“We could get caught! Naked! Up here! Doing this!”
“So? We’ll just say we were tired of being weird about this kind of thing. We’re twins, not lovers. And I mean, frick, if they were so worried about us doing normal teenaged stuff in front of each other, they should have splurged on a bigger cabin!”
“What if we accidentally, like… lose … control?”
“What?” Tracy giggled.
“I’m serious.”
“Rrrright, but like what do you mean exactly? Lose control how? Control over what?”
“Control over… o-over – ahm,… ” Seay struggled.
“Are you worried we’re going to, like, rape each other? Just because we’re older now?”
“Jeez, I don’t – I don’t know. I don’t know! But I guess? Something along those lines? Something that feels like, bad like that?”
“Do you want to rape me?”
“Tracy. Come on.”
“So then what the frick are you actually worried about? Are you saying you think *I* want to rape YOU?”
“N-NO! No! But I mean, I know you like messing with me. And so what if…? You or me, we accidentally…?”
“I can’t cum like this. I need to stop. Are you close?”
“N-no. Not exactly.”
“So then let’s stop. Let’s go for a walk.”
Tracy sighed and let her head sink into her pillow. She’d been trying to enjoy her latest session of making herself cum. She had really been hoping it was going to get back on course. She had kind of (sincerely) hoped they might both be okay with a cuddle afterward. The shower had been just – so – awkward. She needed to believe there was still a way to be herself, bare butt and boobs and all, around him again that wasn’t stiff and clunky. And she loved him. Right? So snuggling him felt, in her gut, intuitive and right. Even if he was sure to protest, initially.
But then that’s where the masturbation had been meant to come in. Tracy haf calculated that they should practice being nude and potentiaaly even cuddle together while he was still in his refractory period, not to torture him but to take advantage of his “post-nut clarity,” that momentary disinterest in sex, to prove to him that there was a worthwhile benefit to skin-to-skin that superseded whatever juvenile, societally imposed, bullshit sexual hang-ups might otherwise preclude them trying. It was a good plan! She wasn’t giving up on it.
But she was taking a break for now. He was pissing her off. They needed some fresh air. They’d been cooped up all day.
“Fine,” he said.
“Let’s put clothes on first, though,” Tracy added.
“Ha,” he said.
She was glad they weren’t fighting about this, at least. A walk around the lake, or into town, or maybe even past town and into the ancient wooded hills, always did a body good. They could maybe go to their favorite lookout point. Bring Dad’s binoculars and try to spot Rob and Kris’s houseboat wherever it was parked out on the lake. Spy on them and Mom and Dad. They hadn’t done that in years! Gosh. They’d used to hike all the way up into the hills, following trail markers up to the lookout, and to kill the time while they marched torture each other with images of their parents getting up to all kinds of profane debauchery with the Pattinsons.
But the couple of times they’d actually found them with the binoculars, Mom and Dad and Rob and Kris had just sat there on the back of the boat, basically motionless, drinking and talking. They never did anything else.
Tracy quickly put on her one remaining clean bra and pair of panties. Seay did not deign to watch. Whatever. This was just her laundry day set. Faded black, with matching ickle pink bows, one between her breasts and one atop her pelvis. Both bra and panty fit somewhat imperfectly. She felt unsexy. Which was just what the doctor ordered, honestly. Tracy needed a total change of mental state until such time as Seay was done being a controlling, cowardly, good-for-nothing dork. He was lucky he was cute.
“I’m out of underwear,” Seay frowned into his dresser drawer. He was on all fours, but hunkered somewhat, hiding himself from her. He was, to his credit, at least humoring her wish for them to be naked around each other again. He was, to his credit, committed to Team Us. Even if he was a brainwashed prude about something as straightforward as masturbating together with someone he should have zero sexual interest in. They were twins! It should be in-bounds!
“I’d loan you a pair, but these are my last panties,” Tracy said.
“Do I just go commando?”
“Guess so.”
“Damn it. We’re not going far, are we?”
“I kind of wanted to go to the lookout.”
Seay paused in the middle of pulling his shorts back on. He glared at her. He shook his head.
“Come on,” she glared right back at him. “I’ll carry the binoculars this time.”
“It’s like a forty minute walk. No. I’m not interested.”
“Pleeease?”
“I am not going hiking in the woods without underwear on.”
“But what if Mom is sucking Rob’s dick RIGHT now?!”
“Tracy, stop.”
“And you know how Dad is with Kris! You’ve got to see it to believe it!” Tracy pantomimed zooming in with her imagined binoculars, and awing at the terrible sight she was making he brother imagine.
“I would sooner go to Vinnie’s.”
“Great!”
“N-no. For real? No. Let’s just go get barbecue. We’re at the lake. We have to do barbecue at least once.”
