Incest

Smoky Mountains – Chapter 5

Incest, Siblings, Straight, Teens |

Smoky Mountains
by
Jason Crow

Chapter 5 – Supplies
Day 2.

We decided on a list with three levels. There were the essentials, such as food and drinks. We’d always have water because of the sink in my bedroom, which was a huge plus. The second level things were used for fortifying the room. Dad accidentally took one box, which was filled with duct tape, plastic sheeting, and a few boxes of nails. We could cover my window, the door, and the wall to the bathroom with this box’s contents. Because we were uncertain of this wall, we’d do that too if we had the chance.

The third level was about comfort. We’d be needing a bucket or something like it to function as our toilet. We already figured that hauling the TV in here was way too much hassle. But things like an electric heater, a deck of cards, a radio or an extra chair would be great. This was, of course, at the bottom of our list.
After about an hour or two, we finished the list. Now it was time to figure out the route Joel needed to go, to get all the stuff as efficiently as possible. I looked at our finished plan and couldn’t help noticing how much it looked like the Home Alone movie’s battle plan.

Joel started preparing my desk chair so he could use it as a trolley. We figured out this would decrease the time he’d be out of my bedroom significantly. In the meantime, I was going through my closet to find some clothes which would protect Joel out there. I put the clothes I found on the bed as Joel finished the chair.

“This won’t be a fashion statement, Joel,” I chuckled.

There were some dresses, sweats, gloves, and a veil on the bed, along with a big old hat I used for a play, set in the Victorian time, at school. Joel stood before me and let me dress him up. If the situation wasn’t this bad, it would’ve been hilarious. Joel was dressed with a lot of layers. The old hat pulled tightly over his head and the veil in front of his face. As I was starting to tape the sweater’s arms and pants legs shut with some scotch tape, I noticed he was trembling.

”Nervous?” I asked.

”Yeah,” he honestly said, looking down at me.

”Me too. But I think you’re good to go this way,” I said as I cut off the last piece of Scotch tape.

I hardly recognized my brother. I didn’t see any exposed skin anymore, and at the point where two pieces of his clothing met, it was taped shut.

”Okay. One more time, ” Joel started. ”You open the door and let me through. I take the chair and the stuff we don’t need in here with me and ditch it near the couch. The moment I’m out the door, you close it.”

”I know I have to, but I hate it!” I said.

”Me too. But that’s the only way you’re relatively safe. I’ll make sure to keep talking, so you’ll know what I’m doing and where I am. After I get the first batch?” he asked.

”I open the door long enough for you to drop the stuff inside the room and immediately go back for run two. In the meantime, I’ll make sure you can do the same with the other two batches.”

”Right. Just checking. Fuck! This outfit sure is hot…” he said, and I could see some sweat on his upper lip. ”The moment I drop the last big batch just outside the door, you open the door, and then we’re done.”

”I’ll make sure to close the door right behind you and seal off the openings with the duck tape you brought during the first run, starting with the keyhole.”

”Great! Pfff. Okay. Here we go. You ready?” Joel asked, taking a deep breath and looking really nervous.

”No. But we have to do this. The sooner, the better, ” I said and awkwardly hugged Joel.
Joel had the chair in front of him and stood in a starting position. I took the doorknob in my hand and looked at Joel, who nodded at me.

”Three, two, one, GO!”

I opened the door and closed it right behind Joel. As he promised, he kept talking to me. It was all really stressful, but my confidence in a good result grew after the third run. He would just be putting stuff outside my room on the last run, so it was closeby. This was just a precaution but could come in handy later on. As soon as Joel said he was ready, I opened the door. Joel practically ran inside. I slammed the door shut and immediately taped up all the gaps and holes. We did it. We were both safe inside my room and had all the necessary stuff to last for about two weeks.

“We did it!” Joel panted.

“Yes, you did!” I said and hugged him, extremely glad he was okay.

“We Mia. WE did it,” He laughed and hugged me back. “Can you please help me out of this ridiculous outfit? I’m almost burning up in here.”

I helped Joel with his hat and gloves. After he had regained his fingers’ use, he started working on getting the tape from his sleeves. I did the same, only I was working on his ankles. As Joel was pulling up his shirts and dresses, I was done with his ankles and helped him out with his pants. He was wearing two levels of sweatpants, which must’ve been pretty hot. As I slid down Joel’s outer layer pants, I noticed the second pair of sweats, which were mine, slide down too. This was fine with me. I’ve seen Joel in his underwear lots of times. And since I noticed his maleness recently, a part of me wanted to see him this way. So I continued sliding his pants down to help him cool off a bit.

“Whoa!” I heard Joel say.

My face was inches away from his groin, and at the moment Joel said it, I noticed his boxers were coming down with the pants. I was looking at a small patch of black pubic hair and, more importantly, the base of my brother’s penis. I couldn’t help but stare at it. It looked magnificent to me, even if I was only looking at a tiny bit of it.

“Uhm. Sorry,” I managed and reluctantly pulled his boxers up at his hips.

I held his boxers in place with my left hand as my right continued pulling his pants down. My face was still at crotch level, and as Joel stepped out of his pants, I just had to check out his bulge. I couldn’t see too much, but I could clearly see the rim of his dickhead, and it wasn’t hard to make out where his balls were. This was getting a bit weird, but I just couldn’t help it.

“Ahhh!” Joel said as he stretched. “Fresh air! Do you mind if I stay like this for a while?”

“Of course not.”

“Thanks. I need to cool off a bit,” he said and dried his wet hair with a towel I had lying around.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you like this before,” I said. “And besides, you’ve got a nice body to look at,” I softly added.

Joel cocked an eyebrow as he looked at me but didn’t say anything. He sat down on the edge of my bed and looked at all the stuff in my room now. My room wasn’t small, but not too big either. I guess it was pretty average. It was a square room, with a window on one side, opposite to the door. With eleven by ten feet, it was the biggest bedroom in the house. My bed was against the wall between Joel’s room and mine. The other wall was the wall separating the bathroom from my room and had the sink on it. This was also the wall we decided to enforce by putting sheeting against it.

“I’m pretty hungry,” Joel said, looking me in my eyes. “Aren’t you?”

It wasn’t uncommon for us to have just one meal per day. I didn’t notice yet I was hungry, but now that Joel pointed it out, I felt like I was starving. We woke up early, but because of all the planning, checking, and making sure we’d be safe, it was already way past noon.

“Yeah. I guess I am,” I said. “But first, we’ll have to check and categorize everything to make sure we’ve got it all. And we have to make sure we eat the fresh stuff first. It won’t be fresh for very long in here.”

I checked the stuff Joel brought, and Joel wrote it all down for me. The shocking truth was that we didn’t have enough food for weeks. If we planned it right, we’d last a week and a half. Tops.

“Well… That’s a bummer,” Joel said after we figured out what went wrong. “At least we’ve got lots of dog food, just no dog. Or a cat for the twenty cans of cat food.”

Despite the difficult situation, this made me giggle. Joel always found a way to keep it light, no matter what.

“Well, maybe these bugs are gone tomorrow. Then we can go out and loot other houses.”

“You’re right. A lot of empty houses now. We can go and feed the dog while the owner is gone,” he chuckled.

“You know what I mean, silly! I’ll make us something to eat. You deserved it.”

“Thanks…”

After we ate our lunch, we started to work on the wall. Sealing it off with the plastic sheeting took us way longer than we expected. But eventually, we made it work. We didn’t have enough plastic to do the entire room, but Joel was right when he said we’d probably suffocate if we did every wall this way.

Working beside Joel in his underwear was quite distracting. Especially at the moments where I had to work at the bottom of the sheet, and he was reaching up high. I couldn’t keep my eyes from his pecs and the bulge in his underwear. I knew we were in a pretty dangerous situation. I mean, the world was practically coming to an end. But despite all that, I just had to check out my brother’s body. I felt both silly and horny at the same time. Maybe it was because of the ‘It’s all going to hell’ vibe I was feeling and that I had some deep, primal need to get laid. According to my vagina, I did as it was getting wetter by the minute.

It was already dark when we were done. It was mid-November, so I guessed it to be around six pm. I made us another sandwich to eat, which we were currently doing side-by-side on my bed, both scrolling through our phones.

“The world is going to shit, but thank god for WiFi!” Joel said sarcastically as he swiped through tons of videos of dying people.

“How long do you think we’ll have stuff like electricity, water, and internet?”

“Dunno. But as long as we have electricity, we need to make sure everything is charged for a hundred percent, don’t you think?”

“The videos are drying up. Did you notice?” I asked Joel.

“I did. But I didn’t see any video where people are pointing out that the bugs are the cause,” Joel said seriously

“Should we make such a video?”

“Nah. No one will see this anymore. The way I see it, more than ninety percent of the world is dead by now,” Joel said gloomily.

“No, silly! I’m sure a lot of people are hiding like us.”

“Didn’t you see The Walking Dead? Or World War Z, or any of the other disaster movies?”

“I did,” I said. “But these are movies and books. This is real. And I refuse to believe that we’re about the only people left in the world.” I kept pressing, hoping to cheer Joel up.

“I hope you’re right,” he said. And as he looked me in the eyes, he started smiling. “I’m so glad I’m with you! You always know how to cheer me up.”

“Well… Here’s a buzzkill,” I said, realizing we had to talk about it. “What do we do with dad?”

“I thought about that too. And I honestly don’t know. We can’t bury him or something, but it feels weird to just let him lie there, you know?”

“I know. And we would have to get into a room where there’s a bug flying around. I’m not too fond of that either.” I said with a chill going down my spine.

“Wanna hear another buzzkill?” Joel asked, and I could see goosebumps on his chest.

“Shoot!” I said, afraid of what was coming.

“His body will start to decompose in a few days. That smell won’t be pretty.”

“Fuck! I didn’t think of that. You’re right.”

“But then again,” Joel continued, “all these dead bodies everywhere will do the same. I guess we’ll just have to get used to that.”

“Jesus. It’s a good thing I just finished my sandwich,” I said.

“Yeah. Me too,” Joel giggled.

I could see the morbid humor in it too. Maybe it was the tension of the day needing a way out, but I started laughing really hard, and as I laughed, Joel’s giggle turned into a full-blown laugh too. It was weird to laugh in this situation, but it was also very comforting to laugh out loud with my brother. We looked at each other, and I could see some tears rolling down Joel’s cheek.

“You okay?” I asked, my laughter dying down a bit.

“I’m fine. I don’t know why I’m laughing this hard,” he said.

After we were done laughing, we rechecked our phones. I started playing a game to get my mind off things. Approximately an hour later, I heard Joel yawn beside me. I checked the time, and even though it wasn’t even remotely close to our bedtime, I felt the energy flow out of me.

“I’m getting tired. Mind if we turn in?” I asked and handed my phone to Joel.

“Nah. I’m tired too,” he said and plugged both our phones in the chargers.

I got up and walked to my closet, where I’d left my tank top. I was still a bit worked-up after the session with Joel, so I decided to tease him a bit. I stood with my back to Joel and lifted my shirt. Next, I dropped my pants and turned sideways to put my pants on the boxes standing there. I pretended that there was something very interesting lying on that box, so I would remain sideways. I unclasped my bra and put it down on my pants. The way I was standing, Joel could see the complete side of my boob. And since I was only wearing my panties, he could see pretty much everything there was to see. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure if he could see my nipple this way, so I turned a tiny bit more toward him. The small gasp I heard from the bed was enough. I stretched it a few seconds more and then put my top on.

I walked back to the bed and looked at Joel’s flushed face. In the corner of my eye, I noticed the tent in his boxers.

“Good. He definitely saw me,” I thought, time to tease him some more.

I decided to only wear my tank top and panties this time because I was feeling hot last night, and this way, I could feel Joel’s boner way better when he pressed it against me than with the pants in the way.

“I’m first, remember?” I asked as Joel didn’t move.

“Uhh. Right,” he said, still blushing.

I knew he couldn’t get up without showing me his obvious boner, but hey! I was in a teasing mood. Joel got up from the bed, and it was impossible to miss the tent in his underwear. But I decided to pretend I didn’t notice and crawled into the bed. Joel was right behind me, so I couldn’t look at him standing beside the bed.

