A part of me was insanely curious to see what kind of reaction I might get.
I made my way back to the dining room, water glasses in hand, and paused in the doorway. My parents were still eating, chatting with each other about something related to work, but Elayne was just lying there, leaning back in her chair. Her neck was resting against the top of the chair–her brown hair cascading down its back–with her eyes closed and her lips drawn into an incredibly faint smile. Looking closely, I could tell from the rise and fall of her chest that she was breathing deeply but shallowly, and while I’d be lying if I said my eyes didn’t flick over her breasts to check for hardened nipples–I couldn’t make anything out–they quickly moved away since looking at her like that felt wrong.
To me, it was blatantly obvious exactly what was going on and how much she had to be enjoying the little toy buzzing around inside of her, but to her credit, there was no way our parents would be able to guess that anything was happening on the other side of the table.
Setting my dad’s glass down, I returned to my seat, took another sip of water, and then subtly glanced over at Elayne. There was no discernible change from earlier, other than maybe a slight tremor as she shifted in her seat. Before I was even fully aware of it, my finger pressed the button a second time.
Her eyes shot wide open as she jumped upward in her seat, a noise coming from her mouth that was clearly a moan disguised as a cough. “Oh, shit!” she shouted. “Sorry, I totally forgot I have to send an important email to Professor Lawson. I have to run!” Before anyone could react, she was gone, racing out of the room before her footsteps could be heard pounding up the stairs.
“Well that was unusual,” my mom said, frowning softly. “Elayne’s not usually one to swear, and considering how well she did this semester I expected her to be teasing you about it. Do you know if something is going on?”
I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. “Nope, nothing really comes to mind.” My hand in my pocket tightened around the remote, and I carefully hit the minus button once. I hadn’t expected a reaction that strong, maybe I’d gone too far. “I’m sure she’s just a bit stressed out after working so hard this semester.”
“Hmmm, I suppose so. Maybe you could go check in on her? I know the two of you don’t like us commenting on it, but your father and I would love to see you getting along like you used to.”
“It’s not like we’re that distant,” I said with a frown. “Besides, we grew up. Isn’t it only natural for siblings to drift apart a bit once they get older?” I knew what my mom was talking about, of course. Elayne and I used to regularly have a movie night each weekend where we’d watch a movie together on the living room sofa. Towards the end of middle school, it had begun to fall off, and then once high school had started it had completely died out. A part of me did miss it if I was being honest, but it was a long time ago and things had changed.
“Please, just a quick check? She doesn’t talk with us as much as she used to,” my mom said.
I sighed. “Alright, fine. I’ll go see if anything is up.”
My mom beamed at me as I got up from the table and left, clearly pleased. As I made my way back upstairs, I knew there was no way in fucking hell that I was going anywhere near my sister’s room. Not now, not after what had just happened at dinner. It had gotten dark enough outside by this point that I could tell the light in her room wasn’t even on from how dark the hallway was. I tried my hardest not to imagine what she might be up to in the dark. Almost certainly not sending an email to her biology professor, that was for sure. I knew it was only a matter of time before we ended up talking about what I’d done, but as far as I was concerned, it wasn’t something I was going to be the one to bring up.
Stepping into my room, I immediately noticed that the bathroom light was back on, indicating that Elayne was likely inside. I couldn’t hear the water running, though, so she wasn’t taking a shower. The next thing I noticed was that there was slightly too much light filtering into my room. Quietly moving closer, I realized that when I’d passed through earlier, I’d pulled the door closed behind me but it hadn’t fully shut–leaving the tiniest amount of a crack possible. Elayne must not have noticed, since from her side the door would have looked closed. Not really thinking about it, I took one, brief look through the gap, preparing to silently close the door to respect her privacy.
I froze, my heart stuck in my throat. The last thing I’d expected to see was my sister standing in front of the mirror with her hands cupping her bare tits. And so help me, were they a fucking amazing pair of tits. I didn’t know anything about cup sizes, or how any of that worked, but in my eyes, they were perfect. Firm, pert, and given the way they rested in her palms, a pretty generous handful.
Despite knowing that I absolutely should not be looking at any of this, I couldn’t tear my eyes away, especially as her fingers slowly drifted upwards to gently pinch her nipples. My cock, which had already been stiffening, reached the point where I was forced to reach down and reposition in it my boxers so that it wasn’t so painful. The fact that there was a small bead of pre-cum that ended up smearing across my palm did not make me proud. This was so wrong.
