The Twincest Games (closed)

[CarnivalBarker]

Danielle had a visible shiver that ran from her skin, through every nerve up her leg and into her spine, as if a chill to the bone had attacked all at once. She opened her eyes.

"What are you doing?" She asked innocuously, neither offended nor welcoming. Despite her question, her brother gave no answer and didn't stop.

“When did you get so fucking hot?” Tommy asked. Danielle rolled her eyes as his finger ran toward the inside of her leg where it would meet with her other thigh upo which it lay.

"Oh my god, please," she said, dismissively. "Stop," she meant his words and not his touch, which she did not find that offensive. She ran her hand through her hair before propping up on one elbow. "I'm not remotely hot." She continued, her eyes looking at his. "You're just high," she paused. "And horny." She turned over and away from him, shivering a bit more when his hand remained where it was, grazing the bottom crease where her ass met her legs. At the same time, she made no effort to get away.

"Can I sleep down here?" She asked, changing subjects, but not really.

 

[The_J0k3R]

“I think there’s enough room,” he replied, moving himself so he was spooning her again. His hand lingered at the spot where her leg met her butt, his fingers absently trailing the perfect little line there before slipping back around her legs towards her front, the tips of his fingers grazing along the thin fabric of her boyshorts, finding the waistband, and then slipping underneath at her lower hip.

His other arm slid underneath her again, but this time wrapped around her, that hand grasping her torso just beneath her breasts, finding bare skin and pulling her firmly against him.

I hadn’t even notice the movie had ended, the credits rolling now. If I didn’t pick a new movie soon to watch, the TV would turn itself off.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Danielle allowed her brother to snuggle against her and even enjoyed it. She felt goosebumps where his hand remained under her ass and she made a conscious thought that only a certain few guys had ever touched her like that. She felt his hand creep around the front of her hip, clearly playing with her underwear. Without turning her head, she shifted her eyes to the side, as if to question what he was doing once more, this time without words. When his fingers slipped beneath them, they remained on her hip only, but she felt unsure about where they might go. She reached to his wrist, and pulled it up just enough to remove it, then replaced it where it was, just over her boyshorts. She smirked to herself, realizing she had not thrown up a barrier so much as knocked one down.

His other arm slid underneath her and wrapped around her, squarely on her stomach, below her breasts, skin on skin where her shirt had risen up. She lay still and let him have this small ingress. She exhaled naturally when he pulled her to him and the forceful tug, as if to claim her as his own, made her bare slit grow wet with excitement. She worried that he might notice her arousal, but she didn't fight him off. She looked down their body where the television was running credits. Without moving from his embrace, she reached for the channel changer and clicked the tv off. She put the changer on the night stand, then turned back around, rolling to face him, leaving one of his hands on her back and the other on her hip, nearly fully on the cheek of her ass, but not quite.

"Go to sleep," she said, as if to ignore the obvious. She kissed him on the lips, a chaste peck, though with the slightest linger before putting her arms around him in a mutual embrace, and laying her head down to sleep.

 

[The_J0k3R]

With the TV off, the room was plunged into darkness, with very little in the way of ambient light. He felt her lips caress his, lightly, slightly lingering, and when she pulled away he could help but lick them. She told him to go to sleep, but his stoned mind ran rampant, fueled mostly by his rock hard cock, now inches away from her. He found himself craving that contact.

Badly.

He wondered how much, exactly, she would let him get away with. In his stoned state, the fact that she was his twin sister was a thought that only served to make his cock throb harder. Rubbing against the fabric of his boxers only made things worse, but it took just a little wiggle of his hips for the head of his cock to find its way out of the slit at the front of his shorts.

He shuddered as the tip rubbed against her lower belly, completely on accident, of course. Was she sleeping? He didn’t know, couldn’t tell.

Under cover of inky darkness, his hand grabbed her ass to encourage her to move closer to him, the shaft of his bare cock pressed into her lower belly now. “Good night…” he whispered to her…

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Danielle said nothing when she felt her brother's hips wriggle slightly, though her entire body tensed, then relaxed when she felt the velvety knob between his legs, press against her stomach.

Really? She thought, in her buzzy haze. Boys. At the same time, she snuggled closer to him when he cupped her ass and tugged her closer, another blast of moisture filling her core.

"Good night," he whispered.

"Mmm, night," she said, in a deliberately sleepy voice, as she reached one hand from around his back, sliding it between them, slowly running it under the shaft of his cock. It felt nice, and hard as steel. Her experience to date had been a couple of blowjobs with the one serious boyfriend she had previously had, and some rather poor intercourse in the back of a car after homecoming, and her mouth watered at the idea of the things they could do, but shouldn't. She stroked him once, then twice, then a third time, more a generous gesture than any act of any desire to do any more. She tucked him back inside his boxers and returned her arm around his back, kissing him once more, this time on the cheek, the last thing she remembered before nodding off to sleep.