I cuddled up against Joel the same way we did last night. I draped my leg over his and felt my pussy pressing against his upper leg. I had to restrain myself not to grind against him. This was a bit difficult, so I decided to start talking and take my mind off it.

“How bad do you think it really is?” I asked.

“It’s bad. Believe me. I saw videos and pics from all over the world. It’s the same everywhere. I even saw a video of the same type of hole as in Brazil, only somewhere in China.”

“But what is it? What’s causing these holes?”

“Good question. Aliens? Some underground plague lingering for years and awoken by these loggers? Wrath of God? You tell me.”

“I can’t. That’s why I’m asking you,” I giggled. ”Are we gonna be okay?” I added more seriously.

“Honestly?” he asked and kissed me on my forehead.

“Honestly. I know you’ve got just as much information as I do, but hearing it from you makes me feel more comfortable.”

“I honestly think that in a few weeks, the threat from the bugs is less. I can’t see them living much longer than that. Every animal on the planet with about the same specs won’t live longer than a few weeks. If it is alien, but it doesn’t seem like that, this theory is gone. But I think the biggest problem will be the few other people alive. food will run out, and it will become a jungle out there. So that’s why I think we need to stay here for as long as we can. That way, we’ll have an advantage over these people since we’re still relatively fresh by then.”

“Oh,” I responded. “You really thought this through, didn’t you?”

“Well… Yeah. I did. Sorry?” Joel said.

“Don’t be. I’m glad you did. I guess the most important thing to do now is to stay together and try not to irritate the other one. We need each other badly. I mean, we both have our skills. Right?”

“We sure do. You’ve got the looks, and I have the brains. A golden couple!” Joel said and started laughing.

I playfully punched him on his chest but couldn’t help it and laughed too.

“Will you please hold me, Joel?” I asked and turned over to my other side.

Joel got the idea and draped his arm over me as he spooned me again like this morning. His boner was gone by now, but I could clearly feel his soft penis pressing against my butt. His hand brushed the underside of my boob again, and I couldn’t imagine Joel doing this accidentally. But I didn’t mind it either. The combination of his penis against my butt and him touching my boob was extremely comforting, and I never felt this safe before.

We were lying like this for a few minutes, and I just had to do something about my wet pussy. Showing off to Joel had severely increased my level of arousal instead of bringing it down. It was stupid of me to think it would help me. So I decided to slip my hand inside my panties and press my index finger against my clit. The movement stirred Joel, but he quickly put his arm back where it was before.

“Goodnight, Mia,” he whispered.

“Night,” I whispered back.

But despite the fatigue I felt earlier, I knew I couldn’t sleep yet. I just had to do something. I figured Joel would sleep soon, and by making tiny movements with my finger against my clit, I would orgasm quickly. Since Joel’s a sound sleeper, he probably wouldn’t notice. As I waited for Joel to drift off, I made the tiniest movements so he wouldn’t notice. After a few minutes of this, I felt Joel’s penis hardening against me. Was it normal to get hard when he fell asleep?

“Are you, um… rubbing yourself, Mia?” he whispered in my ear.

That explained his boner. I felt foolish for starting while he didn’t sleep yet. So I immediately stopped and slipped my hand out of my panties.

“No!” I replied defensively. “I had an itch.”

“It’s okay if you are,” he continued. “I really need to get off too, you know?”

That surprised me big time. I already established for myself that Joel was a male beside a brother. And the boner incident this morning fitted in that picture perfectly. But my brother beating off? No. That never crossed my mind strangely enough.

“You do?” I asked, turning on my back and looking at Joel.

“Oh! You have no idea!” he said with his face inches from mine. “The night before this all went down, I was too tired and figured I’d do it in the shower the day after. I didn’t have a chance to jack off in the shower yesterday because our dad called me. And after my shower, I had to sleep with you so I couldn’t do it either. So, yeah. I need it a lot too!”

“I, em…” I said, a bit blown away by his honesty.

“If we both lay on our backs, I think we can manage. Our sides and legs will be touching, but other than that, we’d be doing our own thing. Don’t you think?”

I needed a moment to let it sink in. Was this an invitation to masturbate together? Did I WANT to do it together? All sorts of emotions and thoughts flew through my head, but the most prominent one was the voice inside, screaming at me to do something about that itch between my legs.

“I don’t know, Joel. It’s a bit awkward, don’t you think?” I tried one last time.

“Maybe. But just for a moment, I guess. And I’ll have to do it sometime. I can’t possibly handle not cumming for a few weeks. I’ll go nuts!” he chuckled.

“Okay then. I guess. At least we don’t have to pretend we’re doing something else. And you’re right. Eventually, I just HAVE to do it, and privacy is something we’ve lost in here. How do we start this?”

“Em… I think it’s best to just start with it. I guess,” Joel said. “Do you mind if I take off my underwear?”

“No. I like it better that way too, so I’ll do it too. Just don’t pull the blankets away, okay?” I asked, all of a sudden feeling insecure about my body.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Joel said, moving around under the blanket.

After the movement stopped, I heard the sound of his boxers hitting the floor. I took off my panties too and laid them by my pillow. I didn’t want to take off my tank top, which I usually did when I masturbated, so I could play with my nipples.

“Ready?” Joel asked, and I could feel him moving under the blanket.

I just nodded and slipped my finger over my clit. I couldn’t suppress a moan as I did this. I looked to my right and saw the blanket moving where Joel’s crotch was. Our bodies were touching at our sides, but this didn’t bother me at all. Since I was right-handed, my elbow was lying on Joel’s body, and this way, I could feel Joel’s movements and the heat of his body. We were getting into a nice rhythm, and after a few minutes of silently masturbating next to each other, I looked at Joel’s face. He had his eyes closed, and his mouth was slightly open. The blanket had come down a bit, and the better part of his chest was exposed. I realized how much I liked to look at my brother and felt the pressure build-up in my pussy.

“Ohhh… This is nice,” I moaned.

“Ahhh… Yeah! Oh boy…” Joel responded. “Are you almost done?” he panted.

“I’m, ohhh, yeah. Almost. Why?”

I felt Joel stopped moving beside me, and I looked at his face.

“What?” I groaned but didn’t stop massaging my clit.

“I’m almost there,” Joel kept panting. “I want us to come close together.”

“AHHH!! Then you better start jerking now! Ohhh,” I moaned, feeling my orgasm approaching rapidly.

Joel’s hand moved again, and it appeared he was moving faster than he did before.

“OHHH! JOEL!” I managed to say as my whole body stiffened and my orgasm washed over me.

“MMMNGNG!!” I heard him groan at practically the same time, and he stopped moving too.

After we laid there quietly for a few minutes and I could think again, I realized how well this went. It wasn’t awkward at all. In fact, the closeness of another person added a whole new level to it.

“Fuck! I really needed that. Thanks for this, Mia,” Joel said, still a little out of breath.

“Don’t worry about it. I really needed that too,” I responded. “The world is going to shit, but thank God for orgasms,” I said and started giggling.

Joel giggled too and kissed me on my cheek.

“Turn to the wall for a moment, please,” he said. “I need to clean up.”

I was a bit confused at first, but then I realized he must’ve been covered with his cum. So I turned and faced the wall as Joel moved beside me. After a few seconds, he stopped.

“Okay. I’m done.”

I turned to my back and looked at my brother in his eyes.

“Thanks for persuading me. I feared this was going to be awkward, but I was wrong.”

“I hear you. I was afraid of it too, but I actually liked it better than doing it by myself,” he said, and I could see him blush.

I yawned again and felt really tired now.

“Let’s sleep, okay?” I said and cuddled up against my brother.

“Wanna turn over?” he asked.

“Nah. Later maybe. Now I just wanna sleep.”

“Mia?”

“Yes?”

“You didn’t put your panties back on, did you?”

“No. You didn’t put your underwear back on either, right?”

“Didn’t feel like it,” he softly said as if he was already falling asleep.

“Night,” I whispered.

I couldn’t help it and ground my naked pussy against my brother’s leg once. Joel didn’t respond, but I liked how the bare flesh of his leg felt against my pussy. I did it just once as I felt myself drift off quickly and was soon out like a light.

End of Chapter five

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Smoky Mountains – Chapter 4

Bi, Incest, Lesbian, Siblings, Straight, Teens |

Smoky Mountains
by
Jason Crow

Chapter 4 – Panic
Day 2.

“Let’s do it together, Mia,” Brandi said to me.

“Are you crazy? What if someone sees us?” I asked, surprised.

“Don’t worry! No one will see us. And if Jake comes home from school, we’ll have plenty of time to put our tops back on,” Brandi insisted.

We were lounging by the big, above-ground swimming pool at Brandi’s house. Brandi lived in a slightly better part of town, and she even had a fence to shield us from prying eyes. We just came out of the pool and were sitting in the sun, so we would get dry and tan at the same time. Brandi’s top had moved during a bit of roughhousing in the pool, and she had a classical nipple-slip. She quickly corrected it, but it got her talking about lying topless in the sun. Brandi always was a bit of a daredevil. Especially compared to me.

“Then I’ll just do it by myself then,” she suddenly said, and before I knew it, I was staring at my best friend’s breasts.

“You’re crazy,” I said but was tempted to do it too.

Brandi was thirteen, almost fourteen like me, and already had a nice rack. I guessed them to be a big B-cup, as opposed to my A-cup. But I was rapidly growing in the boob department, and pretty soon, I’d be needing a B-cup too. This wasn’t the first time I saw her boobs. We showered together after gym class and at sleepovers, she wasn’t exactly shy either.

“Ahh… This is nice,” Brandi said and jiggled her breasts a bit as she sat back in the chair.

I wasn’t easily manipulated, and nothing that Brandi could say would persuade me to do it too. But the idea of sitting topless with my best friend in a semi-open place was just too naughty to say no to.

“Okay. Let’s do this,” I said and unclasped my bikini top and put it next to me on the ground.

“You go, girl!” Brandi said and started laughing.

“You’re right! This is nice!” I smiled at Brandi, whose eyes were focused on my chest.

“You’ve grown a bit, didn’t you?” she asked.

“Yeah. I think I did,” I said, looking down at my boobs. “My bras are getting too small, and I don’t think that’s because of a shrinking bra,” I giggled.

“We need to put on some sunscreen. I don’t want sunburned tits,” Brandi said.

“Me neither. You’ve got some?”

Brandi sat up straight, faced me, and pulled a bottle of sunscreen out of nowhere. She sprayed some on her boobs and sensually started spreading it all around her chest. I saw her nipples harden as she moved her hands over them. All the time, Brandi kept looking at me with an extremely horny look on her face.

“Want me to do you too?” she hoarsely asked, scooted over to my chair, and sat down next to me.

I couldn’t say anything and just nodded. The moment I felt her hands on my boobs, my pussy immediately went from moist to dripping wet. My nipples were already hard from the show Brandi gave me but were now rock-hard to the point they almost hurt. As she was massaging my boobs, she leaned over and kissed me hard on my mouth. Moments later, I felt her tongue entering my mouth, and we started Frenching quite hardcore.

One of her hands slowly left my boob and inched its way down to my bikini bottom. The moment she reached the waistband, Brandi didn’t hesitate and slipped her hand inside. Her middle finger slid between the folds of my pussy, rubbing at my clit a little. But it was clear she was aiming for another goal. Her hand went down further, but she constantly kept pressing against my clit, which felt amazing. The moment she reached her destination, her finger went inside me in one swift motion.

I was constantly moaning inside her mouth, and the moment she entered me, I moaned even louder. But I couldn’t get my moan out of my mouth the way I usually could. It was as if something was holding me back. I couldn’t quite place it. Brandi just kept on fingering me and massaging my boobs.

“Having fun, girls?” I heard beside me.

I opened my eyes, and there was Jake, Brandi’s seventeen-year-old brother. He was topless and only wearing a short and very tight pair of cut-off jeans. His huge boner was clearly visible in these tight pants. Brandi and I broke our kiss, and both looked at him. He looked so strong and handsome standing there, and he started to rub his boner through his pants.

“Yeah, we are,” Brandi said. “Care to join us?”

All of a sudden, he was naked, and Brandi had started sucking on his dick. I was dumbfounded by what I was looking at, but at the same time, I felt an extreme urge to join her, so I got up from my chair to crawl over to join them when I stumbled and fell.

