mere few inches separating their bodies. "They don't mind sharing, though." she winked, kissing his neck softly, her breath warm against his chilled skin.
 
Logan spent a lot of time over the next couple of weeks screwing the twins and their mom. He was over at their place every day; he nearly got caught by their father a few times, but always escaped undetected. They were all great fuckers and cocksuckers (although only Mom could fully deep-throat his huge dick). He was fully enjoying himself, but when he was by himself (and often with them), his thoughts were on his sister.

His lust for her grew daily. Being denied made it so much worse. Knowing she had a boyfriend who was probably screwing her made it painful. He wanted her. Bad. Just being around her was difficult. He found himself getting up early to get his yard work finished before she made it outside to join him. Yeah, he was avoiding her. That was probably why he was spending so much time screwing the twins; it was a good way to escape.

He'd never watched a lot of porn, but enjoyed a good erotic story every now and then. He found himself drawn to incestuous stories about brothers taking advantage of innocent little sisters and turning them into their wanton sex toy sluts.

It was the day before they were going to leave for California. Logan's room was a disaster, and it had to get cleaned up before they left. He stood there, looking around, trying to figure out where to start, and really just wanting to lay down and jerk off, remembering the nasty things he'd done with his sister that one fateful day a few weeks before...
 
Over the next few weeks, Amber spent a lot of time with Ryan. They had become a couple, although they were keeping it somewhat secret, because neither one wanted Logan to find out. They had gone from only fucking and messing around at his house or hers, to going on dates and hanging out in public places. Amber had never dated someone she had to keep secret, so it was different.

The sex was amazing, and everything he did made her feel incredible, but something was missing. As sick as it was, she continuously fantasized about her brother and incestuous situations. She watched porn and read naughty stories and imagined it was Logan and her instead of the two characters.

The day before they were leaving for California, Amber had gone over to say goodbye to Ryan. Instead of having sex, they'd laid around and watched a movie, and he kissed her goodbye, promising to call her and text her.

She walked inside the house, shutting the door quietly behind her. She padded gently up the stairs, and pushed open her brother's door. "Hi." Amber wore a pair of tight shorts and a tank top with no bra or panties on underneath. "Haven't seen much of you the last couple of weeks."
 
Logan was standing there in just a pair of mesh gym shorts. He turned around when he heard his sister.

"Yeah, I guess I've been keeping pretty busy. You haven't been around too much either, sis," he said. He looked at her for what seemed to be the first time in ages. God she looked good. Her short, lithe form, little tight clothes, pert tits and firm little round ass...

He had to turn away from her. Already he could feel desire building up in him. He'd been constantly fantasizing about her... And now she was standing in his room. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra; the barest hint of nipple could be seen pushing forward the thin fabric of her tank top.

"I gotta get this room clean before we leave in the morning or I'll never hear the end of it, all the way to California," he said, scratching his head for a moment before grabbing some dirty clothes off the floor and tossing them into the hamper by the door, next to Amber.
 
Amber bit her lower lip as her brother checked her out. He had no shame, and she liked it. His eyes roamed up and down, stopping for a minute at her practically bare tits. She stared back, checking out his broad shoulders, firm chest and stomach, his hips..........

She trailed off, looking at him as he started to clean up his room. She grabbed his hand, stopping him. "Go take a shower. It's my job to help you get your room cleaned up before we leave." she smiled and disappeared out the wide doorway. She hoped he knew that she would return in her sexy little outfit.

When she got back, Logan was gone. She started to pick things up and put them where they belonged; mostly clothes into the hamper. That's when she saw her panties rolled up in a tight little ball. She picked them up, and saw they were covered in dry come. She sighed audibly, aroused by the fact that she'd turned her own brother on that much.
 
Logan was pretty sure he knew what she meant to do; put on that little french maid outfit and tease him again! What a bitch! She left quickly, though, and he figured he ought to at least go jerk off in the shower. Maybe that would keep him from lusting after her so bad. He just needed a little relief.

He took his shower and was quickly able to jerk his huge cock to an immensely unsatisfying orgasm, thoughts of his sister in that outfit (and his cock buried inside her!) sending him over the edge. He turned off the water and dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist. He grabbed his shorts off the floor and headed back to his room.

And there she was, in that little french maid outfit, bent over so he could quite clearly see her firm ass, and the little black strip covering her pussy. "Fuck, Amber, this is not a good idea..." he found himself saying, his eyes locked on her, his cock throbbing already, despite the recent release. He knew it could be easily seen pressing the towel forward...
 
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