But it was also seriously, fucking hot. Hot enough that I couldn’t stop myself from seeing what Elayne might do next.
Reaching down, her hand slipped between her legs, hidden by the marble countertop. I’d certainly never in my life expected to watch my sister finger herself, but a moment later her hand came back into view–a small, pink object dangling from her fingers. The vibrator. Now that it was outside her pussy, I could ever so faintly hear it buzzing away. To my shock, the situation only got more insane as she raised it to her lips and sucked it into her mouth, a small moan escaping her lips. I slapped my hand to my mouth as my cock throbbed at the undeniably sexual sound, not to mention the spectacle I was witnessing.
My twin sister was sucking her own pussy juices off the vibrator that had been buzzing away inside her while we’d been eating dinner as a family. And I still had the remote control.
I staggered backward, away from the door, my mind reeling. Before today, I’d never once looked at my sister in a sexual way. I mean, sure, as we were growing up I’d noticed her boobs getting larger and had always thought she looked pretty, but not like that. Not sexually. She was my sister for crying out loud. I fell into my bed on my back, the back of my arm resting over my eyes as if it could block out the sight that was now permanently seared into my brain.
“Shit,” I heard her faintly mutter before a moment later the small crack of light coming from the bathroom vanished as she quietly closed the door, sending my room into pitch blackness. I lay there in my bed–my heart beating like it was trying to break out of my chest–completely and utterly confused. Why the fuck was my cock harder than it had ever been before and when had my sister become so fucking sexy?
As those thoughts spun around my head, I slowly drifted off to sleep, making sure to hit the power button on the remote that was still clutched in my hand. After all, there was always a chance I might be able to mess around with it more tomorrow.
Chapter 2: School
Actually falling asleep had been extremely difficult. I’d been unable to stop thinking about Elayne or the shocking scene I’d witnessed in the bathroom which had kept my cock at full mast. The easy solution would have been to just jerk one out, and I desperately wanted to, but with my sister’s face floating in my mind I couldn’t go through with it. Eventually, unconsciousness had thankfully swept me into a sea of darkness.
Elayne was lying on the dining room table, completely naked with her legs spread in a wide V. With one arm holding her propped up, the other reached down to spread the lips of her pussy wide open, giving me a clear view of her pink insides. “Hey bro, how about you have my pussy for dinner tonight?”
I woke up with a jolt, nearly smashing my head into the cabinets over my bed. Fuck! Why did that dream have to have been so damn hot when it should have repulsed me. Elayne was my sister, there was no way I was ever going to go down on her.
Things only got worse when I glanced at my clock and realized I was way behind schedule. Leaping out of bed, I rushed over to the bathroom. The light system didn’t work as well in the morning with the sunlight filtering in through the curtains. Usually, it wasn’t as much of an issue since we’d adjusted our schedules around each other and Elayne went first. Even so, I made sure to knock before I opened the door.
Of course, the first thing that I saw as I looked in the mirror wasn’t my bed-disheveled hair, but rather Elayne pinching her nipples. I blinked and the image was gone. Fuck, I really needed to get over this. Stripping out of the shirt and boxers I’d fallen asleep in, I stepped into the shower and turned the water on. I sighed as the hot water hit me. Even though we shared a bathroom, we both liked the exact same temperature of water, so I never had to worry about adjusting it each time to find the perfect spot. It was probably the only “twin” thing about us since we’d never been able to finish the other’s thoughts or anything like that.
I hurried to soap myself down, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t spend a bit of extra time with my cock. Elayne and her fantastic tits were still living rent-free in my head, though, so I held myself back from going as far as I would have liked. A part of me was afraid I’d never be able to get off again without thinking about her, but I buried it. This was a short, stupid phase that in a week I’d look back on in embarrassment and then hardly think about again. Right?
Finishing up in the shower, I quickly dried off, grabbed my old clothes, and went back to my room. I threw yesterday’s clothes in the basket at the base of my bed before pulling on a fresh pair of boxers, jeans, and a T-shirt. A hoodie went on over the shirt since it was December, but regardless of the temperature I always wore T-shirts year-round. I was just about to leave the room when I stopped. Turning to my bed, I saw the remote lying on my bedside table, next to my clock. There was no reason to grab it, but that didn’t stop me from tucking it in my pocket before heading downstairs.
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