Family Barriers Twins Tale

Svetlana Mega

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ISBN-13: 9781234567890
ISBN-10: 1477123456

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309
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Family Barriers

Twins Tale

John and Elie arrived home in the late afternoon, having stayed after school for track practice. They entered their home with the intent of heading straight up to their room but only made it halfway up the stairs before hearing the sounds of loud, aggressive sex.

The twins stopped and looked at each other, then one sighed and turned back the way the had come.

"Dammit, Vi," John grumbled.

"You know she's loud on purpose," Elie said, referring to their eldest sister.

"Yeah of course I know. And it's no good complaining because she just makes more noise."

John and Elie retreated to the living room, which at least was out of earshot of the sex noises from upstairs. John sat on the couch, and Elie did the same but swung her legs across her brother's lap.

"It's mostly her boys," Elie said.

"Hm?"

"You know. You hear moaning and stuff, but it's not usually Vi. Usually whichever boy she's dating. That's who you hear, mostly."

"Yeah, and I don't know if that makes it better or worse," John sighed. He idly ran a hand up and down Elie's leg. "Is she actually ever dating any of these guys though? Or just, you know, fucking?"

Elie shrugged. "I asked once. She just smirked at me."

"No help there then."

"I do recognize some of them sometimes, though, so they can't all be one night stands."

"Especially since it's so often in the afternoon."

"Haha, yeah."

Lily, the second eldest sister, arrived a while later. She was humming to herself, and like the twins headed for the stairs without thinking about it.

"I wouldn't do that," John called to her.

Lily stopped, then slowly padded over to the living room. "Again?"

John and Elie nodded.

"This one's a moaner," Elie confirmed.

Lily sighed. "The least Vi could do is keep it down if she's gonna always be boinking guys in her room."

"You'd think so, wouldn't you," John said.

"There's a chance they're done by now," Elie said. "It has been, what, half an hour since we tried?"

"Something like that," John said.

"Oh the hell with it anyway," Lily said. "I got a new game I want to break out anyway."

John and Elie stayed right where they were while Lily pulled out her playstation and popped in a new disc. Lily settled herself on the floor, back against the couch, just in front of the twins.

"Elden Ring, huh?" John said. "I've been hearing good things."

"Same," Lily said. "Here goes."

Elie, less interested in watching than her brother, pulled out her phone to occupy her. John and Lily chatted away while Lily started her game.

John's hand brushed up and down Elie's legs every now and then, just a casual caress. Elie recognized that she and her brother had what was most certainly a more intimate relationship than a lot of siblings, it could even be considered weirdly close, but she wouldn't trade it for anything more 'normal'. Especially because she was proud of her legs, honed from years of running, and it was nice to have them appreciated sometimes.

Vi came downstairs a bit later, boytoy in tow. She saw him to the door, gave him a goodbye kiss, then returned and joined her siblings in the living room.

"Proud of ourselves, are we?" Elie asked without looking up from her phone.

Vi sank into the comfy recliner that was, by right of age and fighting prowess, hers. John glanced at her and indeed saw the self-satisfied, cat-like grin on her face that he expected.

"Feeling pretty good, yes," Vi said. "Jealous?"

Elie snorted. "Of what?"

"Derek. He's a cutie, isn't he?"

"He's alright," Elie said, nonplussed. "You banged him before? He looked familiar."

"Nope. He lives down the street though."

"Oh. That's probably it."

Silence descended. Vi flicked her eyes around between her brother and sisters, seemingly waiting for some further comment.

"You guys waiting for me to finish, were you?" she asked when no one bit.

John sighed. "Yes, Vi, we heard you guys in your room. You're such a weird show off."

"Not showing off," Vi said.

"You're a huge show off," Lily said without taking her eyes off her game.

"The worst," Elie agreed, likewise not looking away from her phone.

Vi rolled her eyes and got back out of her seat. "Whatever. I refuse to be ashamed of it."

"That's fine," John said. "But you could do with being a little less proud of it."

Vi shook her head, her short, dyed hair tumbling over her eyes before she brushed it back. "Women have had to spend too long being--"

A chorus of groans drowned out Vi's point before she could finish it.

"We respect your choices to fuck every boy with a pulse," Lily said. "We truly do. It's just we don't need to hear it."

"And you definitely make sure we hear it," Elie added. "Like, every time."

"Can I help it if I know what I'm doing in bed?" Vi asked.

"At this point, probably not," John said.

Vi glared at her siblings, but gave it up. "Alright, whatever. I'ma get started on supper. Who's gonna peel vegetables for me?"

Elie put her phone away and rolled to her feet while John and Lily were busy bickering over whose turn it was. "I'm not doing anything anyway," she said.

"Neither are we," John said. "Peeling vegetables just isn't tha--"

"It's not appealing," Lily said

"--t fun. Oh goddammit Lily," John said batting a pillow from the couch at Lily's head, who only giggled, fully pleased with herself.

Vi and Elie hit the kitchen, Elie accepted her assignment of veggie prep in assistance of the evening meal.

"We don't care who you fuck," Elie said.

"Yeah, I know," Vi said.

"You just... you really do kind of show it off."

Vi smiled crookedly. "I know that too."

"Then why do--"

"Because it annoys the shit out of all of you."

Elie made an offended noise and winged half a potato at Vi, who nearly caught the projectile, but instead it bounced off her wrist and into the sink.

"Don't throw food around," Vi chided.

"Don't be a little shit," Elie countered.

"Can't be a little shit. I'm the oldest."

"And yet somehow you manage it anyway."

****

Supper was cooking by the time Helena got home from work. Vi was hanging out in the kitchen keeping an eye on things. Helena greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, Mom. How was work?"

Helena shrugged. "Oh, you know. The usual."

"Thought it might be."

"Supper smells good."

Vi nodded. "It's almost ready. You've got time to get changed."

"Then I'd probably better get on it."

Helena breezed through the living room too, greeting each of her children with the traditional kiss on the cheek or forehead, depending on their relative position, then went upstairs to shower and change.

"She's excited," Elie commented. "Bet she's got a date tonight."

"You think?" Lily asked. "I didn't notice anything."

"You never even looked up. You wouldn't have noticed."

"I'm at an important part."

"Uh-huh."

"I hope it's not the same guy she brought back last time," John said. "I got a weird feeling from him."

Elie shrugged. She was sitting next to John now, with his arm around her and his hand resting on her tummy. He'd deliberately pushed her shirt up a little to give them that extra little bit of physical connection. They both found it comforting.

"I think you just get weird about any of Mom's boyfriends," Elie said.

"I don't," John protested.

"No, it's true, you do," Lily said. "But I actually agree, that last guy had a weird vibe."

"I don't know whether to feel ganged up on or supported just now," John grumbled.

Elie turned her head to beam cheerily at him. "That's family for you."

****

Helena turned up for supper wearing going-out clothes. Elie smirked at John, who stuck his tongue out at her in return.