I don’t know what woke me. I felt my heart beating fast inside my chest and was horny as hell. It took me a moment to realize where I was. I was feeling hot, but I was in my room judging by the wallpaper I was looking at. Soon enough, it dawned on me that Joel was lying in bed with me. After we dozed off, we apparently turned over. I didn’t remember doing so, but that was why I was feeling warmer than usual. He was spooning me and had his arm draped over me. His hand was lightly touching the underside of my left boob. Judging by Joel’s breathing, he was sound asleep.

I pressed my legs together to relieve a bit of the pressure that had built up after my sexy dream. I closed my eyes and wanted to sleep some more when I noticed something hard pressing against my butt. I wasn’t fully awake yet, so it took a moment to realize what this was. The moment I did, I was fully awake. Up until this afternoon, Joel was just my brother. But seeing him shirtless today had sparked something in me. He wasn’t only my brother. He was also a male with everything that comes with that. The last memory I had about my brother’s penis was when we were four or five years old and still took a bath together. Back then, it was just a tiny wienie that I didn’t find interesting. We were just having fun in the bathtub, that was all.

I pressed my butt against his boner to see if I could get a better mental picture of it. The moment I did this, Joel moaned. I couldn’t help myself and giggled a bit. My upper body moved a bit because of my giggle, which caused Joel’s hand to fully land on my boob. That was a bit unexpected but felt lovely, and I could feel my now hard nipple poke the palm of his hand through my tank top. I rubbed my butt at him again and was rewarded with another moan. It did feel big to me, but the hardness of it impressed me even more.

At that moment, I heard a phone buzz on my nightstand. I also realized there was a lot of noise outside our house, way more noise than usual in the middle of the night. A second later, a phone buzzed again. And again. Outside there were screams, and I heard a few police cars race by with their sirens and lights on full alert. I was starting to feel a little anxious, and the moment our two phones started buzzing together, I decided to wake Joel. I gently lifted his hand away from my breast. I felt him stir behind me the moment I did this, and he pressed his boner hard against my butt. I started turning around to save him from humiliation, although I wasn’t too concerned with that right now.

“Joel?” I said and could hear the anxiety in my voice.

“What?” Joel said, not fully awake yet.

“I think there’s something wrong,” I said, reaching for my phone.

“What time is it?” he asked and took my phone to give it to me, so I wouldn’t have to crawl over him to get it.

“I don’t know. But there’s a lot of noise outside, and our phones keep on buzzing.”

I looked at my phone and had over a hundred missed posts on Facebook, TikTok, and WhatsApp. Almost every social media app I owned. Joel got out of bed, walked to my window, moved the curtain a bit out of the way, and looked outside. I couldn’t help myself and checked out the tent in his underwear. The way he was standing now, it looked huge. Guessing sizes wasn’t my strong suit, but I estimated it to be at least five inches. As he looked out the window, I saw it deflating quickly and started checking the missed messages.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but it seems dad was right. People are looting and rioting, as far as I can see. Damn!” Joel said softly.

Joel closed the curtains and came back to bed. I was scrolling through the posts and was shocked at what I saw. A lot of clips showed people screaming at the top of their lungs and falling to the ground. The moment they hit the ground, they stopped moving. There were also some clips of people checking if they could do anything, but they quickly concluded they were too late and that the people on the ground were dead, just like that.

There were literally hundreds of these movie clips. And the further I scrolled down my timeline, the more people were lying dead in the streets.

“Fucking hell!” Joel said beside me.

“What’s going on, Joel?” I asked, totally freaked out by now.

“I don’t know, Mia. But this is fucked up!”

“These people are dying as if it’s nothing. What’s killing them?”

“Just a sec,” Joel said and looked concentrated at his phone.

I kept on scrolling through the videos I received. One of them showed the big hole in Brazil as black smoke started coming out of it. But most of them were videos of dying people. Sometimes it was a random video where someone talked into the camera, started shouting, and just died. Other videos were of people looting and rioting where they died one by one. It was complete chaos.

“They are just dying randomly,” I said to Joel, who was still fiddling with his phone.

“Uh-huh,” he responded, obviously not paying attention to what I said.

“Joel!”

“What!?” he asked, annoyed but kept his eyes on his phone.

“People are dying randomly! What if we’re next?”

“We’re not going to die. Just give me a sec. I want to check something,” he said, and he scrolled, pinched, and zoomed through his pictures and videos.

I got out of bed and walked over to the window. I peeked through the curtains, and I could see dead people lying on our street. On OUR street! And Joel just kept looking at his phone. I wanted to go to the living room and see if I could see more from there, or maybe get a glass of water or something, anything to get my mind off this crazy situation. The moment my hand went to the door, Joel stood up and stepped in front of the door.

“Don’t, Mia. Stay here. I think I found something,” he said and sat back on the edge of my bed.

“Look,” he said and held the phone, so I could look too.“

On his screen was a close-up selfie video of a girl I recognized from Joel’s class. She was talking into the camera about how scared she was. All of a sudden, she started screaming, her phone dropped, and the picture went black. Joel began to rewind the video to the point just before she started screaming.

“See?”

“What is there to see?” I asked, not knowing where to look at.

“In her neck,” Joel said and pinched his phone, so he zoomed in.

Now I could clearly see it. There was a small black spot on her neck. The moment Joel pressed play again, the girl started screaming, and the black spot flew away.

“It looks like some bug bite is killing all these people,” he said thoughtfully. “I checked out some other videos and pics, and if you look closely enough, there is always a bug on their body before they start screaming.”

This was typical for Joel. He’s the king of detail and always saw what a lot of other people missed. It was almost impossible to see, but Joel noticed. And if it was true, which it most probably was, we were in some serious trouble.

“I just don’t know yet where they came from so suddenly.”

I checked my phone and immediately found the video from the Brazilian hole. I showed it to Joel, and the worried look on his face got even worse.

“Up until now, I thought it was smoke,” I said. “But seeing this, I’m afraid that’s where the bugs are coming from.”

“Fuck. You’re right. We need to…”

At that moment, we heard our dad scream from the other bedroom. We looked at each other, and all the color had washed from Joel’s face. I jumped to my feet and went for the door. Joel jumped up too but grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back.

“Don’t!” he said with tears in his eyes.

“But… that’s dad!!” I screamed.

“He’s…” Joel started but couldn’t talk anymore as he started crying.

I stared at Joel for a few moments, trying to digest all this. Seconds later, I realized he was right. In all the videos we saw up until now, people that screamed like this were instantly dead. I couldn’t help our dad, no matter how much I wanted it. At that moment, it really landed that Joel was right, and I threw my arms around him, buried my face in his neck, and started crying harder than I ever cried before. Joel wrapped his arms around me too and was also crying his eyes out.

I don’t know how long we stood there in my room crying together. Joel broke the hug and looked down at me. His eyes were swollen and red from his crying, and I must’ve looked pretty bad too.

“We need to make sure we’re safe,” he said, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Your room is the best in the house. I don’t think there are any holes in here. Our living room has this worn-down ventilation system, and my room has a hole in the window. I think that’s how…“ and he stopped talking, swallowing audibly.

I felt I was tearing up again too, and I lay my head on my brother’s chest and hugged him. There wasn’t anything even remotely sexual about this, but feeling his muscles against my cheek felt incredibly comforting. Joel cleared his throat and started talking again.

”We need to fortify this place and make sure we can live here for at least a few weeks. I don’t know how long these bugs will be around, but we need to be prepared for the worst.”

”But… How do you want to do this? We can’t go out of this room, ” I worriedly said.

We stopped hugging, and Joel opened my closet. He stood there looking at my clothes, and I had no idea what he was thinking.

“If I wear enough clothes and make sure that no body parts are uncovered, I think I can go into the living room.”

“Are you crazy?” I responded, not wanting to lose my brother.

“No. Of course not. But if we just stay here, we’ll die too. So, either way, we have to do something.”

“But…” I tried.

I couldn’t find the words I needed to stop him. And after a bit of thinking, I knew he was right.

“You’re not going outside, are you?” I asked him.

“No! Way too dangerous! But we’ve got a lot of stuff in our living room and kitchen that we can use. We just need to make a list together of stuff that we need in here.” Joel said and started putting on his clothes. As he pulled up his pants, he turned his back to me to let me get dressed too. After I put on my bra and t-shirt, I turned around. Joel was looking at my desk and picked up a pen and a piece of paper. I dropped my sweats, pulled up my pants, and joined Joel at my desk.

“Now. What do we need, Mia?” He asked.

End of Chapter four

Copyright 2021 – Jason Crow
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Smoky Mountains – Chapter 1

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Smoky Mountains
by
Jason Crow

Chapter 1 – Curiosity

Day 1.
Location: Close to Great Smoky Mountains National Park, NC
Date: November 14th, somewhere in the near future.

I read the news today, oh boy. This was bad. In the middle of the Brazilian Rainforest, a big logging company lost almost all their hardware and many people in a catastrophic accident. While they were logging, the ground crumbled away from under them, creating a near-perfect circle with a diameter of a little over thirty miles. The hole is about half a mile deep and visible with the naked eye from the International Space Station. Every TV station was broadcasting about it, and no one knew how or why this hole so suddenly appeared. There were already over four hundred counted fatalities, and two hundred people were missing. Still, no one expected them to be alive after the event.

I just woke up and was sitting in our kitchen in my bathrobe, drinking a cappuccino and digesting all this. My boyfriend Robert’s niece and nephew were staying with us, so sitting naked, as I usually did, wasn’t an option now. Their school had some weird vacation schedule, which meant they were free for almost two weeks now. Their mom reckoned it was a good idea to stay with Uncle Adam and Uncle Robert for a week during this school vacation. She figured Ellie and Ryan needed a male role model in their lives. By staying with us, they had two men for the price of one. And, which was probably the main reason, it gave her the opportunity to visit the Virgin Islands for a week-long holiday.

Robert was still in bed after he came home really late from work last night. I guessed Ellie was still in her bed, too, because that’s what almost all thirteen-year-old girls do on their holiday. I did hear some noise in the house and figured this was Ellie’s eleven-year-old brother Ryan. I hadn’t seen him yet but figured he’d appear soon enough. My first task was to shower, so I was ready to face the day. We planned to see a movie this afternoon. I promised Ryan that he could help me with a new prosthetic underarm after the movie. I was building this arm for a former navy-seal who lost his arm in combat. Ryan saw it in the workshop I have in the basement and called it the ‘Terminator hand.’ I had to admit it had a bit of a resemblance to it.

I polished off my cappuccino and headed to the bathroom. As I walked, I untied the knot of my bathrobe and opened the door. The moment I walked in, I stopped dead in my tracks. The glass door separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom was open, and in it was Ryan, who was drying his hair. His penis was stiff and pointing upward toward his belly. I guessed it to be a little over three inches, and it was wobbling with the movement of his body. I knew I had to look away, but it took me a great deal of effort to do so. I also realized my bathrobe hung open, and I was on display too. I quickly closed it and gently cleared my throat. Ryan quickly dropped the towel in front of his dick and blushed as he looked at me. I decided to act as if I hadn’t seen anything, so he wouldn’t feel awkward.

“Morning, Ryan,” I said.

“Morning, Uncle Adam. Did I wake you?” he asked, avoiding the elephant in the room too.

“A bit short, but yeah. Not too bad. You?”

“It was good. It’s really quiet outside here. Way quieter than at our place.”

“Yeah. Well. That’s the advantage of living in the sticks. But why are you in our shower? I didn’t expect you here. Otherwise, I would’ve knocked, of course.”

“The drain in our shower is clogged. Uncle Robert said we could use this shower until it’s fixed.”

“Great! We’re living in a four-and-a-half million dollar house, and we still have all sorts of issues,” I said, a bit annoyed. “Not that I mind you showering here, Ryan. It’s just that there seems to be something that needs to be fixed in this house every month.”

“It’s not like you can’t afford it,” he giggled, still holding the towel in front of him.

He was right. Robert and I met in med school, but neither of us became a doctor. After med school, I went to Stanford to get my degree in robotics. After I graduated, I got a great job creating advanced prosthetics for people missing a limb or who had another reason to wear them. By now, I was the CTO of the company and made a little over 200K a year. I loved my job dearly, but I missed the hands-on work with robotics, so I created my own workshop in the basement. This way, I stayed in touch with the technology I loved so much.