 

[The_J0k3R]

She actually rubbed herself up against his cock and then stroked it momentarily before kissing his cheek and falling asleep! Tommy’s mind roiled at what had just happened. He rolled onto his back, which only caused her to move closer in against his side, and he could clearly feel her titflesh pressed against him. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to forget about his now-raging hard-on.

Fortunately, the weed made it easy to lull himself into sleep, though he experienced a vivid dreamscape of wild sexual moments with a faceless woman whose body perfectly resembled his twin’s, but when he awoke that Saturday morning, she was already gone from his bed.

He still felt a little loopy from the late-night smoke-out, but he got up anyway and pulled on a pair of pajama pants, and dragged himself upstairs with a single objective: coffee. Halfway up the stairs, he could already smell it brewing, and the sizzle of bacon accompanied it. He came up the stairs into the kitchen, where Dad was fixing breakfast and Mom was already a whirlwind of activity. “Eat up, Tommy-boy,” Dad said.

Mom continued: “it’s time for Spring Cleaning!”

He rolled his eyes. She was entirely too excited about this for eight AM.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Dannielle woke up when she rolled over in the middle of the night and felt her brother's body pressed against hers. She opened her eyes and in her now stone sober mode, didn't immediately recognize where she was. She turned her head and saw her brother's face as he slept, and she remembered their games from the night before. She looked at the clock on his nightstand and saw it was 4:20 am. She gently snuck off the bed and out of his room, letting Roscoe follow her before she quietly closed the door and went back upstairs to her room. She yawned a bit before going to the bathroom and after trying to get back to sleep, decided it was too late to go back to bed and too early for breakfast. She changed into some more gym clothes and let herself out for a pre-dawn run around the nearby park and the pond that bordered the neighborhood. As she did, she thought about her brother's wandering hands and got chills at the memory of just how he had touched her. She tried to force it out of her mind, but at the same time she marveled at it, she started to think what they had done was not only wrong, but that her brother should have known better. She had never been so confused. She simply continued running, building up a good sweat, the back of her tank top between her shoulder blades beginning to soak through. She ran until she got tired, perhaps five or six miles, then walked the remaining distance home, where she let the screen door slam on accident as she came in. Roscoe greeted her at the door and she heard her mother running the vaccuum somewhere in the house. She walked through the kitchen, adjusting her hair band and fixing her ponytail, when she saw her dad and Tommy nearby, finishing dinner.

"Hey," she said, to neither of them in particular.

"You're up early," her dad said.

"Yeah, I went for a run," she replied as she got coffee. "I couldn't sleep." Her eyes glanced at Tommy, a bit bothered and a bit upset that what happened had happened. "How about you?" She asked, poking the bear. "Did walking the dog last night help you sleep okay?" She sipped her coffee while awaiting an answer.

 

[The_J0k3R]

The coffee worked its magic, helping Tommy shake off the stony spiderwebs in his brain, but his sister’s entrance, all hot and sweaty, caused an entirely different reaction within him. He was happy he was sitting at the table where his arousal in his pajama pants wasn’t obvious.

He shrugged at her question. “I guess so. Had some weird dreams though.” Their unexpected smoke session last night had left him wanting more… More of her in just those boyshorts, more of her body rubbing against his crotch, more of her tender, not-quite-innocently lingering kisses.

Mom cut off our conversation with her grand plans for Spring Cleaning, however. She had already been to the store and had acquired all new cleaning tools and sprays and wipes. The vacuuming was just the beginning. She even had a list.

“So, today,” she started, “Danielle and Tommy will take care of deep cleaning the basement. The bar and, erm, the ‘Man-Cave’ as your father likes to call it, the laundry room, and Tommy’s room. Tomorrow you two will tackle the upstairs. Me and Dad have our hands full with the first floor and the yard and gardens.”

Tommy did his best to keep from brazenly rolling his eyes, but he was definitely not looking forward to this. He looked over at his sister, wondering how he could bribe her into doing all the work…

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Danielle refused.

"Mom, I have a date today," she lifted her eyebrows surreptitiously where only her brother could see.

"Oh," her mom said. "Who's the lucky guy?" She chirped.

"Tate McCall," she admitted. "You know him," Danielle continued. "He's on the soccer team."

"And how did this........happen?" Their mother asked. Danielle sighed, frustrated at the twenty questions.

"I covered them for the yearbook," she responded.

"And what are you two doing?"

"Well, he's got a boat. We're going out on the lake and then having a picnic." Their mother smiled and put her hands together.