"Alright, children," Helena said calmly. "None of that."

"Who's the lucky guy?" Elie asked.

"Hm?"

"You're going out," Lily said. "You've got date clothes on. Elie called it earlier."

Helena sighed. "Yes, I'm going out with someone. No, you don't know him. No, I'm probably not bringing him home tonight. Yes, I--"

"You do rather take the fun out of interrogating you," Elie complained.

"Technically I should be grilling you lot about your dating choices," Helena said. "Not the other way around."

"Yes," Elie agreed, "except for we're all responsible and competent individuals and can make our own choices."

Helena narrowed her eyes. "And what does that make me?"

Elie fluttered her eyelashes. "Our beloved mother who we all want to see happy and never get hurt."

Vi snorted. "Who's a little shit now?" she asked Elie before turning to Helena. "I'm happy for you, Mom. Have a nice time."

"Thank you, I will," Helena said. "Elie, stop glaring at your sister."

Lily chuckled. "They're just feuding because Vi was having loud sex again this afternoon and--"

"Oh here we go again," Vi complained.

"--and Vi said she does it specifically to annoy us."

"And because I can't help it if I'm just really good at it," Vi said. "If boys are gonna be loud, what am I supposed to do about it?"

Helena put her head in her hands. "You know, most families have the problem of their kids not sharing hardly anything. And then there's you all."

"I'm just becoming a sexually confident woman," Vi said. "It's a good thing."

"You were a sexually confident woman a while ago," John said. "Now you're sexually obnoxious."

"Rude!"

"Everyone, stop picking on your sister," Helena said firmly. "Vi... maybe try to be a little quieter during sex."

"Mom!" Vi complained.

"Well you are loud. I've heard it."

"Ah!" Vi looked offended, then set her jaw. "Well maybe I got it from you. Don't forget when you had... what was his name, Greg I think? You had Greg over that one night, don't think we didn't all hear that."

The rest of the siblings nodded around the table.

"That's true," Elie. "That was a rough night."

Helena sighed. "Yes, true. Just... I don't know. Can we all just be happy and supportive of each other? I wanted you all to be confident adults when you grew up, and it seems like you're all doing ok. Maybe... maybe some boundaries have suffered for it."

"But really, who needs boundaries," Lily said.

"Some boundaries are very healthy," Helena said. "If anyone ever wants you to do something you don't want to, remember--"

"Yeah yeah," Elie said. "But what about, like, what if I just got naked right now, hm? That's not making any of you do anything, but it would be past some boundaries."

"Obviously I'd prefer if you didn't do that," Helena said. "But if you want to... I don't know, we're family here. It's probably fine."

Helena sat expectantly watching Elie. The rest of her siblings did the same.

Elie coloured slightly. "Well obviously I'm not actually going to do that. I was just making a point."

"I support you being naked if you want," John said helpfully.

"Don't perv on your sister, dear," Helena said calmly as she picked up her fork again.

"Wasn't," John said. "Just being supportive. Because you're right, we should be. Vi, I think you should be louder at sex next time, and we can all stand outside your room and cheer."

Vi's eyes got narrow. "Try it and see what happens. I dare you."

"Mooommm, Vi's gonna beat me up if I try to support her."

Helena hung her head. "You know, I hear other parents complain that they can't get two words out of their kids at the dinner table."

"Must be nice, huh," Lily said sympathetically.

****

Elie and John went to their shared bedroom that night. As twins, they'd shared a room since they were babies, and had abjectly refused to be separated when they got older. Neither Vi or Lily particularly wanted to give up having a bedroom to themselves anyway, which made it easier just to keep all the kids happy and let the twins continue sharing a room.

"You notice Mom's not home yet?" Elie asked as she pulled off her pants.

John nodded. "Of course I noticed. Vi sent her a text, and she said she was ok."

"Date must have gone well then."

"Most likely. Can't imagine why they went to his place instead of here."

Elie chuckled and sat on her bed on her side of the room in a cami and panties, casually dangling her legs. John finished getting his clothes off and sat on his bed fully naked.

"Well I'm glad she's enjoying herself without all our judgement for one night," Elie said. She reached back to undo her ponytail that she usually kept her shoulder-length hair in. For the purposes of running, she was most comfortable keeping it out of her way most of the time.

"Who's judging?" John asked. "She can make her own decisions."

Elie shrugged. "You know. All of us. Kind of keeping an eye on what everyone else gets up to romantically."

John was quiet a moment. "You think it's weird that neither of us have dated?"

"We went on a double-date a couple times with--"

"That doesn't count. That was your friends trying to set us both up at the same time because they thought it was cute."

"They're not my friends. They're our friends. Celeste and Aurora like hanging with you as much as me. You know that."

John nodded. "That's true. I like them too. I think maybe sometimes it's just a little weird for me still that I'm the only boy at track practices."

Elie shrugged. "It's nice, I think. You're like the team's little brother."

"I-- wait, why little brother? Why not, like, big brother?"

Elie grinned impishly. "'Cause you're too cute and shy to be a big brother."

John rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, the same shade of brown as Elie's, tousling it gently.

"You instill me with such confidence," he said.

"It's a good thing! You could probably date most any of the girls on our team, if you wanted. I mean the ones who aren't seeing someone already. They all like and trust you already."

"I dunno. That'd kind of be like dating family."

"Ah ha!"

"What?"

"I told you you're like the little brother. And you think of all of them as sisters, huh?"

"That's not quite what I meant."

"It's what you said," Elie pointed out.

"Yeah. It is."

Elie and John both still sat on the edge of their beds, neither having made a move to get under the covers. Elie had one leg pulled up to her chest and the other still dangling over the side. John had both feet on the floor, legs slightly spread.

"Who you thinkin' about?" Elie asked softly.

"Hm?"

"Your penis keeps twitching a little."

"Why are you staring?"

Elie's lips quirked. "I asked first."

"... you know at practice when we all stretch before running?"

"Sure."

"And... you know how the shorts we wear are... tight?"

"Ah. You like all the cute butts, huh?"

"You got me thinking about them."

Elie waggled a finger. "Naughty, checking out all your sisters like that."

"You called them my sisters, not me. I feel like I definitely have enough sisters as it is."

"Three is a lot, huh?"

"It can be. Mostly it's nice though."

Elie smiled and brushed her hair back in a habitual gesture. John's cock twitched again, slowly growing erect in the silence.

"So... wanna rub one out then?" Elie finally asked.

John nodded and bounced to his feet. "I was hoping you'd ask."

Elie rolled her eyes as she tugged her panties off. "You're allowed to ask too, you know."

"Yeah, but sometimes you don't want to, and I don't want to pressure you."

"It's no pressure, John. If I'm not in the mood you can just play by yourself. You honestly should just ask if you want to."

John grabbed their shared laptop, a box of tissues, and hit the lights before hopping into bed with Elie. "I'll remember that."

