Author's note: This chapter is a bit different. It's written from the first person perspective of Olivia, and it's just a quickie. Alex wasn't around to contribute, so I'm telling it my way!
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Morning sex was one of the regular highlights of our time together.
Alex always woke up before I did. Always. His alarm clock was set for six, and he had no problem rolling out of bed and getting on with the day.
I'm the opposite. We might be twins, but I am a die hard night owl. Let me sleep until ten, and don't talk to me until I've showered and had a cup of coffee.
Never the less I had to get up early for work. I had the opening shift that summer, and my supervisor was the kind of guy who loved riding my ass (figuratively) for being late ... and thankfully this story isn't about him.
It didn't take too long to connect the dots between our abilities and desires, and I designated Alex as my alarm clock, with the only rule being I absolutely had to be out of bed by 6:15.
The first morning he did what any brother would do: crept up to my bed, grabbed on to my comforter, and whipped it off, scaring the shit out of me.
I bit off a shriek and cursed him out as quietly as I could, given that our parents slept in the room above us. He just stood there naked and laughing.
"That is not what I was hoping for, shit head." I muttered and swung myself out of bed, heart pounding, amped up from the adrenaline dump.
"Don't ever do that again."
He grinned sheepishly.
I left him standing there with his erection and got on with my morning, grumpy as hell and determined to not give him any further satisfaction. And I didn't. I got home from work, spent my evening blowing off his advances, and buried my nose in a book.
That night, back in my bed, I told him to try again in the morning.
"Be nice," I said quietly. "That's rule number two. If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you."
"Fine," he said with a sigh.
I lay awake, staring at the ceiling in the darkness, horny as ever and taking matters into my own hands. I listened to him masturbate while I fingered myself. He came quickly, and fell asleep before I finished rubbing out a little orgasm of my own.
I curled up in my blanket, warm and cozy, and drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to Alex's hand gently shaking my thigh through the comforter.
"Hey sleepyhead," he whispered.
"Nnngggghhh," I groaned and pulled the blanket up over my head.
"Olivia, it's time to get up."
"NNNGGGGHHH." I burrowed deeper under the blanket and curled into a ball.
He laughed. "Don't make me come in there."
"Hmph." It was warm and delightful and dark and I was entirely of the opinion that there was no valid reason for me to come out.
So he climbed into my bed, wormed his way under my covers, and wrapped his arms around me.
Alex gave me a big brotherly bear hug, his erection shamelessly pressing into my back.
I wiggled against him and sighed. "That's nice." I groped about to confirm my suspicions. He was completely naked, his skin still warm from sleep.
I pulled the covers down and stretched out, arms raised, toes pointed, legs quivering as I took a deep breath.
"That is so damn sexy," he whispered appreciatively.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the morning fog. After getting my bearings I rolled over to face him and gave him an appreciative look. His hair was tousled and he still had wrinkles from his pillow pressed into his cheek.
He waggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.
"If you want to play," I said with a sly smile, "you have to get me out of my pajamas."
Alex moved fast. He sat up and his motivation was obvious to see. I watched his cock bob around as he pulled the blanket away and started to deal with the oversized t-shirt I wore to bed.
I didn't help him at all.
"You're going to make me work for it, hmm?"
I nodded enthusiastically and lay limp like a rag doll.
He struggled trying to reposition and roll me around. After a minute of wrestling he had the shirt pulled up around my arms and head, then gave up.
"If you're not going to help, you're just going to be stuck like that."
