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Standard small-print: Everybody who engages in sex acts are 18. This is fiction. If I accidentally use your name in the story, it's probably just coincidence.
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--( Ben )--
My cousin, Ben, had come over for a visit.
Ben and I were born one day apart. We joked that we were "almost twins".
My sisters -- who were born 10 minutes apart -- have never thought our joke was funny.
The silly thing is that Ben and I look more alike than Alyssa and Alaina do -- at least to me.
Most people can't tell my sisters apart.
Trust me, as "the runt", "the brat", or whatever my given insulting-nickname-of-the-day was, I can tell them apart just by the way they scowl at me -- or the way their breathing accelerates when they've uncovered one of my attempts to repay any of their heinous (and numerous) acts of sibling violence.
Mom and dad never saw my side of things. They still don't.
For instance, the girls sacrificed brand-new shirts to assault me at the start of my freshman year.
I had started a load of under-clothes and -- somehow -- by sheer chance -- their new, red T-shirts ended up in my load of whites.
I do my own laundry -- from my own hamper -- in my own room -- and had separated the whites out (because I'd learned that lesson long ago) -- and yet mom and dad had the audacity to ignore my calls for divine retribution.
Absolutely, every, single pair of briefs that I owned were pink!
Five days a week -- for the majority of my freshman year -- nearly every, single gym class -- I caught all kinds of crap about it.
Anytime anybody was the subject of some form of locker-room ridicule, the target-of-the-day would call me "Mr. Pink Panties" to shift the ridicule and make them feel less insecure.
I'm pretty OCD about my stuff -- see my notes (above) about sorting my laundry -- so I'm pretty sure the pair of my underwear that ended up at the top of the school flagpole was also the work of my conniving sisters.
You don't just misplace a pair of underwear at school -- it doesn't happen!
They HAD to have taken it from my room and handed them off to one of their friends who were in my PE class.
To make matters worse, two days later, the bitches took a Sharpie and wrote "cunt" on two pairs of their own pink undies -- and then presented them to mom and dad as evidence that I'd decided to "take the law into my own hands".
I admit that I had considered the idea -- but I'd already calculated a two-day grounding would be the end-result -- and dumped that idea.
I ended up grounded anyway -- one day for the "foul language" and two days for ruining their clothes.
Fuck me.
The only people that might even see their underwear would be the girls in their gym class -- who would probably agree with the "cunt" moniker -- or their boyfriends -- who wouldn't be looking at their panties as reading material anyway.
Sisters!
Anyway, the next day was the start of Easter break and Ben was staying over for the long weekend. As soon as he'd run home, dumped his books off, and grabbed his duffle, he was at our house.
Ben and I have several things in common.
In the fall, we run Cross Country.
In the spring, we run relay in Track -- generally on the same 4-man team.
Both of these sports are coed and -- like most males at these events -- we end up discussing which of our classmates (generally starting with our teammates) are "do-able".
So, it's not really surprising that -- a year or so ago -- during one of his visits -- we got to talking about porn.
These days, the first few minutes of any visit were consumed with the sharing of favorite pictures or videos that we've recently come across.
--( The Twins )--
I'm pretty certain that one of us closed my bedroom door.
I'm even more certain that my sisters aren't that quiet -- especially when they're together -- and even more especially, when they're coming to check on their favorite cousin.
Honestly, I'd forgotten they were even in the house.
They're usually at college, these days, and -- seriously -- I'd have to say it's been down-right peaceful around here!
So -- like I said -- I'm pretty sure Ben or I closed the door -- but -- obviously -- I was distracted, showing him my latest discovery -- and he was distracted, looking.
We were looking at an image of a girl-guy-girl-guy "69-circle" -- more like a square -- with the guys facing the middle and the girls facing outwards -- trying to decide if we thought our girlfriends would go for the idea.
"That looks like fun!", I heard my older sister say.
Alyssa was standing over my shoulder; Alaina was behind Ben.
In my hurry to close the browser window, my hand slid too far and I dropped my wireless mouse on the floor.
I was busy, picking up the mouse, when Alaina added, "If only we knew a couple horny teenaged-boys we could convince to try that.."
I hit my head on the bottom of the keyboard tray, trying to get back into my chair with the captured rodent.
By the time I was seated and glanced at Ben, he looked like a bluegill -- gasping for breath in the grasp of an 5-year-old -- who was waiting for mommy to take his picture.
"Ever heard of knocking?" I asked, angrily.