"No you won't. You just always want me to suggest it."

"... I like it better that way."

Elie and John got comfortable next to each other, backs leaning against the wall, laptop perched balanced on their stretched out legs.

Elie put her hand softly on John's before opening the laptop. "Hey. It's me. We're twins."

"I'm aware."

"We can share anything, right?"

"Obviously."

"If you want to rub one out before bed, seriously just ask. Sometimes I'm just not quite as horny and don't think of it. But I don't want you to have to go to sleep frustrated."

John smiled and squeezed Elie's hand gently. "I can always just jerk off by myself if it was that bad."

"Yeah, but you don't though."

"Not often, no."

"Not ever. I'd know if you were jerking off in bed across the room from me."

"... I might do it other places from time to time."

Elie's eyebrows went up. "Oh really?"

"You didn't know? Do you not--"

"Sometimes," Elie admitted evasively. "When do you--"

"Nuh uh. When do you do it?"

"Technically I asked first. But, like, I don't know. Sometimes the showerhead is just really nice, for instance."

"Oh." John considered this. "Like on your pussy?"

"On my clit, yeah. You?"

"Um, in the shower too, kinda. But like usually the one at school, after track."

"While all those tight butts dance in your head?"

John blushed faintly. "Something like that."

Elie nodded. "Ok, well I feel better. Can't believe you didn't tell me you did that."

"You didn't tell me about Mr. Showerhead either."

"Fair. I didn't hold back on purpose, you know. We've got no secrets, right?"

"No secrets," John echoed. "Now are you gonna open up the laptop or what?"

Elie smoothly flipped the laptop open and navigated to their favourite site for videos. She glanced at John's lap in the process and smiled to herself at seeing his cock mostly erect already.

"A girl in the shower video, huh?" John said. "To show me what it looks like when you do it?"

"Of course not," Elie said. "She looks nothing like me."

John peered at the girl in the video who held a showerhead between her legs and gave little whimpers occasionally.

"You're right. Blonder, bigger tits, doesn't have any kind of athletic look to her."

"Pff, what, you dissing my tits now?" Elie asked.

"And she's way less attractive than you in every way," John added. "You didn't let me finish."

"Haha, smooth."

John stroked his cock while watching the shower girl. Elie rubbed her pussy too, but watched her brother way more than the screen.

"Bigger boobs doesn't always mean better, you know," John said. "Yours are perfect on you."

"I know. I wasn't sure if you remembered that."

"Of course I did."

John took his hand off his shaft and reached over to Elie. He grabbed the bottom of her cami, and she lifted her arms for him to pull it over her head.

Both fully naked, the sibs went back to masturbating while also taking frequent glances at each other.

John took enough time from jerking off to find another video, one with two girls in a shower instead of just one. Elie snorted at his choice, but watched curiously with him anyway. Again, her gaze drifted more to her brother than to the porn.

"Hey, John?"

"Yeah?"

"How close are you?"

John turned to Elie, amusement on his lips. "Already asking? Impatient tonight or what?"

"Just curious."

"You can put on a different video if this one isn't doing it for you."

Elie nodded. "Ok. Maybe I will."

Some quick typing, and Elie brought up a favourite video for the two of them. One where a girl gently dommed a cute boy, making him kneel and jerk off while she almost let him lick her pussy, then moved it away, and eventually made him lie back so she could sit on his face while he finished masturbating all over his tummy.

"Mmm, that's better," John said, rubbing his cock faster.

"It is," Elie agreed. "I was surprised when you liked it so much the first time, though."

"Why? It's hot."

"Didn't figure you for being so subby."

"Who says I am? It'd be so horny having a girl tease me like that. I can appreciate stuff like that without being subby."

"Arguably. And you'd want her to sit on your face while you finished?"

John gave a little whimper and felt his orgasm stirring deep within. "Kinda, yeah."

Elie's fingers were a practiced blur on her clit as she shifted her gaze hungrily back and forth between the porn and her twin brother.

"You notice they look a bit like us?" she asked.

"Only a very little bit," John said. "They've got brownish hair, sure, and blue eyes."

"And the right noses. And he looks like he could be a runner."

"I don't know about that."

"He's not the exquisitely toned specimen you are, of course," Elie said teasingly.

"Uh huh. Well she's kinda got your ass."

"You think?"

"Yours is better, obviously."

"Yes, obviously." Elie waited as long as she could hold the question in. "What would you do if I sat on your face?"

John groaned, felt his orgasm kick into overdrive at the immediate flash of imagination his sister had forced upon him, then tingled and shivered as he came over himself. Elie liked when he came on his tummy, much like the boy in the video, and John happily obliged her. It only really meant a bit of a messier clean up after, and it was worth it to help Elie cum.

Elie felt her trigger key off of John cumming on himself, as it so often did. Nothing in her life had ever made her cum so consistently as watching him finish. It was to a point she wasn't even sure she could cum if he didn't. Sometimes she worried about that, but mostly it was just kind of a normal state of affairs for her.

John's strokes slowed down to nearly nothing as the last of his cum dribbled out onto his fingers. Elie was still jilling fast and furious, but it wasn't long before she too gasped and shuddered, then moaned soft and low as she came.

The sibs sat next to each other, feeling the reassurance of each other's intimate presence while they calmed down a bit. Elie then turned to John and carefully kissed him on the cheek, just barely missing his lips. He did the same to her.

They then each grabbed a tissue to wipe cum off of John, and leave him an only marginally sticky mess before bedtime.

Elie snuggled herself nakedly under covers while John padded back across the floor, dropping the laptop back on their desk, and slipped into his own bed.

"Good night, Elie."

"Sweet dreams, John."

****

In the bedroom next door to the twins, Lily lay in her bed playing with her pussy. She usually couldn't hear any distinct words through the wall, but certain sounds could carry through enough to be understood. Apparently neither John or Elie had yet realized their sneaky fun times weren't quite as sneaky as they thought.

Lily hadn't realized what was happening the first time she'd caught the twins masturbating together. Some moans and whines from her sibs' room, sure, they were getting off, that was all fine and good. And then at some point she'd realized no, they weren't just getting off, they were getting off together. It seemed so obvious in retrospect. That had turned a formerly amusing thing that she overheard every now and then into something more alluring.

Lily had considered telling John and Elie she could hear them, but decided not to. She could claim she didn't want to embarrass them, but that would be a lie. It had a lot more to do with her own horniness.

The sex noises Vi and her errant trysts made were far too much, too obvious, trying to get a reaction. The twins thought no one knew what they were up to, which was sexier right off the bat. Plus, of course, brothers and sisters masturbating together was, traditionally, somewhat frowned upon. Lily considered that a bonus when it came to eavesdropping on intimate moments.

She was something of a connoisseur of her younger sibs' habits these days. The sounds of them cumming were well known to her, as was the tradition of John always cumming slightly before Elie. Lily wasn't quite sure why that was, but all the scenarios in her head were hot, or cute, or both.

