Bedtime Stories for Grownups
zOMG!
WOAH! I sure didn’t see that coming.
It’s my own fault—sort of. I mean that I found out about it. I was minding my own business, mostly, and just needed our assignment for English Lit. I mean, he is so organized he actually keeps a calendar on his laptop with the assignments for each class written on it. I get up Sunday afternoon and go ask him what I have to do this week. And he tells me, the dork.
Yeah, we take the same subjects most of the time but, because we’re twins, we’re usually in different sections. The assignments are all the same. Don’t go getting all stereotypical on me just because we’re twins. We don’t read each other’s minds. I’m not always there to protect him. I don’t just ‘know’ when he is having a bad dream. Maybe identical twins are like that, but all boy-girl twins are fraternal. I mean, how can you have a boy be the identical twin of a girl, huh? Just tell me that. I don’t think we were ever bathed together and we always had separate rooms. He’s never seen me naked. At least he better never have!
He called me ‘baby sister’ once. I knocked him on his ass. Born fifteen minutes before me. Right. I told him that I shoved his fat ass out the chute so I’d have more womb inside. Wasn’t that clever? I do that, like, all the time.
Anyway, I went to his room to get this week’s assignments and he was gone. Like he didn’t know I was going to need them.
“Mom! Where’s Eric,” I yelled coming downstairs.
“Am I your brother’s keeper?” she asked. Yeah. I think I get my sense of humor from Mom. “He went tearing out the door like a madman about fifteen minutes ago. Why don’t you text him?”
Well, duh! I went back to my room, but I looked into his room on the way by and his laptop was, like, right there and it was open. Well, it was sleeping and the screen was dark, but I might be able to get to his class calendar. I swiped my finger across the touchpad and the screen came to life. There was a log-in. Of course. How was I going to get onto his computer without a password? I just typed his name in. ‘Incorrect password.’ Yeah, yeah. But then I actually read the whole message and it actually had a link labeled ‘hint.’ I love that word. Not ‘hint.’ ‘Actually.’ I clicked the link.
‘Baby Sister.’ I don’t have a baby sister. What kind of hint is that? Oh! It’s me! I’m his… That dork! I’m going to knock him on his ass again. I entered ‘Hillary.’ Incorrect password. What? Oh. I hated what I was going to enter next. When he’s ticked at me, he calls me BroomHilda, like that witch in the Sunday comics. It worked. I’m really gonna knock him on his ass.
In case you missed the memo, my brother and I are not at all alike. I’m a good-looking, willowy blonde. He’s a dark-haired dork. All right. To be fair, he’s not ugly. He’s just not going to be on the cover of GQ or anything. Now if there’s a magazine called IQ, he might make it. I’m not dumb. I just don’t care that much about school and grades and stuff. I get by. He’s like the second coming of Einstein or something.
So here I was, staring at his screen. He had a website open that was just a lot of text and I figured he was reading some science paper. I just glanced over it and then I started reading. It wasn’t science. It was porn! And the scene was kind of hot. I mean—wow!—hot. I really shouldn’t have been looking on his computer, so I didn’t scroll the page or anything, but I wanted to read more. So, I copied down the web address. Then I quickly switched to his calendar and copied down the assignments. I made sure the website he was reading on was in the foreground and hit the ‘mommy button.’
One of the first things we learned about when we got our new laptops before our senior year was that there is a quick keystroke that locks your computer instantly. Mom’s a technical trainer for this company downtown and when she bought us the computers, she made us sit down while she explained the proper operation, got our old stuff backed up to the new computers and set our passwords.
“Mom, we know all this stuff,” Eric complained.
“Oh yeah? So, you know about the Mommy Button?”
“The what?”
“Let’s say you are in your room watching one of those porn videos you’ve been downloading when I happened to stop by to warn you that you’re tying up the network again. You don’t want me to see what you’re watching, so you hit the Mommy Button.” Then she showed us how to lock our computers with a keystroke.
That let us know a couple things. First, she knew what we did on our computers. It wasn’t just Eric she was looking at. I’ve been known to download a movie now and then. Of course, I prefer those Japanese anime movies. They’re classier and I don’t need to see boys actually entering girls to get turned on. I like the humor in shojo and some josei. It also told us that she could probably open our computers anytime she wanted to. And finally, it taught us about the mommy button.
About eight o’clock, after we had our popcorn, Eric knocked on my door.