"That sounds fun," she said. She then looked at Tommy. "I guess you get to clean by yourself."

"Use protection," their father chimed in, like a big, dumb kid.

"Oh my god, Steven!" Their mom added. "There better be none of that, Danielle." She rolled her eyes once more.

"No need to worry, mom," Danielle said. "I'm not sure I like him that much."

"Then why are you going?" Steven asked. Danielle finished her coffee and put her cup in the sink.

"Spring cleaning," she said, before turning and heading out of the room and up the stairs. Thirty minutes later, she bounded down the stairs, her red bikini covered by some white khaki shorts that sat perfectly upon her round butt, and a peach colored tank top, wearing a white ribbon in her ponytail and some gold aviator sunglasses. "Bye dad," she hugged her dad as a pretext to what came next. "Bye," she said, hugging her brother, pressing tight against him but in a way that would not alert either parent. "Have fun cleaning." She took off and hopped in her little SUV and drove to the West Wharf of the nearby lake, where she would meet her date for the afternoon. Four hours later, she stepped back in the driveway from her afternoon out, and opened the door, where she found the family wrapping up from the day.

 

[The_J0k3R]

Tommy was livid that Danielle was being let off the hook so easily. “What the heck?” he stammered. “What if I had a date?” he asked, to which his parents both looked at him and laughed. He turned bright red, slamming the door to the basement just as Danielle was coming down in her bikini.

It made for a long day, scrubbing the floors, cleaning shelves and behind the laundry machines, picking up his room. All while his twin was out probably getting boned on her little date. He knew Tate McCall way too well. The guy was a bully and a player. He had honestly thought his sister had better taste than that, but whatever. If she was dumb enough to fall for him, then she deserved what was coming to her.

His anger only served to make his mood worse through the day, and it was almost dinner time when he was finished with it all and trudged back upstairs. He took one look at his twin sister, and turned away from her, grabbing a soda from the fridge and his plate off the table. “I’m gonna just watch a movie,” he announced, taking his dinner back downstairs to his room.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Danielle smirked at her brother's display when she got home. Her date had been rather nondescript and she didn't even particularly like Tate, but it had been something to do. The afternoon had been spent in the sun and, while she had stripped down to her bikini to lay out and play in the water, little else happened since they weren't the only two people out on the lake.

"Jealous?" She teased Tommy, as he sulked.

 

[The_J0k3R]

“Oh, fuck off,” He said with a bit of a growl. He looked over at her standing in his doorway. “What do you want, anyways?” he asked her, leaning back and looking at her.

He turned a movie on the TV, making sure the volume was cranked up. She had gotten out of a whole day of Spring Cleaning! Looking at her, though, only brought on other thoughts.

He laughed at her. “You got sunburned.”

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Danielle just grinned at leaving her brother in his condition. He clearly didn't deserve more from her. Yet. She let him pout and throw a fit, which would obviously become a noticeable issue with their parents if he didn't calm down. She sighed and wondered why boys her age were petulant brats like this when it came to her letting them touch her the way they wanted to touch her.

"Nothing," she answered. "I'm good."

"You got sunburned," he said. She decided to leave him further annoyed.

"I also got fucked by Tate," she grinned and closed the door to his room, before turning around and heading upstairs to her own, where she found a book to read on her balcony before it was time for bed.

 

[The_J0k3R]

“Enjoy your herpes!” Tommy spat as she left, finally leaving him alone. He rolled his eyes; undoubtedly, she would have something else going on tomorrow, and would get out of cleaning the upstairs as well.

What a shitty weekend. And things had started off looking so… Up! He got lost in a comic book while the movie played; he would watch it occasionally.

He jerked off, unable to get the thought of his twin’s hands on his cock from the night before out of his head. Of course, that just made him more frustrated, in spite of his release of tension.

For once, he was actually looking forward to going to back to school Monday morning .

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Danielle got up early Monday morning and went for her morning run, taking Roscoe with her. She threw on a short sleeved baby tee shirt and some tan shorts that looked cute, but not too dirty. She didn't think she had the legs for anything too short and always admired the long pins of the cheer and pom girls, as opposed to her shorter, more muscular hind quarters and thighs. She managed to see nobody downstairs when she left, figuring her parents had gone to work and, perhaps, her brother was sleeping in. It was doubtful he would beat her to school. Once on campus, she checked in to first hour math and made the most of that shitty class, before settling in to second our yearbook where she really felt at home, followed by third hour journalism, where she worked on her material for the student newspaper. Once that was over, the bell rang and she had no plans for lunch and no money. She traipsed through the cafeteria on her way to the senior hallway and her locker, checking her phone for texts and thinking little about the rest of her day just yet.