Lily sometimes came while thinking about John and Elie doing more than just masturbating together, but she'd never believed they were doing anything to that extent. She wasn't sure why, exactly, other than her long-term chronicling of the naughty noises they made at night, which arguably made her a bit of an expert.

As was her routine on the nights when the twins got up to no good, Lily rubbed her pussy while listening to them, then eventually got off to the sounds of them subsequently cumming together. She then curled up in her bed and enjoyed drifting pleasantly off to sleep.

****

John and Elie went through their classes the next day as usual. They used to get some jokes about always being together, even sharing all the same classes, but since teasing didn't usually get much of a reaction most people who knew them just sort of took it for granted these days.

They ate lunch together in the cafeteria where they were joined by Celeste and Aurora, two of their friends from the track team. The girls made a distinctive pair as they were together nearly as often as John and Elie were, and Celeste's naturally red hair with Aurora's dyed blue hair made them stand out in a crowd. Rumour had it Aurora's choice of colour was a deliberate choice to go with Celeste's, though the twins had never asked and didn't know exactly why.

"Coach is making us all run laps after school," Celeste said.

"We heard," John said. He sat next to Elie, now across from their friends, and holding his sister's hand under the table.

"Heard she's pissed at someone," Elie added. "Gonna really give it to us at practice."

Aurora nodded. "We think someone mouthed off to her again."

"Oh god, really?" Elie said. "They gotta stop doing that. We always get laps until we puke if someone's a little shit."

John shrugged. "I mean, running's running. It's what we were gonna do anyway."

All three girls made a face at him. "Don't know why you're so calm about it," Celeste said. "Your endurance is one of the lowest on the team."

"Always room for improvement then," John said cheerfully.

Aurora groaned. "Please tell me he's joking, Elie. He's not really such ridiculous optimist, surely."

Elie gave John a look. "Yeah, he's just getting a rise out of you. And succeeding."

John just smiled to himself and squeezed Elie's hand gently under the table.

"Anyway," Aurora said, "we actually really wanted to ask you two about the dance coming up."

"Yeah, you guys going?" Celeste asked.

Elie and John exchanged glances.

"Most likely," Elie said.

"We don't have dates though," John said.

Celeste and Aurora exchanged glances of their own.

"Well we could definitely set you both up," Aurora said.

"But you both just want to go together," Celeste said. "So it's kinda pointless."

"How would you know what we want?" Elie asked.

"You're kidding, right?" Aurora said. "How long have we been friends?"

"A long time."

"Exactly."

The twins exchanged another glance.

"I mean, it's just easier going together," John said. "No worrying about dates and making good impressions and stuff."

"True," Elie said. "Plus we're better dancers than most people, and they can't keep up."

"I'd say you two are cute," Celeste said, "but I'm worried that if you guys never date 'cause it's easier not to, you're never gonna find anyone but each other."

"This is our concern," Aurora agreed.

Elie looked at her brother, then back to Celeste and Aurora. "Enh, we could do worse."

****

John regretted his optimism about track practice. Their coach was, indeed, on a tear, and intent on sweating punishment out of everyone. He still didn't even really know why.

John could do distance running, but was much better on short distances. After several laps, he was lagging, his lack of endurance catching up with him.

The plus side, one of the good things about being the only boy running with a dozen girls, was that he had a steady stream of tight butts passing him that he could happily stare at for a bit before they got too far ahead of him.

"You'd probably run faster if you'd stop checking everyone out as they go by," Elie said, catching up to him again.

John tried to shrug, which was hard to do effectively while running. "Who needs faster? I'm struggling as is."

"No denial that you were watching everyone's butt?"

"Would denying it work?"

"No."

"Then I won't bother."

Elie snorted, an effect also marred while running and softly panting. "Trying to decide who you want to ask to the dance?"

"Based on cuteness of butt? I guess there's worse criteria." John shook his head. "But no, we're going together, right?"

Elie smiled, feeling that warmth that John created in her that she really didn't always understand, but enjoyed when she felt it. "Of course. Just checking. It'd be harsh getting stood up by my brother."

"Yeah, right."

Elie sped up a little and stayed in front of John for a bit. She waited for the curve of the running track to let her look back at him without being too obvious about it. John was pretty zoned out and not paying attention, but his eyes were locked loosely on her backside. She smiled to herself and kept pace in front of him until their coach finally blew her whistle and called the team all in.

John flopped over on the grass, unashamedly sprawling out and pretending to die from exertion. The performance got a few giggles.

"Very funny, Mr. MacIsaac," Coach Watson said, rolling her eyes at the theatrics. "You know it just makes me think we need to work on your distance running more."

"I'm built for sprints!" John protested.

"You're built for whatever lets you sit your ass back down again the soonest."

"Same thing."

Coach Watson pursed her lips, but couldn't help a small smile at John's antics. "You're just lucky you're the entire boys' team by yourself. You'd be in trouble if I had options."

"Funny," Elie said, "that's what I always tell him too."

John stuck his tongue out at his sister, still flat on his back on the ground.

Coach Watson shook her head, then looked down at her clipboard. "Anyway, I got word that recruiters will indeed be at the next meet, as we'd hoped. They--"

Elie groaned. "Is that why you were punishing us today?"

"I wasn't--"

"Yeah, we thought you were pissed at someone," Aurora said.

"I'm really not so petty as that," Coach Watson said, eyes narrowed. "You lot do your best to shirk endurance training at every opportunity, but you need it sometime."

"Oh," Celeste said. "Well... I guess that's kinda true."

John raised his hand. "I don't."

"You especially do," Coach Watson said.

"No, see, I'm comfortable with my weaknesses and want to learn to love myself as I am. If I--"

"Two more laps, Mr. MacIsaac."

John got to his feet with a long, dramatic sigh. "This is sexist, you know."

"No, this is you being a show off and suffering the consequences."

"She's got you there, John," Elie called cheerfully at her brother as he jogged back onto the running track.

Elie noted, as she often did, how many eyes fixed to John as he retreated. She'd wondered if he ever noticed how many of the girls checked him out from time to time, or if he was too busy checking them out to notice. She felt a small surge of protective jealousy at all the attention on him, along with happiness for her twin brother that he could command such interest. It was a difficult pairing of emotions at times. Confusing, if nothing else.

****

John got a whole shower room to himself after practice. Sometimes there were other sports happening at a similar time so there'd be more boys around, or sometimes if it was in the middle of the school day there would be plenty of regular use. A fair amount of the time it was just him. One of the perks of being the only boy on the track team.

That and being surrounded by hot girls. That didn't hurt either. It made running difficult at times, sure, and was probably just as much to blame for his poor performances at times as were any of his actual faults. He couldn't really help his cock getting in the way.