"Not since high school, twerp. In college, you don't even get your own bedroom." Alaina said.
"You've never had your own bedroom, moron." I retorted.
She looked at Alyssa with a slightly-hooded expression and said, "College is different."
The room went silent for a moment.
"So, we just popped in to give Ben a hug.." Alyssa began.
".. but.. if you two horn-dogs are up for some oral action like you were just drooling over.." Alaina continued.
".. we could make it a GROUP hug.." Alyssa clarified.
".. with a happy ending." Alaina concluded.
Ben looked at me and said, "Yes."
He and his girlfriend had been on a time-out for a week or so. Either he was pretty backed-up, or he'd been thinking about my sisters differently than I had been.
Now, I think I'm like most younger brothers.
I've realized that my sisters are turning into "do-able" young women. And I've read -- and looked at -- my share of incest porn.
But that was make-believe -- not the demon sisters that have made my life a living hell since I was born.
I'm pretty sure that -- in that one picture of us -- when I was an infant -- which is still hanging on the living room wall -- there are fingerprints on my neck -- where one of them had been trying to strangle me.
Looking over at my cousin's face, my mind slowly returned to the present.
Ben was in.
I was not convinced.
"You're gonna suck MY dick?" I asked, incredulously.
"Alaina will."
"What?!"
They looked at each other. "I'll suck Ben's. You suck Brad. After the first orgasm, we switch."
"Their's or ours?"
"Ours, of course."
"Fine -- but I don't want him looking at my pussy -- he has to wear a blindfold."
"Mmm. That's kind of kinky! They can both wear blindfolds."
Pause.
I admit to a suffering a slight brain-malfunction at this point.
My fairly-hot twin sisters are discussing oral sex -- where I might actually be the recipient of something good -- and -- in my mind -- I'm getting upset about not being part of the decision-making team.
"Why do you fuckers get to make..?"
"Language, twerp."
Twerp has always been Alaina's favorite pet-name for me.
"If you want your dick wet, you'll play by our rules." Alyssa started.
"We wouldn't even be offering.. but we're not in the mood to finger each other and.." Alaina added.
".. it's been -- uh -- a couple days since we had any action." Alyssa finished.
"Brad." Ben said.
Ben didn't want my attention -- he wanted my consent. He didn't want an argument -- he wanted immediate capitulation.
"Fine." I relented.
"Your bed's too small." Alaina stated.
"Come to our room in five minutes."
"Bring a towel and wear boxers."
"If mom and dad get home early, act like you were headed to the shower."
"Two of us? Headed to shower together?" I clarified.
"Fine. Forget the towels."
"We'll see how many times you can get us off before we hear the garage door open."
My sisters dashed out the door.
I swear they were giggling like high school freshman. They must really be horny -- or they've been crushing on Ben for a while.
That seems to be mutual, based on the zombie-like look on his face.
Ben's face cleared, he stood up and was, like, instantly -- without having moved one inch -- wearing nothing but his underwear.
I swear I never even saw him bend over -- or untie his shoes -- or anything -- and I had no idea where his socks went.
--( The Bedroom )--
Five minutes later, Ben and I were headed down the hall.
Their bedroom door was closed.
I knocked.
The door opened to my two sisters standing there wearing nothing -- except -- their pink panties with "cunt" written across the front of them with a Sharpie.
That's either super-weird -- or I'm the last one to board the incest-bus -- and that's STILL super-weird!
Personally, I'm pretty sure I was expecting them to be standing there, wearing habits, holding rosaries and ready to hear my confession before they dished out penance with a hardwood paddle.
Hmm. I may need to easy back on the Catholic nun porn a little bit..
I was still not convinced this wasn't some elaborate scheme to make fun of me or get me into trouble with our parents.
I quickly looked around the room for cameras.
I spied a webcam and an end-table with a much wider assortment of sex-toys than I ever imagined that I would find in my older sisters' bedroom.
Actually, ONE dildo would have been a wider assortment of sex-toys than I ever imagined that I would find in my older sisters' bedroom.
Honestly, this -- quite possibly -- might be the first time I'd been in their room -- at least in a really long time.
Well, either Ben & I were about to get pegged with that fluorescent purple dragon-dick over there -- or my life just got 1000% better.
"In it to win it." my feeble brain cried. "For freedom!" "To infinity and.." You get it.
Still standing there -- in sensory-overload -- Ben and I were each given a quick peck on the lips -- and then spun to face the left wall -- while our blindfolds were applied.
At this point, I would normally have been freaking out.