Robert, on the other hand, went to work at a big pharmaceutical company. He started at the bottom but quickly worked his way up and made even more money than I did. The house we currently lived in was owned by his company, and we could live in it for free.

The house is a very modern, Tony Stark-ish, huge house. Loads of glass, concrete, and wood, and very minimalistic in its design. Despite it being so trendy, it blended in with the forest beautifully. The roof was filled with solar panels, and in the back of our lot, we had two wind turbines. This combination made us completely energy-independent and gave us a low carbon footprint. It didn’t matter to me much. But to Robert, this was an essential feature of our house.

The house was built in the middle of a piece of land that spanned almost 40 acres. On the other side of the fence at the back of our land, the Great Smoky Mountains National Park started. Talking about location! There was a fence all around our land, and we had to drive down a long driveway before we could park our cars under the house. Ryan always called our home the modern Wayne Manor and insisted on seeing the Batcave at least once. We didn’t have security guards or a fancy video surveillance system to protect the compound. We didn’t need it out here. It was a fifteen-minute drive to our nearest neighbors, a small housing estate, so we didn’t get many visitors. The house itself was equipped with a state-of-the-art security system, but it never once went off in the four years we lived here now. Despite the remoteness of our home, I felt completely safe here.

“I’ll come back when you’re ready. Just call me, okay?” I said to Ryan and started to turn around.

“Uncle Adam?” Ryan softly said.

“What is it, sport?” I asked as I turned back and looked at him.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked, looking at the ground and his blush spread out all over the upper part of his chest.

“Sure you can. You know you can ask me anything. Even the weird stuff about me being gay,” I giggled, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

“I Uhm. I get a lot of stiffies lately,” he started. “And I heard some boys in school talking about mixturbating to ‘release the pressure’ as they say it. Is that true? Does it help?”

Wow. I did not see that one coming. Robert’s sister always was a bit, let’s say, different. She didn’t want a relationship because that would slow her down too much. But she did want kids. Go figure. So she went to the sperm bank, got herself inseminated twice, and raised these amazing kids all by herself. The downside was that there wasn’t a male in their life to talk to about this stuff. I was deeply touched by the fact that he confided in me to talk to. So I decided to help him with whatever he needed.

“Well. Yes. It helps. It helps a lot, actually. It’s called masturbating, by the way, and when you do it right, it takes off the pressure for sure,” I honestly answered.

“Do you do it?”

“It’s a kind of a personal question. But yes, I do. Not too much nowadays, because I have regular sex with your Uncle Robert. But sometimes I still do it anyway, because of the nice feelings. When I was younger, I had periods in my life when I did it two or three times a day,” I said, laughing.

“Isn’t it bad? Won’t it hurt your penis? Isn’t there only so many times you can do this in your life? And if you do it too often, you can’t get kids anymore?”

“Whoa, sport! Relax. There’s nothing wrong with masturbating. As long as you do it privately and no one can see it and be offended by it, you’re good. No matter how often you spank it.”

“But… I don’t know how to… spank it,” Ryan softly said, looking down again.

“Don’t they teach this stuff in school? Or can’t you find anything online?” I asked, sensing where the conversation was going.

“They won’t teach this stuff in our school anymore. It isn’t Christian as they say it. And with the content filter my mom installed on our phones, I can’t even find a decent pair of boobs to look at online,” he said with a bit of annoyance in his voice.

“I see,” I simply said, not knowing how to respond.

“Can’t you show me or tell me how it’s done?” he asked, looking at me with puppy eyes no living human being could say no to.

Oh boy. There it was. I’d always been interested in younger boys. I even had a couple of encounters when I was younger. Usually, these boys were thirteen to fourteen years old and were great lovers, as I learned. They were eager to learn, keen to please, and had recovery times I can only dream of now. But Ryan was my nephew. Well, not technically, but close enough. But then again, he asked me in good faith, and I didn’t want to let him down or him to turn to some old perv showing him. But this kid just turned eleven! I could go to jail for this.

“Listen, Ryan. Of course, I can show you. But I can get into some serious trouble when people find out I did.”

“Oh,” he said, and his face turned sad as he looked at the ground. “I see.”

This almost broke my heart. He must’ve really had his hopes up to learn it from me. I already accidentally saw his erection, and he wasn’t a blabbermouth. So, what the heck!

“But if you can promise me to keep your mouth shut about it, I guess I can give you a few pointers.”

He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes to check if I was serious. As he looked at me and realized I wasn’t kidding, his face lit up. He almost started to glow and had a smile from ear to ear.

“Of course! I won’t tell anyone!”

“Not even to Uncle Robert, your mom, best friend. Do you understand? No one can know about this,” I pushed on.

“I promise! Not a soul will know about this,” he said, still smiling broadly.

“Okay. Let’s sit down on the bench, shall we?” I asked.

We walked over to the wooden bench Robert and I had placed near our sauna to undress or relax on. Our bathroom was more of a wellness room than a bathroom, and it was one of my favorite rooms in the house. I’m not a guy who likes to have sex in the sauna, but I did like the luxurious vibe this room added to our home. Ryan still kept the towel in front of him as he sat down next to me. I looked at him, and he suddenly seemed nervous and tiny.

“Nervous?” I asked gently, trying to put him at ease.

“Yeah.”

I had enough experience with boys to know how to read them a bit. There was the boy who needed to be pushed a little, the boy that took control himself, and everything in between. There also isn’t a playbook on how to start. Touch the boy, start with your own dick, or encourage the boy to begin together. It’s different every time. With Ryan, I knew not to push it. And I figured the best approach with him was to start together.

“Don’t be. Masturbating will be your new favorite pastime. I guarantee you,” I smiled at him.

This caused Ryan to start giggling too, and the nervousness seemed to vanish a bit. I was a bit turned on by the fact that I was going to jerk next to a young boy. I wasn’t fully hard yet but was already halfway there. I decided to open and shrugged off my bathrobe. Ryan’s eyes immediately went to my dick, which was a natural reaction. My cut dick wasn’t overly big. Erect, I was just above six inches. Luckily I was a shower instead of a grower, so soft I was almost five inches. I knew that in the eyes of an eleven-year-old boy, I looked huge. I shaved off all my body hair, and this made my dick look even more prominent.

“Wow,” Ryan whispered.

I placed my hand on top of his and looked at him.

“I’ll show you how it’s done, so you can mimic me, okay?”

“But… I’m not that big,” he shyly said.

“Don’t worry, sport. You’ll grow a lot when you get older. And honestly, size doesn’t matter,” I said, knowing all boys are insecure about their size when there’s a grown man next to them. “Ready to get started?”

Ryan didn’t respond. He looked at my dick again. He hesitated a second, took the towel from his lap, and laid it on the bench beside him. I looked at his dick, and it was fully erect. He was indeed a little over three inches, cut, and completely hairless, just like me.

“To be honest, you’re a bit big for your age. Back when I was eleven, I was a bit smaller. So nothing to worry about, sport,” I smiled and saw Ryan starting to smile too. “Now. Just take your penis in your hand like this.”

I gripped my dick and made sure he could see how I did this. He copied my action, his eyes focused on my dick. I slowly started moving up and down, expecting him to follow me, which he did.

“OW!” he said.

“Your grip is too firm. You need to loosen it a bit,” I said, suppressing a giggle.

I remember making this mistake when I was his age too, so it was sort of a deja-vu to me. Ryan looked at me with an uncertain look in his eyes. I let go of my own dick and reached out to Ryan’s.

“I can show you if you want,” I said, not touching his penis yet.

“Yes, please,” Ryan responded and looked a bit relieved.

I knew better than to just touch a boy, and asking for permission made it easier for both of us. By now, I was pretty worked-up already, so I had no problem at all with touching his dick. I reached out and took my little nephew’s dick in my hand. I heard Ryan moan a bit the moment I wrapped my fist around it. I loved his young, thin, but extremely hard dick in my hand. I slowly started moving my fist, electing another moan from Ryan.

“See?” I softly whispered as I jerked him. “This is how you spank it.”

“Hmmm. This is, ahhh,” Ryan responded with his eyes closed.

“You think you can do it?”

“I guess,” he replied but made no move to take over.

I was enjoying this too much to just let go, so I just kept going. Ryan’s moans increased as I kept jerking him. I felt a drop of precum oozing out of my dick and realized again how much I liked doing this stuff with young boys.

“Ohhh… Uncle Adam. Somethings happening!” he said with a bit of panic in his voice. “You need to stop!”

He started wiggling his butt to get away from my stroking hand.

“No, Ryan. You’re about to cum. Don’t worry. Just let the feeling wash over you. No worries,” I assured him and increased the speed a bit.
It didn’t take long for him to cum. This moment is what I always liked best with boys. Their first cum and the way they reacted to it. I kept stroking him and looked at his face. I saw his eyes cross, and his mouth hung open a bit. He was panting heavily, and the moment I felt his dick grow fatter in my hand, his whole body stiffened.

“AHHH!” He groaned and lifted his butt off the bench to meet my jerking hand.

I felt his penis kicking in my hand, but no sperm came out. This wasn’t a big surprise, considering his age. After the twitching died down a bit, he opened his eyes and looked at me.

“Wow. You’re right! I just discovered my new favorite pastime,” and he started giggling.

I sat up straight and giggled too. I loved this kid! He was open, funny, and kind-hearted. Too bad his mom was so strict on him. She wasn’t a man-hater nor a lesbian, but she preferred women above men. And it showed a bit on the way she treated Ryan.

“Don’t you need to spank it?” Ryan asked as he eyed my boner.

“Not necessarily. I can do it later.”

“Why won’t you do it now? Is it because of me? Because I don’t mind if you do it,” he pressed on.

“Do you want to see me do it?” I asked him, realizing he must be curious about how I did it.

“Well… Uhm…” he started.

I knew enough. I was pretty horny already and found it exciting to have an audience. Especially if it was a curious young boy. So I took my hard dick in my hand and went for it. As I felt the pressure slowly build in my balls, I kept looking at Ryan. He had his eyes glued to my dick and jerking hand. His own dick was still proudly sticking up from his groin.

“Why don’t you join me?” I hoarsely said, knowing the recovery capability he must have.

As if he snapped out of a trance, he tore his eyes from my dick and looked me in my eyes. He extended his hand and wrapped it around the base of my dick.
“Whoa, Ryan. I mean to join me jerking your own penis,” I said as I gently and a bit reluctantly took his hand away.

“Oh. Sorry,” he smiled and wrapped his hand around his dick.

As he clumsily started jerking himself, he focused on my dick again, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off his. Soon enough, he found himself a rhythm and started panting again.

“Oh, those younger days,” I thought to myself, feeling that familiar build-up in my balls.

I slowed down a bit to let Ryan catch up. But this action in front of me sure had its effect. Slowing down didn’t do much good, and before I knew it, I was approaching the point of no return.

“Ahh. Here I go,” I managed to say and leaned back a bit on the bench.

As I felt my balls contracting, I made sure I pointed my dick toward my belly. I didn’t want to freak Ryan out by splatting my cum on him. After the first spurt came out and landed on my chest, I heard Ryan gasp beside me. Knowing he was watching me intensely added an extra dimension to my orgasm. I came really hard, and at least seven spurts flew out of my dick.

As I came down a bit from this intense orgasm, I glanced over at Ryan, who had his eyes on my dick and belly, and he was stroking his dick really fast. His mouth was open, and his eyes had a bit of an unfocused look in them.

“Ohhh… I…” he gasped, and I could see him cumming again. That was impressive, even for an eleven-year-old.

After he came, he collapsed on the bench and laid his head against my shoulder, his dick still firmly in his hand.

“You okay, sport?” I asked after a few moments had passed.

“Yeah. This is amazing,” he said, still panting a bit.

“I know, right? I hope you’ll enjoy your new toy,” I laughed.

“Oh, don’t worry. I will!” and he laughed too. “Uncle Adam?”

“What is it, sport?”

“Is that sperm on your tummy?” he asked, extending his finger to touch it.

“Yes. That’s my sperm,” I replied, not stopping his hand.

“That’s what makes babies, doesn’t it?” he asked as his index finger dipped in a glob of cum.