It currently throbbed gently under the spray of water as John rinsed off the sweat of the practice. He really did enjoy running with so many hot girls, though he would have done it just because Elie liked it. And not just because he preferred watching her butt the most out of all of them.

"I really thought you'd be jerking off," Elie said.

John turned and saw his sister padding toward him. He tilted his head curiously.

"What, did you sneak in here just to catch me at it?" he asked.

Elie had, in fact, done precisely that. She'd slipped away with her stuff to the boys' locker room, which she was delighted to find was empty other than her brother. She'd hesitated momentarily and just watched him wash himself off, then gone ahead and taken her running clothes off so she could shower too. Choosing the showerhead next to John, the twins each stood nude under the spray, eyeing each other and gauging the other's mood.

"It was too crowded in the other shower," Elie lied smoothly.

"Sure it was," John said, not buying it for a second. "It so happened to be too crowded the very day after I told you that I sometimes jerk off in here by myself?"

"... yes."

"Quite a coincidence."

"Not enough of one. You aren't even jerking off."

John's eyes flicked down to his erection, currently pointed directly at Elie, then back up to her. "You know, you could just ask."

Elie rolled her eyes. "Oh I see. Turning my own words from last night back against me, huh?"

"It's only fair. We can both ask for stuff if we want it."

"Well what do you want right now? Maybe I don't want to force you into jerking off if you don't want to."

John considered the question. It was, admittedly, very difficult to think straight with Elie so very naked and wet in front of him. He was used to being naked with her in the safety and comfort of their room, often in the dark. This was quite different.

"I think, maybe, that mostly I want to jerk off when you want me to," John said eventually.

Elie had her turn to think seriously, which was just as tricky for her standing next to her wet, naked, very erect brother as it had been for him. "Because it's hotter that way?"

"Maybe. More because... it feels right. Like... like everything feels better if I know you're enjoying yourself too."

Elie cocked her head. "I get that. You know I struggle to even cum if I don't see you cum first?"

"I'd kind of wondered about that. What about, like, when you have your dates with Mr. Showerhead?"

Elie blushed faintly. "Well... it's nice, but it's harder to cum. And I usually have to think about you cumming. A lot of the time I just don't even get there."

"Oh."

"What about you?"

"Same, kinda."

"Like you stand in here and think about me?"

"... yeah."

"And here I thought it was all those butts you were checking out while we were running," Elie teased.

"It is. That's what gets me going. And then... and then it's always just one after a while."

Elie bit her lip and stared at her twin brother with big, hopeful eyes. "Mine?"

"Yours."

Slowly, carefully, Elie turned around so her back was to John. "And like, what if I did this?"

John's eyes traveled down the smooth curve of his sister's back to her tight, wet ass. "That might get me," he admitted, his voice cracking a bit.

Elie looked back over her shoulder. "Not enough, apparently."

"Maybe... maybe bend over some?"

Elie's heart pounded. She tried to act casual as she kept her legs slightly spread, knees straight, and slowly leaned over until she was at nearly ninety degrees. It was by far the lewdest pose she'd ever struck for anyone, let alone her brother. She again looked over her shoulder while bracing her hands on her thighs.

John whimpered softly as Elie bent over. He kind of couldn't believe that he'd gone ahead and asked her to do it. Seeing her in that kind of pose was a far cry from just masturbating together in their room like normal. He saw her head turn just as he was grabbing his cock, and watched the question she was about to ask die on her lips.

"So that's what it takes, huh?" Elie said, watching John's hand move on his shaft with a fixed, unblinking gaze.

"Sometimes, I guess."

"What do you do when you don't have a sister around willing to pose like a porn star?"

"It's a struggle."

"Uh huh."

John stroked himself faster, so crazy turned on beyond what he usually felt while showering after a practice.

Elie found it hard to keep still for him as she got all buzzed up too, her heart still hammering and her legs getting a bit wobbly.

"You aren't going to rub yourself too?" John asked.

Elie started slightly at the question. "What, here? What kind of girl do think I am?"

"... is that a serious question right now?"

"Just... shush and just cum already."

"I'm going as fast as I can, jeez."

John reached out without thinking and put his free hand on Elie's ass cheek, gently spreading her butt for an even more intimate view. She gasped but didn't protest. John was fixated on his twin sister's ass, and to a lesser extent her pussy, but the lewdness of it all still only worked for him so intensely because it was all part of Elie, and he knew it.

Elie trembled at feeling her brother's hand on her butt. She had a flash of disbelief at how readily she'd shown herself off to him like this, and how easily she accepted him spreading her booty even more. That was followed by the easy acceptance that yes of course she'd do this for him. She would have done it long ago if he'd ever asked. But then, neither of them would have asked for anything like this. They were twins first and foremost. Always would be.

And yet... here they were. Elie had gone over and over the idea of sneaking in here with him, considered the dangers of getting caught at it, recognized how stupidly horny it was, and she'd still done it. After that, it had seemed way less crazy that it usually would have to just present herself like this and watch him jerk off to her.

"It's, shit, it's hard to finish," John said.

"Even grabbing my bum like that?"

John's hand jerked away, to Elie's inner disappointment.

"Sorry."

"No, it's--"

"Usually when we do this, it's when you're gonna get off too."

Elie trembled, feeling like she should probably stand up straight again, but refusing to do so. "So... so you cum when you think I'm going to, and I cum when you have?"

"It's kinda how it usually is, isn't it?"

"... did we get ourselves stuck in cumming paradox?"

"Not quite. But yeah, basically."

"Shit." Elie took a deep breath. "Ok, don't think I'm gonna do this all the time, 'cause I'm not."

"What are--"

"You need to cum on my ass, John."

"Elie...."

"Like right now. Cum on it."

"Oh my god."

"Look, I know this is different from just masturbating together. Maybe I shouldn't have come in here like this. I was horny. It happens. Maybe we should just stick with getting off together before bed like normal. That works for us. It's just twin stuff."

"I don't know if that's normal twi--"

"But John, if you don't cum on my ass right this fucking minute, I'ma kick your ass."

John couldn't figure out exactly what was happening. It was something very close to dirty talk, but not quite. Whatever the hell it was, it worked.

He honestly didn't know if it was Elie's demand that did it, as though his body would naturally just obey her, or if it was her constant reference to cumming on her ass. The latter seemed the more likely. John had been wondering before that what would happen if he came on her. One of those horny thoughts. He probably wouldn't have actually done it. Probably. But if she was insisting firmly that he had to, well that was a different story.

John exploded in the most magnificent whirl of pulsing balls, curling toes, and tingling nerves. It probably wasn't really a safe experience while in the slippery shower, honestly, but he couldn't give a shit about that. He felt his cum shoot out and watched it land gloriously in thick streaks all across Elie's bum.

The hot lines of cum spattering Elie's ass made her grip her thighs tight, close her eyes, and use all spare focus she had on merely staying on her feet. She hadn't wanted to rub herself before, and she regretted it now. With John's cum being painted across her butt, she wanted nothing so much as to put her hand between her legs and rub herself stupid.

