"You guys up here?" Mom said, already mounting the ladder up to the twins' loft.
{G-go!} Seay mouthed urgently, and ungently displaced Tracy from his cum-splotched, sweat-drenched, pussy-smelling lap. Sweet heavens, he reeked badly. His hair hadn't even dried and he already needed another shower.
Tracy moved like a cat burglar across the carpet. She lifted the covers on her bed. She soundlessly crawled in under them. Her bedsprings groaned under her full weight at the exact same time the second-to-top rung of the ladder sounded Mom's head's arrival above carpet level.
"Hello? You two alive up here?" she chuckled as she stood at the top of the ladder. "Oo-wee!" she cringed, gobsmacked by the odors, and waved a hand in front of her face. "Did you two forget to shower today or something?" She sniffed the putrid steam again, recoiled audibly, and pinched her nostrils shut. "That is un-be-LIEVABLE!" she squawked.
All of a sudden, Tracy was reminded of how, when Mom used to read them bedtime stories with ducks quacking in them, she would pinch her nostrils shut to make her voice extra nasally. It made her duck impression more convincing.
Tonight, though, it was vertigo-inducing. What had Tracy just done to her brother? And what had he just done to her? Tracy felt at her ass. It was tender in places where her brother had dug his fingers in deep and clenched her tightly across several blind minutes of vigorous humping.
Tracy needed to step back and breathe. She was fine. She was naked and covered in sweat. She stank of herself. She also might have had some of his cum on her still. Had he gotten it all off? Whatever. It wasn't anything to be weirded out by. This was normal. This was normal. Gosh, she'd forgotten how normal this could be, if she just let herself see it that way.
"Mom, what do you want?" she said dryly. Her throat was parched. Seay had seriously given her a workout. Why had it taken him so long to cum? Was he secretly weirded out but just being too polite to say so? Tracy hoped not. Tracy prayed not.
Tracy needed to stop worrying. She was fine. They were fine. It was just Mom being nosy and awkward as usual.
"What do I want?" Mom cawed. She shrugged. "We've been gone all day. We missed you. We want to spend time with our kids."
"Not up here you don't," Tracy said.
"Not up here is right," Mom cackled. "Tomorrow you guys are deep cleaning up here. No fighting me on it. This is ridiculous."
"We knowww," Tracy groaned. "We already started our laundry. Sheets are next."
"Not just sheets. Blankets. Carpet. Maybe crack the window tonight, too, while it's cool out."
"And let the mosquitos eat us alive? No thanks."
"Get yourselves out of bed. It's barely half past seven. Both of you need a quick shower. Then why don't you come hang out?" Mom suggested, but she was already starting back down the ladder again, not leaving it up for discussion. The kids were to shower and then spend time with their parents. Like a "family" or something. Gross.
"Fiiine," Tracy groaned as she stretched and cracked her back and shoulders and hips.
"Dibs on the shower," Seay said.
"What the - NO!" Tracy snapped. "You always take forever! And you use up all the hot water!"
"I'll go quick," Seay said.
It was so strange, acting normal. He had her pussy juice all over his cock. His poor cock. It was red. It was purple. It glowed. To even try to touch it stung so bad he couldn't. His sister's freshly shaved vulva had started off creamy and peculiar and so, so weirdly fucking hot, but after so much such intently sustained friction it had proven coarse, prickly, like he was being tortured with a cactus. A very, very juicy cactus. Attached to his sister's shaved, horny, incest-stinking groin.
And still, he'd cum. Because of course he had. It was like Tracy had said. They were hot twins. Past a certain point of blind horniness, he could simply see her beauty for what it was. And not far past that point, he could cum - like, surprisingly hard.
"Let's just shower together!" Tracy joked.
She said it loud enough for Mom and Dad to hear.
"Like the good old days?" Mom laughed from the base of the ladder. "Oh, you should! That'd be so cute!"
"Y-yeah, no thanks," Seay yukked. He blinked balefully at his sister across the low-ceiling room.
Tracy just frowned at him.
(She might have blushed a little, too, but whatever. She was feeling a lot of confusing things at once. Chief among them was a dizzy sense of relief, of having very narrowly avoided the worst possible fate she could imagine. But this feeling she kept scooping up and throwing back out the window because she had no time for thinking about the risks of simply trying to get back to normal with her brother. Of tearing down those stupid boundaries they'd put up.)
"Oh, you know what? You two should pose together! In the bath! Like that photo of you as kids!"
"Honey, leave them be, would you?" Dad grunted. "Did they say they wanted to watch?"
"Oh, I forgot to ask. Hey kids? Do you wanna watch Titanic?"
"Isn't it a little late for that?" Seay said. "That movie's like four hours long-GHH -!" Seay bit his lip to suppress a squeal of pain. He had been careless slipping back into his shorts. He had forgotten to be extra-oh-so-careful pulling the elastic back up over his sticky, burnt-feeling penis. When he'd let it go, the band had snapped back right on his glans. "C-can we maybe watch something a little shorter?"
"But we always watch Titanic!" Tracy interjected on Mom's behalf.
"We forgot last summer," Seay said.
"We can't skip it two years in a row," Tracy said.
"Why does it always have to be Titanic?" Seay said.