“When it’s inside a fertile girl, it can create a baby. But when it’s on my chest, it’s just sticky stuff that I need to wash off,” I chuckled.

Ryan pressed his thumb and index finger together and was examining my sperm. I could see his dick was soft by now, and seeing it like this, made me realize how small he still was. I didn’t feel any regret for teaching him this, but I wanted it to end now. We needed to keep a bit of distance in our relationship, I reckoned.

“It’s weird,” he said.

“What is?”

“Sperm. It’s sticky and gooey,” he said, toying with my cum. “When will I make sperm, Uncle Adam?”

“Soon, sport. If you keep spanking it, it’ll probably be within a year. But it might as well be later. Or sooner. You’ll just have to wait. But until then, your spanking sessions won’t be messy. So, I wouldn’t mind it too much if I were you.”

“Thanks for showing me, Uncle Adam,” he said and gave me a very tight, very naked hug.

I felt his soft penis against my hip as I hugged him back tightly.

“I’ll go take a shower. Why don’t you get dressed and we’ll eat breakfast together after my shower. Okay?”

“Great!” he said and started putting on his clean boxers he had hung on the hook near the shower.

“Oh, and Ryan?”

“What is it?” he said and stood up straight.

“Not a word, remember?” I said sternly.

“Not a word. Promise!” he said, opened the door, and walked off to his room, giving me a nice view of his firm little boxer-clad butt.

End of Chapter one

Copyright 2021 – Jason Crow
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Okay. This is the fist chapter in may. Just to be clear: I’m not going to write something witty at the end of every chapter. But I can’t help it now. This is the start of a great journey. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

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“I don’t give a damn about my reputation! You’re living in the past, it’s a new…” Envy said to our mom.

“I don’t care what you two think of it. This is the end of it! You two are going to help me out here!” our mother said as she stamped out of my room.
My twin sister Envy and I were left speechless. Here we were. A boy and a girl just turned fourteen a week ago and we were ordered by our mom to join some stupid dress-up fundraiser.

“Well, this sucks ass,” Envy grumbled.

“Big-time,” I agreed. ”I already had other plans this Saturday. I guess I go and make some calls. Damn!”

“Were you invited to the party at Jason’s?” Envy asked.

“I was,” I said. “Thanks for reminding me. Jason only throws the best parties in town, so I’ll probably end up hearing all the juicy stories for three weeks.”

“I’m sorry, Zolo. I had plans with Luke. So I’m bummed out too.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Envy. It’s just that Sandra would come too. And from what I heard, she’s really into me and… AHHH,” I yelled out of frustration.

“You’ve got a costume? Or do we need to go out and buy one?” Envy asked, trying to focus on something else with a knowing look on her face.

“Fuck that! I’m not buying one. I’ll make something out of old stuff,” I said not even remotely in the mood to go out for my mom.

“Well,” Envy started, ”it IS a costume party in the middle of the summer…”

“So?” I snapped, not seeing how this would help.

“Sooo… we can go out and buy costumes she’ll hate. I’m sure that if we play our cards right, we’ll get her pissed off enough, so we won’t have to attend another party ever again.”

My first instinct was that it isn’t smart to piss off our mom. But I immediately liked the way Envy was thinking. I starting grinning as I imagined never being forced into being at any more of these dumb events.

Envy saw me smiling.“ I know for a fact how much she hates superhero costumes, so I’m thinking of Superman or Spider-man for you.”
I’ll bet Mom would probably be disgusted if I showed up in a costume so “corporate”. So it’s perfect! I nodded in agreement. “What about you? You hate superheroes more than Mom does.”

“Yeah. I do. I’m not going as some lame-ass superhero. A sexy devil costume or something like that will surely push her buttons. Don’t you think,” and she smiled mischievously.

She was right! Our mom always threw these obligatory fundraisers and expected us to show up every single time. When we were kids, it was fun. But now it was just straight-out ridiculous. All the old people pinching our cheeks and telling us how much we’ve grown over the year. I was so sick of it, and I knew Envy was too.

“How sexy?” I asked a bit worried she’d take it too far.

“Enough for people to notice I’m not a kid anymore,” she replied, trying to sound provocative.

“Okay then. I like the way you think,” I giggled. “When they see you’re not a kid anymore, they’ll probably leave me alone too. So I guess I’m going with Spider-man. With the mask, people won’t see it’s me.”

“I know a great place on Hollywood Boulevard. I’ll ask Leon to drive us,” Envy said and walked downstairs.

Now a thing about us. Our dad was a hot-shot actor in Hollywood. He and my mom were the Hollywood exception and had been married for almost fifteen years. As far as we were concerned, still happily married. We lived in a big mansion in Bel Air with a big staff supporting us. We had a butler, a chauffeur, a chef. You name it.

Our mom and dad kept us out of publicity as much as they could. This was great because this way we didn’t need bodyguards or something as we were relatively unknown to most people. Envy and I even went to a regular high school. Our friends sometimes teased us for having to mix with the “common folk”, but we actually liked being able to be normal, at least most of the time.

Because of our big staff, our mom felt a bit useless. She wasn’t the ‘Trophy Wife’ type and wants to do something with her life. So she started a non-government organization that cares about people in Africa and creating wells over there. This NGO relied solely on gifts, crowd-funding, and a few corporations that needed to polish their image. They were the ones supplying the hardware.

She was pretty good at it, and people praised our family for it. But it also meant she had to beg for money for her NGO every now and then. But Envy and I hated this stuff with a vengeance. And we sure as hell didn’t want to be in the spotlight. Neither did our mom.

But we were smart enough to know that having a famous dad gave us a lot of privileges. And showing up here and there every now and then and acting all happy was part of that deal. But this didn’t mean we had to like it.

“Are you coming, Zolo?” I heard Envy shout at the bottom of the stairs.

“Yeah, yeah!” I yelled back. I didn’t want to seem too enthusiastic. The last thing I wanted to do was to feed Envy’s superiority complex, even if her idea WAS pretty great! It’s my job as her brother to give her a hard time. I waited a moment longer, then sauntered over to the landing, smirked at the way she was tapping her foot impatiently, and finally headed down to join her.

***

“That looks pretty good on you, Zolo,” Envy said as she looked me over. “Turn around so I can check out the back.”

I was wearing a skin-tight Spiderman costume and felt a little embarrassed standing there in front of my sister. I could see my reflection in the mirror as I turned around, and I couldn’t help but notice the obvious lump in my tights.

I inherited my dad’s genes, which included an above-average penis. I wasn’t some freak or something, but at five inches soft and almost six-and-a-half hard, I was above average, I knew that much. And now it showed. Quite literally.

“Nice butt,” she said behind me and giggled a bit.

“I don’t feel comfortable in this,” I said, looking back at my sister.

“You should! You’ve got a nice body. And people won’t recognize you with your mask on.”

I knew she was right. I only fitted the mask briefly, so I could clearly see the rest. Being unrecognizable would probably make it a bit less awkward.

”But you do need to ditch your boxers. I can clearly see where it is now.”

”Pfff. Really?”

”Really. This just looks stupid”

”Going commando to a costume party. Yay!” I giggled.

”Don’t worry. No one will know. Just you and me, ” she tried putting me at ease.

“Okay then. We’ve got a winner,” I said and entered the changing room to get back in my regular outfit.

I changed quickly into my normal clothes and sat down on the chairs outside the changing booths. I knew Envy had found three outfits she wanted to try, so I was probably in for a long session.

”Don’t take too long,” I said to the curtain, knowing all too well it wouldn’t make a difference.

”Quit whining,” Envy laughed. ”I want to make sure I get it right. Don’t you?”

”Yeah, yeah,” I responded.

I took out my phone and started scrolling through my timeline.

“Ready?” I heard Envy ask.

“Bring it on.”

She opened the curtain and I had to swallow because of how she looked. She was wearing a witch outfit, which consisted of a small black dress and a witch hat.

The dress was small. It was a one-piece dress. The bottom half was basically a mini-skirt and the top half. Well… it had two forms that went over her breasts and it showed a bit of cleavage.

She looked… freakin’ GREAT!

”This is nice!” I sincerely said to her.

Envy checked herself in the mirror, turned around a few times, and then smiled.

”This is nice indeed. But I’ve got two more to try,” she said and vanished into the changing booth.

I sighed and checked my phone again. As I was thinking about the witch dress, I had to admit Envy looked really nice in it.

“This is better,” I heard Envy say behind the curtain and she slid it open.

My eyes must’ve looked like saucers because I totally wasn’t prepared for this. Envy was wearing a Tinkerbell outfit and this was even skimpier than the Witch dress. It had the same obvious curves that accentuated her breasts, but it looked as if they were more pronounced this way. It certainly showed more skin. But her dress… Damn!

Everyone who knows how Tinkerbell’s dress looks must know what I mean. There were triangle-like pieces of cloth at the bottom and it was short! There was a bigger triangle to hide her crotch, but other than that, it showed a hell of a lot of skin.

“Do you like it?” Envy giggled and turned around.

A lot of her back was showing too and the underside of her ass cheeks was visible between the triangles.

“Uhm… Yeah,” I managed to get out of my throat. It seemed as if someone turned up the heat in the change room. “Isn’t this too much?”

“What do you mean? You can’t see anything,” she said, checking herself in the mirror.

“I can see your underwear,” I said, pointing.

“I can fix that,” Envy said and immediately pulled down her panties. “See? You still can’t see anything.”

I gulped, staring at the pair of panties Envy was casually holding in her hand. I was powerless to prevent my eyes from moving over to the bottom of the short skirt. She was right, I couldn’t see anything, but I knew that she was nothing else covering her up at that moment. She was practically naked, right in front of me! I mean, it was my sister, but… I shook my head and recovered as quickly as I could.

“I guess you’re right. You just have to be careful bending over and picking stuff up from the ground,” I said, suddenly realizing I was getting hard.

“That would be awkward. But I can manage. I really like this one,” she said, smiling at me. “Just one more.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, acting as casual as I could.

Envy went into the changing booth again, which left me to my thoughts. Did I just get hard because of my twin sister? She did look nice, there was no denying that. But she was my sister. We even shared a womb! But man! Her tits and ass looked… magnificent. I was so confused by now.

“Oh my god,” Envy whispered behind the curtain.

“What is it?” I asked a bit worried.

“It’s… ehm… well, check for yourself,” she giggled, opened the curtain, and walked out.

“She sure knows how to build it up,” I thought.

Envy was wearing a devil outfit, complete with small horns and a zorro-like mask. Everything was in a blood-red color with flame accents. But her dress. Oh my god! It was even skimpier than the Tinkerbell dress. I didn’t think this was possible, but they had managed. The bottom of the dress was the same as the Tinkerbell dress, except the triangles were flame-shaped and colored, but it showed as much skin as the Tinkerbell one.

Looking at her top half, it had had pieces of fabric missing. I still don’t know how everything stayed in place, but almost her entire right breast was showing. There was a fire-shaped piece of cloth coming from the fabric between her breasts and was only covering her nipple and a bit of skin surrounding it. Her left side was covered a bit more, but still showed a lot of skin. Her belly was showing too, and I noticed she had a tiny hint of a six-pack, which was pretty sexy.

As she turned around, I could see her entire backside was exposed, ending just above her butt. I was hard the moment she came out of the booth but I reasoned any male would get hard seeing this.

“It’s… well…” I cleared my throat. “…different?” I tried.

“I LOVE it!” Envy said, admiring herself in the mirror.

“I… ehmmm… at least you can’t see your underwear in this one,” I said, looking for the right words.

“Why do you think that is, Sherlock?” she giggled.

I couldn’t help myself. My sister was a girl. A hot one for that matter. And this dress accentuated all the strong points of her body. I realized I had stopped looking at her as my sister, but as a smoking hot girl.

“It sure is hot,” I finally managed.

“It is, isn’t it?” Envy said and spun around in front of the mirror.

I expected the fire-shaped ends of her skirt would lift themselves because of the turning motion and exposing her lower body in the process. But the flap in front of her crotch and the three on her backside were somehow fixed to stay down. The other ones at her side indeed showed a lot of skin on her hips.