"Oh my god," Elie moaned.

The last of John's orgasm faded, and he was left staring at what he'd done. Rather oddly, to his mind, he almost didn't even feel the usual clarity and absence of horniness afterward. He just wanted to keep staring at Elie's ass, maybe grab it again, maybe--

"John, help me up, would you?"

John blinked and belatedly took Elie's arm. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin'. Just shaky."

"Oh. That's--"

"Keep holding me, would you?"

John put his hands on either side of Elie, just about her waist, and kept a grip on her. It left them awfully close together with the heat of his cum still fresh on her skin. It was perfect.

Elie put a hand to her pussy and rubbed herself. She worked her clit with single-minded intensity, being rougher and harder on it that she usually would. John's face was so close, his eyes so focused on her. His hands were warm and strong on her sides. Having him holding her might have been the best part. She would have asked him to wrap her up tight in his arms if it wouldn't have interrupted her frantic jilling.

John found the allure of his twin's face so close to his somewhat overwhelming, especially all heavy-lidded, panting, and lost in desperate pleasure. He couldn't help himself, couldn't even restrain his movement to her cheek like they normally did. He kissed Elie full on the lips.

Elie's eyes went wide for a second, then fully closed as she came. It was a damn good thing John was holding on to her as her orgasm surged through her and an electric connection jolted through her between lips and clit. She leaned closed into him, feeling his cock poke against her as she did, though it was only a side-note in the overall effect.

"What the hell was that?" Elie asked breathlessly.

"Sorry," John said.

"No, it was good. Too good. Just, like, how am I supposed to settle for pecks on the cheek now?"

John smiled ruefully. "Yeah, that might have been a mistake."

The twins watched each other a moment longer, damp and glowing, water-darkened hair plastered to their heads, both looking more radiant to the other than ever despite being so disheveled.

The door at the end of the locker room banged open, interrupting the moment.

"Hey John, you done jerking off yet or what?!"

Elie snorted in frustration. "Aurora!" she hissed in a low voice.

"How did she know I was--"

"She's giving you shit, dude, come on. You know better."

"Oh right. Sorry. My mind's on... other things."

Elie smiled shyly. "Mine too."

They leaned in toward each other, but didn't have the peace they would have liked.

"Seriously, John," Celeste's voice called after Aurora's. "There's such a thing as too much."

John sighed, then raised his voice. "I'm almost done. You really don't need to check on me, you know."

There was some distant laughter.

"You were jerking off, weren't you?" Aurora called again.

"I was fucking your mom. She'd like you to give us some privacy."

An indignant noise came through, but Celeste's laughter only got louder.

"Alright, jeez," Aurora said. "We're just looking for Elie. We didn't see her come through. Have you seen her?"

"How would I possibly have seen her?" John asked while currently holding Elie naked and wet and so close his erection continued to jab softly at her.

"Yeah, that's what I said," Celeste said. "She probably just changed quick or something. Just text us if she's out waiting in your guys's car already or something, would you? It's weird for her to vanish like that."

"Will do," John promised. He sighed. "Guess we better get moving."

Elie nodded. "Guess so. Are you still hard?"

"You, uh, got me going again there."

"Hm, ok."

"You're happy about that, aren't you?"

"Maybe. You know you're gonna have to let go of me so we can get out of here."

"Yeah, I'm aware."

John still held Elie for a moment longer. She had absolutely no intention of slipping out her brother's hands until her let her go. Unfortunately, one of them had to break sooner or later.

John regretfully pulled away from Elie and turned off their shower heads before padding back to his locker and towel. He stopped partway as he realized that despite not having said anything for a while, and thus giving the impression they'd left already, Aurora and Celeste were in fact still standing at the open door to the locker room. They smirked at him for just a second or two before letting the door swing closed.

Elie pattered up behind John. "What's up?"

"They were still watching."

"Celeste and Aurora?"

"Yeah."

"Ha, pervs."

"I maybe should have anticipated that."

Elie wrapped her arms around John from behind and kissed his shoulder. "You had more important things on your mind."

"I really did. And, uh, still do. You feel really nice like that, just by the way."

"'Cause my boobies are squished against you?"

"... not just that."

"Ha, ok."

Elie pulled away and grabbed her towel to start drying off. John belatedly followed suit. They watched each other dry off, and John was very aware of Elie deliberately not cleaning up the mess on her ass, nor how delicately she pulled her panties up over all the cum still on her skin.

"You don't think they noticed your stuff sitting there, do you?" John asked.

Elie shrugged. "How should I know? If I had to guess, though, I'd suspect they were probably too busy sneaking a peek to even consider that I was in here with you."

"Yeah, what was that about anyway?"

Elie frowned. "Seriously?"

"What?"

"Like, you know how you perv on literally every girl on the track team?"

"I do not!"

"You checked out every single butt today."

"Well if they happen to be in front of me...."

Elie snorted. "Uh huh. Anyway, point is it's not like that only goes one way."

"Who's checking out my butt?"

"Not just your butt."

"No?"

"John, did you forget like twenty seconds ago when Aurora and Cel--"

"Ok, ok, yeah," John said. "They did kinda deliberately spy on me just then, huh?"

"It could not possibly have been more blatant."

"... so do they like--"

"John!"

"Hm?"

"Put your clothes on, would you?"

"Oh, right."

They finished getting dressed and headed out to their car. Elie drove them home while they were both quiet and contemplative, though frequently would steal glances at each other and smile.

The house was quiet when they got home, only Lily was there ahead of them and she was in the living room glued to her video game. John and Elie stowed their stuff in their room, then filtered back down to hang out with Lily.

Elie sat down on the couch and got comfortable just before John reappeared. Without any prompting between the two of them, Elie made a comfy pillow of her lap just as John curled up on his side and lay his head on her legs. Elie played with his hair as one might idly pet a cat who'd deigned to accept some lap time.

"Elden Ring still good?" John asked, rather unnecessarily given Lily's intent focus.

Lily nodded. "It's hard. But yeah, I think I'm really liking it."

"Good."

There was a long moment of comfortable silence before Lily had a break in action. "How was practice today? You guys had practice, right?"

The twins both smiled despite themselves. They shared a mixture of happiness, bonding, and perhaps a little guilt, but not the kind they'd lose any sleep over.

"Coach had us run a lot," John said. "I'm worn out."

"Isn't... isn't running a lot literally all you do?" Lily asked.

"That's... it's more tactical than that," John protested.

"John prefers sprinting," Lily said fondly.

"Or a lovely jog. Distances are fine at lower speeds."

"Mmhm. You've got the legs of an athlete, dear brother," Elie said, "but not the heart of one, I fear."

John shrugged and leaned his head into Elie's casual scritches, too contented with his life at the moment to worry about athletic prowess.

"You were always more the competitor anyway, Elie" Lily said. "I was honestly surprised John went along with it."

