John was lounging on the couch in the living room, his eyes fixed on the flickering television screen, as their parents sat nearby, equally engrossed.
Alex emerged from the hallway, having just returned from the bathroom. Without a word, she seized a thick, cozy blanket from the armchair and playfully tossed it onto John's lap. "Make room, bro," she said with a teasing grin.
John obligingly raised his arm, holding it aloft until Alex nestled in beside him. Once she was settled, he lowered his arm, draping it around her waist. Alex, in turn, pulled the blanket up, tucking it snugly around them and ensuring her shoulders were covered.
The twins sitting together under a blanket was a scene as old as their memories, a comforting habit they had maintained since they were children.
"Is this blanket really necessary?" John asked, glancing down at Alex with a mockingly skeptical expression.
"You know I like being under a blanket," Alex replied, her tone light but firm, a small smile playing on her lips. Her hand drifted over to his thigh. Her fingers idly stroked his leg.
"I feel a chill. Hold me closer and warm me up." Alex squirmed closer to John, taking advantage of her movement to shove a hand up the leg of his loose shorts.
John looked down at her and subtly shook his head no.
"Is this comfortable for you, John?"
"No. It's not." He said flatly.
"Oh. How about this?" Alex shifted her shoulders, moving her hand to cup his balls.
John gasped.
"Oops, did I hit something sensitive?" She rolled his balls between her fingers. "Is this better?"
John could only manage a grunt.
Resting her head on his chest, Alex continued to play with him. He barely contained a squeak when she ran her fingernails along his shaft and around the head.
Alex smiled when she felt him get hard. She rubbed around the head of his cock to encourage his erection.
John closed his eyes to concentrate on keeping his breathing regular. He put his hand on Alex's to stop her playtime. She instead intertwined their fingers and, as a pair, massaged his balls.
"Are you sleepy, bro? Is that why your eyes are closed?"
Alex wrapped their fingers around his shaft and slowly stroked him. She resisted the urge to speed up and risk getting caught by their parents.
John opened his eyes a fraction to glare at Alex. "Just resting my eyes," he said, pulling his hand away.
Alex rested her head against his chest as she ran her fingers through his public hair. She felt him unwind, his breathing returning to its usual pace.
"I don't know, bro. It looks like you need to go to bed."
"I'm watching this show."
"John," their mother said. "don't be like your father. Just go to bed."
Alex got up, taking the blanket with her. She reached for his hand and said, "Come on, sleepyhead."
Fully erect, John resisted. "I'm fine where I am."
Alex smiled devilishly. "I'll even tuck you in."
"John, go. You two are interrupting the show." Their mother admonished him.
John grumbled in reluctant agreement, like a young boy who had been told to kiss his great aunt who smelled of stale cigarettes and coffee.
Alex smiled from ear to ear, waiting to see how he would hide his erection from their parents.
John held out a hand. "I'll fold that blanket."
"That's okay, I'll do it. You always fold It wrong."
John's lips pursed, and he stared daggers at Alex. She smiled back.
He stood, putting his hand in his pocket. he rustled about as if he was searching for something and not hiding a raging hard-on.
"What are you looking for, bro."
"Wooden you like to know."
"Come on." Alex grabbed his arm, her body hiding his erection. "You seem a little grumpy. If you're a good boy, I'll read you a bedtime story after I tuck you in."
At the foot of the stairs, Alex turned." Good night, everyone. Love you."
Alex stopped John, who had one foot on the stairs, and asked, "Okay, Mr. Grumpy, what do we say?"
"Good night, love you." He rattled off without turning.
"No, that's not right. Turn and say it slowly."
"Alex, stop teasing your brother. Don't be so hard on him."
"But that's my job, to make things hard for him," Alex smirked. "Isn't that right, brother dear."
John climbed the stairs. "I have to pee."
Alex bounced up the stairs and then looked down from the landing. "Night, night. Love you."
"I bet you are pleased with yourself," John said as he leaned against the bathroom door frame.
"It was a masterful stroke of genius if I do say so myself." Alex smiled and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Funny," John said deadpan.
"I found it hard to keep from smiling."
"Very funny." John sighed. "I don't know what gets into you sometimes."
"Certainly not you. Rule number three precludes that."
John chuckled at that. "You are going to finish what you started, right?"
Alex looked at his crotch, then made a sad face. "All that hard work, and now it's gone." She stepped forward, then rubbed his crotch. "I'm going to have to start all over again."
Alex stepped forward and ground his erection between the two of them. "How hard do you want to be?" She said in her best sultry voice."
"Very." His hands moved to her ass.
"Well then. "Alex dropped to her knees, pulling his shorts down with her. "We need to get rid of these."
She grabbed the hem of her shirt and peeled it off. "And this"
Now topless, she flung her shirt into their room. "Then started to slowly pump his cock." John's erection rapidly filled her hand.
"So rule number two is..." John's anticipation was evident on his face.
"Still in place, I just wanted to go for a different angle."
John looked concerned, "Uhm, Bedroom or bathroom? Where do you want to go?'
Alex added his balls into play. "Hall."