“This will piss mom off for sure,” Envy said with a big smile on her face.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too much? I mean… this outfit doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”

“It is a bit on the edge, I admit. But if I wear my hair differently and with the mask, only you and my mom will know it’s me. And I honestly doubt if Mom will notice during the evening. She’ll probably leave everything regarding us to her P.A.”

“Okay then, it’s your call.” I honestly could not remember the name of Mom’s latest personal assistant. “ You know who the P.A. of the week is?”

“Dunno. Don’t care,” Envy said. “We’re done in here. Be right back.”

Envy vanished into the changing booth, leaving me time to get soft again.

“Zies ies an excellent zjoice,” the shopkeeper said with a phony French accent.

“Thank you,” we said almost simultaneously.

“Zie devil outfit… Mwah!” she continued and made a kissing motion with her lips and fingers.

After we paid, Leon drove us home and we both hid our outfits in our rooms. Only two days until the costume party. I wasn’t too sure about Envy’s outfit, but I figured she could decide for herself. Mine wasn’t provocative, just annoying to our mom.

***

It was the day of the fundraiser. Our mom had talked sternly to us this morning. All the usual stuff about behaving and being polite to the visitors. She expected us to be there at three, so we would be there when the guests arrived. And she ordered us to listen to everything Monica would say to us.

Our mom wasn’t a typical Hollywood woman who fired everyone that wouldn’t do exactly what she said, but none of her P.A.’s were ever good enough. So she switched them a lot of times. We couldn’t keep track anymore and just let it go.

So there I was. Standing in front of the mirror in my Spider-Man costume. I didn’t believe Envy at first but she was right when she suggested that wearing my boxers under the costume looked ridiculous. But now that I was naked under it, my dick was even more pronounced.

Ah well. Envy was right. No one would recognize me. And considering what she would be wearing, I would be in her shadow anyway.

I knocked on Envy’s door with my mask in my hand.

”Come in,” Envy said.

I opened the door and saw Envy sitting in front of her make-up mirror wearing a bathrobe and working on her hair. She looked at me from top to bottom, while still fiddling with her hair.

”You look great, Zolo. And it’s quite obvious you’re Spider-MAN,” she giggled, looking directly at my crotch.

I instinctively put my hand in front of my dick and felt myself starting to blush furiously.

“Stop it, Envy,” I whispered, looking at the floor.

“Don’t, Zolo. You look amazing. I’m just teasing you. But your… uhm… penis can’t be missed. I’m sorry. But I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you. Most women like men with big… you know,” and now it was Envy’s turn to blush.

Oddly, her words did put me at ease.

“You really think I look okay in this?”

“Duh!” Envy said in that typical teenage-girl way. “All the girls in my class think you look amazing!” I saw her blush as she turned away… “And despite you being my brother… I think so too.”

She kept blushing and diverted her eyes. Now I knew she wasn’t teasing me and she was being sincere. I felt I had to say something too.

“Well. For what it’s worth. It’s the same with you. Jason can’t stop talking about you. And I really liked how you looked back at the store,” I said, being as honest as I could and blushing myself.

Envy was done with her hair and got up from her chair. She turned to me and without warning dropped her robe. I looked at the most magnificent thing I ever saw. Her costume fitted perfectly and she looked smoking hot in it. Embarrassed, I felt myself get hard, but I was too late to hide it with my hands, considering the smile on Envy’s face.

“You didn’t lie,” she smiled. “You really like my outfit.”

“Yeah… ehm… well…” I stammered with my hands in front of my obvious boner.

“Don’t worry, bro. I’m flattered,” she laughed and gave me a firm hug.

“It’s not easy to hide it in this costume,” I said, mostly to myself.

“Here,” Envy said and gave me a piece of cloth. “Just take this and casually wear it in front of you when you need it. Just say you’re guarding Thor’s cape.”

I was very touched by her actions. I never thought Envy would be this understanding about something this awkward.

“Thanks,” I said and now it was my turn to hug her tightly.

“Just look at it this way. You’re trying to hide something in your pants. I’m not wearing pants at all,” Envy laughed.

That caused me to laugh too and I could feel myself getting soft again.

“Ready, Spidey?” Envy asked, opening her bedroom door and putting on her mask.

I gestured with my hand toward the door and bowed slightly. “After you, She-Devil,” I replied, pretending to be gallant. Then we both laughed again and headed downstairs.

***

Almost half an hour later, we entered the great hall our mom had rented. I was wearing my mask, but it took me a while to get used to no-one recognizing me. I did see a lot of women checking me out, both front and back. I felt like a piece of meat, but I liked it. Especially because I wasn’t recognized.

I looked at Envy parading through the room and the looks of most men and women glancing over, were priceless. After parading for almost an hour or so, she accidentally bumped into me and deliberately pressed her boob against my chest. I felt myself get hard and looked at her. I had to casually cover up but still, a lot of women glanced over at us. Envy decided to stay by my side and whispered how much she liked walking around like this and constantly commented on how lame most of these people were. There were some really funny remarks too, which caused us to giggle a lot. I hadn’t expected it, but I was having a good time with my sister.

Eventually, we found a quiet spot in the hall and sat down for a bit, catching our breaths.

“This is awesome,” Envy giggled. “Did you see all these women eyeing your… dick?”

She still blushed when she said that word and I just had to giggle too.

“Well, most men didn’t look away when you walked by either,” I added, softly adding with a blush of my own “And I don’t blame them.”

“AH! There you are!” we heard a woman say. “I’m Monica,” she said extending her hand for us to shake it, which we did.

She looked just like the other P.A.’s our mom usually hired. A young woman, early twenties, and eager to learn and please.

“She asked me to go and get you two. Will you follow me, please?” she said and walked away, not awaiting an answer.

Envy and I looked at each other. This wasn’t an uncommon action for our mom, so I shrugged, got up, and followed Monica. Envy caught up with me as we entered the backstage area. We rounded some corners until eventually, we entered a typical dressing room. I expected our mom to be there too, but other than a rack with clothes, a makeup mirror, a big comfy couch, and a small bathroom, the room was empty.

“The actors we hired to perform on stage during the award ceremony, just called in sick. Your mother figured you both would be willing to perform because you both like to wear a funny outfit,” Monica said, staring blankly at us.

This was unexpected. I glanced at Envy and saw her looking at Monica. If looks could kill, Monica was dead, cremated, and buried by now. Apparently, Monica didn’t notice or didn’t care, because she kept on talking.

“Great. You both witnessed the award ceremony several times, so you know what the mascot’s task is on stage, don’t you?”

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, flabbergasted by all of this.

“Great. You’ve got ten minutes before you’re expected on stage. Everything is here, so I guess that won’t be a problem. Will it?” she pressed.

“No. We’ll manage,” Envy said through her teeth, knowing better than to go against our mom in these kinds of situations.

“Great!”

“Jeez, everything is “great” with this woman!” I thought, immediately afraid I said it out loud.

“The stage is through that door,” Monica said, pointing to the door in the back of the room. “Oh, and one more thing. Your mother tells me this outfit is quite hot on stage.” She seemed to know that this was a kind of punishment from our mom for our costumes and looked a little apologetic at us.

And with that, she left the room, leaving us speechless.

“Great…” Envy said in a very condescending tone, mimicking Monica.

“Damnit. I guess we pushed her buttons too much, don’t you think?” I asked Envy.

“I guess so too,” she said, looking defeated.

“But I don’t feel like apologizing. Do you?”

Envy looked at me. I could see something in her eyes had changed.

“Hell no! You know what?!?” she said, taking the mascot uniform from the rack.

“What?” I asked a bit worried.

“We won’t back down. She thinks she’s got us cornered and that we won’t do this. But what if we do?” and I could see the fire in her eyes.

“Uhm,” I responded, not quite sure what to think about it.

My mom ordered this mascot outfit a few years ago. It was a representation of the logo for her NGO, showing a pump and a well. It needed two people in it, so the pumping arm could move up and down but still had a well standing up straight. For a long time, I thought it was a malformed “h”. One person is in the straight bit of the “h”, and the other bends over. The person bending over had an extension on his arms which is the bottom half of the lower end of the “h”.
During the award ceremony, the mascot lifted the well-part every time a winner came on stage. That was a way of celebrating their victory. I found it lame, but our mom loved it. Go figure.

“You really want to go through with this, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah. I do. I hate it when our mom thinks she can play us like a fiddle.”

“But… you heard Monica. It’s freaking hot in that thing.” I tried.

“So?”

“What do you mean, So?”

“We’ll ditch our clothes. That will be cooler and afterward, we can take turns and shower in here. You can go first,” she simply said and giggled.

Uhhh … did Envy forget that she told me my underwear ruined my costume and that I’m not wearing anything under this suit?

“But… I’ll be naked,” I blushed.

“So? So will I,” Envy said, not seeming to care about that.

I think I felt my heart stop. Is she kidding me? That would be… so wrong? Well… maybe not “wrong”, but weird. Definitely weird! My eyes must have gone big as saucers, and Envy noticed.

“Look, Zolo. I’m not too fond of being naked inside a mascot outfit with you either. But. If you turn around and I’ll go in first then you can come in after me. You won’t see me, and I won’t see you. It’ll just be awkward inside the costume, but it’ll probably be too dark in there to see anything.”

“But…” I tried and eventually sighed. “Oh! I guess you’re right. I can’t think of an alternative, other than to go to our mom and apologize. But honestly, that isn’t an option to me either.”

“Okay. So it’s settled. I’ll go in first and bend over. You’ll be the one standing up straight and helping me pull up the pump when necessary, okay?”
“I guess,” I responded, still not excited to do this.

Which fourteen-year-old boy likes to be naked in a sweaty costume with his sister. I knew I didn’t. I looked at Envy as she laid down the costume. After she was done she looked at me and nodded. I turned around and could hear her rustling behind me, followed by a gentle plop as her costume was tossed in a tiny heap on the floor at my feet.

“Okay. I’m in. You can go ahead now. I’ll close my eyes Just in case,” she giggled.

Reluctantly, I started taking off my Spider-man outfit. As I stood there naked as the day I was born, I felt myself trembling. A small part of me didn’t want to do this, but my evil half found it exciting as hell. I wouldn’t have to give in to my mom and I’d be practically naked. On stage. In front of an audience. But no-one would know.

I turned around and could see Envy standing inside the costume. She had pulled it up a bit, but almost all of her backside was exposed, including her ass. Without the sexy devil outfit, it was even better to look at.

Thank god I didn’t get stiff looking at her. That would’ve been too awkward. I blamed it on the intensity of the situation. Otherwise, her bare ass would’ve most definitely got me hard. I stepped into the costume and got behind my sister. I took the backside of the costume, which caused both parts to come together. Envy handled the zipper and zipped us up.

It was dark inside. But not dark enough that we couldn’t see anything anymore. I did feel my penis brush against Envy’s backside a few times but was too scared to say anything.

“You ready to go?” Envy asked, looking over her shoulder, holding the bottom part of the logo in front of her.

“Ready. You lead the way, cause I can’t see anything and you’ve got that small gap to look through.”

Envy started moving toward the door. It took us a few steps to figure out how we could walk properly. I had to lay my hands on her hips to keep my balance but soon enough, we figured it out.

“It tickles,” Envy whispered as we were waiting behind the stage.

“What?” I whispered back

“Your… uhm… It tickles my butt.”

“Sorry,” I whispered, not knowing how to respond properly.

“Don’t be. You can’t help it. But… ehm… can you scratch my butt a bit to relieve the tickle?” Envy whispered and I could almost hear her blush. “I can’t reach it with this stupid thing in front of me.”

I hesitated for a second. But I didn’t see a reason why I shouldn’t do it. An itch you can’t reach can be really irritating. I placed my hand on her right cheek and started scratching.

“Better?”

“A bit to the left,” she whispered and pushed her butt back against my scratching fingers.

“Zolo? Envy?” we heard our mom softly say beside us.

“Yes,” we responded simultaneously.

“Glad you two are helping me out. And it’s nice to see you changed out of those outfits,” she continued with a tiny bit of acid in her voice.

“No problem, mom. Glad to help,” Envy replied lightly, pretending to be oblivious.

I couldn’t suppress a giggle when I realized that this was even worse than our other outfits. If mom knew we were standing beside her naked, she’d have a heart attack.