"Why?" John murmured. "Twins do stuff together. It's how it is."

John and Elie both felt the warmth of that statement deep inside them. Elie still had the sticky mess of that statement all over her ass, for that matter, though it was no longer warm.

What they didn't see was the look on Lily's face, since she was turned directly away from them. She had to bite her lip and try not to let the faint burning of her cheeks show. She knew more than they thought she did about what twins might do together. It was, unfortunately for her gameplay, kind of a distracting thought at the moment.

The twins, luckily, were wrapped up in cuddling each other and didn't notice her skills slip for no apparent reason. Then a little while later they wandered out to the kitchen to make supper together. By then Lily mostly had her train of thought back in line. Mostly.

****

Vi was still at her bouncing gig at a strip club while her other sibs were home already. She worked weird hours sometimes, though going into the evening and late at night were fairly common things, given the nature of the work and all.

She preferred daytime shifts though, when possible. Technically they paid less, daylight hours being less lucrative in the industry and all, but it was also a more normal schedule relative to the rest of the world, and it tended to be a chiller environment. Sure there were always sketchy dudes, and the occasional sketchy lady, but they mostly behaved themselves more earlier in the day.

Then again, Vi thought while smirking to herself, she might have an impact on that too just with her presence. She could bounce as well as anyone she'd met, and had the advantage that fewer dudes wanted to start shit with a woman, nor did they want to have their ass kicked by one if necessary. It was enough of a bonus to earn her considerable favour with her boss and a lot of the dancers. Some of the latter also liked having a woman watching their backs sometimes, though many still preferred the more imposing bulk of some of their male bouncers. It was a personal preference thing.

Vi's daydreaming, something she had an awful lot of time for in between rare occasions of needing to handle a situation, was interrupted by one of said situations. One of the dancers, Cait, hurried over to Vi.

"Hey, Cherry needs you."

Vi was already moving, but frowned as she scanned the room again. "Where--"

"In the back."

"Oh for shit's sake. She knows better. It's just me on right now, she's supposed to let me know if she leaves the main room with someone."

"Yeah, well... you know Cherry."

Once closer, Vi easily located the disturbance due to the sound of yelling and things being thrown. The yelling was being done by both Cherry and her current client, but the throwing was all her.

The guy was swearing up a storm and calling Cherry every name under the sun, but was mostly held at bay by a constant stream of projectiles being launched at him.

"Stop!" Vi yelled over the noise.

Cherry paused in mid-throw, her fierce demeanor shifting easily back into sultry and frightened. "This guy--"

"She's crazy!" the guy shouted. "She threw stuff at me!"

"I see that," Vi said calmly. "Are you going to leave quietly, or do we get to do it the fun way."

"But she--"

"Sir, you get one chance to choose wisely here."

The guy was fuming, but turned away from Cherry. "Fine, but know this, I--"

He stuck his finger out, too close to Vi's face for her liking. He probably thought he could get away with it if he didn't actually touch anyone. He was incorrect.

A piercing shriek rang out as Vi seized his finger and bent it harshly, not quite to the point where it would break. The guy twisted helplessly trying to relieve the sudden pain.

"I do believe I specified quiet," Vi said, still as calm and implacable as ever.

"Ok, ok."

Vi let go and watched the guy leave, nursing his poor finger. She followed behind and made sure he actually left the building.

"Thanks, Vi," Cherry purred, coming up behind her.

Vi sighed. "Cherry, I swear to god, you know the rules. When it's only one of us out here watching, we need to know you're leaving the main room."

"Don't worry, I'll tip you out real good later," Cherry said, still using her seductive voice. She winked. "Or you can have a freebie if you want. You know I'm good."

Vi maintained a steady, level glare. Cherry didn't let it faze her. She never really did. She was used to other people's horniness getting her what she wanted, and unfortunately for everyone else, it usually worked.

Cait padded softly up next to Vi after Cherry left to redo her makeup. "She's, uh, still just pure trouble, huh?" Cait said.

"She is," Vi said, letting her stance unfold a little, though her gaze once again swept the room in a regular pattern. "But she does tip me out well. Especially when I have to rescue her. Again."

"She's not stupid," Cait agreed. "Just... trouble."

"Kind of part of the business though."

"That's true." Cait looked around the room too. "You know we girls appreciate you."

Vi smiled crookedly. "I should hope so."

"Do you ever...."

Vi waited for an end to the question, but none was forthcoming. Cait actually seemed slightly nervous, which if there was one thing common between Vi and Cait's jobs here, it was you never showed nervousness, no matter how much you might feel it.

"Ever what?" Vi prompted.

"You know, you're the only girl bouncer I've ever known. Do you, like, enjoy watching the dances sometimes?"

Vi snorted. "That's an odd question."

"Is it?"

"Well... not always, I suppose. But coming out of nowhere it is."

Cait blushed, though it was mostly hidden by the very deliberate poor lighting in the building. "Ok, fine. You know how you brag with the other bouncers about how many boys you bang?"

"I'm aware. It's mostly to make them squirm a little since they're always bragging about conquests. So, you know, I started doing the same. They've toned it down since then."

"Haha, yeah."

"All true stories though."

"I assumed. I didn't think you'd have to make them up."

"That almost sounded like a compliment."

Cait shrugged. "I think you probably know how to get what you want. And for all I know, an endless string of boytoys might be what you want."

Vi snorted. "I like sex. That's all. And... ok and I like the power of taking control of these guys for a little while. And we all enjoy ourselves, so it's not like I'm taking advantage." Vi couldn't help a smirk. "Not too much."

"Mmhm. And do you ever, like, date girls?"

"First of all, who said anything about dating anyone? Second of all, no, I like boys. We just established that."

Cait gave her a sidelong glance. "A person can like both."

"I mean, sure, but--"

Cait pressed herself to Vi and brushed her lips on her cheek, just for a quick second. Vi found herself staring back in surprise and her cheeks warming slightly.

"You kind of make me curious what it would be like, being into girls," Cait said, just a hint shyly. "That's all."

Vi was pretty inoculated against the outfits the dancers wore at the strip club. One could only be inundated with them for so long before they hardly noticed the skimpiness anymore, never mind the total nudity that was also a big part of the club aesthetic.

However, in one brief moment, Vi began to register Cait and her long, platinum blonde hair, and certainly her outfit carefully designed to be an exercise in how little material one could use to cover oneself. It was a sudden, disorienting shift in perspective.

"... what?" Vi asked, uttering the most intelligent question she could manage in the moment.

Cait shrugged. "Just saying. Anyway, I better get back to work."

"Oh. Right. Uh...."

Vi trailed off helplessly as she watched Cait walk away. Given her skills and what she did for a living, watching Cait retreat was a show all unto itself, one Vi had never particularly noticed before. Now she found herself sighing pathetically and staring after Cait until she was out of sight.

"What the fuck just happened?" Vi muttered to herself.