“Ew. No. Mammy’s is always crawling with creepy old dudes.”
“So whatever, we can do take out. Bring the food back here.”
“FINE,” she thumped her fist on the carpet. She was in dance shorts and a tank top now. She huffed at him as she resumed tying most of her hair back in a ponytail. Those two temple pieces on either side of her bangs stayed un-ponied. They framed her pinkened face. Pink with annoyance? Pink because she was still coming down? Pink because she’d accidentally just glimpsed how raging hard her brother was as he slid his shorts on up past his cock. “But you’re buying.”
“Mom and Dad left us their card.”
“God damn it,” Tracy laughed. “Fine. Whatever. Let’s go.”
“Do you even know where the binoculars are anymore?” Seay asked as he locked the front door of the cabin behind them. “I haven’t seen them in years.”
“Dad hid them in the boathouse, I’m pretty sure.”
“If he hid them, maybe it’s because he doesn’t want us messing with them.”
“If he hid them, maybe it’s because he doesn’t want us watching how deep Rob can take his cock.”
“Good lord, woman,” Seay chuckled in disgust. “How are you even related to me?”
“I’m your twin sister,” Tracy said matter-of-factly. Not laughing at her own horrible jokes was part of what kept them funny.
“Well, anyway, I’m not sure they’re even at the cabin anymore.”
“Impossible. Dad’s way too horny for his lake birds.”
“He goes through phases.”
“He is never not horny for lake birds.”
“Can we stop talking about Dad’s virility? We’re not going up to the lookout. We’re not spying on Mom and Dad. Even if we could find the binoculars, I don’t care enough to walk an hour just to see them sit there getting day-drunk with Rob and Kris.”
“I can see one of your nuts.”
“What?” Seay panicked, hands flying to his groin.
They were strolling along the gravelly shoulder of the short quiet road into town. They had passed the occasional mailbox and driveway entrance, but so far hadn’t seen a single living soul. It was too muggy today. Too late in the summer. Nobody was around to see them but a smattering of Dad’s lake birds, spying from the trees. Still, Seay wasn’t about to just let his testicle dangle visibly from his shorts. He fumbled around in the crotch of his shorts. He couldn’t feel or see a loose nut. Tracy had tricked him.
“Heh,” she snickered from behind him.
He didn’t even humor her with a reaction. He clenched his jaw. He silenced his amygdala. And he led them on in silence.
When they got to Mammy’s, Tracy split off and dipped instead into the old timey candy shop just around the corner. Seay entered alone. A bell over the door jangled. An old, toad-like woman with a hairy neck and purple hands greeted him with a chortle of vague but certain familiarity. She was fuzzy on his name. But she knew him as one of the summertime regulars. He’d visited her establishment once or twice a summer every summer since she could remember him existing at all. She knew he had a twin sister. Wondered where she was today. She was pretty sure this one’s name was Shaun or something like that, but the girl’s name escaped her. Shit, they had been such eerily beautiful children. Like from another world. Probably rich, but not that she’d have ever pried. They were beautiful still, today, if Shaun was anything to go by.
“You’re back,” Mammy croaked. She pointed a lit cigarette at him. “Shaun. Right?”
“Seay.”
“Seay!” she chortled, and slapped the counter. “I was close. Hey, so where the hell’s your beautiful sister?”
“Candy shopping.” Seay cringed inwardly at the unsolicited reminder of his sister’s good looks. Outwardly, he calmly approached the counter and began reacquainting himself with the ancient, buzzing menu over Mammy’s strangely enormous, hunched, hair-net-wrapped head.
“Uh-huh,” said Mammy, squinting at him and stubbing out her cigarette to be polite. She could always tell the ones who didn’t like her smoking. She straightened up a little. She remained hunchbacked. She turned and looked up at the menu along with him. “Whatcha thinking, sweetheart?”
“What’s good today?”
“Got a mighty fine pork steak going two for ten.”
“Hmm,” Seay smiled politely. “Okay.”
Mammy intuited correctly that Seay was not a pork steak guy. His loss. Her pork steak was a thing of perfection.
“You know what?” Seay said. “I think I’ll hate myself if I don’t just order the ribs.”
“Half rack or full?” Mammy sighed, and started donning a fresh pair of nitrile gloves. They seemed too small for her enormous hands, the little wadded up things. She thippity-thwapped them until they unwadded. She poked her pointed fist into one and then the other, stretched them onto her puffy purple hands, then let each go with a snap.
report “Let’s go with a half-rack. Gotta’ save room for, um,… brisket?”
“Sold out.” Mammy pointed a gloved finger up at the piece of laminated paper next to Seay’s shoulder, on the front of the display case. It was a list of all the meats she had on sale today. She’d crossed out brisket.
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