“And here she is! The woman that made it all possible…” a voice shouted and loud music started playing.

“We’ll talk about this when we get home. Now you two join me on stage and behave!” she said and walked on stage.

“If she only knew,” Envy laughed and started walking too.

We walked over to our spot and Envy bent forward, so we would properly represent the logo. I still had my hands on her hips as I felt her pressing her backside against my groin.

“Whoa! What are you doing?” I loudly whispered.

“Sorry! Can’t help it. It’s this stupid costume,” Envy whispered back. “Just… relax, okay?”

But relaxing was impossible now. Her warm ass against my naked body was enough to start a stir in my groin. I tried ignoring it, but I just couldn’t ignore the feeling of her soft skin against my hardening dick.

“It sure is hot in here. I’m sweating like a pig,” Envy whispered, trying to divert the attention.

“Right,” I croaked, furiously trying to stop my dick from growing.

But fighting this was an uphill battle I realized. The best I could do was to make it as less awkward as I could, by moving it in such a way that it was the least obvious.

So I moved my hips a bit and felt my dick move from the underside of her right cheek to between her legs. This was better.

But the moment I was relieved that the situation seemed to be resolved, Envy squeezed her legs together. I guess she was trying to figure out what was going on. I felt warm and moist flesh surrounding my erection. Oh my god! Her legs, combined with the sweat made me think I had my dick inside some warm apple pie. Nothing could stop me from growing to full mast at this point.

Envy squeezed a bit harder and moved her butt a bit.

“What the fuck, Zolo?!?” she whispered loudly.

“Sorry… I can’t help it! Your body feels too nice against my… dick. I don’t want it to happen any more than you do,” I whispered back, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Envy didn’t stop squeezing me with her legs, though. I felt her pubes tickling against the upside of my dick, and with each heartbeat, my dick seemed to get even harder.

“Right… It’s just that…” Envy started.

“Here he is! Ethan Wood, the winner of the location scout of the year award!” our mom said, right beside us.

This was our queue. Envy started lifting her upper body, but it was immediately clear she couldn’t do it alone. So I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her up. But pulling her up, also meant her lower body moved forward a bit. And my trapped dick slid back between her legs, causing me to moan loudly. This felt way better than just beating off.

I had my arms around Envy’s waist to keep her steady. My arms were just below her boobs and I felt her sweaty back pressed against my chest. She deliberately moved her pelvis back and forward a bit, causing me to moan in her ear. She didn’t say anything, But despite being behind her, I saw a smile spreading across her face.

The audience started applauding, which was our queue to get back to our initial position. Envy bend over and I could feel my dick sliding forward between her legs. As she did this, I could clearly feel her pussy rubbing on the upside of my dick. On both sides of it, I felt soft globes of flesh, which could only be her pussy. My glans hit something and slipped out from between the folds, but the rest of my dick didn’t.

The moment my glans slipped, Envy moaned. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. My dick rubbed against her clit and she liked it.

“I didn’t expect this would happen,” she whispered.

“Neither did I. I’m so sorry for this, Envy.”

“Hmm,” she moaned and moved her pussy again. ”Don’t be. This is nice.”

I had to admit it. This was extremely nice! I was practically fucking my sister and she was grinding herself against my rigid pole.

“It is?” I asked, acting surprised.

“Yeah. I’m… mmmmhhh,” Envy purred as she kept moving her hips a bit.

I felt a drop of precum oozing out the tip of my dick. And between my sister’s legs, things were becoming slipperier by the minute. Envy squeezed her legs firmly together again, and I hardly held back a loud moan. This caused Envy to giggle, which in turn generated a lot of movement between her legs.

“I guess you like… ahhh!”

Now it was Envy’s turn to moan, as I took control and slid my dick back and forth between her legs once.

“The winner is… Joanne McBride!” my mom shouted again and the audience started clapping and cheering.

I grabbed Envy by her waist again and pulled her up. There was barely any friction left between her legs, and with everything being so slippery, we both moaned at the same time. Envy laid her head back against my chest and shoulder and panted heavily. So did I. I felt the sweat on her body and just had to slide my dick between her legs again.

“Ohhhh…” I moaned in her ear.

Envy grabbed my hand and placed it on her left breast. She was just quick enough to prevent the costume part in front of her from falling back down. Her breast was sweaty too and I felt the hard nipple poking against the palm of my hand. I started kneading her breast and placed my right hand on her other boob and started doing the same.

“Yess… Ohhhh…” Envy whispered and gyrated her pelvis.

Apparently, the short speech was over, and there was another applause. It took us a moment to realize it, and I reluctantly let go of my sister’s breasts. As I let go, Envy seemed to snap out of it and slowly started moving again, but still grinding her pelvis.

I gently pushed against her back, so she would bend over. It appeared as if Envy was in a whole different place now. I knew I was as horny as I’ve ever been and just feeling my first, real-life tits in my hands, clouded my already hormones-filled brain. But I was still clear enough to know what we were doing.

“Bend over again,” I whispered to Envy.

As Envy did this, my dick slipped back a bit from between her legs. I instinctively pulled my butt back too, but the costume prevented me from going back very far. Envy was almost completely bent over again as I felt the tip of my dick get trapped in something. I figured I was rubbing against her clit again, so I pushed forward a little in order to please my twin sister some more.

But the moment I pushed, I felt something warm surrounding my dickhead and a small ‘popping’ sensation. I didn’t immediately figure out what happened. I was just so overwhelmed by the feeling around my dick, that I stopped moving entirely.

I looked down at my body and, despite the dim lighting inside the costume, could see my dickhead disappeared in my sister’s backside.

“Ohhh,” I heard Envy moan and it was at that moment it hit me what had happened.

“I… I didn’t mean to d… ahhhh…” I whispered a bit too loud.

I was stopped short as I felt Envy push her body back a little, causing my boner to slide into her even more.

“Do it!” Envy whispered as I heard my mom blabber on about some guy that really put the NGO on the map.

“Do what?” I whispered back, not sure what she meant.

“Do it!!” she whispered again with more urgency in her voice and pushed back even more.

It was clear now, that because of her current position she couldn’t move back further. I still wasn’t sure if she wanted me to pull back or push forward. But because the costume prevented me from pulling back further, and the incredible feeling around my dick, I decided to try my luck.

I slowly pushed my hips forward and my dick slid inside my fourteen-year-old sister’s pussy, ending my virginity. I did it slowly because I wanted to be able to immediately pull back out if Envy wanted me to.

But as I continued, there were no signs she wanted me to. It was an amazing and overwhelming feeling. As I inched away inside my sister’s pussy, I felt the walls of her vagina gripping my dick and practically sucking me inside.

This whole action felt like hours, but it probably was only a minute or two. It was just one, long, slow push without any resistance and it was absolutely amazing!

My pubes were now firmly pressed against Envy’s backside, so I couldn’t go in any further. I kept perfectly still and just stood there with my hands on my sister’s hips and my dick deeply buried inside her.

“Ohhh Zolo! You just… Ohhh,” I heard Envy whisper and my mom talking in the background.

As if in a dream, I started pulling back and that marvelous feeling around my dick returned. The walls of my sister’s pussy felt like velvet and they gripped around my dick firmly as I pulled back.

I knew I had to move cautiously, so on the outside, no one would notice. It was really difficult, but also exciting as hell. Here I was. Fucking my own sister as my mom stood no more than two feet beside me and a large crowd was watching us.

Envy was panting heavily and I noticed she was trembling a bit. I didn’t have a clue what her feelings about this all were but was too engrossed in my own right now. And besides, she would’ve said or done something if she didn’t want this.

As sweat was dripping down my face and chest, I slowly slid back inside. And back out again. And back in. I found myself a nice rhythm. The slow movements were helping me to not cum immediately. I was certain that if I did this too fast, I would’ve lost it by now. But the slow motions, my mom’s closeness, and the heat, all added to the tension which caused me to be able to keep going.

All the time, Envy was moaning, and groaning softly. And it was increasingly harder for me to hold my own groans back, so an occasional grunt came out of my throat.

“You two are almost done,” our mom said to us during a short promotional video that was currently playing. “I know it’s hot in there, but it’s just a few more minutes.”

If I wasn’t this occupied with fucking my sister, I’m sure I’d have broken out into laughter. But now, the words hardly registered in my brain.

“No problem, mom. We’re doing fine. Thanks for asking,” Envy responded with an odd voice.

The moment she was done talking, her vagina clenched around my dick. It was such an intense feeling, I had to stop moving altogether. Envy sensed it and released the clenching a bit.

On stage, loud music started playing. I’ve seen this ceremony enough, to know we were reaching the last bit. I knew that by now, all eyes were focused on my mom and the name of the winner on the big screen. My balls were practically boiling and the constant clenching actions of Envy’s pussy were enough to bring me close.

I started fucking her more obviously now and slammed my dick into her. Luckily, the loud music was drowning out our moans as I couldn’t hold back anymore. Our mom had walked over to the front of the stage to welcome the winner, so we were clear on that too. Inside the costume, Envy was moaning just as loud as I was.

I felt the dam break. My balls started contracting as I slammed inside my sister one last time. As I slid in, I felt her pussy contracting sharply and rapidly. My sensitive dick felt as if it was on fire by these contractions and the moment my pelvis slammed against her butt, I felt spurt after spurt leave my body. I felt my brain go offline and everything went white. It was as if I’d died and gone to heaven.

At least seven or eight spurts were coming out. Way more than when I just jerked myself. And during these spurts, Envy’s pussy constantly kept contracting and milking me.

As I stood there, realizing what we just did, I heard our mom announcing the winner. I was panting heavily and so was Envy, but we had to do our routine. I slipped my hands under her body, grabbed her by her waist, and pulled her body toward my sweaty chest.

As she straightened, I felt my dick leaving the heavenly paradise between my sister’s legs. I reluctantly pulled out completely. Pulling Envy close to me and feeling all the sweat between us and her heavy panting, all with our mom talking in the background, made me realize we did something outrageous.

“And that’s the end of our award ceremony. I’m going to talk to you a little about our future plans…” our mom said into the microphone, which was our cue to get off the stage.

***

As we started walking back toward the dressing room, the hormones started leaving my brain, and guilt mixed with uncertainty started washing over me.
I just lost my virginity to my twin sister in front of dozens of people. This idea took some getting used to. Envy hadn’t said anything either since we both came, so I was starting to think that I might have tricked her into something she didn’t want to do.

We quietly entered our dressing room and walked inside.

”I’ll get out first and turn around, so you can take a shower first, ” I said, already unzipping the costume.

Envy still didn’t talk, so I did what I said. I didn’t care at all that Envy could see my naked butt this way. I was just lost in a pool of thoughts.

As I stood there, facing the wall and feeling my naked, sweaty body cool off a bit, I heard Envy stepping out of the costume behind me. By now I was so insecure about everything, that I felt my tears welling up in my eyes. I didn’t want to hurt my sister. I never intended for this to happen! What was I thinking? Did I rape her? I didn’t rape her! Or did I?

I was so consumed by my thoughts, that I didn’t notice Envy walked up behind me. I was startled when she suddenly hugged my back tightly.

“That was FUCKING amazing, Zolo!” she said, and I felt her hard nipples pressing in my back.

That did take a little time to register. I never heard Envy swear. But the moment her words landed, I felt massively relieved. And at the same moment, I felt Envy’s hands rubbing over my chest and slowly working their way down.

She toyed with my curly, sweaty pubes and kissed me on my neck. I felt my now soft dick come to life and quickly turned around, looking my sister in her eyes.

”But why didn’t you say anything as we walked back?” she asked with a serious look on her face. ”Didn’t you like it?”

”Huh?” I asked confused. ”No, no! I LOVED it! I was wondering the same thing myself! I was afraid I’d… That I’d hurt you or something.”

“HURT me?!?” she laughed. ”I was the one urging you on!”

“Yeah… well… I wasn’t too sure of that, to be honest,” I said, letting my eyes drop to my sister’s chest and admiring my first ever, real-life boobs.

Envy must’ve noticed me staring at her chest. She stepped back a bit and I could see her eyes roaming over my nude body. I wasn’t fully hard but still felt a little self-conscious as she looked me over.