****

John and Elie both stripped off immediately upon going to their room that night. John always slept naked anyway, Elie was more mood dependent. In this case they were both just hornier than usual, and weren't shy about it.

John grabbed their laptop and bounced onto his bed, then patted the spot beside him for Elie to sit.

"Being more forward tonight, are we?" Elie asked and she crawled into bed with John and settled herself next to him.

"It seemed appropriate."

"What if I didn't need to masturbate? You didn't even ask."

"Did you ever wash my cum off your butt?"

"... no."

"Then who are you kidding with a question like that?"

Elie squirmed a little closer to her brother until their arms were pressed together. "Honestly, it might have been kind of a mistake. My panties were pretty crusty when I took them off just now."

"Heh, yeah. That's dried cum for you."

"Right. I prefer it fresh."

John gave her an incredulous look. Elie blushed.

"In comparison, I mean," Elie added hastily. "Not like... not like I having cum all over me or anything."

"Uh huh."

"I mean jeez, today was the first time I ever did. You know that."

"If you say so."

Elie nudged John. "Don't be like that. I'm far from any kind of cum slut."

John grinned to himself and immediately opened up a bukkake video. Elie rolled her eyes and took control of the laptop away from him. She opted for a guy showering alone and playing with his cock.

John frowned slightly. "Well at least get a boy and girl showering if that's what we're watching."

Elie nodded at the compromise. She did find a video that looked promising, then belatedly realized it was also a supposed brother and sister in a shower, not just a regular boy and girl.

"Well that's a little on the nose," John said.

"It was an accident."

"Uh huh."

"It was! They just looked cute in the thumbnail. I didn't know they were playing brother and sister."

"It's right there in the title."

"Well I see that now."

Neither twin closed the video, and John even started absently stroking himself. Elie caught the movement from him, and since he was playing with himself she slipped a hand between her legs too.

"I see they just want to conserve water," John said, after getting some of the initial 'plot' of the video.

"Yes," Elie said, "it seems like such a good idea in that sense."

"Perfectly normal thing to do, really. Very environmentally conscious."

"I might go so far as to say it's noble of them."

Elie and John kept rubbing themselves.

"He looks a bit like me, if his face isn't on camera," John commented. "But she doesn't look much like you."

Elie gave him an odd look. "Would you prefer if she did?"

"Um... no, I didn't mean that."

"I think you did."

"I've got you on my mind. From earlier. That's all."

"Do you really?"

"Well, yeah. Are you not thinking about what we did?"

Elie bit her lip. "That's about all I've been thinking about."

"Same. We, uh, didn't really conserve water though did we?"

"We used more of it, if anything."

"Right."

"But maybe we just need to try again. Get more practice."

"Yeah. That's a good idea."

Elie reached for the laptop. "Here, take over for me for a second, would you?"

John followed her instruction without thinking about it. He switched hands on his cock so that he could move his free hand to Elie's pussy and rub it for her. She gave a quiet little sigh and kind of froze in place for a moment before shaking herself out of it and trying to find a different video. Her typing was atrocious and she had to try a few times to spell anything coherent in the search bar.

"I've never actually touched your pussy before," John said.

"I'm aware."

"So why did--"

"It just seemed natural in the moment."

"It did, didn't it?"

John was still rubbing her. His touch was not that of an expert by any means, but he was gentle and interested in doing a good job, and of course he was her twin brother, which gave his touch a certain extra intimacy in any context.

"I mean, we're basically the same person anyway," John said thoughtfully. "It's really not that much different from you touching yourself."

Elie nodded firmly. "Right. But... if it was me, I'd know my clit's a little higher than that."

"Oh. Like... this?"

"Closer. Just a bit more."

"Um... oh, I think I feel it?"

Elie mewled softly. "Yeah, that's it."

"Does it feel ok?"

"It's... good."

Elie found a video, one in which she'd attempted to locate two actors who looked kind of like her and John. About the best she could do was find a boy and girl with dark brown hair kind of like theirs, and she'd also deliberately sought out another pretend brother and sister.

"Not much for twins," she'd said, slightly disappointed. "Other than sisters. Mostly sisters."

"And I think some of those are real twins," John said.

"... is it just me or is that way hotter?"

"I mean, if you're gonna watch that kind of stuff, real is hotter, I think."

"Yeah. Same."

Elie belatedly realized she should take back over rubbing her own pussy. She immediately regretted losing John's touch, though.

John too felt the disappointment of not rubbing Elie's pussy. He'd been far more into that than the video she'd started for them. There was something hypnotic and addictive about touching his sister so inappropriately, playing with her soft, wet little pussy, and hearing the occasional little mewl or moan.

John tried to keep stroking himself as normal, but just wasn't feeling it all of a sudden. He gave up and leaned toward the laptop, as though perhaps a different video would be the solution.

Unprompted, but quickly seizing her opportunity, Elie's hand darted to John's lap and she took over stroking his cock for him. John couldn't even focus for a moment as her fingers wrapped around him and rubbed him with such a different, more feminine touch than his own.

"Sorry, did you want me to--"

"Yes," John croaked.

"Just while you're busy, obviously."

"Yeah, obviously."

Elie smiled to herself, not even noticing that John's attempts at locating a new video were even more fumbling than hers had been. She was solely, helplessly concentrated on his hard, pulsing erection in her hand. Her very first time deliberately touching a penis, and it was this weird, probably fleeting masturbatory session with her brother. It honestly couldn't have been more thrilling.

John put on another video and sat back. Elie kept stroking him before eventually realizing she should let go. Her hand didn't get far, as John grabbed her wrist and pulled her right back to where she'd been.

"Keep going," he said, all deep and growly.

Elie shivered and felt happy, warm tingles inside. Her brother's tone of voice did something to her all on its own. She hadn't heard anything quite like it from him before; horny and animalistic, as well as perhaps a bit bossy. It worked for her.

More than that, she'd wanted to keep playing with him anyway, and him making it very clear that she should do exactly that was validating and exciting.

John closed his eyes, not even watching the porn in front of them. He didn't need it now, not with Elie jerking him off. The feeling of it was so much better than anything a video of naked sexy people could simulate.

"Hey," Elie said.

"Hm?"

"Hey!"

John cracked his eyes open and found Elie staring straight at him. "What?"

"Don't make me do everything by myself." Elie gave her brother a pitiful, pouting look.

John flicked his gaze down to Elie's pussy, currently hidden by her hand. "Right, I guess that's only fair, huh?"

"Yeah. Fair."

Elie got back to her rhythm of stroking John as he replaced her hand on her pussy. With only a little fumbling he found her clit again, the spot she really wanted to be rubbed, and tried to make her feel as good as she was making him feel.

The twins were being such horny little things and they knew it. There wasn't any way around the fact that they were now masturbating each other rather than themselves, and that was a whole different level to what they'd been getting away with previously. It just felt too ...