“Yeah! Come in.” I was in pajamas and getting ready to investigate what he’d been reading, but I hadn’t opened the site yet.
“Hey. I forgot to give you the assignments this week. You need them?”
“Oh. Thanks. I think I remembered them all. There wasn’t anything for Schwartz, was there?” I said innocently.
“Nah. Just to study for the test on Friday. I’ll go over it with you later in the week if you want.”
“Okay. Sure. Thanks. Goodnight!”
“’Night.” He was gone.
There have been times when Eric and I didn’t get along at all. I spent too much time in the bathroom—according to him—or he blocked my car in with his putt-putt. But most of the time now, we didn’t see each other enough to get on our nerves. We were cordial. I guess being seniors did that to us. We were really living in different worlds now. His was somewhere beyond the orbit of Pluto. Once he was gone to his own room, I closed and locked my door.
“Now let’s find out if that story was as good as it looked,” I mumbled. I opened the address and had to do a kind of registration to prove I wasn’t a bot of some sort. I didn’t worry about it because I had a special email account that I only used for crap like this. If I started getting bombarded with spam, I’d just cancel the account and open a new one. It’s not like I actually got mail on that site. I finally managed to get to the story. As soon as I was there, I shoved my right hand in my pants to sort of get things warmed up so I’d be ready to go when I got to that hot scene I was reading on his computer. It looked like it was pretty near the end of the story, but I didn’t really know how long the thing was.
Of course, it’s written from the male point of view. Gah! Why don’t some women write this stuff? She’s teasing him. She’s sexy. She wants it. He can’t take it any longer. He pins her against a wall and she melts. If I was writing this stuff, he’d have to work at it if he wanted in my panties. I mean, he’d have to wine and dine me and convince me that he really loved me.
Still, the sex part was pretty hot. I could just imagine the boy licking me all over down there and finally hitting the magic spot that would send me over the edge. And then he kept going and I kept coming. Oh man! Why doesn’t my boyfriend last this long? Oh! Then his finger slips inside and he finds the secret spot. It’s such a secret I can’t even find it, but I can imagine it just fine as my third orgasm hits. He got the next part right. I’m so juicy he could slide right in. And I get my fourth and final come of the night. I’m going to run to the bathroom in a minute so I can take a shower and clean things up. I’m just not into sleeping in a big puddle.
I read on to the end of the story as they are sweetly cuddling together. “How are we going to tell Mom and Dad?” he whispers.
“I think we’ll just tell them they’re going to be grandparents,” she sighs.
Wait a minute? Mom and Dad? They’re brother and sister? I just read porn about a brother and sister? Eww! Yuck! What is this? My brother has been reading incest porn? And now I’ve read it? And had a big O while if frigged myself? I need that shower.
I guess I was a little quiet at breakfast. Mom asked if I was feeling okay.
“Just a little preoccupied about the game tomorrow night,” I said. That’s another difference between my brother and me. I like sports. Soccer and Volleyball seasons overlap, but so far, I’ve managed to make most of the games for both sports. Eric says he likes to walk. Like that’s a sport. Well, at least he hasn’t gotten fat. Most of the guys at school who don’t play regular sports are overweight. Same for the girls. We’ve even got some tubby cheerleaders. I guess we’ve got decent genes. Mom’s in good shape for an older person. Dad was in good shape when he was killed in Afghanistan. It’s so long ago I can hardly remember him.
“What are you playing tomorrow?” Eric asked. “If it’s volleyball I’ll come to the game.”
“Thanks. Uh… yeah. Well, I’ve got to go. I told Sue I’d pick her up this morning.” I dumped my dishes in the dishwasher so I didn’t get yelled at and ran upstairs to get my bag. When I got to my car, I heard Eric putt-putting out of the driveway. We were each told that we could have the transportation of our choice for our eighteenth birthday. But… We had to pay for anything over $5,000. I managed to get a ten-year-old Bug with a hundred thousand miles on it. My boyfriend, Brad, worked on the engine and got it running smooth. Eric bought a brand new Vespa. It’s no wonder he never has a date.