"Because it always has to be Titanic," Mom insisted. She grinned at her son, surprising the bajeezus out of him. She'd stuck her head back up over the ladder without him noticing. Thankfully he'd finished adjusting himself inside his shorts, though he still had a sheen of stunned discomfort on his face. He discreetly withdrew his hand from his groin while Mom's attention flitted to Tracy's bed. Her daughter still hadn't gotten up. "Trace, c'mon. Get up."
"I'm up!" Tracy retorted. She was not up. She was laid flat. She was still fully nude under her covers.
"You're still in bed. At least put a foot on the floor."
"Mommm."
"Let me see one foot."
Tracy stuck one bare foot out from under the covers. She carefully lowered it to the floor without showing too much leg.
Not that it should matter if Mom sees her naked. Whatever, right? They were all family. And so what if she was naked under her covers while her brother was in the room? They were twins! All of this needed to be normal. If it didn't "feel" normal, that wasn't her fault.
All of this was normal. So what if she'd humped him. So what if he'd cum. Twins masturbated together sometimes. It wasn't sexual. Well, at least no more sexual than masturbation always technically was. Sure, she'd used her cunt muscles to help him climax. Sure he'd gripped her ass like his life had depended on it. Sure he'd disobeyed her injunction not to stray into her butt crack. She had a really fine ass, and he'd helped himself completely. But that was normal. All of this was.
Normal!
"There," said Tracy. One foot was on the floor.
"Good. Now show me the other foot."
"Mommm," Tracy groaned.
"Two feet, then I leave you alone."
"FINE," Tracy said, and threw off her covers. She sat up. She was naked. Badly smelly, but maybe not SO bad that Mom would say something. She planted both feet on the floor. She dared Mom with a look. Say something. Say something about her adult daughter being naked.
"Th-there she is," Mom only momentarily faltered. She blinked, nodded, and smiled not quite at her daughter's face, but at her bare feet, then began descending the ladder again. "And already ready to hop in the shower."
Tracy glared at the top of her mother's head as it disappeared again below carpet-level. "So I'm naked! Big deal!"
"She's naked?" Dad mumbled as Mom reached the main room floor again.
"That she is," Mom said.
"Even with him up there?"
"It's FINE!" Tracy said.
"Seay?" Dad called up. "You okay buddy? She's not forcing herself on you is she?"
Dad was joking. But Seay made a punched-in-the-gut face of severe embarrassment all the same. He didn't mean for Tracy to see it, but she did.
"Seay was naked too until a second ago. We're not as weirded out by it as you guys are."
"They aren't?" Dad said quietly. He might not have meant for the kids to hear.
"It's fine!" Mom said, echoing her daughter's casual insistence. It sounded like she was making a face at Dad, too.
{It's fine?} said Seay's next face to his sister. He was out of bed, per Mom's request. He was crawling backwards toward the ladder, about to mount the top rung. He was going to take yet another shower.
{Told you it was!} Tracy's face replied. She squinted at him smugly. {Even Mom agrees!}
"Seay loooves it," Tracy sang.
"It's not ideal," Seay acted like the put-upon brother as he began to climb down the ladder. "But hey," he said on reaching the bottom. He turned to face his parents. "It's cabin life."
"If you say so," Dad said, frowning at him.
Seay found Dad's frown a little unnerving. But when he got into the bathroom and shut the door behind him and saw his face in the mirror he realized he was frowning, too.
He was much, much more careful this time as he peeled his shorts down and freed his poor, belt-sanded penis again. Up out of the garment floated his sister's cunt stink. God, it was so fucking strong. It stank to high heaven. It smelled animalic. It started getting him hard again. Since when was this a thing? Since fucking when? He grabbed his hardening cock reflexively. Instant regret! He let go immediately, and literally tried blowing cool air down onto his poor screaming hot shaft.
The hot shower water, too, was too much to bear. He had to set it cooler. Tracy needn't have worried about him taking too long or using up too much hot water. The cold shower was brief and awful. But it did at least subdue his erection. And he was able to shower off any remaining evidence of he and Tracy's misconduct. Or their "normal" conduct. Whatever. He was glad to be rid of the inexplicably arousing stink, whatever ethical connotations it did or did not carry.
But then he remembered it. He remembered the salty sweaty smell as fresh as if his sister had just dismounted him. And he watched in mingled frustration, exhaustion, and horror as his beleaguered dick began to reinflate once more.
"My turn!" knocked Tracy at the door. "Hurry up in there!"
Seay plucked a pair of warm briefs out of the dryer. He tugged them on with swift, perfect delicacy. They were soft and nice to wear, actually. He pulled on a pair of warm clean shorts - threw the previous pair in the mostly empty washer, where they'd join the twins' bedclothes that still direly needed washing - and he exited the bathroom topless and barefoot and incurably semi-erect. He wore a stoic face.
"What?" Tracy cocked an eyebrow at him.
He nodded stiffly at her. He let her into the steamless bathroom. He went upstairs again. He stripped the covers off his bed. He grabbed Tracy's too. Then he bundled them up under his arm and carried them downstairs again. He put them in the wash. Tracy had left the bathroom door unlocked, so he'd been able to simply start the next load.
"You better not be using the hot water setting!" Tracy barked from inside the shower when she heard the washer dial clicking.
"I set it to cold."
"... Good."
"Hey Sis?" Seay lowered his voice.
No response from the shower.
"Trace?"
"What?" she said. She slid the stall door open a smidge. She stuck part of her face out.