But her stepping back gave me the opportunity to check out Envy’s naked body too. Her boobs, I guessed they were small B-cups, looked perfect on her frame. It was obvious her work-out sessions with dad’s personal trainer paid off too, because she had a tight, muscular body with a hint of a six-pack and no fat at all. There was a small stripe of pubes around her slit, which I later learned was called a Brazilian Wax. But I didn’t care what it was called. I loved looking at her fabulous body, and I felt myself boning up again.

“You’ve got a magnificent body, Zolo,” Envy whispered. ”I can see why my friends are talking about you constantly.”

“You don’t look too bad either,” I responded, trying to be as cool as I could.

“I can see that,” Envy giggled and stared at my boner.

“I’m sorry,” I said and put my hands in front of my hard-on, hiding it from her eyes.

“Don’t be shy! You just had it inside me, for christ’s sake!” Envy laughed. ”I think I deserved to get a proper look at it, don’t you think?”

“Uhm… I guess…” I shyly said and took my hands away.

Envy surprised me by dropping to her knees and kneeling in front of me. Her eyes were inches away from my dick and I could see her studying it. She wrapped her hand around it, as she kept her eyes focused on my dick.

I couldn’t help it and gasped loudly as her fingers wrapped themselves firmly around my rock-hard shaft. She looked up at me and a smile spread across her face.

“You like this?” she asked with an odd tone in her voice.

“Oh yes! But…” I trailed off as she slowly started jerking me, her eyes never leaving mine.

It was obvious that Envy never had a dick in her hand. But her enthusiasm made up for her clumsiness big time. And since this was the first time another person was handling my boner, I guessed it didn’t matter what she did. It was mind-blowing no matter what.

“Oohhh,” I moaned, closed my eyes, and threw my head back. “This is… ohhh…”

The moment I figured this couldn’t get any better, I felt something warm slide over my dickhead. My eyes flew open and I looked down to see what was going on. Envy’s mouth was around my dick and she was sliding more and more of my dick inside her mouth. I could see she had trouble with the last bit, but eventually, I felt it pop inside her throat and her nose hit my pubes. Holy shit! She deep throated me! My first ever blow-job and she was deep throating me. I think my knees almost buckled!

This didn’t last long. I could feel Envy wasn’t comfortable with my dick this far up her throat and I didn’t feel at ease, knowing she had these troubles. So, almost at the same time, we both pulled back a bit. My dick didn’t leave her mouth, but she just sucked on it and used her tongue to lap around my dickhead.

She pulled back off my dick and looked up at me. ”I practiced deep-throating a banana a few times. But you’re way bigger than a banana,” she purred, and then her mouth was on me again.

As she continued, I placed my hands on her head to let her know I was enjoying it. Her hair was still wet from all the sweating inside the costume. This gave me an idea.

“Why don’t we continue this in the shower?” I asked, moaning softly.

With a loud pop, Envy lifted her mouth from my dick and looked up at me. She kept massaging my dick with her right hand and started smiling.

“That’s an excellent idea!” and she stood up, never letting go of my dick.

“Ohhh…” I moaned as her thumb rubbed over my glans.

Envy stepped forward and pressed her lips firmly against mine. Her hand kept stroking me and moments later, I felt her tongue against my lips and quickly opened my mouth to let her in.

I was getting hornier by the minute and decided to step up too. My right hand grabbed her left butt cheek and I pulled her closer. My left hand started massaging her boob. Envy moaned in my mouth, which was an indication I was doing the right things. Moments later Envy broke our kiss and looked at me.

“Go and lock the door! I just realized anyone can walk in on us,” she giggled. “Imagine Mom walking in! I’ll start the shower, and I want you in there with me so we can finish what we started.”

Envy always was a bit bossy, but in this situation, I found it extremely sexy she was taking the lead. I turned around and walked toward the door, my bobbing boner leading the way.

“Nice butt, bro!” I heard behind me and a smile spread across my face.

Moments later, I heard the water running and I locked the second door. I was glad Envy thought about the locks. She might find it funny to upset our mom, but I wasn’t too sure about it.

As I came back to the shower, Envy was leaning inside to test the water. Her tight butt presented to me in basically the same way as before inside the costume. I took hold of my hard dick and stepped forward, aiming for her entrance.

The moment I hit her pussy lips, I expected it to slide in easily. But instead of sliding in, my dick went lower and slipped between the front of her pussy, eventually bumping against her clit.

“OHHH! YESSS!” Envy moaned as I rubbed her.

Well… I was aiming for another fuck, but stimulating her clit this way and lubing up my dick in the process, wasn’t too bad either. So I kept holding my dick and rubbed it around her clit area. I felt her legs trembling as I continued.

Moments later, her hand took hold of my glans and she guided me to the right spot. By now she was basically using my dick as a dildo to masturbate with, but I didn’t mind that at all.

The feelings spreading across my dick were amazing too. The soft flesh of her fingers against the sensitive underside of my glans, and her slippery pussy lubing me up were astonishing! If we’d go on like this, I’d probably cum within a few minutes. The familiar tingle in my balls was already building.

Reluctantly, I pulled back and placed my hands on her butt. Envy stood up, turned around, and grabbed my dick.

“Let’s get wet,” she said and pulled me into the shower by my dick.

“From what I felt, You’re already wet,” I said seductively.

“Your big cock, rubbing over my wet cunt did that to me,” she hoarsely said and stepped under the water.

I never heard Envy talk this dirty and it made me even hornier than I already was. I looked at the water cascading down her body as Envy had thrown her head between her shoulders, to get her hair and face wet. Looking at this, I just had to act on my horniness. I moved in and placed my mouth over her left nipple, with my right hand massaging her other tit, and my left hand grabbed her butt. Both hands started massaging her firm flesh.

I started nibbling on the hard nipple in my mouth and the moans from Envy’s throat kept growing louder. I moved my boob-hand slowly down her stomach. I felt her muscles tense under my fingers as I went for my goal.

The moment I slid my middle finger between the folds of her pussy and rubbed over her clit, she dug her fingers into my upper back.

“Ohhh, YES! Zolo! Make me cum again,” she moaned.

Not one to argue, I kept biting softly on her nipple and rubbing my fingers over her clit. Her moans kept increasing and she kept urging me on. I slid my finger lower but kept pressure on her clit. I kept moving until I found the entrance of her pussy, all the while rubbing her clit with the palm of my hand.

I rubbed the tip of my finger against her entrance, to let her know I was there but I wasn’t going in yet. I liked to tease her a little, and considering her pelvic motion, she wasn’t complaining. As I put a little more pressure on her entrance with my finger, I bit a little harder on her nipple. I read somewhere online that most girls really dig that stuff.

Apparently, Envy was one of them. One of her hands grabbed my hand by her pussy and the other wrapped around my dick. She gripped my dick firmly. Almost to the point that it hurt. But considering her groans and moans, she was extremely close to cumming and probably wasn’t aware of how firm she gripped me.
This was my cue. I started sliding my finger inside my sister’s pussy. I wasn’t going slow either. Considering the fact that she was wet and grinding against my hand, I figured she wanted me in there as fast as I could. Before I knew it, my middle finger was completely inside her.

“AHHH! HMMMM!!!” Envy groaned and I felt her pussy contracting sharply around my finger.

Her grip on my shoulders loosened a bit and I felt her legs give way. I was just in time to wrap my free arm around her waist to keep her standing. During all this, she kept climaxing and rubbing her pussy against my hand. I lifted my mouth from her boob and let her enjoy her orgasm.

After a few moments, I felt the spasms fade a little and I lifted my face to look at her. She still had her eyes closed and a grin started to spread across her face. I still had my finger buried inside my sister as she opened her eyes and started kissing me hungrily. I liked the way her pussy moved around my finger as she moved her body. So I started sliding in and out of her causing more moans and a bit more spasms.

“Ohhh… This is awesome, bro,” She said, moving her body around and causing my finger to leave her body. “But now… I want this again.”

And just like that, she lifted her leg and placed my dick against the entrance of her pussy. She looked me in my eyes with a very focused look on her face as she inched her lower body forward and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I had a pretty good idea what Envy was going to do, but still, it surprised me. She pulled herself up by hanging around my neck and standing on her toes. I quickly grabbed her by her ass with both hands and helped her get off the ground. I was standing a bit unsteadily but could shuffle back that tiny bit that was necessary to put my back against the shower wall.

The moment I felt the wall, I fully lifted Envy and she immediately wrapped her legs around me. Despite all the movement, my dickhead was still nudged against the entrance of my sister’s pussy. Now that we were in the right position, Envy looked me deep in my eyes and very slowly but very deliberately, started impaling herself on my dick.

I felt myself inching back inside the most wonderful thing I ever felt. I heard myself moan as Envy slid down further and further. As she went lower, a grin spread across her face. The moment our pubes hit and I couldn’t go in any deeper, Envy sighed loudly.

“Your big cock is SO FUCKING amazing, bro! I’m SO glad you fucked me on stage!”

I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting again, but it was a different feeling than when I fingered her.

“I didn’t… AHH… mean to… OHH… fuck you. I jus…” I managed as Envy started sliding back up.

“Hush… Fuck me now! And then fuck me again. And again and…” Envy moaned as we got into a nice rhythm together.

The loud slaps of our bodies were amplified by the tiled walls, but neither of us cared about that. I was completely engrossed in fucking my sister and prolonging my orgasm as long as I could.

I don’t know how long we fucked, but I was pretty sure Envy came two times during our shower fuck. They weren’t as strong and intense as when I fingered her, but they were definitely orgasms. The moment I felt I passed the point of no return, I squeezed her butt firmly and started slamming my groin even harder.

“I’m… AHHH! Do you want me… OHH.. to pull…”

“NO!! FUCK ME! CUM INSIDE ME! I want to feel your hot cum inside!” Envy moaned quite loudly.

I was too far gone to care about the noise. I slammed two more times as I felt my balls emptying themselves. I pressed my groin firmly against Envy as spurt after spurt exited my dick and coated my sister’s insides. This orgasm was even better than the one on stage. Now it wasn’t just my dick that tingled, but my entire body was tingling and I had goosebumps all over. Fireworks were flashing before my eyes. And I barely registered Envy cumming for the third time as my dick twitched inside her.

I had to lean against the wall to prevent us from falling down. I stood there panting heavily and holding my sister up by her ass cheeks. Envy didn’t let go and kept milking my dick with her pussy.

“Hmmm… This was even better,” Envy purred and she released the grip around my waist with her legs. “Imagine Mom finding out about this. She would be SO pissed!”

I still don’t know what exactly had happened between my sister and my mom. Maybe it was a girl’s thing, but there certainly was some bad blood between them. I didn’t care about it! I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

A few moments later, my dick exited my sister’s vagina and we stood there under the warm stream of water catching our breath.

Envy took the showerhead and started spraying me clean, paying special attention to my dick. After she was done with me, she cleaned herself and handed me the soap.

“You do me first, then I’ll do you,” she said, turning around.

We washed each other thoroughly and paid special attention to the good parts. And we dried each other off. After that… we fucked. Again. Lying down on the couch this time.

Finally, we both agreed we had pushed our luck enough, figuring our mom would be wondering what was taking us so long. After we got dressed, I fingered Envy a bit, so she was nicely lubed as we headed back to the party.

At first, I was afraid our mom had noticed, but she didn’t let on anything. Before we had to leave, we fucked again in the men’s toilet. We were almost busted twice, but keeping quiet at the right time was something we were both good at as it appeared.

When I laid down in my bed late that night, I was completely spent! I was afraid my dick would never get hard again.

But the next morning, that fear proved to be unfounded. The moment Envy entered my room, wearing nothing but her smile, I felt my dick was still up for it.

The end.

Copyright 2020 – Jason Crow
All rights reserved

And that’s another short little story. To me it was an interlude from the big, big, BIG story I’m writing. I needed a bit of time away from it, and decided to write this little one. Story-wise, I should’ve stopped after the stage scene and ditch the dressing-room bit completely. But I didn’t want to do basically the same as in ‘Massage in a Bottle‘. So as a fanservice, I added the dressing-room bit, to spice things up a little bit more.

Another big thank you to E-o-F who helped me out with editing and some small changes!

I hope you still enjoyed this one. And as always, comments are more than welcome! Mail, comment on the site, a pigeon. Anything! Let me know what you think.

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