When I got home from school, I went back to that story site. I looked at the author’s name of the story I’d read and then looked up his other stories. The author was called ‘Sister’s Favorite’ and the stories were all coded ‘Incest, Brother, Sister, mt/ft.’ Oh frack! Maybe this was just a freak accident and he doesn’t really normally read incest porn. I mean, it was a hot story. I would read more by that author. I’d just try to pretend they weren’t brother and sister. In fact…
I’d just clicked on one at random and started reading. It had some of the same themes as the first story, but I loved the tension that was built up as the two danced around each other, both in love but forbidden to act on it. God! Why couldn’t he write that about next-door neighbors, or something? I came once before I even got to the sex part. It was the accidental towel slip and seeing his erection that did it. Bradley’s erection always did it to me, too. I loved seeing how big and solid it was. It made me feel powerful because I could do this to him. And he’s pretty easy to lead around by his dick, too. He’ll do anything for me if I go down on him.
Speaking of which, I imagined his dick as I read about the girl in the story going down on her brother the first time. It would have been perfect like that. Her brother was rubbing her clit while she had his dick in her mouth. I wondered if I’d be able to keep from biting him as I came.
Oh. That was intense. I closed my eyes for a minute and just let the feeling of that last orgasm wash over me. My finger twitched a little as I saw the scene play out in front of me again with my boyfriend’s dick in my mouth and my brother fingering my clit…
Shit! No! Fuck! My boyfriend fingering my clit. My boyfriend!
There was only one way to wash away that image and my fingers rubbed furiously as I read about how she mounted him and sank all the way onto him in one move.
I came.
You know how when you suspect something, you see the evidence everywhere? I could feel my brother watching me. Looking at me. I could hear a classic scene of two kids riding in the back seat of a car dividing the seat between them. “You’re on my side.” “Stop touching me.” “I’m not touching you.” “Mom, he’s looking at me.”
Only I was sure my brother was looking at me. He had to be thinking those same thoughts about fucking his sister. How could he think that?
I had to have a plan. I had to get him to stop thinking of me that way. We were never that close like I could just walk up to him and tell him to stop thinking of me sexually. Or that I could ask him about the stories.
I flubbed my first serve during the game that night because as soon as I tossed the ball and started to stretch up to hit it, I thought, He’s looking at my tits!
I was a wreck. I was getting nervous, just knowing that he was reading those stories about sex between a brother and sister. And now I was reading them, too. They were addictive. I even found stories about twins. In just about all of them, the brother had always longed for his sister and she was beyond his reach until all of a sudden, she approaches him and reveals that she’s always been in love with him. Then they have scorching hot sex and she gets pregnant and they live happily ever after with their parents’ blessing.
As if that would ever happen! Our mother would kill us first and ask questions later. She’d always been the one that enforced strict boundaries, separate rooms, even separate bathrooms by the time we were teens. Our clothes were appropriate at all times. Not like we were freaks or anything. I had sexy clothes, but they weren’t slutty, and we never ran around the house in our underwear.
Then I saw that story. It was the one that scared me. And somehow made my heart race.
My beautiful twin sister’s boyfriend is dumb as a box of rocks. I suppose he must be a great lay because he sure doesn’t have anything in his head. And he’s always hitting me up to get him out of a jam with her. Like he went out to help her buy a car. He agreed that this old Bug was a great buy. He told her he could rebuild the engine in a couple days and it would run like a charm. She bought it and he took it home. Then he called me and begged me to come and rebuild the engine so he didn’t have to pay the local garage. The dummy didn’t even know the engine was in the back! Of course, I did it. She’s my sister and I’d do anything for her. Including helping her stupid boyfriend impress her.
It couldn’t be. He described my car right down to the tear in the passenger seat cover. He described Bradley perfectly. I knew Bradley wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was nice and he treated me well and yeah… he was a great lay. And then the story went on and when she discovers it was her brother who had been fixing her car and getting her out of jams, she swoons over him and they make love. He discovers she’s really a virgin and he licks her to three orgasms before he takes her cherry and she has three more orgasms before he fills her with his incestuous seed and she gets pregnant. They confess their love for each other and live happily ever after.
I came three times.
I had a plan. I had to be sure. I called Bradley and asked if he could change my oil this weekend. This would prove that my boyfriend at least wasn’t using my brother to impress me. He said sure and Saturday morning he came over to pick up my car and take it to ‘his garage.’ My brother left on his putt-putt about twenty minutes later. Oh no!
It’s a fifteen-minute walk over to Bradley’s house. When I got there, I saw Eric’s putt-putt and could see his feet sticking out from under my car. I stayed across the street and edged away. I was like a zombie walking home.
zOMG! My brother not only reads incest porn, he writes it! What am I going to do?
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